Title: Trial and Error Author: MK Pairing: Sawada Shin x Yamaguchi Kumiko Fandom: Gokusen Theme: #17, Kilohertz Disclaimer: I don't own Gokusen, but today I watched and re-watched the Kindaichi 3 ending theme and used it to corrupt at least two people. This was dangerous. Shin leaned back in his chair and took careful notice of the looks being exchanged between the others. They were going to do something weird. They had been dancing around wanting to ask him something all night, and finally he decided to get it over with. "Oi, just ask me already." Minami, resident skirt chaser, looked him straight in the eye and asked what had apparently been on their minds since the previous evening but had remained unvoiced. "Do you have a thing for Yankumi?" Ah. Now that he had only half been expecting. "Yeah," he said slowly, "I do." Minami looked like he had expected it, but the others seemed surprised. "You" Kuma's face broke into a wide grin, "That's awesome!" "Have you made a move?" Uchi looked far too interested, so he scowled and lied. "No." Really, that should have been the end of it. Really, he should have known better. He had taken to foregoing a shirt entirely while training. The one he normally wore had disgustingly permanent sweat stains, and had begun to smell regardless of how many times it was washed. Wearing just a loose pair of pants had the dual benefits of keeping him cool and making Yankumi's head swivel back and forth between whatever she was doing at the time and his training. Shin had his own version of the power of youth, and had found that despite how remarkably oblivious Yankumi could be, some parts of her were very much in tune with the message he was trying to communicate. On the other hand, it had the major drawback of Kyo teasing him during training because he knew full well what Shin was doing. Of course, it was doubly good for the training because he had to work hard to keep his head cool and rational against those comments. This particular day Kyo was working him harder than usual, but thankfully he was past the being knocked repeatedly to the ground stage. The focus of training was mostly dodging blows and reading his opponent. Most of his brain was completely focused on the fight, but part of him Part of him was becoming increasingly fascinated by Kumiko at the back of the house in shorts and a tank top. He didn't see that very often. Then, two things happened at once. One was that the doorbell rang. The other was that Shin hit the dirt. "Oi, Ojou! Some punk kids are here to see you and Red Lion!" Shin picked himself up off the ground and Kyo shrugged by way of apology. "Focus next time," he said. "We're done for today." Uchi ambled over as if this wasn't his first time in the middle of a Yakuza compound and smacked Shin on the shoulder, then wrinkled his nose. "Ew man, you smell. Get washed or somethingwe'll hang out with Yankumi." And admittedly he was feeling pretty gross as the sweat dried to his skin and more built up underneath the top layer. A bath might just be a good idea. Someone had taken his clothes. It wasn't like when Minoru replaced them with fresh ones while he was washing, it was just that his clothes were missing. He was sure he had brought a clean set in with him butthere by the door, where they should have been, was only a towel. Shin scowled. He had a pretty good idea what had happened. He wrapped it carefully and tied a knot in the excess, then slicked back his hair, headed into the main room and leant, dripping, over Noda. "My clothes." He did not look directly at Kumikothat would be giving in and letting them win. Instead, he glared down at Noda, who grinned up at him wickedly. "What about them?" "I'd like to know where they went." "Psh, clothes. Get over them; you won't need them so much." Minami walked a dangerous path, and Kuma, knowing Shin the best, remained silent. No one, however, could surpass Uchi in his complete disregard of danger. He reached out and tugged at the bottom of the towel. "Ah, relax! We've already seen you in the loin cloth at the school festival*," he tugged a bit more and Shin kept a resolute grasp on his towel, "Even Yankumi!" Words were not necessary. He turned from Uchi, who was clearly a lost cause, and focused the weight of his stare on Kuma, who had the unfortunate seat next to Kumiko. If that wasn't awkward, he wasn't sure what was her face was bright red. Kuma folded easily. "Other side of the sliding door!" Shin gave him a slight smile and, because Noda, Uchi and Minami couldn't see, a quick wink at Kumiko. Her face exploded, and he felt good padding barefoot to get his clothes back. They had stayed for dinner, chatted up Oji-san and edged carefully around Kyo. It was fun to see them again, though a little weird like this. He hadn't quite expected to ever live here himself, let alone to have these people visit openly, knowing as much as they did. Eventually they left, and he let out a low breath. Yankumi had yet to look him directly in the eyes since their earlier prank. "They really like to tease you! I'm going to miss them next year." And she really would, he knew. There would be other classes for her, and new students, but none of them would ever be the same as 3-D and her first experiences as a teacher. She was good like that. "They like teasing you," he replied with emphasis on the last word. "They know how I feel." "How youfeel?" He turned to face her and she looked surprised, unsure. "Aa." "About" "About you." "Oh." That was probably as much as she could take for one night. He reached out and pulled her into a hug, holding her close against him and tucking her head in next to his. It was likely written all over his face in permanent marker he just had to find a way to get it out in some language she could understand. Later. Just then, simply holding her was pretty nice, too. *This is a reference to a later volume of Gokusen not scanlated at the time of this fic. Give it awhileImpossibility is working on it. [march 2005]
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