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24 March 2007 @ 11:42 pm
Who: K/Ryuichi/Yuki/Tohma /Noriko 
Where: School
What:  Scouting for new talent, English class and K-san substitutes as a cross-dressing teacher.
When: Jan 17th, 1991
Rating: TBA
Sataus: Incomplete

Out of all the ideas ever thought up: this had to have been one of his most interesting and well…workable yet. If there was a way to scout out new talent for Nittle Grasper then undercover was the way to go. However, his idea of undercover seemed so far fetched that it was near impossible to fathom.
Luckily, for him, it was a nice day as he stepped out of his car and onto the pavement. When it came to incognito, K did it with style: if cross-dressing could be considered as such. To a degree, the hip-hugging skirt was annoying as it rode up a bit as he walked.
He mused inwardly over how the hell women wore these things without the slightest bit of irritation. He wore, to match a fitting grey blazer with a white, button up under shirt and black heels. It took him forever to find an outfit that fit, considering he was tall and not necessarily busty, but he made it up by stuffing his shirt.
That itself proved to be a pain in the ass. He fought with lopsidedness, and size. Then again, did size really matter? He made a bit of a face as he pulled the skirt down a little and smoothed it out and stepped inside the school. Students stared as he pushed his shades up and smiled at them, waving before glancing down at his watch: right on time.
His hair was natural, which helped and all he had to do was pull it up higher and allow thin strands to hang a little looser around his face: if he found what he was looking for, then he knew this disguise wouldn’t have been worn in vain.  
He approached the English room he was assigned and slid open the door.
“Good Morning, everyone!” he greeted cheerfully as he stepped inside, sashaying his hips a bit as he added a light skip to his step. He hoped he’d pulled this off well, even guising his voice to a much higher pitch: not annoying so or too low.

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Soul Calibur II - Eternal Struggle
ebrius_doctoris on March 26th, 2007 03:05 am (UTC)
There were two things that drew the boy's attention from the spiral-bound notebook he was scribbling in - one, the substitute was most definitely American, and two, boobs. For what it was worth, he was a sixteen-year-old boy, and very much interested in boobs, ass, cock, coochie, whichever. Sex was sex.

... not that he had nearly as much experience as claimed but he read more than anything and was a fast learner. He doubted even Tohma knew the degree of inexperience.

He couldn't help but smirk, a hand smoothing through his bangs. Substitute babe... and that Sakuma in the class. Now, more than ever, it was time to show off.

"Good morning, Miss. Which part of America do you live in?" he asked with only a hint of a Japanese accent and nearly full American one. New York, New York.
ryuxmrbear on March 26th, 2007 03:23 am (UTC)
Ryuichi wasn't surprise that it was Kitazawa who spoke up first. Still knowing that he was fliriting with his cross-dressing, gun toating maniac of a manager, Ryuichi couldn't let a small satifyed smirk play across his lips. It was true that he didn't know the boy. He'd only been in Kyoto a couple of days and from what he could gather (other than Tohma knowing him already, which Ryuichi had no idea how) Yuki Kitazawa was a player. He just wasn't sure which part he played more often?

Sex fiend or wannabe fiend?

Right from the start of their first intoduciton, Ryuichi knew he didn't like the boy. He just had no idea why he felt this way.
ebrius_doctoris on March 26th, 2007 03:34 am (UTC)
When eyes were festered upon a person, they had a third sense of some fashion. He turned his head to gaze at Sakuma and offered a warm smile, that trademark one he mastered since long ago. "Perhaps Sakuma-san would be able to fill you in on what we've been covering throughout the course. I'm sure you'd find his literacy to be astounding," in the most horrendous of ways, he mused as an after thought.
ryuxmrbear on March 26th, 2007 04:17 am (UTC)
A heated glare found its way over to where Yuki was sitting and the brunette did what he could to keep from making a retort back. He couldn't exactly figure out just what the boys problem was and was positive that if he knew, he wouldn't have wanted too. Still being called on like that, wasn't a position Ryuichi really hated. Tohma had often said he was a performer in everything he did. This class would be no diffrent.

Leaning back in his chair, Ryuichi fixed a semi-intrested glance on their teacher before shrugging. "I know what my class is doing, but considering we're the invites here. Perhaps Kitazawa-san would be the better canidate for this position ne?" If there was one thing Ryuichi had managed to learn over the years was his english. Horrible with the modern Japanese, Ryuichi would almost always lapse into English when he could.
ebrius_doctoris on March 26th, 2007 04:31 am (UTC)
"Impressive. You're not as much of a half-wit that I took you for," Yuki said in Japanese before again there was the English, "Whatever you'd like, Miss. I would be more than happy to help." And that he would.

Today was a day for sadism, vindictive nature.

After all, it was because of Ryuichi that he was stopped short from cumming, and that was just unforgivable. Granted, it was in part to that blond manager but Yuki wasn't highly impressed by the other.
Tohma Seguchi: Whut?0acciaccatura0 on March 26th, 2007 05:13 am (UTC)
It was only in hindsight (brought on by his regular intake of morning coffee) that Tohma decided perhaps making an appearance in English wouldn't go amiss. After all what else was there to do? You've seen Kyoto once, you've seen it a thousand times; the city never changed, and it's people were just as dull and unsurprising. A far cry from Tokyo. Very far.

He slid open the class room door, head already bowed, ready to apologise for his tardiness. "Pardon m-" Green eyes fell on a pair of high heels.

Not Ishida-sensei. Unless he'd finally gone off the deep end?

He looked up, a frown in place ready to question whoever was in place. Shock took him first.

"Mi...ster K?" Oh yes, head to toe in drag. What on Earth...?
norikogal on March 26th, 2007 11:03 am (UTC)
English class was a waste of time -- and had been since she'd first started taking it, really --, so Noriko had holed herself up in the back of the classroom where the teachers wouldn't bother her. For the most part, that worked and she spent her time in class doodling or scouting for boys or doing whatever else there was to do (not much, essentially). She had already picked through the "exchange" students to figure out which ones were worth her attention, gotten bored with that, and went back to her notebook. Still, even she looked up when she head Seguwhatever-san call their new substitute sensei a "mister".

All right. Blonde hair, long legs, not-too-shabby tits... That settled that. Seguwhatever-san was high. Noriko hid a grin behind her hand and straightened a little in her seat. Maybe this class would be fun after all.
blondbombshellk on March 26th, 2007 12:38 pm (UTC)
A wry smirk played across his lips as he smiled down at Tohma, “Good morning, Seguchi-san.” He greeted, speaking in native English as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the desk, sitting on the edge as he crossed his left leg over the right and smiled, “You’re just in time for class, please have a seat and we will begin momentarily.” He answered, blue eyes laughing a little before turning his attentions to the class and sat on top of his desk.

When K went all out, he went all out and this was no exception.

Smoothing out the skirt again he turned his attention to Kitazawa and Ryuichi, smirking as he held his chin in thought, “Why yes, I am from Sunny California.” He answered the boy’s question before standing again, “But before any thing else, I do believe that introductions are at hand.” He began as he grabbed some chalk and scribbled his name on the board in poorly written Kanji: Japanese wasn’t his best language and it showed, he tried, but…

It always came out bad.

“My name is Ms.Kisuragi or Ms.K for short, either way is acceptable or plain K-sensei will do.” He assured with a nod as he dusted the chalk from his hands, “I’ll be filling in for Ishida-sensei until she returns, and apparently she got sick at last minute.” He concluded with a smirk. He was going to enjoy this if nothing as he reached for the roaster, “It’s time for role-call everyone, so please listen up and answer when your name is called.”
ryuxmrbear on March 30th, 2007 04:35 am (UTC)
Ryuichi sat at his desk for a moment or two, just keeping a steady gaze on K before slowly shaking his head. Couldn’t he or Tohma go anywhere without him having to tag along? He knew that K would only be looking for a way to grab Nittle Grasper more publicity but after the last stunt he pulled, Which Ryuichi still hadn’t been able to confess to Tohma about the brunette wasn’t so sure he wanted K to do much more. Who knew what other whacky ideas the blonde could get?

And to make things even more confusing, Ryuichi still couldn’t figure out just why Kitazawa was looking at him, as if he was one of the seven plagues. Just what had he done to anger the boy so? It wasn’t something that he could consciously recall and that just made it harder for Ryuichi.

How was he supposed to atone for something he had no idea even existed?


Looking up when he heard his name being called, Ryuichi connected his gazed with K’s and held it for a moment before breaking his off. He muttered a soft “Hai” before dropping his gaze back to his desk. Yes this was just too weird, even for K.
Tohma Seguchi: ohsighstfu0acciaccatura0 on March 30th, 2007 04:45 am (UTC)
He was beginning to find out that it was sometimes it your best interest to not question the American's often bizarre behaviour. It made for a easier day most of the time, less headaches, though you were often left with the blank expression of sheer 'wtfery', which would come later, he was sure. Right now Tohma sighed heplessly and pulled out a seat and desk from the back of the room.

From now on it would be strictly decaf before mid-day. No more bright ideas.


K was met with a short unamused stare.

blondbombshellk on April 2nd, 2007 11:51 am (UTC)
Noting the amusement in Tohma’s eyes, K couldn’t help but smirk as he checked them off as present, grinning himself as he paced back and forth in front of the desk. Double checking the roster, he nodded in approval before setting it down and smiling.

“All right then everyone, shall we begin?” he said as he rummaged through the desk to pull out a folder containing the day’s notes. At least with this being English class, he could pull it off easily, however, had it been Japanese that would’ve been another story.

“Please keep in mind that you will eventually be tested on today’s notes, so please pay attention and jot down anything I mark as important.” He informed, blue eyes scanning the class room with a bemused expression. Satisfied as he exchanged glances with Ryuichi and Tohma he scribbled some notes down on the board.

“Oh, and if you have any questions, by all means: don’t hesitate to ask.” He said, smiling widely as he continued to write.