Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Teacher's Pet ❯ Teacher's Pet ( Chapter 1 )

Teacher's Pet
Author's Notes: This is an A/U that takes place in America at a High School. Yami is a history teacher and Arora is a student. So basically that means pedophile you could say!
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Yami was rather agitated at what had one time been his star pupil. He stared at the sixteen year old girl who sat in the middle of the fifth row from him who right now looked like she would rather be somewhere else. Her black hair hung loosely around her hiding the small headphones she had stuck in her ear to listen to one of her CDs. She wasn't even pretending to listen to his lecture on Egyptian History. Seeing how the girl had family from Egypt one would think she would be interested. He sighed guessing he had been wrong about the girl and her interests. He frowned and walked down the aisles discussing one of the great wives of Egypt. When he passed her desk he glanced down at the notebook and frowned the girl was writing dark poetry again. The bell rang and he dismissed the class walking back up to the desk he shared with two other teachers telling them to read the next chapter in their text books.

"Miss. Kendra, I would like to see you for a moment," said Yami, frowning when the girl continued on her way and just headed on out to the class room. "Miss. Kendra!" he snapped reaching up and yanking the ear phone out of her ear.

"Yeah, What?!" demanded the annoyed female whirling around to glare at her teacher her hands placed on her hips.

"I am talking to you!"

"So," snorted Arora.

Yami's purple eyes darkened and he took in the young female. She was wearing the regulation blue and black plaid skirt and the short sleeved blouse for summer has required; but the school also let the students wear anything else has long has it wasn't profane or offensive with their uniforms. Kendra normally wore her panty hose and flat bottom shoes with her uniform; he didn't know what sort of underwear she wore but that didn't stop him from dreaming about it. Now however, the girl wore a thick black chocker from which hung a silver gothic style cross and a silver ankh from which hung a thin string of black leather and dangled between her cleavage; which he was treated to a tantalizing view now that she had unbuttoned the top two buttons. Black lace gloveletts adorned her hands and at least six silver bracelets adorned each wrist. She had also traded her flesh colored panty hose and black flats for black fish net stockings and black ankle length, high heeled boots.

"You will come here after school today at three o' five sharp and we will discuss your recent participation, or lack there of, in detail."

"Fine," said Arora, shrugging her shoulders. "Can I go now?"

"Yes," said Yami. "Oh and Miss. Kendra?" he continued when he watched her walk out of the room. "For every minute you are late I will take off a point from your test."

"Whatever you say," said Arora not even bothering to turn around as she raised her hand in acknowledgement.

Yami sighed and sat back down at the desk to gather his papers so he could grade them in his lunch break. He pushed his glasses up on to his nose and sighed leaning back in his chair the girl, Arora Kendra, haunted his mind constantly. He had to admit he wanted the girl; but he always chalked that up to forbidden fruit syndrome. For him it seemed that if he couldn't have something it only made him want it and the more he couldn't have it the more he wanted it. The fact that he was living in her family's guest house in the field behind the main house didn't help at all; not only that but his bedroom window looked directly into hers and he could see everything the young female did through the gauze curtains that only allowed him to see her outline.

He sighed the young woman was attractive before this sudden change in personality now her clothing made her already generous figure all the more noticeable. He was only five years her senior but still touching her would get him into major trouble, with a lot of people. They had been friends when they were younger; but now, things were different and it would seem that even Arora noticed judging by how distant she was being with him lately. Before he had become her teacher he had noticed that she had developed a slight crush on him; but now it seemed she would rather be anywhere but near him.

What happened that convinced her to change her attitude so easily?

Why was she avoiding him?

Was it something he had done?

Where had it all gone wrong?

The end of the school day was only three more classes he could wait for her answer or answers to the questions then.

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Arora Kendra had always liked simple things; despite her family's rise in status. She was one that never really liked changes that much and preferred for things to stay the way that had been, a way she was used to. She had seen the shock in Mr. Mutou's eyes when she had left the classroom. He was probably shocked by her sudden change in attitude and appearance; she strove to be the best because she wanted to go a good college and hopefully get a full ride; she had also pushed herself so hard because more then anything she had wanted Mr. Mutou's approval.

That had changed within the span of a week; when she realized that he was not the youth she used to hang out with when they were younger. He had changed and she didn't like his change one bit. While at his stay in college he had gotten a girl, Haria, pregnant the same girl that had made her, Arora's, life hard because she was a mutt: part American, part Egyptian, and part Japanese. Arora sighed and spun the dial on her locker she had lunch next but she would forego the café for the library since she had to work on a on a paper for one of her classes. She hated writing papers but she wanted to get it done and over with so she didn't have to worry about it, later.

"What's wrong with you?" asked her best friend, Pernia. "You like someone just died or something."

"I have to talk to Mr. Mutou after school," said Arora, closing her locked and turning around to face her best friend.

"What's with the Mr. Mutou?" asked Pernia. "Last time I checked you still called him Yami?"

"Things change," said Arora, shrugging her shoulders and heading towards the library with Pernia trailing along at her heels.

"Are you still upset over the whole Haria thing?"

"Well," said Arora. "Kinda, but not has much has I used to be."

"Then what did he do this time to piss you off so much?"

"He changed."

Pernia stopped at those two simple words. He changed. She tilted her head to the side thinking over those words and in some distant part of her mind those words rang true. The male that Arora spent so much time with had indeed changed over the past year. Even if it had been a little Arora, was resentful and angry, and Pernia knew why. Arora even now was naïve in thinking that a promise made in one's childhood really meant nothing. Children after all, knew nothing about life and they knew even less about love, true love.

Arora sat down in the back of the library away from the other students; she put her earphones back into her ears and turned on the CD that was already in there and was surprised when a song came on suiting her mood. The lyrics drifted through her mind and tickled her senses. She closed her eyes and moved her head to the beat of the music taking in the beauty of the lyrics. Letting them take her back almost ten years before when he had promised her something she had thought he truly meant.

Yami watched the young woman move her head to the beat of the earphones that lately always seemed to be shoved into her ears. He sighed in annoyance and went back to working on his papers; he had an inkling about why she was so mad at him. When they were younger he had made a promise to her something and even then he knew he wouldn't be able to keep it. For both their sakes.

Flashback************************************************** *************

Arora hid her small body under a low hanging cliff and waited for the pain to subside and the other kids to get tired of waiting for her to come out and just leave. After ten minutes of pressing her body against the back of the small cave and watching their failed attempts to reach her they finally left her alone. She waited what seemed like hours but it was really just five minutes after they left before finally climbing out of the hole. She then took off running in the opposite direction of them to her own little oasis: a place where a stream ran blue and clear with large rocks from which she could jump into the crystal clear water. Which is what she did without evening bothering to strip from the thin white sundress, she leapt into the cold water and let it cleanse her body of the dirt and tears. When she surfaced she saw Yami staring at her from one of the rocks.

"Hi Yami!" she shouted waving her hand in the air. Yami smiled at her and waved back his eyes focusing on the little body swim over to him. "What are you doing here?"

"Making sure you were okay," said the youth, blinking has she climbed out of the river, her white dress, see through and clinging to her small not even developed body. "I heard about what the others did to you." The conversation would have been a normal one between them but a few things had changed since puberty. They were normal things he had been told, to feel desire for someone of the opposite sex and have wet dreams about them. What he didn't tell people was that the dreams and feelings of sexual need he had been having was for this little child before him.

`Pervert,' he thought to himself angrily. `You sick, twisted, fucking pervert!' He knew his young friend was far too young to understand the urge he was feeling to take her on the ground. He was shocked to discover that she had suddenly latched onto him, wrapping her wet arms around his waist; the water clinging to his clothes now and making the erection that was starting to form even worse. "Arora?" he asked, squishing the feelings of disgust he was feeling aimed at himself for hardened erection. He was worried she would think he was disgusted with her teaching him, he wasn't. "What's wrong little one?"

"If no one marries me when we grow up," began Arora hiccupping. "Will you?"

"What?!" asked Yami, in shock. That question had thrown him for a loop. He cursed silently when the girl's face scrunched up slightly and more tears threatened to fall. "Its okay," he whispered, rubbing her back. "Yeah," he whispered. "If no one marries you, I will."

"Promise?" whispered the little girl sniffling against his chest.

`BAD IDEA!' his mind screamed at him. `Do not, I repeat, do not promise her that!' Yami though knew that he had to promise her something or she would be even more hurt that he wasn't promising her something important in her mind. He knew that that the girl would grow up and have plenty of boyfriends her own age and would forget about this childish promise. He hoped at least. Because there was no way he would be able to keep this promise without corrupting her.

"Yeah," said Yami, then he did something he never should have done in the first place. He kissed her, and it was anything but innocent.

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The bell rang and he watched Arora gather her stuff shoving the books into her bag before hurrying off to her next class. He scowled when he felt the erection and wondered if he would be able to keep his hands to himself during his meeting with her after school. Somehow he doubted it. He sighed, he had hoped that his infatuation with the girl had been nothing but hormones and the knowledge that a little slip of a girl had been completely devoted to him. That girl was no longer a girl anymore; she was now at that awkward age where she was stuck between being a girl and a woman. He imagined that her curves would mold perfectly with his body; and that her breasts would fit perfectly in his hands; that weren't has big as Mai's were nor were they the size of Tea's. They were simply perfect.

The end of the day couldn't have come soon enough for him.

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It was the end of the day and Arora was waiting for Yami in the classroom leaning against the desk. She sighed and fiddled with her necklace absent mindly while waiting for him to make his appearance. She arched her back and tilted her head back to get a look at the clock and scowled in irritation.

`The bastard,' she thought furiously. `He tells me not to be late and yet here he is ten minutes late! Fuck this, I am leaving!' Arora bent down to pick up her book bag when she heard someone clear his throat. She turned around and stopped, allowing her book bag to fall back onto the floor. "Mr. Mutou?" she asked her eyebrows arching in surprise and shock. She hadn't expected this look on him. He had taken his tie off and had unbuttoned the first few buttons of his button down shirt and his jacket was in his hand at his side.

"It hurts you know," he said softly while closing the door to provide them some privacy for the talk making Arora slightly nervous seeing how this went against school regulations, for a teacher and student of the opposite sex to be in a classroom with the door closed. He sighed and walked over to the other side of the desk and tossing his jacket on the chair.

"What does?" she asked confused.

"That you no longer call me Yami," he responded softly.

"I grew up," said Arora, running her slender hands through her silky black hair.

"Oh yeah?" asked Yami his voice mocking. "When?"

"When you asked me too, jack ass."

"What does growing up have to do with no longer calling me Yami? And don't call me jack ass again Arora you're…"

"You're my teacher," she said calmly, reciting the lines she knew where coming and finishing with the words he had told her months ago. "And I am your student, it would be inappropriate for me to call you by your first name."

He winced, how like the new her to use his own words against him.

`Grow up Arora! Things can never be the same for us! I am your teacher! You are my student! It is inappropriate for you to call me by my first name!"

"You can call me by my first name when we are alone."

"You mean when your new friends aren't here to see you still hang out with a high school student?"

The words were bitingly harsh and he knew that she meant them to be that way. "Arora, look just because I have other friends now doesn't mean…"

"Doesn't mean we can't still be friends?" mocked Arora. "Why would you still want to be friends with a child?"

"You aren't a child anymore Arora, shit you're far from it in that body."

"That's right isn't it?" asked Arora slowly. "Even when we were younger you seemed to have a sexual interest in me." Yami froze, his heart pounding. "I didn't notice it then; but now with you saying that I see it all clearly. Remember that kiss you gave me with that promise? I told my mother about it she didn't want me to see you anymore because to do so would be sinful. But I wanted to continue seeing you because you were my one and only friend." While Arora was saying this she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck; Yami tried desperately to keep his erection from forming but he failed. "But you know what? If you had asked it of me then I would have given you anything if it made you happy. Even back then. If you had asked me to have sex with you I would have let you have me. You are all that matters to me."

Yami reached up and grabbed hold of her wrists and yanked them off of his neck. "Arora," he began. "We can not do this…" he didn't get much farther passed that because she leapt slightly and their lips brushed against each other. He was so startled that he stumbled backwards and had to brace himself against the desk. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and stroked his own, purring when he stroked back. Her legs slide up his legs and braced themselves on the top of the desk. He released her wrists so he could wrap his arms around her waist and hold her against him. Her own arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed herself even harder against him. Finally she pulled away she slide off his body and stepped backwards.

"Good bye Mr. Mutou," said Arora, walking away.

Yami stood there for several minutes before what had happened sinfully sunk in and he was not pleased about it at all. `Did she just kiss me and say bye?" asked Yami in shock. He growled in irritation and shot his arm out yanking her against him. "Did you think I would let you do that and then leave me?!"

"You said it was wrong to get involved with me," reminded Arora, showing only amusement at the situation.

"You are the one that started this whole thing!"

"No," said Arora flatly all amusement gone. "You did with that promise you made to me!"

"I didn't mean it! I had no intention of marrying you!"

The next thing that happened to him by surprise despite the fact that he knew that something could happen if he said it. He stood there for several minutes holding his cheek and stared at her thoughtfully. Her entire body was tense and her eyes looked angry and betrayed.

"You fucking bastard," she hissed. "I hate you! I can't believe I trusted you all these years!"

"I did not dismiss you Arora!" snapped Yami, following her to the door.

"I dismiss myself!"

Yami slammed the door shut and yanked her away from it before locking it and shoving her back to the desk. "I know you are mad at me," said Yami calmly, trying not to loose his temper. "But, believe me I am doing this for your own good."

"I've seen you watching me from the guest house," sneered Arora. "That's all you do most nights is watch me in my bedroom. I also know what you do after you watch me in your bed. You see while you might be reluctant to watch me I am not reluctant to watch you. I love you Yami and even if you are not willing to admit that you love me you feel something for me."

Arora ran her fingers over her lips and Yami wondered if she had some form of bipolarity to example her mood swings. He didn't want to even consider her taking drugs; although if she was on her period that would also example it. But with what she was doing he wondered if she was on her period if he knew that intercourse was a messy experience during that time of the month. Her fingers moved down his chest and then back up again wrapping her arms around his neck.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" asked Yami frowning down at the girl.

"What do you mean?" asked Arora, kissing his neck slightly.

"You never acted like this has a child."

"Does it matter now?"

"Yes," said Yami.

"Why?"

"I want to know why you never tried to do this with me before?"

"You were always so busy with your new friends," said Arora, pulling away. "Besides you didn't seem interested in hanging out with a kid when you entered college. Besides my father would have killed you even if it had been my fault."

"And you don't think he won't kill me now?"

"When was the last time you saw my father home?"

Yami, groaned when her fingers ran down to his belt and she started pulling his shirt out of his pants running her hands over the skin of his stomach. He leaned back against the desk slightly and closed his eyes when his erection grew harder. She slipped her hands out from under his shirt and ran them down his hips has she lowered down to her knees. Yami watched her with interest has she ran her hands back to his belt and undid it slowly. His eyes widened when he realized exactly what she was going to do. He opened his mouth to say something when her hands nimble undid the button on hi pants and then proceeded to unzip him.

"Arora," he began but he was cut off and groaned when her nimble hand slipped into his pants and boxers and pulled his penis out.

He closed his eyes and slipped his hands into her hair has her tongue licked him slowly. It felt so good. "Don't stop Arora," he moaned, dipping his head back has she bent lower and took him into her mouth. Yami gasped when he felt her teeth scrape against him. He moaned deep in his throat when he felt her tongue wrap around him. He bit his lip to keep his voice down; a difficult task to do seeing how good it felt. Besides, she had willingly gone down on him without him even asking or hinting at her to do it. Such willingness on her part was a major turn on and he wondered what else she was willing to do for him.

"Even back then. If you had asked me to have sex with you I would have let you have me. You are all that matters to me".

Her words came back to haunt him; the thought of taking her back then turned him on even more. When he ejected he found himself floating on a cloud of bliss has she rose up from her position.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, pressing herself against him. "Well?"

"Fuck," whispered Yami, laughing softly. "Fuck. Where did you learn to do that?"

Arora didn't answer she just kissed him slowly running her hands through his hair. "Wouldn't you like to know Mr. Mutou?" Arora opened her mouth slightly and pressed it against his mouth sliding her tongue into his mouth.

"Who have you been with to know how to kiss this good?" asked Yami, licking his lips when they pulled away to breathe.

"That Mr. Mutou is known of your business," said Arora smoothly, forcing him to have a seat on the desk before straddling his lap. "Unless you plan to tell me how many bitches you fucked before deciding you would really fuck me."

Yami stood up and shoved her off of him and onto the floor. "Ah!" she yelped in surprise. "Ow! Shit!"

"What is your problem?" asked Yami glaring down at her, watching her dust herself off and stand up.

"What is yours?" asked Arora in the same manor. "You are the one that when we were younger seemed interested in fucking me. Then you go off to college and fuck around with some other girls and even get one pregnant. Yeah, you're a real fucking saint!"

"Is that what this is really about? Is this about Haria?"

"What do you think?"

"I am sorry about that Arora."

"Sure you are," laughed Arora.

Yami snorted and spun her around forcing her on her back onto the teacher's desk. "You have no idea how much I imagined all those girls were you," whispered Yami in her ear.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better love?"

"You were never this much of a bitch," said Yami.

"I never had a reason to bitch before," retorted Arora, licking his nose seductively.

"I can't seem to understand you anymore," whispered Yami. Arora looked up at him and blinked, confused. "One minute you can't take your hands off me and the next you are furious only to go back to wanting me."

"And what about you?" asked Arora softly. "How many women did you sleep with pretending they were me?"

"Cocky little bitch."

"You were the one that admitted it."

"Did you sleep with anyone?"

"You didn't wait for me."

That was answer enough for him he pressed his lips against her s and slide his hands up her thighs pushing the skirt up over her hips. He smirked taking in her lace panties. "I never knew you had a thing for lace." He murmured kissing them while his hands massaged her hips.

"Take them off," whispered Arora, begging him for more intimate attention.

Yami smirked and hooked his thumbs in her black lace panties and slide them down her smooth thighs and off her legs. He ran his hands back up her legs and slide them in between her thighs to separate them enough for his body to settle against her heat. He slowly sank to his knees and snaked his tongue out to lick her folds suggestively. "Ah!" she cried out arching her hips upwards slightly. Chuckling Yami slipped his tongue into her core and slipped it out repeating the process in a very slow and deliberate matter. She let out a strangled scream and gripped his scalp tight enough to draw blood with her finger nails.

Yami grunted and unhitched her hands so he could lick his blood from her hands and then stood up rubbing his newly hardened erection between her folds. The reaction was immediate and she arched her back and wrapped her legs around his waist pressing him harder against her. He smirked down at her and his hands flew up to her school blouse to reveal to him the white slip under which he saw the tell tale signs of a black lace bra. He smirked and pulled her slip from her body latching onto her lace clad breasts. He heard her sharp intake of breathe and smirked has she arched her back into his mouth. Yami's hands slide up her back and kept her back arched has he continued to nibble her nipple. While he kept one hand under her back the other hand slide down her stomach to reach her core and he slipped one finger inside her massaging her at the same pace he would later on when they had more intimate contact.

Yami chuckled when he pulled away and slide his fingers from her core licking up her juices from his fingers. "You taste like honey," he commented.

"You know how to charm a girl," smirked Arora, tilting her head up and kissing him while he rolled over on the desk so he could be under her.

Arora stared down at him and moved her hands to his shirt and slowly began to unbutton his shirt kissing his chest has she went. Yami groaned and ran his hands through her hair his back arching off the ground. He wondered at the number of lovers she had had to become so talented. He groaned when he felt a familiar feeling envelop his lower area and glanced up and saw Arora slowly lowering herself onto him. He hissed at the tight feeling of having her envelope him; his eyes widened when he came into contact with something he didn't expect.

She was still a virgin.

He opened his mouth to tell her to be careful when she thrusted downwards and cried out in shock and pain. "I was going to tell you it hurt the first time," said Yami, stroking her cheek gently. "What's wrong? Didn't your mother tell you about this?"

"Yes," whimpered Arora. "But I didn't realize it would hurt this much."

Yami's hand slide behind her neck and he pulled her down and kissed her gently. Sliding his tongue into her mouth while his other hand moved to her lower back and gently massaged it to ease her pain; she pulled away and slowly began to rise up and down on him moving at a slow pace until she was comfortable. When she finally stopped feeling pain she picked up her pace and began to move faster on him. She lowered her upper body and pressed it against him sliding her tongue inside his mouth and kissing him before rising back up again. Yami groaned into her mouth and wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other arm cupped one of her breasts.

Their lips broke apart and Arora buried her nose in his neck and wrapped her arms around his neck; while his arms wrapped around her slim form his hands running up and down her spine. He bit down on his lower lip attempting to keep down his moans which was a pretty hard thing to do with how tight she was. He groaned when he felt his eyes roll in the back and then hissed when he felt her muscles tighten around him. She whimpered and arched her back when she felt his seed shoot into her. They lay there on the desk for a few minutes waiting for their breathing to return to normal before Arora climbed off of him so they could fix themselves up.

"We should have more talks after school like this," said Yami tucking his shirt in.

"Yeah," said Arora, giggling while she checked her make up and hair in the little compact mirror. "When's our next meeting?"

"Next time you act up."

"So tomorrow then?"

"How about tonight?"

"Your place?"

"Uh huh," said Yami wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her mouth firmly. "I'll leave my door unlocked."

"I'll be there," said Arora, heading towards the door.

"Arora?"

"Huh?"

"Where did you learn that?"

"My secret," smiled Arora before leaving the classroom. "See you tonight."

Yami chuckled and grabbed his suitcase waiting a good ten minutes before leaving the classroom making sure it is locked.

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Author's Notes: If enough people like this I will probably make more of these between this couple. If not then this will remain a one shot.