• He was standing near the art rooms window, leaning against the wall and staring at me as I fixed myself up.
    I ran my fingers through my hair and could feel that I had been sweating, like I always did. "Geez." I say under my breath.
    The food box Mister Ishi had brought me was empty, I had eaten all the food of course, was resting near me.
    I looked up at Mister Ishi. "What are you looking at?"
    He shrugged and slipped his hand in his pants pocket. "Nothing..."
    I sighed and looked away. "Yeah. Whatever."
    He took out a package of cigaretts and a lighter. "Mm hm."
    I felt my body still aching from his harsh touch and just wanted to go home and sleep for the rest of the day. I rolled my arm around, stretching the muscles he had abused.
    He put the cancer stick in his mouth and smiled. "You still hurt?"
    I glared at him. "No s*** sherlock."
    He lit the cancer stick and inhaled the smoke. He shook his head. "You shouldnt curse. Its bad for the soul." He says smiling.
    I narrowed my eyes. "You shouldnt smoke. A**hole. Its bad for your lungs."
    He smirked. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say, doc."
    I rolled my eyes and lifted my shirt, checking on the bruises he had given me on my hips. "You bas****. Look what you did." I hiss.
    He put the cancer stick in his mouth and walked over, taking a closer look at it. "Does it hurt?"
    I laughed sarcasticly. "No freakin' duh."
    He chuckled and kneeled down. "Hey, you didn't curse that time."
    I sighed.
    He lifted up my shirt more to get a better look at the bruises. "Hm... They do look rather painful... I'll be more gentle with you next time, 'kay?"
    I nodded. "That would be nice."
    He smiled and kissed the largest bruise. "I'm sorry." He whispered softly.
    I smirked.
    He kissed the blue skin again, with more care this time. "Sayomi." He whispered.
    A shiver went down my spine.
    He repeated my name and brushed his finger against the sore skin.
    Goose bumps rose on my skin.
    "Sayomi."
    The cigarett in his hand burned and gave off a cloud of smoke that drifted up to my face occasionally.
    I shivered and knelt down in front of him.
    He smiled and kissed me. His hand traveled up my shirt, revealing all the other bruises he had caused.
    I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his neck.
    He kissed my neck. His hand slid over a very sensetive bruise.
    I winced. "Ah! That hurts. Dont push against it so hard." I hiss.
    He looked me in the eye. "What are you talking about?"
    I pointed to my bared chest. "You keep pushing against it too hard."
    He jumped and fell back on his butt.
    The cigarett he had been smoking was on the ground and burning out.
    "What are those?" He looked like he might crap his pants seeing this.
    I blinked in confusion at him. "There just bruises..."
    "I gave you those?" He said not taking his eyes off my darkened skin.
    I nodded. "Yeah. I think so... I wouldnt know anyone else that would give me these kind of things." I say almost smiling.
    He swallowed and brushed a warm finger over the skin.
    A chill went down my spine and I almost made a pleased whimper.
    "I did?" He asks looking into my eyes.
    I nodded, not really understand what the big deal was. "Yeah. Why?"
    He shook his head and sighed. "I'm sorry. I should know not to use all my strength with you. Your more delecate then others I've had before... I'm sorry."
    I smiled and hugged him. "Its okay." I comfort him.
    A warm hand slid over my stomach and stopped right under my rib cage.
    I held him tighter.
    "I'm sorry." He whispers kissing my neck.
    I nodded and kissed his hair. "I know."
    His warm hand slid out from under my shirt and was pressed against my back. "I love you."
    I smirked. "I love you too."

    I walked out of the class room with Mister Ishi and sighed. "There. Happy now? You got what you wanted... Twice." I hiss.
    He smirked. "Yeah. I'm good... For now..." He winked.
    I shook my head and started to head for my next class. "Right..."
    He grabbed my arm and stopped me. "Arent you going to just go class? Shouldnt you at least come with me so I can get you a tardy pass?"
    I couldnt say no... Because then I would be counted late, and I would have to make it up with a detention...
    I sighed and nodded. "Fine."
    He smiled. "Good idea."

    We walked up to his class room and he took a pass slip out of a drower from his desk. "Here."
    I nodded and took out a pencil.
    He handed it to me and smiled.
    I began filling it out.
    "Did you enjoy our time together so far?" He teased.
    I shrugged. "I dont know... I dont like being forced into things. And now I smell like smoke..."
    He chuckled and hugged my back. "Aw. Poor, Sayomi. I'm sorry."
    I nodded and kept filling the pass out.
    "Did you ever think we could use an art room like that?" He teased.
    I sighed. "I didnt before. But now I do."
    He gasped and held me tighter suddenly. "Just imagine what we could do in the gyms supply closet!"
    I blushed as the image ran through my mind. "I... I dont think so." I stutter.
    He laughed and started rocking us back and forth. "Oh, come on. I know you thought about it. So why not?"
    I felt my eye twitch. "Because."
    "Because, why?"
    "Because I said so!" I growl.
    He sighed and rested his head on my shoulder. "Oh, fine... Party pooper." He whinned.
    I smirked and finished filling the pass out. "Okay. I'm done and out of here." I say trying to pull away.
    Mister Ishi grabbed my hand and pushed me against the wall. "Nope. You need a teachers signature first."
    I swallowed and looked away. "No. Your name is already on it. You always sign your passes before you hand them out. Its easier that way."
    He blinked, dumbfounded, but smiled. "How did you know that?"
    I shrugged and looked at him. "I dont know... Its just that when ever I used to get passes from you they would already be signed already. Sometimes in different colored pens then you are holding at the time. So I knew that you had signed it before hand."
    He nodded and chuckled. "You pay attention to your surroundings very well, Sayomi."
    I shrugged again. "I guess..."
    He pulled away from me and snatched the note away.
    I jumped and grabbed for it, missing. "Hey! Give it back!"
    He grinned. "Nope. Not until you pay me back for giving it to you in the first place."
    I narrowed my eyes at him and sighed. "Do you promise you'll give it back?"
    He nodded and leaned down, putting his free hand on my cheek. "Mm hm."
    I rolled my eyes and kissed him softly.
    He smiled and kissed me back.
    I grabbed the note and pulled away. "I didnt say I was going to do anything other then pay you back."
    He chuckled and nodded. "Smart... I guess..."
    I sighed and started for the door again. "See you tommorow, teach."
    He laughed and waved good bye, "I'll miss you, love."
    I stopped, my hand on the door knob. "I love you too..." I say not really knowing if I ment those words.
    He smiled, his face brightening up. "Bye."
    I nodded and opened the door walking out.
    Do I really mean it when I say I love him? Am I just being nice? Am I just saying I love him so he wont feel hurt? Do I even like him?
    Maybe I'm just staying by his side because I dont want to hurt him or see him sad... Or maybe I'm just happy to hear that someone cares for me... I have friends and everything. But... I've never had anyone that loves me like he does... Girls seem to find me unattractive for some reason... I never really understood them... So I would just keep my distance from them and stay focused on school as well as I could.
    I walked down the hallway with my head hung, so I couldnt see in front of me very well, no thanks to my hair...
    A cold shoulder hit against me.
    I jumped and spun around. "Oh! I'm sorry! I wasnt watching where-."
    The teacher that had caught me and Samson kissing smiled down at me. "Ah. Its fine. Dont worry about it."
    I blushed and looked at the floor. "I'm sorry..."
    He waved his hand and chuckled. "It's fine, it's fine. Please, dont trouble yourself over it."
    I nodded. "Thank you."
    He put his hand on my shoulder. "Just getting back from Ishi's room I see?"
    I shrugged. "I guess."
    He grinned. "Dont be intimedated by me just because of what I know."
    I blushed and nodded. "I wont try to..."
    He laughed. "I dont mind. Ishi-sensei can do what he pleases. Just as long as it doesnt involve me getting my hands dirty too. The other teachers will throw a fit if they find out that there precious Ishi has been stollen by a simple minded student."
    I jumped. "Find out?"
    He laughed harder. "I'm not saying I'm going to tell them or anything."
    I nodded. "Oh..."
    "I'm just saying. If they find out they'll be pretty devistated, dont you think?" He says smiling and taking his hand off of my shoulder.
    I nodded again. "Probebly."