get underneath [OLIVER]

[cyan hunter satou]

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Classes had just let out for the day and damn was Cyan Satou glad of this. Those little brats were beginning to get on his very last nerve and he wasn't entirely sure he could of handled even ten more minutes of being in their presence. It was a really terrible mind set for someone who was a high school Japanese teacher but Cyan wasn't the typical sort of educator. In reality, he became a Japanese instructor because when he'd come to America from Osaka he didn't really know what else to do. Of course because he was born in Japan he was fluent in the language and so earning a living teaching something that came so completely naturally to him seemed like the best idea for him.

So here he was, shuffling through a bunch of Japanese tests that he was certain were absolutely piss poor in quality, perched behind the desk inside of his classroom. The door to the hallway was left open because he'd just finished arguing with a student who had hung back in order to attempt to persuade Cyan to give her a better grade. When Cyan had refused to budge, the student got ridiculously angry and stormed out without having the common courtesy to shut his door. Of course Cyan didn't care enough to get up from his spot to close it. He simply muttered to himself underneath his breath in Japanese. "Ungrateful little brat."

Japanese was his language of choice. Truth be told he really didn't like English very much. When he was by himself or when he spoke to headmaster, Cyan used Japanese. His accent was actually so thick that most of the complaints he received were that he was too difficult to understand when he was teaching a lesson. Did Cyan Satou care? Hell fuck no he didn't care. The way he saw it was that he was teaching Japanese for a reason. Learn to communicate in Japanese and you don't have a problem with understanding his English.

With a sigh as he finished reading over one of the papers in his hand, Cyan tossed it back against the gleaming mahogany desk and let out a little growl. He was going over papers from his Japanese I class and no one seemed to be getting it! More and more each day Cyan found himself wondering if he could just ask Tatsu to let him teach only kids who had at least a basic grasp of the language. "Oh God.. It's so terrible! How fucking hard is it to learn the difference between wa and wo?!" To anyone who may have walked by, they wouldn't of understood a word he said.

Slowly Cyan reached up and ran his hands through his pitch black hair, staring at the paper. It was all he could do in order to keep himself from picking up a machete and chasing the little assholes down the hallway while screaming satisfying obscenities at them in Japanese. They were so terrible at the language that it's not like they'd understand him anyway. At this thought he smiled softly. He knew that Tatsu would get a kick out of such a mental image and he made a note to relay his idea the next time he saw that delicious headmaster.

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^{TAG - oliver toulson
WORDS - idk
NOTES - fun times
TUNES - two birds stoned at once , chiodos.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[Oliver Ken Toulson]

Oliver Toulson was very good at hating people; it was an art that he had practiced daily until he mastered it. Sure, it had faded a little when his darling Tatsuya had entered his life and provided some fun, but these days it was back in full swing again. Especially today, seeing as he had got a phone call from his favorite... well, son. Little seven year old Ashby. The anatomy professor sighed, standing up and stepping away from his desk, tempted to jump out a window. His human physiology class was on the second floor, after all. Perfect for jumping out the rectangular hole in the wall and killing himself, not like anyone would mourn. He wasn't exactly one of the most loved people in the world, was he now? Sure, Ashby adored him, but it wasn't like he ever saw his son. Maybe once a year, and a phone call once a month. Normally supervised by Ashby's mother and Oliver's ex wife, of course. Though, maybe if the kid knew that he slept around whenever he got the chance and frequented multiple bars, he'd have a lower opinion of his father. Well, whatever. His mother wanted him to be sheltered, and Oliver wasn't about to argue with her. How a bitch like her knew what was good for a kid, Oliver had no idea. Maternal instinct? It was possible.

Phone calls from his son always left him wanting to kill himself. Always. Mainly because Ashby would happily chatter on about everything that crossed his mind, and what was normally on his mind was things that Oliver didn't want to hear about, like school and fun art projects and friends. That, and well... it was the way that his ex wife said goodbye to him. Her tone of voice conveyed he was the bad parent. He hadn't been the one that cheated on his spouse and took the kid, had he? Well, he took the dog... Yet everyone seemed to think that it was his fault, even his family. See, this was why he had moved to Florida. Nice, sunny place... no one to annoy him... Well, except for his students. He sighed as one of them wandered into the classroom to pick up something they had left behind, then scurried out again. He needed to get out and socialize, but he didn't have any friends in this damn school. This damn city, even. Shuffling through the papers on his desk, Oliver was quite surprised to find one that didn't belong. It was in the pile of papers that his last period class had handed in today, and... well, it wasn't in English. The questions were, but the answers weren't. They weren't German or French or Spanish either; Oliver was sure of that. He had dabbled in all three of the languages when he was younger, though the only one that had stuck to his mind was a beginning level of French. And as the only other language that was taught at this school was Japanese, it looked like he would be paying a visit to another teacher.

A teacher... that he didn't know. He wasn't exactly social around the other teachers, save for the insane amount of flirting he did when he ran into one of them in the halls. Picking up the sheet of paper, he exited the classroom, locking the door behind him and making his way to the Japanese classroom. It took a lot of effort to find, too. Effort that Oliver would have normally saved for grading papers or drinking. The door was wide open when he approached the room, a string of some other language floating out of it. Ah, how familiar that was... Tatsuya yelling at him, burning his stuff... well, there had been sweeter times that he had spoken that language, but not often. He hadn't talked that much unless Oliver wanted him to, had he? The manipulative dick known as Oli hadn't been that interested in listening to a language that he couldn't understand. Sighing, he knocked softly and stepped into the classroom, walking over to the other man and tossing the paper on his desk. ”Satou, right?” he asked, not really interested in the answer. His name was on the desk and on the block outside, telling the class and the teacher's name. Oliver himself had one of those outside of his class. ”One of your students left that in my class. I thought you'd want it.”

[cyan hunter satou]

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There were more things in life that irritated Cyan than just snot nosed bratty students. Another irritant that was high on his list would have to be most other instructors. Especially ones who knocked but then didn't wait for a response before coming right on into his office. Cyan flinched visibly, looking up at Oliver Toulson as he entered. It figures. What an irritating git this one one was. Ever since Cyan realized Oliver was after Tatsuya, Cyan instantly hated him. "Just because my door is open and just because you knocked first doesn't give you permission to enter without a response from me." Cyan spoke coolly, setting the paper in his hand down. "Where did you learn your manners? The zoo you were born in?"

Slowly, Cyan lifted his dark gaze up towards Oliver for just a moment before looking down at the paper the blonde set on his desk. "Actually, I don't want that.. Another paper to grade. It's not my fault the idiot turned it into the wrong instructor." Cyan picked up the paper carefully and then hovered it over the waste basket for a moment before unceremoniously dropping it inside. That'll teach the unlucky student for being so irresponsible.

Looking rather pleased with himself, Cyan leaned back against his chair and returned his gaze to Oliver. "Is that all you wanted? To be a good samaritan?" He paused for a moment as a thought dawned on him though his expression remained quite neutral. "Or did you come here to try to establish some sort of dominance over what you consider to be your prey?" There was absolutely no way in hell that Cyan was going to give up his Tatsuya. Especially not since lately he had begun to feel a little more than lustful attachment toward the headmaster.

At this, Cyan fell quiet. He wanted to see what sort of response Oliver would give him. Most likely the anatomy instructor would pretend like he had absolutely no idea what Cyan was talking about. That would be completely fine with Cyan.

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^{TAG - oliver toulson
WORDS - idk
NOTES - fun times
TUNES - two birds stoned at once , chiodos.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[Oliver Ken Toulson]

Oh, this was sure to cheer him up. Arguing with a person he barely knew, other than the fact that he was Tatsuya's current lover and the Japanese teacher at this lovely and exclusive school. Even though they barely knew each other, Satou had taken an odd disliking to him from the start. Was it because he was constantly making it his goal to annoy the headmaster? That might have been it... though, no matter what Cyan thought, Oliver wasn't looking to take Tatsuya away from him. The pyromaniac of a man had made it very clear that he had wanted Oliver out of his life, mainly showing it by burning a lot of the anatomy professor's stuff. That had been... interesting. But no, Oliver didn't want Tatsuya back, though by all means, he made it seem like he did. He annoyed the fuck out of the younger man, what with innuendos and constantly touching him and, basically, being downright childish. He didn't like the idea that his puppet had gotten over him, but he could deal with that. What he couldn't deal with was the absence of Tatsuya from his life. So what if the headmaster didn't like him? Oliver still wanted to be around him, and that may have been the basis of why Cyan disliked him so much. Or it may not have been, but it was the mongoose's best guess.

”I'm so sorry that I busted in, Satou,” he said calmly, keeping his face expressionless. It wouldn't do any good to let the other teacher see how upset he was at the moment, or how he had been contemplating throwing himself out a window only a few minutes before. However, he didn't bother keeping the thick layer of sarcasm out of his voice. The Japanese teacher deserved it, if he was going to throw petty insults at Oliver. The mongoose hadn't been born in a zoo, and he wasn't about to lay down and take a jab like that, even if it wasn't very painful. Even after a slash to his lucidness from his ex wife, Oliver still had an abundance of pride. Maybe that was one of his flaws, and maybe it wasn't, but he didn't like Cyan's petty insults. The anatomy professor frowned, the corners of his mouth pulling down just slightly. He didn't comment on what Satou had said, but his posture became noticeably more tense. Worried, even nervous.

For Oliver, there were two types of lucid that contrasted his normal deluded self. The type where he went into teaching mode and shut himself off from everything except his students and the material at hand, and the type he liked a lot less. The times where his ex wife's criticism caused him to almost revert back to his old self; the childish yet fatherly, skittish fuck of an animal that was terrified of people abandoning him. He was on the border of type two right now, mixed in with a bit of mopiness and more than a bit of anger. Not really good to carry a conversation with.

Oliver pressed his lips into a thin line, trying not to sigh or fidget or snap, or really any sign of discontentment. ”You shouldn't throw your student's paper away... it makes you such a bad teacher, you know...?” The murmured comment was barely audible, but Cyan would be able to hear it. People in this school could hear almost anything. It could be annoying sometimes, but other times it could be worked to Oliver's advantage. ”And yes, that's pretty much all I wante-” His sentence was cut off by Cyan talking over him. What the hell? Why would Oliver need to be dominate around Satou, of all people? He didn't bother to conceal a small frown that slowly turned into a smirk. The mongoose leaned forward slightly, his hands against Satou's precious mahogany desk. How many times how Tatsuya gripped this desk? Oliver honestly didn't want to know... ”Satou,” he purred. ”You're not my prey. You're not good enough for me to chase. I'm simply not interested.” It was simple, and it was the truth. He didn't like the man, not in the least bit, and certainly not in a way that he would want to be above him. Maybe it could have been said in a nicer way, but Oliver wasn't feeling nice right now. He was upset and sad and bored and amused all wrapped up in a contradictory bundle. If Cyan was out to upset him, he'd return the favor.