Teacher's Dirty Little Minx (MUL) Astrofig
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				Title: <strong>Teacher's Dirty Little Minx (MUL) Astrofig</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 03:14:17</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i55/TamaRose75/My%20Roleplay%20Characters/kousaka_tamaki_240x400df.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>It was the first day of the new year and the whole school was a buzz. Natsuye Takahiro who was a Junior at Tokyo High was sitting at her desk talking to one of her many friends while they waited for the day to begin. This year was going to be big. Not only would she be able to go to the prom but in two weeks she would turn 17 and her parents would be throwing her a big party. All her friends would be there, even the cutest boy in all of high school, Makoto Kazumichi. At first she wasn't sure if he would actually accept the invitation being a senior and all but when he did she about screamed in the middle of a posh Japanese resteraunt, causing a scene.<br><br>Getting ready for her first class of the day, she quickly excused herself from her friends before going to her locker and getting her backpack with the main nesseicities in it. Then leaving her home room, she caught up with her friend Ami who was a grade below her and walked her to her class before making her way to her first period Health class.<br>&nbsp;<br>Setting her backpack at the side of her desk she took her seat in the front row and waited for everyone to take their seats as well until Miss Morimoto arrived. When the bell finally rang and Miss Morimoto was still not there she began to wonder what had happened that her favorite teacher.<br><br>Looking back at her friend Mai with a questioning look on her face, she was only given a shrug of the shoulders before turning back around to hear the door open and see a tall God like man walking into the room. Wondering what was going as to why this handsome yet strange looking creature was in their health class she gave him a once over before leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms wanting answers to the questions that were plaguing her mind.</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Dirty Little Minx (MUL) Astrofig</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astrofig</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 21:29:18</strong>
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				Sesshoumaru barely glanced over his new charges as they studied him in secret--or not-so-secret--awe. All that mattered was the lone scent he picked out, from somewhere in the middle of the room--yes, there it was. So familiar, that haunting strain underlying the chemical soaps and cleansers. <br><br>He drew a slow, deep breath, steadying himself.<br><br><em>Rin....</em><br><br>He had watched over her, watched her go from traumatized child, to curious and capricious girl, to sultry mature woman. Always from a distance, he'd vowed--he would never directly intervene. Her life had moved on in that healer's hut--she had learned the healing arts and become quite capable in her own right. Gradually the young men of the village had begun to take note of her, and seek to court her. He watched this too, with a curious kind of sorrow as she rendered up her heart to another. <br><br>Their lives together had been short in terms of demon time, but they had children, and grandchildren together. He had guarded over them too, for she loved them, and by extension so did he. He came to her in her last moments, to hold her as he had in Hell. She was blind by then, but somehow he knew she saw him when she spoke. She has asked him, haltingly, to see that her family was safe when she herself could not. He wasn't sure she&nbsp; heard his murmured assent, but he liked to console himself with the idea she had.<br><br>Her bloodline was strong, and fruitful, managing to hang on nearly five hundred years. Now, here was the latest in the line, sitting in this Tokyo classroom gawking at him and waiting for him to speak. <br><br>"Your usual teacher Miss Morimoto, has suddenly taken ill," he explained, moving towards the desk at the front of the room, "I will be substituing until she is able to return. You may call me..."<br><br>Here he paused--what <em>could</em> they call him? GHis family line didn't exactly have surnames to use. Hmmm..<br><br>"You may call me Mr. Inutaisho," he decided, with an odd little half-smile. It was fitting. His father's title would do, for afterall was he not the eldest son who ought to inherit it? Snapping back to attention sharply he set the the little valise of teaching materials on the desk and opened it. <br><br>"She left some rather good notes as to what all you've been working on," he continued, though a labeled seating chart gave him pause. Attendence? Ah, yes, to check that all the class was present. Why waste valuable time though? He trusted these young men and women to answer truthfully. <br><br>"Look around you, everyone. Is anyone missing who is normally here?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Dirty Little Minx (MUL) Astrofig</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 01:19:43</strong>
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				<strong>Natsuye was shocked that they would be having a male teacher for health class since it was an all female class but most of all she couldn't believe that he was unwilling to give a proper roll call because he was to lazy to do so. "Great", she thought. "A worthless teacher who was there not to teach them a damn thing." Rubbing her temples to ease to stop the headache that was about to come on, she raised her hand and stood before waiting for him to even awknowldge her or ask what it was that she wanted. "Excuse me Mr.....Inutaisho but you can not possibly be our health teacher. If you have not noticed this room is full of nothing but girls. The boys health class is across the hall. That is where you should be teaching....not here with us. We should have a female teacher who knows what she is talking about.....and to me you would know nothing when it comes to the female organs, periods, or anything else. Also, if you plan on teaching in thie school it would be best to learn how to actually run a class room. Starting with getting to know everyone's name so you can properly make sure they are here and not wandering off somewhere else."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Dirty Little Minx (MUL) Astrofig</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astrofig</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 02:38:53</strong>
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				Sesshoumaru quirked a brow at the little female's boldness. In his day a young woman wouldn't <em>dream</em> of speaking that way to a man, especially one sent to educate her! <br><br>But they weren't in his day, were they? Therein lay the crux of it. Demonkind, being so vastly long-lived, was slow to change. Human lives were so short and their bodies so frail, that they needs must change and evolve or be swept away entirely. <br><br>He gave an almost predatory smile and edged closer to her, gold eyes locking with her gray ones. He kept his aura in check enough not to frighten her--or so he hoped--but certainly giving the impression that he would not be letting her walk on him. His voice dropped even lower, slightly softer, but with just an edge of inexplicable danger. <br><br>'I'm well aware you are all females, Miss..." he glanced at the chart--"Takahiro. In fact I raised those same concerns when I was summoned this morning. Your principal seems to see no problem with it, so if my presence discomfits you so badly take it up with him."<br><br>With a disdainful expression he turned to the rest of the girls. <br><br>"Anyone else who objects to my being here may study quietly in the hall. Meanwhile I'm going to pass this chart around--mark off your name if you're here."<br><br>He placed the chart on one of the desks, then turned back to the bag of things he'd brought with him, taking the study guide and a small plastic anatomical model. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Dirty Little Minx (MUL) Astrofig</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 03:42:44</strong>
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				<strong>Not amused by the intimidation he was trying to force upon her, she rolled her eyes in front of him making it clear she was not frightened by him whatsoever. "Very, well Mr. Inutaisho. I will give you one day to prove yourself and if I do not like the way you teach this class I will go to the principle and then my parents." Taking her seat,Natsuye took the chart and checked off her name before passing it to the person next to her, waiting to see what the man had as far as teaching credentials went. "The class is all yours....Mr. Inutaisho!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Dirty Little Minx (MUL) Astrofig</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astrofig</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 06:50:00</strong>
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				He shot her a brief smile over his shoulder as he set up the model and pushed the book-thing upright on its little stand, unfolding the pointing wand. <br><br>"Fair enough, Miss Takahiro. Most kind of you, I'm sure."<br><br>This done, he turned back to the class.<br><br>"Now then, as the venerable Miss Takashiro has so kindly bequeathed the floor to me, do be so good as to turn to page thirty-five in your texts. There you'll note a chart with an image similar to this model here, but with labels. Let's see how quickly you can discern what part is which, hm? Five minutes to read, starting..."<br><br>He glanced at his watch--a most useful purchase in Tokyo--<br><br>"Now."<br><br>When the time was up her tapped the pointer on the desk for attention, then flicked its tip towards the cutaway-model's uterus. <br><br>"This?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Dirty Little Minx (MUL) Astrofig</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 01:48:50</strong>
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				<strong>Five minutes. Was he serious? No he couldn't be. Then again he really didn't look like he was joking and at this point with the way he was running things in an unorthodox way she was pretty much sure he was quite serious. Deciding she better do as he said, she went to page thirty five and began memorizing as fast as she could before hearing his pointer tap the desk, scaring her half out of her wits and making her give him a sour look before noticing him point at the model.&nbsp; "Uterus", Natsuye practically screamed before realizing she had forgotten to raise her hand like a proper student.</strong>
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