Come, my lovelies. Come to Mikio! 18A derp. DONT READ, YO.

Mikio pursed his lips as she opened the door and got out. He rolled his eyes. Typical teenage brat. Not thankful for anything, He muttered to himself. That's why girls like you are better off dead. I can't believe I was beginning to think... eh. He faded off, then leaned over, closing the door. Something which she had failed to do. Mikio quickly shifted the car into drive again and sped off, not looking back.

She turned around, finger raised to thank him but he sped of quickly and she frowned, hand dropping as she watched him speed away. She felt very disappointed as she limped to her house and up to her room, sprawling herself out on the bed. What the hell is wrong with me? She thought to herself as she stared up at the ceiling

It took Mikio around twenty minutes before he rolled into his driveway and parked. He got out of the car, locked it and slipped his keys into his pocket. He sighed, What a long day... sheesh... Mikio grumbled to himself, walking through the front door. He was greeted instantly by his white Persian cat. He closed the door and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed his vodka from the fridge before he fed his cat. He walked into the living room and sat down on his chair, lighting up his cigarette.

Throughout the entire night her thoughts were on Kurosawa-sensei, even through dinner with her family. Nataline hobbled back up to her room and crawled into her bed after changing into boy shorts and a tank top. She sighed, getting annoyed a how much she was thinking of her teacher. With his russian accent, skinny frame, and black beautiful hair. She screamed in frustration into her pillow before throwing a book at her wall.

The next day soon arrived, and Mikio awoke with a groan, his cat on his face. He pushed her off slowly and walked blindly into the bathroom. He wiped his face off with a washcloth, then stripped of his pajamas. He stepped into the shower and scrubbed his pale body, doing the usual routine of washing himself with soap, using shampoo and then finally using conditioner. When he finished, he stepped out and began to blow dry his hair. He applied the usual amount of gel, slicking back the hair left of his part. He dried himself off then got dressed into the usual white dress shirt, black vest and black pants. He put in his left earring then put on his glasses. He yawned, walking out of the bathroom, nearly kicking his cat in the process. He made himself breakfast, ate, and then quickly left for work, sighing mentally to himself. He didn't want to go.

Nataline was up early and at school before any of tue teachers were at school, leaving only the janitor and secretary. She limped to the change room, grabbed her bag and quickly changed into her uniform, stuffing her other clothing into her bag and grabbing her English textbook, walking to the classroom and sitting down beside the door, closing her eyes and falling back asleep

Mikio arrived at school a while later, walking to the classroom. He was surprised to see Nataline there, the only student in the entire room. He noticed she was sleeping, and he sighed. He placed his books down on the desk. He wondered if he should wake her, but he decided not too. There was another fifteen minutes until class started anyway. He yawned, running his fingers through his black hair. He began to fill out some more paper work, wishing he was at home in his bed.

Nataline was dreaming that she was in an expensive restaurant with Kurosawa-sensei across from her. Her dream self smiled and giggled lightly. She heard herself whisper his name out while she slept, her head rolling to the side.

Mikio raised his head from his papers as he heard his name being called. He looked at Nataline, who had rolled her head to the side and was whispering his name and giggling in her sleep. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what she was dreaming about. He felt a gentle blush creep to his cheeks, but he quickly shook his head and it disappeared. He got up and walked over to her. He pulled her blonde locks from her sleeping face and cupped her cheek lightly. She looked so peaceful, and seemed so out of her usual bratty character. He didn't want to disturb her from her sleep, he enjoyed how angelic she looked.

Nataline felt a hand on her cheek and her dream self was inches away from dream Kurosawa-sensei. She whispered his name once more as she leaned foreword, both dream and real self. She connected her lips with his, a blush lightly on her cheeks. She felt her eyes open, realizing she was actually kissing him, whos hand was on her cheek. She pulled away with a gasp, her back pressig against the wall and her eyes wide

Mikio froze up as he felt Nataline's lips graze his. His amber eyes were open wide as he could taste her soul dancing between their lips. He closed his eyes, attracted to the taste. It was sweet... so sweet. Unlike her personality. He liked it, the taste made him water at the mouth. He opened his eyes as he felt her pull away, slamming up against the wall. His eyes were glazed over as he looked at her.
"You were whispering my name, Ms. Brooks," He whispered, stepping towards her. He pressed his hand to the wall, gripping the fabric of her shirt with his hand as he pulled her into another kiss, eager to taste those sweet, sweet lips. He was fighting back the urge to completely drain her as he suddenly realized what they were doing. He quickly pulled away, blinking at her. He quickly coughed, then straightened out his clothes. "Oh, pardon me," He excused himself, pushing his glasses up as he smiled sweetly.

She gasped as he kissed her again. His lips tasted sweet, and soft. When he pulled away she immediately pulled him back to her, pressing her lips back to his with force behind it. What am I doing? She thought to herself but her body was reacting differently. She felt her hands moved around to his neck, hands shaking lightly.

Mikio was surprised as Nataline pulled him back into a kiss, this time with force. He went along with it, his mind foggy in need to taste her sweet lips again. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed her up on one of the desks, gripping the fabric of her shirt in his hands as he slid his tongue along her bottom lip, eager to taste more of her. To taste her soul. He slid one hand up her back and rested it on her burning cheek, stroking her soft skin.

She made a noise in the back of her throat as she was pulled onto a desk. She opened her mouth to his tongue, surprised at what she was doing but her mind was so clouded she didn't feel the need to pull away. Nataline slid one arm around his shoulders, the other moving to cup his neck. She felt her leg hitch around his hips.

Mikio was surprised that she opened his mouth at his request. He quickly shoved his tongue into her mouth, twirling their tongues together in desire. He let his hand slid from her waist to her hip, stroking her thigh as they kissed. He had no thoughts rolling through his mind, except that he wanted her. He wanted her soul. He held back, however, the sweet taste of her lips distracting him. He gripped onto her long blonde hair, tangling his fingers in it as their lips moved together.

Nataline was lost in he feel of his lips, a hand trailing down his chest. A bell cut through the sound of tongues swirling and lips moving together. She quickly pulled away, gasping as she looked at him with glazed eyes. "Shit." she whispered as she slid off the desk, quickly grabbing her books and straightening her clothes out. She couldn't believe she just did that, but she loved every moment of it.

Mikio quickly yanked away as he heard the bell ring. He stared at her, then quickly retreated down the stairs to his podium. He grabbed his notes and textbook from the desk then carried them over, flipping to the pages that needed to be opened. Nataline had completely distracted him, and now he wasn't organized. He couldn't believe he had just done something like that with a student, without sucking their soul out. He pursed his lips, then wiped his mouth.

Nataline dashed to her seat and dropped into the chair, wiping her mouth just before students piled into the classroom and filled the seats up. She had a control of her breathing, her mind running wild. What have I done?

Class went on, and Mikio proved himself to be clumsier then usual. He had dropped his papers several times, stuttered when he was reading, and had also managed to trip and fall on his butt on his way to help a student with an assignment. His mind was elsewhere, he felt like a complete mess.

Nataline had laughed a few times, especially when he tripped but her own hands were shaking and she was finding it hard to concentrate as she read to herself what she already learned. She had done extra homework yesturday, the assignment almost done so she did t have much work to do anyways. She kept glancing at kurosawa, wondering when she could feel his lips on hers again

The bell rang soon enough, ending class. He let out a sigh of relief, pulling his hair from his eyes. He was a complete mess. He had no class this block, he needed sometime to collect himself. He sat down at his desk and rubbed his forehead, stressed. He couldn't believe what had happened, only yesterday she was trying to make his life miserable. But now... he didn't even know what would happen now.

Nataline got up quickly at the bell and quickly moving down the steps, only to trip and tumble down the stairs. Some people laughed and jumped out of the way, others scoffing and insulting her. She was sprawled out on the ground, groaning as everyone left. He leg had started to bleed again and he shoulder now hurt but she felt like she deserved it.

Mikio noticed that Nataline had fallen down the stairs. He quickly got up from the desk, running to her aid. He noticed that she was bleeding from the knee again. He sighed, lifting her up and carrying her over to the desk. He sat her down on the teachers chair. He opened the drawer and pulled out some bandages, he began to wipe away the blood, then wrapped her knee up. "Clumsy," He whispered, smiling up at her.

"Says the man who dropped several things today and tripped." her voice was soft, unlike its usual ice cold tone. She watched him, a blush rising to her cheeks.

Mikio remained kneeling in front of her. He raised an eyebrow. "And who's fault is that?" He whispered, his voice soft. He noticed Nataline's tone was soft and gentle, and he liked it. He grabbed her hand, kissing the back of her palm softly, "I do believe you're blushing, Ms. Brooks," He murmured, smiling at her. In his mind, however, he was frowning. This is ridiculous. I shouldn't be acting like this with a student... what the hell is wrong with me?