Quantum Leap: Multiverse Transmigration 26 2.3- Perils Of A Studen

The bell rang throughout the cla.s.srooms and the school indicating it was the start of a new lesson in cla.s.s. Actually the first lesson of the day. I looked at the timetable of lessons for the week that was affixed at the top right of my table and found that it was History... Oh my G.o.d! How I hated history, to remember names and dates and events as important as learning Literature.

I skipped History lessons when I was in high school before, in fact, I dropped the whole subject and replaced it with Literature instead. So instead of remembering important names in history and their achievements, I'd rather get stuck behind a fictional book which captured my attention from start to end.

A fictional book that depicts the rise and fall of such person and was named "The Rise and Fall of Okonkwo" something like that...

But History lessons... Urrrghh. I was totally slumped on the table sprawled and in need of reconciliation of some sort. A bespectacled man walked in and everyone rises to their feet. (after the bell rang everyone scrambled back to their seats and maintained absolute discipline)
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"Good morning Senpai!" everyone in the cla.s.s greeted the teacher. The look of the bespectacled man and also with his thick book under his arms sure gonna make me bored to death by his endless lecture; even before the teacher in front has raised his voice on the subject of History.

How he could feign having a stomach ache and be excused from cla.s.s. "Groooaann...." I hate History, now and then in present and in the past and future... I groaned and slumped even further on the table.

The back of my chair was kicked by the guy behind me to make me stand up straight and instead of slouching in that manner. If I continue to do so, I would definitely be dealt with harsh punishment. Those were the days of a typical j.a.panese high school cla.s.sroom.

Unfortunately, the body and mind that I was currently occupied it was a favorite among History and other boring subjects. (that's what I think right now on my POV) Oh, original Kenzo... How could you do this to me? I lamented as I stood up straight.

Suddenly the chalkboard duster came flying through the air and hit me smack directly on my forehead.

"Smack...!" the chalkboard duster landed on my forehead and it emitted a cloud of white dust around my head. I looked up blurry Eyed and searched for the duster, half intending to hurl it back at the teacher and engaging him with a duster fight hurled through and fro between teacher and student till the end of the lesson.

I walked back to the teacher with the duster tightly wrapped in my right hand. If I am a hooligan I'd sure wanted to smack several times on the teachers face with the duster. But instead; "Senpai, I think you misjudged your aim and wanted to throw it at another student and not me."

"No. It was intentionally directed at you. I do not want you to slack off in my cla.s.s; not now or in the near future. You are excellent in your History lesson and comes out tops in cla.s.s every time. So no slacking off!!! And I want you to pick up where I last time dropped off and continue the lesson beside me in front of the cla.s.s. "

I looked at the teacher dumbfounded and returned to my desk. As I was walking slowly I looked at Kagome and she had that little blush on her cheeks that accentuated her cuteness more. Everyone in the cla.s.s was stifling their laughter in when they saw a spread of chalkboard dust on the middle of my forehead. I gingerly picked my History book and went back to where the teacher was standing.

"Senpai, could you show me exactly where you had stopped the other time? I had read through several pa.s.sages and forgot where you had actually stopped last." the teacher seeing me tell him that I had 'actually' read the history books ahead of his teachings, he beamed a smile and me and pointed where I should resume reading.

There I was, standing in the front of the cla.s.s with a pockmark of whiteness on my forehead as I began to recite the "Shakai-Rekeis.h.i.+ Teki bunya" or the j.a.panese Social Studies curriculum book the part where the history teacher had last stopped.

Telling the history was like reading a fairy tale to the students. It was about the Emperor of j.a.pan before World War 2 and I was reading where the majestic power rose and the need to 'influence' the neighboring countries of its culture and teachings. As I read on, I find it hard to digest what I was reading them. It was as though the history books and the contents were altered in such a way to state that World War 2 was not started by then but however was instigated by other nations.

I couldn't care less since I am in j.a.pan and have no right to provoke its contents and censors.h.i.+p; and as I read on, I found myself reading it with fervor and full of antic.i.p.ation that mesmerized the whole cla.s.s. When I ended the cla.s.sroom erupted with, "Banzai...! Banzai...!! Banzai...!!!" and I felt like a Kamikaze pilot that had professed what I'm gonna do if I fall behind enemy lines during one of the Pearl Harbor bombing runs.

I closed the book, bowed to the teacher and returned to my seat. All throughout the remaining of the History lesson, I could not affix my attention to what the teacher was saying or digest what I had read. However to avoid another flight of the intruder... I mean the flight of the chalkboard duster, I remained with my eyes on the teachings and blanked my thoughts to it.

The cla.s.s ended in the way it started 45mins ago and the cla.s.s stood up and said, "Thank you Senpai!" to the teacher and he went out of the cla.s.sroom. The cla.s.s turned rowdy once again. I understood that it is important to grab the attention span of students if not more than 45mins per session and a break if 10 to 15 mins ensued for the students to freshen up et cetera.

Not bad... I thought to myself and went out of the cla.s.sroom and made a beeline to the toilet to clean up my face and also to answer nature's call.

When reaching the toilet I cannot help myself but look at the mirror that spanned across the whole cubicle. I wasn't bad looking at all except for the "make up" the history teacher had given me minutes after he stepped in.

I cleaned up my face at the faucet and went to relieve myself. Once done, I washed my hands at the faucet and walked out; but was stopped by a burly student that happened to block the toilet entrance as he walked in.

Oh no.....! Is trouble brewing this fast?

"MOVE ASIDE NOW!!!" bellowed the burly student. With his arms raised as if he was trying to throw a punch; my heart was suddenly at my throat as I was quickly succ.u.mbing to fear. I jumped in at the nearest cubicle, slammed the door shut and locked myself in; fearing for my safety!

I heard the door of the cubicle next to me slammed shut with a mighty force. Afterward, I heard zipping sounds and the sound of a heavy thud afterward. "Aaaahhhh..." I heard the sound emitting from the cubicle next to me as if it was kind of relief. Suddenly unearthly sounds erupted!

"Preettt...!! Ploop Ploop Ploop! Prooootttt...!! Ploop Ploop! Preeeeeettttt....!! Plink...!" unearthly familiar fart sounds and smells of all unimaginable sorts erupted from the cubicle and it's as if the occupants had been holding in for so long during the cla.s.s.

What the f.u.c.k! I unlocked my own cubicle door and ran out. Oh my G.o.d... If you are there I am sure you gonna end up like me. The smell... Oh my gosh. Only G.o.d can explain what the fella had eaten the night before and now being expelled from his rear end I was half hoping that there is no toilet paper in that cubicle that he occupies. SERVES HIM RIGHT!!!

I quickly dashed out and was met with my cla.s.smates and were asking me what was wrong. I can only manage to point at the toilet entrance as I staggered back to my cla.s.s. The rest of the cla.s.smates only placed their ears outside the entrance and then burst out laughing their heads off when they heard someone was actually farting and s.h.i.+tting at the same time. How disgusting!!! Hahahahaha.

When everyone walked back to cla.s.s after freshening up, one of the cla.s.smates walked in as if he was a big and burly guy and every step that he made, he uttered the preet prroot sound with his mouth while looking comical at the same time.

"Oi... Don't spoil my appet.i.te ok, you BAKA!" I exclaimed at the boy. (Baka means stupid). He grinned at me and took his seat. His name was Genji who had green hair and green eyes to match. I wondered whether the hair was dyed or he was wearing contacts unlike me it was au naturale.

The first part of the day ended and its now recess time. The bell rang and everyone picked their bento fro underneath their desk or in their backpack. I picked mine from underneath my desk and headed to where Kagome was sitting. She was reaching for her bento when I was standing right in front of her. When she reached for her bento and straightened up, she saw me in front of her and a slight blush came over her face. Geezzz... This girl could blush very easily. I thought to myself.

"Come, let's go and have lunch together as you mentioned earlier. I jingled a coin pouch in front of her and says," The drinks would be on me OK. "she blushed again and nodded while saying a meek" Yes".

We walked together out in the suns.h.i.+ne towards the basketball court. It seems that this was a routine daily for me to sit lunch with her and the bento was being prepared by Kagome's mother for the two of us. I wondered what's the occasion of her being too over-friendly with me and very casual about it too as well.

"Nah, chopsticks for you." as she handed me a pair of disposable chopsticks. I reached for it and brushed my hands on hers and she immediately retracted her hands and looked down on it. "Eh, sorry. Not purposely." I said as I noticed her embarra.s.sment. "It's OK, accidents happen sometimes" she replied in a kind of shyful manner.

I took the disposable chopsticks and spilt it apart. I avoided being rude in the j.a.panese culture when one rubs the chopstick together to get rid of its splinters and burrs; I just let it be in my hands. I then placed the bento in front of me and waited for her to open hers first.

I took a chance in playing this destiny as I took a piece of sus.h.i.+ with my chopsticks and handed it to her near her face; intending to openly feed her. She looked up at me, locking my eyes in her gaze and finally opened her dainty lips apart and took the whole piece of sus.h.i.+ in her mouth and covered her face with her hands as she chews it.

"Eat slowly Kagome, would you like me to buy any specific drinks for you?" I asked and since her mouth was full of sus.h.i.+ she managed to answer my question by using her eyes moved as if to say 'anything would do.' before leaving her, I stuffed sus.h.i.+ down in my mouth and took my coin purse and headed to the vending machine.

OK, a bit of diversion here. j.a.panese schools do not have a canteen like western schools. j.a.panese students normally brought their own lunch boxes for their meals. Although it's a majority practice, however, canteens now do have some vendors selling light food such as takoyaki, mini burgers or sus.h.i.+ sets. Previously don't have but maybe due to the demands of working parents unable to prepare bento sets for their children to school, the practice was then implemented in some schools around j.a.pan.

I dropped a few coins inside the machine and choose green tea for myself and honeydew milk for Kagome. Well, I think j.a.panese girls would love those weird tasting milk with added fruits inside them.

As for me, I know I am lactose intolerant and even in the body of Kenzo, it would not be advisable to take the risk and ended up like the burly kid next to my cubicle. Ewwwwwww... How could I think of it when I'm having a nice lunch date with an anime-like girl.

Back to the table, I inserted the straw of the packet drink and handed me to Kagome who was eyeing me since I had left the table to fetch her drinks. I wondered what was in her mind that time and asking weird questions at the wrong time may end up her being suspicious of me so u have to rephrase and ask her questions that resemble everyday ones.