Title: True Confessions 1/12
Pairings: Shin/Yankumi
Rating: PG-13 - (MA)
Warnings: Het, mild language, angst, humor
Notes: Yay! My first Gokusen story (which I had hoped to be a one-shot but it looks like it might not be) and shocker! It's not yaoi! Let's see if I can pull this relationship off since I love them like so. For those already familiar with the show, I took a few liberties and kinda merged both anime and live drama together. I like Yankumi's personality in the drama but I kept the anime Fujiyama-sensei as well as Shinohara's role.
Spoilers: (For Drama and Gokusen Special).

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One:

Yamaguchi Kumiko otherwise known as Yankumi by the students of class 3-D, was looking forward to another good day of lessons. Of course she still knew that her delinquent students would be a handful, but at least they had all come to an understanding and respected her a little more now. Humming softly to herself, she sucked gently on her lollipop, drawing the last bit of sweetness from it, before tossing it into a trashcan that stood a few feet away.

“Score!” she whispered and gave a small whoop of victory, before glancing around quickly with the hope that no one had seen her do that. However, she couldn’t help thinking that there was always someone watching her and she attributed that constant sense of paranoia to being the granddaughter of a mob boss. You never knew who could be tailing you at any time.

“Yamaguchi sensei!” A familiar voice hailed, causing the bespectacled woman to stop at the sound of her name.

“Ah, Fujiyama sensei!” she greeted amiably, smiling warmly at the beautiful and voluptuous woman that came walking down the corridor and towards her. “Good morning!”

Fujiyama had been hired at the same time as Yamaguchi and both females became good friends because of that. Although, her methods of teaching were a bit unconventional, Fujiyama was a great teacher and everyone had come to respect her dedication to the job. Today she was dressed in a pink and white tracksuit which showed off her curves to perfection and compared to Yamaguchi’s plain red and white striped track suit, Fujiyama looked radiant.

“Good morning to you too,” she said, catching up to the younger woman. “You look pleased today.”

“Uh huh,” Yankumi replied with a grin and a slight blush. She couldn’t tell Fujiyama that her long time crush, Shinohara sensei had stopped by the house last night to meet with her grandfather. It had, however, been a great pity the young lawyer was too busy to spend much time with her. Either way, it had been wonderful to see the handsome man again.

“Ooh, a sigh,” the ever observant Fujiyama said with a sly grin. “Who’s the lucky man?”

“Eh? Man? There’s no man!” Yankumi denied fervently, waving her hands about even though her cheeks were a bright red. “Heh, you’re just imagining things, Fujiyama…”

“Hmm maybe so…but…”

“But?”

Fujiyama’s grin widened. “But at least it’s so obvious to see that Sawada has his eyes on you.”

Yankumi blinked in confusion, wondering how and why her student’s name had come up in the conversation. “Eh? Sawada Shin?”

“Uh huh,” Fujiyama giggled. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the long looks he gives you. Ah, I almost envy you! To have such young budding love coming your way...”

Yankumi could feel the giggle rising from the pit of her stomach and she slapped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from bursting out into laughter. Controlling herself quickly, she shook her head and waved a hand in dismissal. “Ah, you’re imagining things, Fujiyama sensei. Shin doesn’t really like me that way. We have a mutual respect for each other.”

“Is that all there is to it?” the persistent woman continued as they made their way towards the teacher’s lounge. “Just yesterday, I could have sworn he was staring at you while we were talking outside. There was this dark, brooding look in his eyes you know…”

“Enough, sensei!” Yankumi cried out a bit too sharply. Realizing she had snapped at the other woman, she smiled brightly and placed a hand upon Fujiyama’s shoulder. “Look, as much as you wish to believe that Sawada has a thing for me, it’s not true, okay? I don’t believe in student and teacher relationships. It’s bad for education!”

Fujiyama wasn’t sure if she should laugh or cry at the innocuous statement, but settling for a chuckle, she nodded in agreement. “All right, Yamaguchi sensei. There is absolutely nothing happening between you and Sawada Shin.”

“That’s right,” Yamaguchi nodded fervently. “Absolutely nothing.”

But try as hard as she might, Yankumi couldn’t get that pesky thought out of her mind. She wasn’t really sure of what to make of such a thing, if it was indeed true. However, trying to read the sullen teen’s mind was a chore in itself. Shin was as mysterious as he was popular. The handsome dark-haired boy barely spoke in class and yet he seemed to exude a power and charisma over all the students in the school! How odd and yet intriguing. She had no doubt he would make a fine young chief if he ever decided to join the yakuza.

Giving me long looks, eh? She mused, absently tapping her pen upon the table while ignoring the usual ruckus in the classroom. She glanced towards his desk and wasn’t surprised to find it empty again. Hmph! There would be only one way to find out the truth then. She had to satisfy her curiosity once and for all!

Her excuse to leave the class was barely acknowledged as she made her way out of the room. As usual, she found him on the rooftop, lying on the ground with a gaming magazine covering his face.

“Oy, Shin!” she bellowed as she stood over him, with hands on her hips.

He didn’t move for a full minute and just when she was about ready to yell again, he lifted a hand to lower the magazine slowly. Dark, slightly glazed but wary eyes narrowed at the sight of the pig-tailed woman.

“What is it?” he drawled lazily.

“Do you like me?” she asked bluntly, watching his eyes widen for a moment as if unable to believe what he was hearing.

“Wha…?”

“Well? Do you like me or not?”

This is kinda stupid, she thought watching him carefully. How can I just come up here and ask him that sort of a question? He’s going to think I’ve gone completely insane!

“What kind of a question is that?” he asked with a raised brow. “What difference does it make if I like you or not?”

“So you do like me?” And why did she sound happy and slightly breathless! Why did it feel as she was holding her breath for his answer? Why was it suddenly so important to gain his approval? And why in heaven’s name hadn’t she ever noticed how mesmerizing his eyes really were?

Eh? Is he blushing?

“Shut up,” he muttered before covering his face again. “Go away and allow me to…oy! What are you doing?”

“You didn’t answer my question!” Yankumi demanded, holding the magazine away from him while dancing out of his reach. He had risen to his feet just as quickly and yes, she wasn’t imagining things after all. He really was blushing! It was too cute!

“Eeeh?” she teased with a wink and a laugh, all the while hopping away from him. “Could Fujiyama sensei be right then? You really do like me?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked in a voice that sounded a bit shaky. “Don’t flatter yourself, Yankumi.”

“Feh! So why are you blushing? Could this be true love?”

“Shut up!” he bellowed and dove for her. It was such an unexpected move that Yankumi barely had the time to dodge. The collision was slightly painful and both found themselves falling to the cold ground in a heap.

“Ah, ah, ow!” Yankumi winced and tried to reach for her glasses which had skidded to the ground. “Now look at what you’ve done, Sawada! I should…eh?”

Mesmerizing…she had never known just how endlessly deep his eyes seemed. Their warm breaths were mingling now – harsh, uneven and slightly shallow. Their faces were flushed and even though either of them could break loose from the forced embrace, neither made a move to do so.

Had his lips always looked this full and inviting? She tried to compare it to Shinohara sensei’s and realized that it was so much different. Of course she had never kissed Shinohara sensei before…come to think of it; she had never actually kissed any man before! How sad was that? Being the future Ojou wasn’t as cracked up as it was made to be. She seemed to terrify all the boys she had ever known!

“You think too much, Yankumi,” he suddenly muttered thickly. “I can literally hear you do so.”

“Eh…ah…well I…” Maybe if you moved just a little bit, Sawada, I could think again?

And just what is that smell that’s so delicious? I just want to bury my face in his shirt and sniff him all day!

“You shouldn’t hide your eyes behind those ugly glasses.”

He’s talking to me, right? I can barely hear a word he’s saying. His lips are so…inviting…tempting…I just want to…

“Yankumi…what are you thinking of?”

She felt his body move against hers and she all but moaned in response. He’s so strong for a teenager. He can fight and he has strong muscles and he’s…he’s…

“Yankumi?”

Yes, Sawada! Come closer! Let me steal a taste of your lips!

Oh, she could almost hear the chorus of angels making sweet music, the flutter of sakura petals like in all those romance movies, flying between them and the soft sparkling lights all around Shin. Ah, all she had to do was close her eyes and move even closer to press her lips against his and this magical moment would be complete.

“Yan…Yamaguchi?” His voice sounded uncertain, almost nervous. How utterly cute. He’s shy too! Don’t worry, Sawada. I might not have kissed a guy before, but I can learn with you.

“Kiss me, Sawada,” she whispered in a voice that barely sounded like hers. “Sawada…”

“What are you talking about? You’re my teacher, aren’t you!”

Teacher! The word was like a douse of cold water on her fevered flesh and she opened her eyes quickly to stare into the slightly flustered teen now standing above her. He looked like he was having a hard time trying to control his breathing as well and she would have been blind not to have noticed the clenched fists buried in his pockets.

Oh God! What had she been planning to do! Now she had completely lost her self-respect in front of him! What to do? What to do!

“You…you’re right!” she said suddenly, rising to her feet, albeit shakily to pin a stern look on the bemused teen. “We shouldn’t be doing this! If you had only answered my question…”

“And what kind of a teacher would ask her student that kind of a question?”

“I was just curious!”

He groaned and ran fingers through his hair before shaking it quickly. “You want an answer, eh?”

“Ye…yes!” she nodded vehemently, standing her ground as he walked closer to her again. He stopped within inches, deliberately appraising her flushed visage with a look that was nothing short of scorching. She clenched her hands into tight fists by her side, refusing to back down from the open challenge in his eyes. He was daring her to look away it seemed – daring her to step away - to call his bluff perhaps. This seemed to last for an eternity as her heartbeat raced faster and harder until she was sure it was the only thing they could both hear.

“Saa,” he finally said with a light shrug, a small smirk coming to his lips. “You’re okay, I guess.” And lifting a hand, he caressed her parted lips gently before leaning close to whisper against them – their lips barely touching in a teaser of a kiss. “You’re okay.”

He pulled away with a mock salute and leaned down to pick up his magazine. Dusting it off gently, he rolled it up and stuck it into the back pocket of his pants before walking away without a second glance. Perhaps if we had listened closer, we would have heard him cursing himself for being such a wimp and not going for it.

Yankumi, for her part, was still rooted to the spot, her lips still tingling from a kiss that had never really happened.

I’m okay. I’m okay…I’m…okay…

There was no basis for Shin liking her in that way, but if that was the case, then she knew she was going to have to work twice as hard to make sure he didn’t see her as a love interest. It could only do more to complicate her already complicated life!

“All right!” she said with a deep breath. “My mission is to become the best teacher ever! There will be no time for any relationship with students that go beyond the classroom! Fight…fight…fight…oh!”

Well, that didn’t sound convincing even to her and groaning in dismay, Yankumi trudged back to her classroom, wondering if she would ever be able to look at Shin in the eye again without turning into a complete fool. It would be a challenge, but she knew she had to pull through this one. If she could deal with men who were ten times bigger and supposedly stronger than her, she could deal with a student and his alleged amorous feelings, right?

Right.