Ne, Sensai! Part 3

Midnight blue eyes stared back at him and Duo panicked. He scrambled backward across the bed, falling to the floor on the other side and banging his head on the wall. Grabbing the back of his head, he groaned and sat up.

He had to have been imagining things. There was no way that this was the same-

But it was.

Professor Yuy stood in front of the now closed door wearing a long white nurses jacket, hanging open over the outfit he'd worn in class. The wire frame glasses were slowly creeping down his nose, causing him to look just a bit over the top before he pushed them up and just watched Duo with an expectant look. Duo debated crawling under the bed to hide.

"Generally people hurt themselves before they come to health services, not after." The man said, turning away from Duo and walking to his desk. Duo swallowed and stood up, wincing slightly in pain.

"Generally professors aren't allowed to scare the crap out of their students. That's twice you've nearly killed me!"

The man turned back to Duo and raised an amused eyebrow. "You stepped out in front of my car. And you were the one who hit the wall. I've done nothing."

Duo opened his mouth to retort something but stopped as he realized that he had nothing to say. Frowning in disappointment and defeat he dropped back to sitting on the bed, his arms folded across his chest. He turned his head and looked at the door, hoping that Milliardo would come in and save him from this awkward moment.

Wait a minute. Why was he in here anyway? He wasn't completely sick, and he'd definitely survived a few bruises before. He didn't need to be in health services to get well and besides that what was the guy going to do, give him a band-aid?

Duo made the move to start standing up but immediately froze as he realized that during his contemplation Yuy had moved too. And now the devastatingly handsome professor was standing right in front of him, leaning very close to inspect the bruises on his face. Duo froze and held his breath, realizing just how close they actually were. One little move in the correct direction and they might actually be kissing-

Why was he thinking that?!

"I see you managed to get beaten up on your first day," Yuy said, pulling back a bit. "The hair?"

Duo glared at him. "It's always the hair." His tone made it very clear that that subject was not to be discussed and the professor seemed to take the hint. Duo blinked and tossed him a confused look as he returned to his desk. "Aren't you a bit young to be a professor and a nurse?"

Those deep blue eyes turned back to him and the man gave a very small shrug, almost unnoticeable. "I'm not a professor, but no one respects you in this school if you say you're a teaching assistant. I'm only a temporary replacement until your real professor comes back. This is my full time job."

Duo grinned then made a note to himself to never get sick again. Then he could easily avoid seeing him everyday and could concentrate on Quatre. Things were turning out better then he'd planned! Duo stood up and walked toward the door, intent on heading out.

"That hair is going to get you in trouble here," the man said in a softer voice.

Duo frowned and turned to look at the man, glaring. "My hair, my problem. Not yours."

With those words he stepped out of the office. Meanwhile Yuy leaned back in his chair, a slightly amused smile on his face. He said nothing to the retreating boy, instead he just watched the door slowly slid shut.

~*~

Milliardo stepped out of the dean's office with a worried look on his face, very unlike himself. Hastily he smoothed out his shirt and ran a hand through his hair, attempting to make himself look presentable... even though he would have looked dazzling in a potato bag. Straightening his clothes once more he started down the hall, intent on heading straight home. After all, his classes were over, and he had many more important things to worry about. Number one being avoiding his sister as much as possible, because she'd no doubt heard the loudspeaker announcement and he really didn't want a lecture from her. Least not in a place where he was cornered, like a hallway full of students.

So he ducked out through one of the janitor's closets and started on the walk home, his hand rubbing the side of his neck unconsciously as he walked.

"For shame Milly!"

Milliardo groaned and stopped. He hadn't avoided his sister after all... but Relena never called him Milly... He turned and found Duo standing behind him with a mocking look of disappointment. Milliardo blinked and a smirk melted across his face as he realized that he'd completely forgotten about Duo in the nurse's office.

"You left me in Health Services with a guy who nearly killed me this morning!" Duo said, catching up to him.

"You appear to have taken care of yourself."

Duo frowned and kicked a rock on the sidewalk. "Just barely! Man that guy gives me the creeps!"

Milliardo smirked as they began walking toward Duo's home. It was the perfect way to avoid his sister; he could walk Duo back to his house. Plus it meant he could spend more time with the beautiful braided youth and finally discover where he lived. As strange as that sounded Duo had this thing about letting people see where he lived, he didn't. Milliardo had never been able to find out why because Duo would always shrug and never offer an answer. So maybe, if he played his cards right, he'd be able to solve that little mystery today. If anything it took his mind off the more troubling thoughts that had just entered his life.

"Heero Yuy?" Milliardo asked, turning his attention back to Duo.

Duo blinked at him in surprise. "You know him?"

Milliardo shrugged a bit. "It pays for a man to know who his rivals are."

Duo groaned slightly. "Rival? Isn't it against the rules for a professor to go out with a student? Age difference or something?"

"One, he's not a professor. He's only a grad student subbing for one of the professors on campus. Two, everyone here is over eighteen and that makes them legal game for everyone else. Three, rivals are rivals, no matter what the age or occupation." Milliardo smirked. "Especially when certain people you like seem to be attracted to them."

That stopped Duo right in his tracks. "I do not find him attractive!"

Milliardo raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh really?"

"No! I don't! The guy nearly killed me this morning by running me over with his car. And he's teaching my class, I swear he spent the entire time staring at me. He's infuriating and cold and just plain not... I am not attracted to him!"

Milliardo chuckled. The true words of someone in denial.

"Besides, you know I only care for Quatre."

Milliardo suppressed his urge to swear at that one and hid his reaction as best he could by shrugging it off. How did the conversation turn back to Quatre? No, he knew the answer to that one; it always came back to Quatre when you talked to Duo. Duo was so in love with him it bordered obsession, but in the good way... if you were Quatre. However that left Milliardo out on his own, and he didn't like that idea. He'd loved Duo since the first time they met and he wasn't about to let the braided youth away without a fight. Not a chance!

"Well, here's my stop."

Milliardo pulled out of his thoughts to find they were standing in front of a large church made of brick and granite. He suppressed a growl and instead flashed a smile at Duo. "You don't live here."

"True, but I promised Father I'd help him with the gardening today. I'll see you tomorrow at class." With those words the braided boy tossed him a wave then raced up the stairs and into the building.

Milliardo stood on the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets as he scowled. It was always the same, Duo always came here after class, nothing about that boy had changed. He still went to great efforts to keep his family and home a secret, and Milliardo semi-respected that by not using his money to track his friend down. But that didn't mean it didn't infuriate him. Just what in the world was Duo so worried about him and others finding out anyway?

Frowning he turned and headed toward his own home.

Quatre probably knew where Duo lived. Quatre probably knew a lot more about Duo then Milliardo could ever hope to know. To think that Duo cared so much for that young blond boy was ridiculous. Especially when Milliardo knew that Quatre already had his eyes set on someone else.

Milliardo scowled. No, he wasn't about to let Duo get hurt by this. He wasn't about to let Quatre hurt him... even if that meant keeping them apart. He would just have to find a way of doing it and not letting Duo know. Then maybe Duo would finally come to his senses.

~*~

Quatre turned his head and sneezed twice, in quick succession.

"Bless you," came the quiet voice from the front of the classroom. The blond smiled lightly and stood up, retrieving a tissue then returned to his seat.

Leaning back over the assignments in front of him he frowned and picked up his red pen again. Sneezing twice usually meant someone was thinking about you... in a negative fashion. He paused and let his aquamarine eyes slide up to glance at the professor sitting at the front of the classroom, then he quickly looked back to the papers.

No, no, he would never think any bad thoughts about him. Least Quatre hoped not.

A blush crept slightly across his face and he tilted his head down a bit more to hide it as he went back to checking the assignments. No, no, the professor would never think anything negative about him... except perhaps that he did his job too well.

He finished grading the rest of the papers with a small smile on his face and by the time he was finished he'd managed to get rid of the blush which usually slid across his face. Standing he picked up the papers and set them quietly on the professor's desk.

"Thank you, Quatre."

Quatre smiled happily at the praise. "Is there anything else you would like me to do?"

The man thought for a moment then shook his head. "No, that's all for today. I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early."

Quatre smiled once again. "Of course! Good night, sensai."

The young blond took his jacket from the hook in the corner then left the classroom, the smile still sitting on his face. He'd completely forgotten about the two sneezes, instead he was more concerned about the professor he was assisting. No, there was no way the young handsome professor could ever think anything bad about Quatre. In fact, Quatre was quite sure that there wasn't a bad cell in that man's body.

And quite a handsome body it was...

Quatre blushed brightly and quickly headed on his way home. Sometimes crushes could be such a pain... and yet others times they were complete bliss.

TBC...

 

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