Disclaimer: Initial D copyright Shigeno Shuichi/Kodansha/OB Planning/and prolly some other people i've forgotten O_o;;

Rating: G!! (omigosh! it's a red letter day! ^O^)
Warning: sami-idiocy! possible kawaii-overload
Notes: much as i hate to say this, this fic is un-betaed as i finished it at 3am before i left for Hong Kong. i wanted to get an update done before i left for 3 weeks... i dun think there's anything terribly wrong with it, but i may edit it when i get home. ^_^

Initial K

Tuesday


 

Tuesday morning saw Little Keipi playing happily on the tire swing. His aniki was sitting by the side of the playground reading a book about sports cars, occasionally looking up and smiling indulgently at his baby brother. (mostly it was to make sure the little blonde hadn't fallen off and split his head open). Little Kenta was also on a tire swing, desperately trying to imitate Little Keipi's carefree, high-flying motion. All was good.

"Hey!" the scowling face of Little Wataru suddenly popped into Little Keipi's line of vision.

Little Keipi's brows furrowed, a cutely confused expression creeping over his face. "What?" he demanded cautiously.

"Bet I can swing higher'n you!" the long-haired boy challenged, stance wide, hands on hips, chest and little chin thrust upwards.

Little Keipi blinked.

Little Kenta glared indignantly from his own swing. "Keipi-san could beat you any day!" he declared, pride and adoration colouring his tone.

Little Keipi blinked.

If possible, Little Wataru's scowl deepened. "Oh yah?"

Little Kenta nodded emphatically. Little Keipi, on the other hand, looked over at his brother for some kind of hint as to how he was supposed to act in a situation like this. Unfortunately, Little Ryoupon was quite engrossed in his book, and wasn't paying attention to the swinging blonde.

"Um…" Little Keipi's gaze slid back over to the new kid, "I dun think… uh… that is…" his voice trailed off as he eyed the other boy skeptically. "You're awfully full of yourself, aren't you?" Little Keipi sneered.

Little Wataru smirked. "It's cuz I know I’m good," he replied, still with that infuriating little smile.

Now it was Little Keipi's turn to scowl. "Fine!" he snapped, "Prove it!" Waving at Little Kenta, Little Keipi commandeered the other tire swing for his new opponent.

Little Wataru grinned triumphantly and clamboured onto the recently vacated swing. Little Keipi glowered in the face of the long-haired boy's arrogance. At Little Kenta's signal, the two started pumping their little legs furiously, each glaring at the other to gauge their own progress.

However, just when it looked like the competition was actually getting intense, Little Ryoupon stood up and walked directly into Little Keipi's path of swing. Very calmly, he raised one hand and stopped the tire.

"Keipi, it’s 8:30."

Little Keipi scowled fiercely. "Aniki!" he started to protest.

Little Ryoupon raised an eyebrow.

Little Keipi rolled his eyes, but obediently hopped off the swing. Little Wataru started to crow triumphantly, but Little Ryoupon also halted the new boy’s swing.

"The first bell rings at 8:35. You should get ready to go in," the staid little boy informed the other.

Little Wataru’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "I was gonna win!" he screeched. "You stopped me just to tell me *that*???"

Little Ryoupon nodded. Then he grabbed his little brother’s hand and pulled him away from the swing. "Come on, Keipi."

Little Keipi nodded amiably and followed his brother. Little Kenta trailed along, slightly behind, smiling cutely to himself. Little Wataru just stared at the retreating boys. He thought that the whole school must be nuts if these three were any example of the student body.

So, when the first bell rang promptly at 8:35 AM, two little Takahashis, and one little Nakamura stood first in line. Standing behind them, but eyeing them dubiously, was Little Wataru. Little Takumi stood, blinking blearily as Little Itsuki bounced around him, and Little Kouichirou "vroomed" his toy car across the chain link fence. Little Kyouichi leaned nonchalantly against said fence, head down, arms crossed. Little Seiji bounced eagerly on the balls of his feet, awaiting the arrival of the blue MR2.

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!

//slam//

VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

"Yo, DADDY’S BOY~!"

"Alright class, let’s line up!" Miss Mak stepped outside just in the nick of time; Little Kai-chan really looked like he was going to pop a vein this time.

The string of boys dutifully trotted up to the door. They filed in quietly, smiling sweetly at their teacher as they passed her. However, as soon as they rounded the corner, out of Miss Mak’s sight, little boys would be little boys.

With a few quick steps, Little Wataru deftly inserted himself between Little Kenta and Little Keipi.

"Race you to the classroom!" he hissed quietly.

Little Keipi rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Don’t be so boring. Always ‘Race you! Race you!’ Aren’t you tired of hearing your own voice yet?"

Little Wataru did not deign to answer the insulting question. Instead, he shuffled forward so as to be practically breathing down Little Keipi’s neck. Little Kenta tried to drag the new kid back to a respectable distance, but Little Wataru pulled free and insisted on tailgating the now scowling little blonde.

"Stop it!" Little Keipi whispered fiercely. "We’ll get in trouble!"

However, Little Wataru only responded by increasing his pace. Little Keipi exhaled sharply, lips tightening, eyes gleaming with determination. He reached behind him and gave Little Wataru a small shove.

"Catch me if you can!" the blonde snarled, and then took off down the hall.

Little Wataru grinned happily as he ran after Little Keipi.

Little Kenta cheered for his idol, while Little Ryoupon just stopped dead in the hall, quite in a quandary. The dark-haired little boy didn’t know whether to encourage his younger brother or run the other way and tell Miss Mak about these hallway shenanigans. Suddenly, he came upon a terrible realization; someone would get to the classroom before him! With that thought driving him on, Little Ryoupon, too, zipped off down the hall.

The rest of the class exchanged questioning glances, shrugged, and then followed their classroom leader.

Consequently, chaos greeted Miss Mak when she entered the classroom at 8:45am.

Little Keipi and Little Wataru were in the process of shoving each other back and forth, each blow becoming more and more violent as tempers flared. Little Ryoupon was seated, but being jostled by the argument and becoming all the more annoyed by it. The Brawling Brothers, Little Takepon and Little Shingo, were currently embroiled in one of their worst fistfights to date, and Little Kai-chan was curled up in the corner bawling while Little Kyouichi and Little Seiji taunted him. Everyone else was huddled in the opposite corner watching the entire proceedings with wide eyes, radiating childish innocence.

Miss Mak tugged on her ponytail thoughtfully. Tuesday wasn't looking any better than Monday. It appeared to be a good time to seriously reconsider her career choice. However, the ringing of the late bell brought her back to the reality of *this*, her current career.

"Ahem! Class! If you'll please take your seats!"

Twelve little bodies scurried back to their appropriate desks.

"That’s better. Next time, I don’t want to see any of this nonsense; do you understand? A classroom is a place for learning, not for fighting."

Twelve little heads bobbed up and down in acknowledgement.

"If you want to fight, save it for after school when you’re out of my jurisdiction," said Miss Mak.

Twelve little heads bobbed up and down again. Then, under the cover of morning announcements over the P.A. system, a flurry of hurried whispers made a series of appointments for that afternoon.

An unexpected knock at the door caught Miss Mak with her mouth open, ready to declare today's lesson. She turned, curious as to who could possibly be interrupting her yet *again*.

"Oh, Mr. Principal! How lovely to see you this morning!" Miss Mak beamed. "Wataru-chan is doing fine! You don't have to come check up on him," she gushed, inwardly praying that the principal didn't see the black eye developing on the little boy.

"I've brought a new student!" the Principal announced, ignoring the idle prattle of the inane teacher.

Miss Mak wilted a little. "Again?"

"Yes! This is Daiki-chan. He's transferring over from Toudou-Juku."

Little Daiki shuffled into the classroom and looked around with droopy eyes. He scoped out two possibilities for his new desk, both as far from the front of the room as possible.[1] Once his decision was made, he shouldered his little backpack and trotted to the back of the classroom, bypassing the two empty desks at the front of the row, and taking the seat right in front of Little Kai-chan. (Little Kai-chan was actually the only one in his row. No one wanted to sit by the "daddy's boy," but Little Daiki didn't know that and besides, he really didn't want to sit behind that fish-lipped boy; he looked like he might smell funny.)

Miss Mak blinked. "Oh, my… What a well-behaved little boy. I'm sure Daiki-chan will fit in just fine. You shouldn't have to worry–" Miss Mak smiled as she turned to finish talking with the principal, only to discover that the man had mysteriously disappeared.

"You know," Miss Mak cocked her head to one side as she pondered this little oddity. "He keeps throwing little boys in here and then running off. I'm starting to suspect something…"

"Ahem!" Little Ryoupon cleared his throat pointedly.

"Oh!" Quite startled, Miss Mak gave a little hop as she faced her class once again, face flushing pink. "Right. Today's class is Mathematics!" she declared perkily, flashing a cheerful smile.

Little Ryoupon nodded once and carefully smoothed out a crisp sheet of lined paper. Little Keipi tapped him on the shoulder and Little Ryoupon obediently handed another sheet of paper back to his brother. Little Keipi smiled happily and settled down into his seat, blinking his bright green eyes at his teacher.

Miss Mak smiled back, thinking just how cute all little boys are when they’re behaving themselves… and not trying to kill each other like –

"Shinpon! If you shove Takepon’s desk over one more centimeter you are in *so* much trouble, mister! And Kai-chan! If you don’t let go of Seiji’s ponytail and get back in your desk this instant you’re going to Principal’s office!"

The two offenders gave their teacher such shining looks of wide-eyed innocence, but unfortunately they wilted under Miss Mak’s exasperated glare and sheepishly seated themselves once again.

"Now, as I was saying, today we’re going to learn mathematics. We’ll start with the basic functions of addition and subtraction first. Addition is when you add things together and get more than the individual parts on their own. Subtraction is when you take something away and end up with less on the whole."

There was a general look of confusion on 12/13 chubby faces.[2] Little Ryoupon just looked slightly impatient.

Miss Mak pursed her lips as she tried to think of a concrete example. She held out her hands and looked at them, hoping for a moment of brilliance to fall from the ceiling.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as an idea struck. She took out two pieces of chalk, and, holding one up for all to see, she began to explain. "I have one piece of chalk here, right?" When the class nodded, she continued. "Well, if I *add* this piece of chalk, how many do I have?"

Most of the children mumbled "two."

"See? That's addition. I *added* one piece of chalk to one piece of chalk and now I have two pieces of chalk. Two is more than one," she reiterated. "Now, for subtraction. Here I'm holding up two pieces of chalk, right? Well, if I *take away* one piece of chalk," she put one hand behind her back, "how many pieces of chalk do I have left?"

"One!" Little Ryoupon's face was lit up like the high beams of an SUV.

Miss Mak nodded enthusiastically and added a gold star to Little Ryoupon's column. "Very good, Ryoupon! That is correct. Subtraction means 'taking away'. I had two pieces of chalk, and I took one piece of chalk away, thus leaving me with only one piece of chalk. One is less than two."

The boys looked at their teacher with varying degrees of understanding.

"If you don't understand right now, that's okay. I have something that will help you with the classwork." Miss Mak pulled a bin out from under her desk. "Ryoupon, please hand out the worksheets. Takepon, come help me with the counting kits."

The two little boys dutifully approached their teacher's desk, picked up their respective piles, and proceeded to distribute them among their classmates. Miss Mak waited until they had returned to their seats with their own worksheets and counting kits before resuming the lesson.

"Okay everyone, open your kit. Inside are some little blocks to help you add and subtract. Let's do the first question together! Four," Miss Mak counted out four blocks, "plus one," she added one to the pile, "make five!" She made sure to count each block with broad, exaggerated gestures. "Does anyone need another demonstration?"

Little Keipi looked to his brother, who patiently gave a detailed explanation and showed several practical examples. Little Itsuki looked like he was about to raise his hand, but stopped when Little Takumi shook his head. Little Takepon and Little Shingo¾

"You throw those things at each other and you're looking at one month of detention, boys!" Miss Mak gave the two troublemakers in the front row a ferocious glare.

Everyone meekly settled down to do their work, and Miss Mak sat at her desk reading a manga.

However, as the minutes ticked by, Miss Mak noticed an odd murmuring noise above the normal scratch of pencils and clicking of plastic blocks. She looked up and down the rows, trying to find the source.

"Daiki-chan? Are you talking to someone?" She craned her neck to check on the new boy.

"Ah…" Daiki gave a sheepish little shrug and carefully hid his hands behind his back.

Miss Mak looked puzzled, but she didn't pursue the matter further.

Seconds later, though, the murmuring started up again. This time, Miss Mak slowly sauntered up and down the aisles.

"Tomo? How do I do ten plus ten?" Little Daiki appeared to be whispering to the sleeve of his coat. "Uh huh… That's dumb… No, we just have the single blocks here… You can join your blocks together to make sticks of ten? Really? That would make this so much easier than having to count out ten blocks all the time… Yah… I should really get some of your blocks¾ "

"Daiki-chan?" Miss Mak knelt by his desk. "Who are you talking to?"

Little Daiki blushed and held out a cell phone for his teacher's inspection. "I didn't know how to do question fifteen, so I called my friend Tomo… He always helps me!" he explained, lower lip trembling, trying desperately not to let his worried, frown-y face appear. After all, nobody liked a crybaby.

Miss Mak tried not to glomp the cutie and go "awwwwww~!" in a saccharine voice. With much willpower she managed to restrain herself to simply: "That's very nice, Daiki-chan, but you're not in Tomo-chan's class anymore. Here if you have any questions, please come to me, okay?"

Little Daiki sniffled pointedly and looked pitifully at his teacher.

"No, Daiki-chan, I can't make exceptions to the rule. And I'm going to have to confiscate your phone too."

So went math class, and it was a very disgruntled little boy who stomped home at noon and told his mother that he hated this new school and he wanted to go back to Tomo. Unfortunately, his mother told him to grin and bear it, or he'd just have to suffer because they weren't moving back.

As for the other little boys, math was fun, but the little blocks served their purpose better as weapons in the (daily) afternoon fist fights.

Miss Mak twiddled her pen and contemplated Wednesday's lesson plan as the sun set on her now empty classroom.

 

THE END

 

 

[1] no little kid likes to sit at the front of the room! that's for geeks (*ahem*ryoupon*cough*) and troublemakers!

[2] like how I worked a lesson in fractions into this lesson too? ^^v

 




"how many pieces of chalk do I have left?"

"One!" Little Ryoupon's face was lit up like the high beams of an SUV.

Miss Mak nodded enthusiastically and added a gold star to Little Ryoupon's column. "Very good, Ryoupon! That is correct. Subtraction means 'taking away'. I had two pieces of chalk, and I took one piece of chalk away, thus leaving me with only one piece of chalk. One is less than two."

The boys looked at their teacher with varying degrees of understanding.

"If you don't understand right now, that's okay. I have something that will help you with the classwork." Miss Mak pulled a bin out from under her desk. "Ryoupon, please hand out the worksheets. Takepon, come help me with the counting kits."

The two little boys dutifully approached their teacher's desk, picked up their respective piles, and proceeded to distribute them among their classmates. Miss Mak waited until they had returned to their seats with their own worksheets and counting kits before resuming the lesson.

"Okay everyone, open your kit. Inside are some little blocks to help you add and subtract. Let's do the first question together! Four," Miss Mak counted out four blocks, "plus one," she added one to the pile, "make five!" She made sure to count each block with broad, exaggerated gestures. "Does anyone need another demonstration?"

Little Keipi looked to his brother, who patiently gave a detailed explanation and showed several practical examples. Little Itsuki looked like he was about to raise his hand, but stopped when Little Takumi shook his head. Little Takepon and Little Shingo¾

"You throw those things at each other and you're looking at one month of detention, boys!" Miss Mak gave the two troublemakers in the front row a ferocious glare.

Everyone meekly settled down to do their work, and Miss Mak sat at her desk reading a manga.

However, as the minutes ticked by, Miss Mak noticed an odd murmuring noise above the normal scratch of pencils and clicking of plastic blocks. She looked up and down the rows, trying to find the source.

"Daiki-chan? Are you talking to someone?" She craned her neck to check on the new boy.

"Ah…" Daiki gave a sheepish little shrug and carefully hid his hands behind his back.

Miss Mak looked puzzled, but she didn't pursue the matter further.

Seconds later, though, the murmuring started up again. This time, Miss Mak slowly sauntered up and down the aisles.

"Tomo? How do I do ten plus ten?" Little Daiki appeared to be whispering to the sleeve of his coat. "Uh huh… That's dumb… No, we just have the single blocks here… You can join your blocks together to make sticks of ten? Really? That would make this so much easier than having to count out ten blocks all the time… Yah… I should really get some of your blocks¾ "

"Daiki-chan?" Miss Mak knelt by his desk. "Who are you talking to?"

Little Daiki blushed and held out a cell phone for his teacher's inspection. "I didn't know how to do question fifteen, so I called my friend Tomo… He always helps me!" he explained, lower lip trembling, trying desperately not to let his worried, frown-y face appear. After all, nobody liked a crybaby.

Miss Mak tried not to glomp the cutie and go "awwwwww~!" in a saccharine voice. With much willpower she managed to restrain herself to simply: "That's very nice, Daiki-chan, but you're not in Tomo-chan's class anymore. Here if you have any questions, please come to me, okay?"

Little Daiki sniffled pointedly and looked pitifully at his teacher.

"No, Daiki-chan, I can't make exceptions to the rule. And I'm going to have to confiscate your phone too."

So went math class, and it was a very disgruntled little boy who stomped home at noon and told his mother that he hated this new school and he wanted to go back to Tomo. Unfortunately, his mother told him to grin and bear it, or he'd just have to suffer because they weren't moving back.

As for the other little boys, math was fun, but the little blocks served their purpose better as weapons in the (daily) afternoon fist fights.

Miss Mak twiddled her pen and contemplated Wednesday's lesson plan as the sun set on her now empty classroom.

 

THE END

 

 

[1] no little kid likes to sit at the front of the room! that's for geeks (*ahem*ryoupon*cough*) and troublemakers!

[2] like how I worked a lesson in fractions into this lesson too? ^^v