Disclaimer: HunterxHunter belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi-sensei~!

Notes: I felt really happy that you thought it was good and not OOC. And, Hime-sama.. 'Yami-chan' sounds cute ^u^~!

Arigatou, minna-sama for reading and reviewing~

Here's another chapter~!

(I think I can say 'romance will start from here..' ?)

Summary: Kurapika, a bright but quite silent student, and Kuroro, a raven-haired teacher with a charming teaching style. What will be the result with all the things at school?

Warnings: OOC (though I'll try to keep them in character as much as possible), shounen ai.


Neither of them knew how or why, but Saturday came slower than usual..

..Or.. was it only them, because they were waiting for it?

After all, they say that whenever you wait for something, time will get longer. But it came anyway, so that's not a big problem.

….

Kurapika was nervous.

Actually, 'nervous' wasn't enough to describe his state. He had woken up early and done cleaning his house, then studied.

Time seemed to be racing with a snail as he waited, because today~ his favorite teacher is taking him to the museum. How happy and lucky he felt!

The problem was that however he the blond thought of it, it just felt strange to have a student going with his teacher somewhere. But for all he cares! He is just happy..

Kurapika sighed as he averted his eyes from the clock for the nth time, and time seemed to have stopped on '3:24 pm' and just that. He sighed again, stood up and walked around for a bit.

'Maybe a little reading will pass the time..' he thought as he gazed at his mini-library. Then he chose a book, settled on the sofa and started to read quietly.


Kuroro was up and early as usual, but there was still something different about this day for him.

The day that would officially say; he and the cute blond Kuruta are friends, not just a teacher-student relationship. In addition, he'll get to hear brilliant comments about aome paintings!

Yet.. among his excitement to see the blond, he still felt something in his chest, as if it was making it hard to breath regularly. He rubbed a hand on his chest and frowned a bit.. 'Just, what's wrong?..'

Going through his school books and marks' lists, re-reading his notes for next classes and students… reading his favorite books, searching for specific information…

That's what he did during the day to pass time.


Kurapika was more nervous than he was the whole day.

It's almost 6 o'clock, and he was trying his best to not look as if he was shaking. Finally, he took a few deep breathes and settled on his sofa waiting.

Minutes later, his doorbell rang and he practically jumped off the sofa to the door, but behaved in front of it. Taking another deep breath, he opened the door with an honest smile.

His heart skipped a beat when his gaze fell on his teacher. With a black shirt, pants and coat, he looked so handsome.

"Kuroro-sensei, welcome." He greeted politely.

"Ah, Kuruta-kun. Are you ready to go?" he smiled.

"Yes!"

Kurapika's smile widened and Kuroro's mind registered a single thought at the sight..

Pretty, indeed.

The two of them walked to the black car after the blond locked his house, then slipped in.


"Welcome, sirs." A man in a suit greeted them when they entered the museum, "Do you have a VIP ticket or do you wish to enjoy normally?"

"VIP tickets, yes." The night-haired man replied.

"This way, please, then." The man motioned for the duo to follow him as he walked into a place where a few people were waiting.

"Please wait here for your guide, sirs. May I have your tickets?"

Kuroro handed them to him, and with a respectful bow the man left the room.

"Why did it look like he was asking for train tickets?" the blond asked amused. And Kuroro chuckled at the comment and replied, "I guess it was," and looked at the blond with a smirk, "in that way, it's better that you never leave my side so you won't get lost."

Kurapika flinched and gasped slightly making his teacher snicker.

Oh yeah, Kuoro's going to have a lot of fun this evening..


"And this one here, everyone, is the 'Night Lighter', the painter expressed his grief and his lover's hope as the night. You can…."

Kurapika stared at the painting that held the moon and several fog clouds with sparkling dusts in awe. The dark colors surely did look nice, and the moon seemed real and glowing.

"Do you like it?" he heard his teacher ask him in a low voice and he nodded absentmindedly.

"It's magnificent.. as if the real moon was copied from the sky into this.." he explained.

"It reminds me of a story I once read." The night-haired man placed his hand under his chin as he thought back about that book.

"Really? What does the story talk about?"

"It tells the story of the girl who committed suicide due to some family problems, but for an unknown reason she couldn't pass the earthy life. She always hid in the forest where there is a piece of land that so much resembles the one in the picture, and whenever she appears, the place will be fogged and her tears will flow and sparkle under the big moon.."

Kuroro opened his eyes and blinked when he found that the blond was looking at him deeply while he was telling the story. "Umm, Kuruta-kun?"

"Continue with the story, please." He said eager to know the rest.

Kuroro showed a slight smile and patted the blond head earning a yelp.

"No, I won't tell the rest."

"Kuroro-sensei! That's mean! And after you got me into that story, too." He complained.

"That's so you can read it alone then tell me what you think about it."

The blond pouted then shook his head to let the hand fall from his head as he said "But still, that's mean."

Kuroro just grinned childishly at him and his thoughts were turning around one word.

C-U-T-E, Cute..


The museum trip went like that; passing by paintings, pictures or sculptures, exchanging thoughts and comments, laughing then snickering when people glared at them to be quiet. Their evening couldn't get any better than it was, with both of them interacting freely, forgetting that they were a teacher and his student.

Time flew away while they were enjoying each other's company, and unbeknownst to them, a single common thought was in both their minds..

'Stay by my side..'

"That was something." Kuroro commented when they got out of the museum.

"Yes, it was very interesting, actually." Kurapika turned to the other man, "Kuroro-snesei, which one did you like the best?"

"Hmm… that's quite hard, you know. Each one of those held something different, but for me…" and he trailed off, making the blond frown.

"What? Say it."

"It's a secret." He placed his finger in front of his mouth and was a bit surprised when the blond suddenly turned away from him, but there was absolutely no way that Kurapika would show him that he blushed slightly. He could feel his heart beating fast already.

"It's okay.. if you don't want to tell me." he managed without stuttering and walked ahead of him towards the car.

'The most precious one.. is you, actually..' he thought as he stared at the blond's back.

…..

"Are you hungry?" The raven-haired man asked the younger boy as they entered the car, and the blond turned to him, "But if we eat, it'll be late." He stated.

"Don't worry, after an evening like this, I'm sure you feel hungry."

"Actually, yeah, a bit."

"Okay then, I know a good restaurant nearby." And they were already driving to the new destination.


The restaurant turned out to be a neat and elegant place. Not to mention the delicious smell that hung in the air.

They had settled on a table and waited for their ordered when they started going on again about the museum, then the books and eventually school.

"By the way, Kuroro-sensei. Did you read my report?"

"I wouldn't miss it."

"Really? How was it?"

"You don't need to ask, you know."

"No, I do. Please, tell me what do you think!"

Kuroro sighed.

"The usual, 'your sentences and ideas were neatly described and your choice of words is amazing. The details you gave are really impressing and you focused on the whole war while still managing to turn it out professionally written'. But this time I'm going to add 'work hard, and write more. Let me read everything you write, because I believe it'll be brilliant as always'. Is that enough for you?"

The Kuruta boy smiled happily, "Yes, I will sensei."

And their food arrived.


Kuroro watched –unnoticed- as the rosy lips closed slowly and elegantly on the fork, observed the eyes that were beautifully shut as he savored the taste in his mouth.

The edges of his lips were slightly lifted in a faint smile, and when he opened his eyes again they were focused on Kuroro. He wasn't too sure but it seemed as if there was a faint blush on the Kuruta's cheeks.

"Kuroro-sensei.. thank you so much for today, I really had fun and I wish that you didn't feel bored with my company." He said softly.

"Not at all. I'm the one who should thank you for accepting to come with me." Kuroro smiled whole-heartedly at his student, trying to control his skipping heart.

Kurapika ate a few bites while the older man wandered if those lips were as soft as they look.

Kurapika stole glances at his teacher when he thought the other wasn't noticing, too. Kuroro's childish features held a lot of mystery, and not forgetting his onyx wide eyes that seem to enter his soul and read him. He figured that his teacher was a lot more than just an outside handsomeness.

And just as that, dinner was spent in a comfortable silence, shy glances and savoring good times.


Kuroro gave the blond boy a ride back to his home, and just like dinner, was spent in silence. Kurapika looking outside his window and Kuroro focusing on the road aware to his companion's moves.

He had to admit that being with the blond was really relaxing, as if it was the most normal thing to do. He liked the day since its beginning, and he liked it more.

Kurapika turned to look at his teacher and seemed to want to say something.

"Sensei..?" he started, and Kuroro hummed in response.

He bit his lower lip tentatively, then looked ahead to the road.

"What do you think..", but then he paused.

"….."

"Go on, what's wrong?" he encouraged him.

"Do you.. like teaching?"

"Yes, I do."

"..why?"

"because it gives me chances to meet talented and intelligent people, just like you," he heard the blond giggle, ".. and I wouldn't want to miss them. It gives me a better idea on how things have different meanings when associated with different personalities and such. It also helps me confess what I like and express my thoughts while having to listen to others."

"So, you like it because of the people you get to teach?"

"Besides the part of exchanging opinions and information, sort of, yeah."

"…."

"Is there something wrong?" he tried to sound concerned.

"No, nothing." He smiled and returned to his own ideas. 'Then is it normal to.. like you..?' his thoughts unconsciously formed a question that he didn't know the true answer to it.

And without noticing, they already reached Kurapika's home, and Kuroro parked in front of it then got out with the blond, walking with him to the front door just to spend more time with him. Then when they reached the door and after the blond unlocked it..

"Kuruta-kun.." Kuroro called finally and the blond turned to face him then froze.

Kuroro's hand inched towards him and brushed a few strands away from his forehead, moved to the back of his head then he leaned in slowly, leaving for the blond time to pull out or push him if he wanted to, but to his luck the blond didn't make any attempt to block him.

Kurapika held his breath and stared at his teacher's face as he leaned closer still, then it happened..

Kuroro's lips, ever so gently, pressed to his forehead in a soft kiss that left him speechless as his eyes shut at their own and he shivered slightly from the contact. His lips felt too hot on his forehead, yet so cold at the same time.

When he pulled away, Kurapika felt as if he pulled all the sense out of him. Kuroro moved his hand and patted his head gently as he looked at him, then he straightened up.

"Take care, Kurapika.." he said in a whisper.

Kurapika managed to nod and turn around to enter his house while Kuroro left his spot when he heard the soft click of the door.

And once the blond felt him leave, his legs gave up and he slid down to the floor while he clutched at his chest. His heart was going to explode.


A/N: That was fast, wasn't it?

It's soooo hard to keep on one pace, I really wonder how do you manage to do it.. -_-;

I hope you like it! And please leave a review!

(there is a word up there that is spelled 'wandered' and I was supposed to write 'wondered' instead. I'm too lazy to check where it is)