When the Teachers Are Away | By : Blanche_Conrad Category: +G to L > Kenichi: The Mightiest Disciple Views: 4022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: None of the characters present or mentioned in this fanfic belong to me, nor do any of the settings. I'm merely rearranging some of the pieces to my liking.
A/N: I don't use honorifics (I don't have a firm grasp on them yet even though I've been a fan of anime/manga for over a decade at this point T.T). If anyone seems a little OOC please let me know. This will only be my second fanfic. The edited version of this story was originally published at fanfiction.net
Kenichi walked through the imposing doors of Ryouzanpaku and sighed wearily. How empty it felt. Elder had taken Miu with him on another journey to make the world a better place for summer break. Koetsuji was traveling to purchase some supplies for his clinic. Apachai had gone with his parents and Honoka on their yearly trip. Kensei was visiting his family. Shigure had gone on another one of her mysterious missions. Sakaki on the other hand...
"Yo, Kenichi! What took you so long?"
"I had club activities."
"A martial artist that tends gardens. I swear, you're just like Akisame."
"In any case, do you want me to try to cook tonight or are we going to eat convenience store bento for dinner again?"
"Eh, let's cook."
The idea of Sakaki in a kitchen with him scared Kenichi. That man had to be a sadist, with the painful training regimens he often came up with. Kenichi couldn't imagine being in an enclosed space with Sakaki while he wielded a knife on some hapless, unsuspecting vegetables.
He wasn't going to complain though. That might earn him an extra training session, and without Koetsuji around to soften Sakaki's harsh way Kenichi figured it was better to stay acquiescent. Seriously, why did Sakaki have to be the only one to stay behind? Why couldn't Elder have taken Sakaki and left Miu behind?
Suddenly, an image of Elder laughing menacingly while he told Kenichi that if he so much as looked at Miu he'd be dead played in his mind's eye.
Kenichi shuddered. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that temptation was so far out of reach. He set to work preparing the stove and counter to prepare dinner. He figured something simple would be best. Noodles, for sure. Maybe some beef or fried egg and bamboo shoots.
Just as he had finished filling a pot with water, Sakaki's voice boomed from the doorway causing him to jump and slosh a good deal of it out onto the floor. "Oi, Kenichi, I'm going to set the table and then lock the gate."
"Why bother setting the table if it's just the two of us? We can eat on the porch."
"Fine by me." Sakaki shrugged and walked back out of the tiny kitchen.
Kenichi felt uneasy about being in the kitchen and cooking. This was Miu's domain. Not that he was sexist, but Shigure hardly even set foot in the kitchen. Miu was scary when her utensils and dishes were out of place or misused.
With another sigh Kenichi refilled the pot and placed it on the stove. He turned the heat up and began cutting the beef into thin strips. He added the noodles to the now boiling water and sat a pan on another empty burner. He added a little bit of oil and put the heat on under the pan. While he waited for the oil to heat, he sliced the bamboo on another cutting board. He turned and picked up the board with the beef, sweeping it off and into the hot pan. The sizzle immediately brought the aroma of cooking meat up to his nose. He figured dinner would be ready in about fifteen minutes or so.
Sakaki trudged back toward the dojo from the gate. How troublesome. Nobody was here except Kenichi. How tempting. Yeah, he had turned down Kenichi's request to be his disciple when he had first come to the dojo seeking a teacher. Honestly though, he hadn't expected everyone else to take such a liking to the slight little high school boy. It wasn't that he wanted a disciple when he finally agreed to teach Kenichi; he just didn't want the naive little fool to hurt himself.
Better to teach the boy properly than have him get hurt trying to stand up to people with more experience and strength than he had.
On the other hand, the dual nature of the boy held its own forbidden appeal. Such a coward and always whining about his training, yet whenever a friend of his was seriously threatened it was like he became a completely different person. There were times that Sakaki could imagine what else could bring about that determined and confident attitude.
So far, only Miu and Akisame seemed to have noticed the changes in his drinking habits. Before Kenichi had come, he had sake regularly; but once he had witnessed the dual nature of Ryouzanpaku's first disciple it became a necessity for him to withdraw slightly from what was going on around him. The sake helped him convince himself to leave Kenichi to his own devices and to his training. Miu only ever told him to stop drinking so much because it was bad for his health, but he knew it wouldn't be long before Akisame questioned the change.
His frustration welled up, but he put a damper on it as always. He was a karate master after all. It's not like he had expected this. Hell, just a week before Kenichi had shown up, he had talked Akisame into going to bar with him to have a good time and try to pick up some women.
He kicked at a pebble on his way back to his room for his sake. It went whizzing through the air and embedded itself in one of his punching posts.
Kenichi fixed a plate each for Sakaki and himself. There was enough for each of them to have seconds if they were hungry again later. Kenichi knew he would be. Just because everyone but Sakaki was gone didn't mean he was off the hook for training. Now that dinner was made he knew he had precious little time to start and finish his training before the sun set. He carried the plates outside to find Sakaki sitting on the porch in front of the training area. With a nod, he handed one to Sakaki and set the other down beside him.
Kenichi walked over to random post and began his punching exercise. Focus, tighten, strike. Focus, tighten, strike. Focus, tighten, strike. The repetition was so easy that he had to concentrate very little. Besides, Sakaki and Koetsuji had both once told him that a lot of training was for muscle memory. You trained your muscles to act and to react without having to wait for orders from your mind. He continued, figuring Sakaki would tell him when to move on.
Sakaki was having a hard time concentrating. Kenichi was already doing his exercises, but Sakaki really couldn't remember what he was supposed to have him do next. Akisame hadn't left complicated instructions. They were quite simple actually, but by the time Kenichi had finished dinner and brought it out... Well, Sakaki was already several servings into his sake. He had had more than usual this time. The food was good. Sakaki guessed that Kenichi probably helped his mom cook a lot before becoming a disciple at Ryouzanpaku.
"Itai!" Kenichi's exclamation of pain roused Sakaki's attention. In the late afternoon light, he could see the trickle of blood from one of Kenichi's knuckles. Sakaki realized that Kenichi must have been using the post that Sakaki had accidentally kicked the pebble into earlier. Sakaki growled at himself for not remembering to warn Kenichi.
"Oi, come over here." Sakaki didn't have to raise his voice much since his deep rumble was naturally loud.
Kenichi walked over, cradling his injured hand with his other. Sakaki set down the empty plate in his hands and took hold of Kenichi's hand to inspect it. He somehow felt this was a bad idea. Having drank so much sake before eating had muddled his senses; and rather than encouraging him to keep away from Kenichi, he became tempted to become closer.
Part of his brain whispered not to, but it was completely drowned out by the much larger part of his brain that told him to lean forward and lick the blood from Kenichi's hand. He almost felt like this was a hallucination as he did just that. He felt Kenichi jump from the sudden contact of his tongue and chuckled to himself.
Kenichi couldn't quite get his brain to work. Shouldn't Sakaki be cleaning his wound with soap and water? He couldn't help jumping, even though he saw Sakaki get ready to lick his injured hand. Sakaki's deep chuckle unsettled him somehow. It didn't scare him or embarrass him... This was something different, something he couldn't quite identify.
"Hey," Kenichi's attention shifted suddenly with a growl from his stomach, "why'd you eat my food too?!"
"You cook good, and I was hungry. Besides, I'm your sensei."
"What's that have to do with it?!"
"Just go get some more. Quit complaining. I'm going to take advantage of this peace and quiet without everyone here and go to the spring. You should too."
"Ah, okay." Kenichi could only reply simply since Sakaki had already stood up and was walking away.
Kenichi picked up the empty plates and carried them back to the kitchen with him. He didn't really want to dirty another dish, so he just reused one of the ones Sakaki had eaten off of. It's not like it could hurt him.
After scarfing down a serving of dinner, Kenichi made his way to where the towels were kept and to his room for a pair of pajamas. He then started on his way to the spring. He really hoped that Shigure had taken down all of her booby traps since she and Miu were both gone. Thoughts of his sole attempt to sneak up on them once with Kensei had him blushing furiously. Better to stop thinking about that before he got to the spring.
He arrived to see Sakaki dripping the last drops of sake onto his tongue. That tongue had licked his hand earlier. Kenichi could feel his hand tingle, remembering the velvety rough feel of his sensei's tongue. For some reason Kenichi blushed. He quickly disrobed and slipped into the soothing water.
Kenichi dipped down into the water briefly, wetting his face and hair. He came back up farther into the pool than when he went under. He was a little closer to Sakaki now, and from this shorter distance he could see the flat rounds of coppery nipples being lapped at by the water. Urgh! He slammed a door shut on his thoughts before they could continue.
Jeez, maybe eating off of the same plate as Sakaki had affected him after all...
Sakaki quirked an eyebrow at the sudden, somewhat pained look on Kenichi's face.
"Oi, are you alright, Kenichi? Is it your hand?"
"Huh?" Kenichi cocked his head to one side in confusion.
"You looked like you were in pain just now. Are you okay?"
"Oh, yeah..." Kenichi's voice trailed off as he made his way to sit on one of the rocks at the base of the boulder in the center of the pool.
Sakaki watched covertly through slightly closed eyes as Kenichi reclined against the boulder and let his own eyes close. With the stealth that Akisame usually laid claim to, he sneaked through the water to Kenichi's side. He sat next to him and with a low growl, he reached over and hauled Kenichi into his lap.
He shouldn't be doing this. He really shouldn't be doing this. Kenichi was Ryouzanpaku's disciple. Miu liked him. He like her back. Sakaki should have just gone on as if everything were normal; but between his repressed desire and the copious amount of sake he had imbibed tonight, he was at his limit.
Kenichi's shock gave Sakaki enough time to wrap a muscular arm around him, pinning his arms to his torso and his torso to Sakaki's own torso.
"Kenichi, just be still." Sakaki's voice was as close to whisper as he could get it. He searched through the water with his free hand until it landed on Kenichi's knee. Sakaki slid his hand upwards until he reached his destination. He leaned forward and licked a droplet of moisture from Kenichi's neck as he took him in hand.
After a moment Kenichi's body had gone from being rigid to almost melting back against Sakaki as he stroked him. Sakaki finally took the chance that Kenichi wouldn't bolt to let his other hand search for a nipple. If the hardness of the little bud under his palm hadn't registered, Kenichi's reaction would have alerted him. The sudden spasm of his body and sharp intake of breath were so honest that Sakaki growled again in response.
I will admit that this is a little more fast-paced than my first fanfic, but these characters make it a little more believable. I'm still trying to keep my content within the guidelines but this particular story might suffer a lot if I edit out too much content. In any case, I don't know how many people that read my first fanfic will be reading this one anyway. Please review.
Regards,
Blanche
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