Fandom: Code GEASS
Request: Jeremiah/Rivalz, by sumeragiskank; prompt: teacher/student relationship
Warning: OOC-ness (I sort of butchered Jeremiah’s character) and total WTF-ness.
Word Count: 550
Notes: Very little Jeremiah/Rivalz. Blink and you’ll probably miss it.
Jeremiah hated everything about this job – every single thing of it, in every way imaginable.
It was true that he should be grateful. After all, not just everyone could recover from an illness as fickle as insanity that fast, if at all – but then again, he always knew that he was special in certain ways. And to think that the military had decided to take him back in after that period of insanity was downright fanciful that he had laughed out loud when they had first told him that.
Well, what could he say? He was special – even though at that time he had thought of it as some kind of joke to test his still-somewhat-questionable mental health.
And then he had been given this job. As a spy, they had explained succinctly, along with some other rather extraordinary things like a mind-raping weapon called ‘geass’ and green-haired witches. It had made him feel that probably a few screws in he head hadn’t been set quite right yet.
But here he was, playing his role in a school which could as well be a mental institution – or a juvenile detention facility – because what kind of sane person would call this ridiculous establishment a school? Not to mention, he was one of the teachers.
And a science teacher at that.
To begin with, he had never been very good at science. Then why science? Because he had been even worse at math – and the P.E. teacher was a scary woman who couldn’t be removed from her post no matter how earnestly they asked/bribed/coerced. The students were all – or most of them anyway – perfect examples of rascals and princess-wannabes and all sorts of other troublemakers in neatly-tailored uniforms, whose sole objection of going to this establishment which should never under any circumstances be called a school was to make fun of their devoted educators.
It was not even his fault that he now had that thing permanently attached to his face.
His real job wasn’t much better either. He had that kid – terribly brilliant in his class, but of course a total smartass – to watch for 24/7, which proved to be rather difficult when he had that irritating habit of disappearing from school and reappearing at the most unsavory establishments one could find in the settlement. Thank God they still had Rolo to follow him around like a good watchdog.
A watchdog that bit, nevertheless, and his bites were hard, even lethal sometimes. Jeremiah knew that he must not forget that incident – five incidents, in fact – when that kid had decided to get rid of a member of their team and left him to deal with the mutilated carcass and the other angry but terrified members. He swore he was going to kill that boy when this was all over.
So no, there was nothing remotely enjoyable about his new job.
And of course it was then when the higher powers giggled at his grousing and proved him wrong, like the bastards they always were, as the laboratory door was pushed open from the other side.
“Sensei, are you done? I have to be home at nine.”
Jeremiah gave the row of test tubes on his desk a sort of grimace, but put out the light and left with a grinning Rivalz.
to sumeragiskank: I’m sorry I couldn’t think of anything better >_>