Disclaimer: No…I do NOT..and I repeat…NOT…Own Tokyo Mew Mew…OK!!??
Hello all fellow followers! Ish back again with one new and hopefully better story. I mean…Personally, I think…I SUCK!...But of course, since you guys insist…I don't really know what to say…
Anywho, enjoy FH a.k.a Floraii High.
Necessities…
Ichigo – 22
Ryou – 25
Mint – 24
Lettuce – 23
Zakuro – 25
Keiichiro – 30
Kanaan – 28
Pie – 28
Pudding – 5
Tart – 7
Kishu – 25
Masaya - 25
This is set in Australia.
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Chapter 1: Meet Ms Momomiya
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The sharp sounds of high heels clicking against the tile floor echoed throughout the hallway. Creamy walls and big windows lining one wall, the opposite side was lined with doors. Five to be precise, the strangely light green doors were wide open, none closed to block out numerous sounds that had wandered down the particular hallway. Among the chattering noise of girls talking, the high heels contributed to the peculiar music made by all the sounds entwining themselves together.
And those high heels belonged to one young woman in particular, most likely the youngest teacher of Floraii High, a highly known girl's school. And that young woman was Ichigo Momomiya.
Meet Ms Momomiya. Highly intelligent, petite and one hell of a body, clear brown eyes and brilliant auburn hair, she was one teacher that all the girls loved, kind, smart and a great personality, who wouldn't want her as their Japanese teacher? Reaching the end of the seemingly long corridor, Ichigo spun deftly on her heels before entering the last room, 211.
The chattering instantly stopped. A few whisperings here and there before total silence reigned. A light thud signalled the sound of the teacher's heavy books being gently dropped on the desk in front before Momomiya-sensei straightened up and smiled, her auburn hair resting on her shoulders she reached up to sweep away her locks that had fallen into her eyes, her thin golden bangles on her wrist jangling.
"Alright girls, open up your books,"
All thirty heads bent, hands dug into bags and books were retrieved as many pulled out a pencil or a pen. Ichigo flashed a brief smile before twisting around and starting to write with her neat handwriting, wrote down what to do for the period. Letting out a sigh of relief as she finished, the petite woman jabbed the whiteboard marker into the many ink caps.
Turning around, she flopped into her chair and opened up a book. Today wasn't going to be a conservative lesson…Nope, today's lesson was all writing and reading. Peace and quiet…for the moment anyway, and Ms Momomiya took out a stark white piece of ripped paper with a few scribbled words.
Your class was absolutely horrid last week. I admire your patience in teaching these rude girls.
Margaret Donaldson
Blinking, Ichigo rolled her eyes, scrunched up the note and threw it in the bin. She really needed to have a talk with her Japanese Literature class. Especially when they couldn't behave, she gave them to one measly sub and this is what happens…A living nightmare.
"So…Girls…You know, last week…When I wasn't here and, Donaldson-sensei replaced me for that day..?" the young teacher hinted.
Silence.
Scritch…Scratch…Blink…Blink.
"Hmm..?" Ichigo suggested, leaning forward with her elbows propped on the desk and her chin rested in her palms.
One girl raised her hand, blonde hair falling in waves down her back, her cute uniform fitting her rather nicely she looked quite innocent. None would expect her to be the class rebel. Then again, she really wasn't an ordinary rebel. She was pretty, nice and fun to be with…But she was an absolute terror to all teachers she loathed.
"Momomiya-sensei, it really wasn't our fault…Donaldson-sensei just wouldn't explain it properly," Leila said clearly.
"And we just couldn't stand her!" piped in a fellow rebel.
Nods and murmurs of agreement rippled through the class almost like a Mexico wave. More and more voices mounted over the other speaking their own thoughts and opinions and trying to keep up with the complains and whines, the young woman's face melted into a soft smile. Ah…what would she do without her classes..?
"She was such a bore!"
"Are you kidding! She forced us to do stuff we did weeks ago!"
"I'd say! Did you hear her?! Momo-san is so much better!"
A light tinkling laugh filled the room, automatically settling the year 8's in the loud classroom. Brushing away a few locks that had rebelliously fell in front of her view; Ichigo regained her composure, taking in deep breaths, her lovely doe eyes twinkling.
"I've got to say…She is quite boring, nonetheless--"
"Mou...Momomiya…I never knew backstabbing was in you," drifted in a cool deep voice.
Jumping almost five feet, Ichigo placed a hand over her heart before twisting her chair around to face the intruder. The girls of the room instantly quieted down so just the ticks and tocks of the clock was heard. The tall man stood almost six feet, his cool almost cold sharp blue eyes trained on the small teacher in front. With his trademark smirk plastered over his face, his gaze swept over the class shooting a quick dashing smile making most of the girls swoon. Sauntering in, his hands casually in his pockets he towered over Ichigo, tilting his head to the side, scrutinizing her.
"So…Did you do something today, because, I swear you look more ugly than usual," he commented.
With a darkening look, Momomiya-sensei defiantly shot up, lifting her chin. It really did no difference, since she really only reached his chin and infuriated with his fast remarks, the young woman was determined to fight back. Class or no class, she couldn't let herself be stripped of her own dignity in front of her own pupils.
"Well excuse me! Just because I can't seem to smell right, at least I don't spray layer over layer of cologne on myself!" she retorted, arms crossed.
A few girls shifted uncomfortably in their seats as they witnessed the fight while others watched on with great intent. Others sat on the edge of their seats with a huge amount of anticipation of what exactly one of the most popular teachers with women would say back.
A thin elegant eyebrow rose ever so slowly, "Oh…So you admit you smell horrible as well as being ugly as hell..?"
Leila and her bunch of friends winced feeling terribly sorry for their favourite teacher. That was extremely harsh of him…Not that he was right! In fact, it was the exact opposite…Momomiya-sensei was considered extremely pretty in the school.
Spluttering and finding a loss for words, Ichigo huffed, "I said nothing--"
"--No…There's no need to say anymore, I'm sure we've heard enough,"
A few girls held back their giggles. Two particular girls in the middle row heaved a great sigh as their teacher trudged on through the third world war, pitying her deeply. It was obvious who was on the winning side. What with Ichigo's pathetic attempts at verbal insults and Shirogane-sensei's quick cool ones…Oh the poor thing…She didn't have any chance at all.
Moe and Miwa, the two calculating girls of the class and probably the few girls who paid the most attention to the infamous fighting couple, Ichigo Momomiya and Ryou Shirogane, it was amazing what these two girls knew. And here, they sat, watching closely the two fighting teachers with a focused mind.
"Oh…Look at that Moe…Looks like Shirogane-sensei is enjoying this…" muttered Moe
"You can so see the amusement in his eyes!" exclaimed Miwa, excited as she tried to keep her voice hushed.
Nodding thoughtfully, the blonde rested her chin in her palm, watching, "Wouldn't it be great if they both got together..?"
Miwa gave her friend a look, "Are you insane?! Them?! Pfft, that'll never happen, besides…There are all these other women outside the school,"
Blinking her light gold eyes, Moe turned her head from the fight, she returned Miwa's look.
"Why not? I think they're a perfect couple,"
If it was even possible, the young brunette's eyebrows shot to the ceiling in surprise.
"I'm telling you, they won't survive two terms together! Including the holidays mind you,"
"You wanna bet..?"
Miwa's greenish grey eyes sparkled with anticipation, "Oh…You are so on!"
"I get ten dollars if Momomiya-sensei and Shirogane-sensei get together by the end of term three!"
"Gosh…That's a long while away…We're already in the first term…"
"What, you're not up to it?" taunted Moe
"Oh fine! Ten dollars if they get together, and I get ten dollars if they don't!"
"Deal," Moe finished leaning back in her chair
"Deal," Miwa said, slipping in a last word before turning her attention back to the two's favourite couple.
And so started the bet, with the two oblivious teachers fighting on, who would win? Only time will tell.
Only time, will tell.
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First chapter! This may be short but, this is only sort of an introduction and introducing Ichigo! I know, with Ichigo in…It shouldn't be too short, but anyway, the next chapter won't have much fluff or action in it either…Since that's another filler what with talking about our favourite black cat, Ryou! So umsh…Don't go away! Because like…Yeah….It depends if this chappie will get lots of reviews and maybe I'll go on with this one first…you know…So yeah…
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