Minamino Sensei
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,987
Reviews:
36
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuYu Hakusho, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Minamino Sensei
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho
As it says in the despcription, this is basically a 'what if...' kind of story. Hiei's been gone from the human realm ever since he first defeated Yatsude when he met the fourteen year old Kurama. Now Kurama's become a teacher, and has almost completely forgotten about his demon side, but a certain fire demon doesn't really like that idea.
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Minamino Sensei
By: CrimsonFox
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Chapter 1: Reoccurrence from the Past
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The sun was shinning brightly when school was finally released, and all the kids were running out of the cursed building. A soft smile and chuckle graced the teacher’s full lips as he watched the kids run around him trying to get as far from the high school as possible. The spring air was light and crisp, and there was a wind blowing through his long hair that made him feel a little bit more free than the restricting body allowed him to feel.
“Minamino Sensei,” the voice of a young girl called out from behind the tall beautiful red head, “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes, of course, what is it? Ayaka San?” he asked sweetly, flashing his gorgeous smile that made all the girls at the school swoon whether he meant for them to or not… mostly not.
“Umm…” she blushed a little at the schools most popular teacher’s radiant beauty, “I-I was wondering…a-about the homework assignment you gave us today. When the coefficient is to the x power and divided by z, how do you get y?”
After explaining the equation in three different ways, the short, dark haired girl finally understood the formula.
“Arigatou, Sensei,” Ayaka bowed lowly, allowing her dark hair to hide the deepening blush before flying off, giggling.
The long day of school was finally over, and the Youko in human skin was on his way home when he saw one of his more problematic students on a corner, leaning against a brick wall, taking a long, slow drag on the cigarette, his eyes closed in a very relaxed matter. Shuichi bit his lip a little, he knew it was wrong, but he had to admit that there was something really attractive about the mysterious boy. He wore the school’s uniform black pants, but the over jacket was thrown over one shoulder, leaving him with only his fitted black tank that was snug over every inch of the boys perfectly sculpted chest and stomach along with the bandana that he wore everyday, usually white. And then there was the bandage that was always wrapped around the boy’s thin but very muscular arm, but no one ever dared to ask why.
“Hiei San,” the teacher sighed, “Don’t you have a home you should be getting to so you can study? Instead you hang out like a gang banger on the street?”
One red eye opens a crack, slowly to look over the tall beautiful red head in front of him, “Sensei,” his deep voice rumbled, the eye slid closed as he let out the gray smoke in a sensual breath, ending with a small smirk.
“What are you doing out here, anyway?” he tried desperately not to blush at the way his student had talked to and looked at him.
“Waiting,” he huffed, not moving an inch.
“For what?” he watched with large green eyes as the much shorter boy stood from the wall, tossing his fully smoked cigarette to the ground before stomping on it as he took a step closer to the red haired beauty.
“You,” he stepped even closer, his garnet, almond shaped eyes burned in to Shuichi’s soul. “I need your help,” another stream of smoke spiraled slowly from his thin, but sensual lips.
“With homework?” his voice almost faltered, making him sound like when he had hit puberty almost 15 years ago.
“Not quite,” he smirked, reaching one hand up into the heavy mass of silky red hair, grasping behind the base of the much taller man’s skull, and pulling him down to force a kiss on the unsuspecting teacher, running his tongue over the other man’s lips tenderly.
“Hiei San!” Shuichi gasped shoving the shorter boy away from him, “What are you doing?”
“Minamino Sensei,” he bowed his head a little before disappearing in a displacement of air, leaving behind a slightly disturbed and really flustered red head.
The teacher blinked in confusion, had his student really disappeared in the blink of an eye? Shaking his head in hopes of clearing it a little he continued on his way home. His mouth and lips felt dry for some reason, those lips had gotten him over heated as he ran his tongue over his lips. He stopped suddenly as the taste of smoke and pine filled his senses.
‘What an enticing taste. Whoa, where’d that come from? Hiei’s just a child and a boy. There’s nothing right about this attraction. Wait, what attraction? Argh!’
Through out the night, the hidden Youko kept thinking back on the smoking boys soft lips pressing into his. The black tank top and fitted pants drove on Shuichi’s arousal.
‘He’s a senior, so he must be 17 at the youngest. It would be legal in no time. But he still looks so young he could probably pass for 14 if he wanted. If only he would stop smoking and wearing those bandanas that made him look like a gang banger.’
Thoughts of his young student lulled him to sleep.
~TBC~
Tell me how you like it.
As it says in the despcription, this is basically a 'what if...' kind of story. Hiei's been gone from the human realm ever since he first defeated Yatsude when he met the fourteen year old Kurama. Now Kurama's become a teacher, and has almost completely forgotten about his demon side, but a certain fire demon doesn't really like that idea.
*****
Minamino Sensei
By: CrimsonFox
*****
Chapter 1: Reoccurrence from the Past
*****
The sun was shinning brightly when school was finally released, and all the kids were running out of the cursed building. A soft smile and chuckle graced the teacher’s full lips as he watched the kids run around him trying to get as far from the high school as possible. The spring air was light and crisp, and there was a wind blowing through his long hair that made him feel a little bit more free than the restricting body allowed him to feel.
“Minamino Sensei,” the voice of a young girl called out from behind the tall beautiful red head, “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes, of course, what is it? Ayaka San?” he asked sweetly, flashing his gorgeous smile that made all the girls at the school swoon whether he meant for them to or not… mostly not.
“Umm…” she blushed a little at the schools most popular teacher’s radiant beauty, “I-I was wondering…a-about the homework assignment you gave us today. When the coefficient is to the x power and divided by z, how do you get y?”
After explaining the equation in three different ways, the short, dark haired girl finally understood the formula.
“Arigatou, Sensei,” Ayaka bowed lowly, allowing her dark hair to hide the deepening blush before flying off, giggling.
The long day of school was finally over, and the Youko in human skin was on his way home when he saw one of his more problematic students on a corner, leaning against a brick wall, taking a long, slow drag on the cigarette, his eyes closed in a very relaxed matter. Shuichi bit his lip a little, he knew it was wrong, but he had to admit that there was something really attractive about the mysterious boy. He wore the school’s uniform black pants, but the over jacket was thrown over one shoulder, leaving him with only his fitted black tank that was snug over every inch of the boys perfectly sculpted chest and stomach along with the bandana that he wore everyday, usually white. And then there was the bandage that was always wrapped around the boy’s thin but very muscular arm, but no one ever dared to ask why.
“Hiei San,” the teacher sighed, “Don’t you have a home you should be getting to so you can study? Instead you hang out like a gang banger on the street?”
One red eye opens a crack, slowly to look over the tall beautiful red head in front of him, “Sensei,” his deep voice rumbled, the eye slid closed as he let out the gray smoke in a sensual breath, ending with a small smirk.
“What are you doing out here, anyway?” he tried desperately not to blush at the way his student had talked to and looked at him.
“Waiting,” he huffed, not moving an inch.
“For what?” he watched with large green eyes as the much shorter boy stood from the wall, tossing his fully smoked cigarette to the ground before stomping on it as he took a step closer to the red haired beauty.
“You,” he stepped even closer, his garnet, almond shaped eyes burned in to Shuichi’s soul. “I need your help,” another stream of smoke spiraled slowly from his thin, but sensual lips.
“With homework?” his voice almost faltered, making him sound like when he had hit puberty almost 15 years ago.
“Not quite,” he smirked, reaching one hand up into the heavy mass of silky red hair, grasping behind the base of the much taller man’s skull, and pulling him down to force a kiss on the unsuspecting teacher, running his tongue over the other man’s lips tenderly.
“Hiei San!” Shuichi gasped shoving the shorter boy away from him, “What are you doing?”
“Minamino Sensei,” he bowed his head a little before disappearing in a displacement of air, leaving behind a slightly disturbed and really flustered red head.
The teacher blinked in confusion, had his student really disappeared in the blink of an eye? Shaking his head in hopes of clearing it a little he continued on his way home. His mouth and lips felt dry for some reason, those lips had gotten him over heated as he ran his tongue over his lips. He stopped suddenly as the taste of smoke and pine filled his senses.
‘What an enticing taste. Whoa, where’d that come from? Hiei’s just a child and a boy. There’s nothing right about this attraction. Wait, what attraction? Argh!’
Through out the night, the hidden Youko kept thinking back on the smoking boys soft lips pressing into his. The black tank top and fitted pants drove on Shuichi’s arousal.
‘He’s a senior, so he must be 17 at the youngest. It would be legal in no time. But he still looks so young he could probably pass for 14 if he wanted. If only he would stop smoking and wearing those bandanas that made him look like a gang banger.’
Thoughts of his young student lulled him to sleep.
~TBC~
Tell me how you like it.