Clashing Hearts!: Super Fun Time Yuri RP

Hikaru, already blushing slightly at the turn the "lesson" was taking, walked over to help Faulkner-Sensei. If she was careful, she could probably use telekinesis to help lesson the burden without Sensei noticing.

She gave her harassed teacher a small smile and placed her hands under Nekomi's back.

"[On three, Sensei?]"

"You are encouraged to borrow my yardstick, Sonohara-sensei," Faulkner said with a smile.

She nodded to Hikaru.

She paused, took a deep breath, and counted to [three]... and, with all her might and all of Hikaru's help, abandoned her plan of using the desk fir leverage, and simply lifted the huge girl into the wheelbarrow.

["Thanks... Hikari..."] she gasped.

Ichigo smiled.

"How about we start with the feet and work our way up, Sonohara-sensei? I'm sure Tarantino would approve."

edited 21st Feb '12 8:21:21 PM by Scrounge

Hikaru blinked. That hadn't required much help at all. Sensei was stronger than she looked. She considered offering to help the teacher further, but it looked like Faulkner had it under control.

"[Rensaki, sensei, really,]" she murmured quietly to the teacher over her shoulder.

As she slid back into her desk, she caught the end of Ichigo's comment.

Huh. So Ichigo-chan's been in our culture for a while...when was Tarantino born, anyway?

edited 21st Feb '12 8:24:07 PM by IchigoNeko

["Thank you, Rensaki-chan,]" the teacher said with a smile. With that, she turned and wheeled Nekomi towards the nurse's office.

Ai smiled, releasing a tiny bit of pheremones.

"Save the naughty bits for last... Anticipation makes everything sweeter..."

Ichigo shrugged.

"Fair enough. Might as well build up some hype before the letdown."

The slight pink color on Yurika's cheeks intensified a little bit as she without realizing it, inhaled some of her demonic classmate's pheromones. Still, when prompted by her sensei she did grab Faulkner's yardstick "Don't shorten my name! And they were talking about you Momoko! So ditch those indoor shoes and your stockings"

"Clearly, we must observe how the subject reacts when she is both aggravated, and appeased," Momoko replied, quickly removing her shoes and her stockings. "As we have seen aggravation, we will now see appeasement. Yuri-sensei is an interesting specimen, isn't she?"

Aiko really couldn't help it at this point, she was laughing in full now.

Sadako's face started to turn a bit red as the human anatomy "lesson" began. As Momoko removed her stockings, Sadako found her eyes drawn to the girl's now-exposed legs. Her slight blush became a bit more noticeable.

edited 21st Feb '12 11:26:06 PM by Shadowbell

It seemed that, somehow, news that this class temporarily had no teacher had somehow filtered down to the music room and the school's most recent staffing acquisition. Of course, it took her a minute to arrive and all that Natsumi did was sit on the teacher's desk and watch what was going on with a bored expression on her face. Meanwhile, everyone else got to look at her. White hair. White skin. Red eyes. What appeared to be a leather corset. Hotpants, also leather, along with asymmetrical boots that nearly reached them (one appeared to be folded down somewhat, with much effort). That wasn't even getting into the amount of jewellery...

"Keep doing whatever it is you lot're doing."

"Well... Do what your heart tells you to, Kana dear," said Sakura. "I know it sounds like some Care Bears cliché, but 'tis the best way, as far as I can tell."

With that, the two girls arrived at the classroom. Sakura looked around, noting Momoko's bare legs, the fact that Faulkner wasn't teaching, and that there was a weirdly-dressed woman sitting on the teacher's desk. Raising her eyebrow, the half-Israeli went to her seat and sat down, a bored expression on her fact. "Do you want some romantic music to accompany that?" she asked, mockingly.

Kanako wasn't sure what her heart was telling her to do at that moment. It was torn between just being a 'good girl', acting more polite and nonconfrontational to the teacher, and maintaining her rebellion against her upbringing. When indecisive she tended to revert to the former. That is unless she saw something as utterly bizzare as what awaited back in the classroom. Faulkner wasn't there; some very oddly dressed woman was, and another girl (Momoko? she had a hard time recalling names)had her legs bared. Whatever that was about, Kanako's blush returned as she cautiously traversed back to her seat. Maybe that would prevent her from getting drawn in to whatever was going on. Once she was seated, she glanced out the window and then back to the front of class. Nope, they were still there.

"What's this, some kinda presentation for th' nurse later? D' ya need t' practice it 'ere?" she asked, Cockney taking over as her Yamato Nadeshiko self would be too embarrassed to say anything.

Faulkner eventually made her way to the nurse's office, and was about to open the dooor... before she remembered what was going on in there yesterday.

She knocked a few times, then checked back on the wheelbarrow to see if Nekomi was still alseep and make sure the girl didn't move.

Ichigo stared at the strange, pale woman in the corset who had suddenly invited herself in and sat down on the desk with no apparent prompting. She tilted her head quizzically.

"Okay... Who are, you and what are you doing here?"

She paused, and sniffed, then stared at the intruder, as if to say that she knew something.

"Ren-chan, I think I need some air. You wanna come with?"

Ai glanced at the new arrival with a smile.

"Hey there," she said. "Hope that one..." She gestured to Ichigo. "...Didn't put you off. How'd you get here so quick? Faulkner just left... And I'm pretty sure she didn't even bother asking for another teacher. You one of those eyes everywhere types... Or you just happen to be in the neighborhood?"

Licking her lips, the cuccubus leaned back and put her feet up on the desk, showing off her legs.

"Welcome to Class... whatever class this is..."

She shrugged.

"Don't matter where you are as long as we make you feel at home, right?"

Aiko took a good, long look at the newest teacher. She was... There was no mistaking her. At all. That was definitely the yakuza princess from last night! The one who had helped her get home! Well, she had to greet her. Aiko waved.

"Hi! It's nice to see you again!"

It's not like saying 'Hi! It's nice to see you again!' would clue anyone into the fact that she was a yakuza princess.

edited 22nd Feb '12 7:06:02 PM by AnnoR

"Hm?"

Hikaru blinked and looked over at Ichigo as the kitsune's comment processed. She hesitated slightly, glancing over at the teacher, who...really didn't seem to care. Huh. Well, she wasn't very keen on the 'anatomy' lesson...

She got up and followed Ichigo out.

Ichigo took Hikaru's hand and lead her away at a casual but brisk pace.

"Sorry... That room was just getting crowded with all kinds of nothing good. Between the succubus and the onryo, I don't feel safe with you in there right now."

She smiled sadly.

"I know we won't have forever... I mean, you're... mortal... But I don't want to lose you before I get to know you better..."

Hikaru nodded slowly, although a small frown was evident on her face. She eventually relaxed, squeezing Ichigo's hand.

"I...appreciate your thoughtfulness, Ichigo-chan," she said finally. Now was probably not the time to get into the whole 'I can take care of myself' thing.

...Even if she could.

Ichigo smiled. She couldn't tell what Hikaru was thinking, but it didn't matter... If she knew, she'd have just pointed out that can and have to were two very different things.

"No problem," Ichigo replied with a smile. "It's as good an excuse as any to go up to the roof and have some time to ourselves. I can make an off-brand radio and some bootleg CDs, and we can dance like idiots. It'll be fun."

"Me? I'm the new music teacher. Go on, back to whatever you were doing," Natsumi explained, leaning back and resuming to an expression of extreme boredom, apart from a little wave directed at Aiko. So the small girl was in this class?

Hikaru considered the thought. That...did sound pretty nice...

Eventually, she sighed, running her hand through her hair.

"Is it okay if you make the stuff now and we dance later? I'm a bit worried about what'll happen to our class when poor Sensei gets back. I d-do want to do it, though!" the glasses girl added quickly. "And I especially want to know how you make that stuff. I'm just not positive now's the best time to skip out...and now that I'm not uninformed about our classroom, I won't be in as much danger, either..."

"Like hell I could be appeased while having to deal with an idiot like you" was Yurika prompt answer to the troll's next words right before she use Faulkner's yardstick to give a quick, though relatively soft slap to the girl's bottom.

Though it was then when Yurika noticed their self proclaimed music teacher... who was clearly breaking dress etiquette if the teacher even had such a thing. Still... if she was a teacher...

"Sorry... sensei? I think it would be best for you to take control of the class instead"

"I didn't know you were a teacher," Aiko continued, cheerfully. As long as she stayed away from anything that would risk revealing that Natsumi was a yakuza princess, this would be fine, right?

Momoko flinched, momentarily, when the yardstick hit... but it didn't hurt at all. She straightened, her neutral tone returning. "Yuri-sensei is a poor sport, isn't she? This lesson needed her as a model, after all."

"Not until today."

Then the white-haired ghost's face broke into a devilish grin. Let her take control? Well... why not give them a... different type of lesson? Sure, it lost some of its usefulness when the 'dummy' was fully clothed, but at the least she could get any loose clothing off.

"I think that I'll give everyone a lesson in traditional knots and using rope for restraint, then," Natsumi said, reaching into the unassuming plastic bag she'd brought with her and producing a rather long length of rope. Specifically, jute rope.

"I'll need you to remove... skirt, blazer, and that ribbon, as well as loosening at least one button. Footwear can stay but you'll look ridiculous, and I'd rather you were down to your underwear," or actually naked, "But that'll do."

"Oh... I didn't know teachers could get in so quickly... but that's cool!" Aiko replied with a cheerful nod. With that, she settled in to curiously watch the lesson.

"... E-eh? Sensei...?" Momoko blinked, her neutral-toned and expressionless trolling mode shutting itself off in the face of the odd request. "Um... why... why do you need me to do that... for a knot-tying lesson...?

Sakura shook her head and gripped her forehead. Why were people so obviously annoying?
"Eto, Miss music-sensei," she said, her eyebrow raised, "are you sure that this is... proper? It seems as though you are going to demonstrate something connected to bondage, more likely than not sexual in nature, and about ten-to-one related to Kinbaku."

"Momoko is a good model, isn't she?" Yurika said, imitating the troll's previous tone before she tried to quietly return to her seat, Faulkner's yardstick still in hand.

"Oh, things can certainly be sexual in nature, yes, but the skills involved are equally applicable to having to restrain a person or even, if you don't already know the knots, simply tying things together for other purposes. I won't tie them tight enough that Momo-chan here has to worry about that," Natsumi assured her, quite cheerfully lying about the tightness of the rope and for some reason speaking down to her model, "It's also a quite valid form of art in and of itself."

"Clothes would get bunched up and interfere with actually tying knots."