Edit: Ok Im re-uploading the file since I screwed it up the first time. In addition, I will also ne uploading it in Spanish because it makes me a little angry that my spanish-speaking friends don't share their stories
Well ... it's the first time I write a fanfic. I have always written stories or poems, but a friend recommended me the manga of Sensei Haruba and, well, here we are.
My native language is not English, but Spanish, but with the help of translators and my intermediate knowledge of the language I think I have managed to write something ... acceptable.
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. I plan to continue it.
Of course, all the characters are created by Negi Haruba.
I remember that day with nervousness and happiness in equal parts. Feelings mixed together producing a vortex of anxiety in the depths of my being. God ... how beautiful you were! You held in your hand the diploma of our high school while tears and smiles escaped your being. You had worked so hard to achieve that. With iron determination and an overwhelming love as your main tools . I couldn't take my eyes off your figure ... from your soul. In that moment you had become the center of my desire, in everything I could dream of. Joy , sadness, despair, doubts, discussions and much more accompanied us all the way here. I taught you calculation, history, English and who knows how many other brushstrokes of knowledge.I also remember that this first step we took in our history did not begin in the best way . How stubborn we were! You all wanted to do it on your own! I remember your header phrase: "Thank you, but I don't need you. I can do this alone. " And I ... well, I needed the money for the debts that my family had accumulated since my mother's death, and working as your private tutor and your sisters was an opportunity that I could not afford to waste . Although now that I think about it, that first failed step it was also my fault. How cold and distant I had become in my high school years. I had focused all my attention and energy on my studies because I fervently believed that this was the tool that would ease the weight of Dad's shoulders and the entrance door so that Raiha could live a happy and carefree life. My ability to feel had been circumscribed, only, to them both.
While trying to gather some courage to approach you in the schoolyard, that school to which we would never return (at least not as students), someone anticipated my play and hugged you in laughter and tears with an intensity that, until that moment, I had barely noticed a few times. Ichika approached both hands to your cheeks and take between them. Then she nailed her eyes on yours. How strange it must be to see your own face in another person, I thought. Glances of powerful blues danced among you two. You also brought one of your hands to your face and placed it on Ichika's . "We did it ..." I assumed you told her, just based on the movement of your lips. Lips that were a gift that only wanted for me. Ichika simply nodded and hugged you again.
A little bit of courage invaded me. I stepped on the concrete floor of the schoolyard. One step. Then another. Another one. My eyes only on you. Someone approached you from behind as you said goodbye to Ichika, who was asked by many colleagues to take some pictures, and playfully hit your head with her diploma. You turned on yourself to see who it was and although at that moment I couldn't see your face, I would bet that a big smile would have drawn on it. Nino just winked her eye, decorated by voluptuous but delicate eyelashes, then dedicated one of her naughty giggles. You returned the favor of her mischief in the form of tickles. Then she kissed you on the cheek and walked away with her friends, mixing in the crowd.
My steps were already decided. There was no turning back. My decision moved forward, towards your figure, as if there was no tomorrow. I clash with someone on the road because my reverie around only to yourself and your name. I don't think I even apologized to the poor student, teacher or whatever I had collided with. I did not care. Meanwhile, you sighed and laid your eyes on your diploma. I thought I saw you whispering your own name as you looked around that piece of paper that witnessed all your hard work. You startled to feel that something extremely cold caressed one of your delicious cheekbones , and your eyes widened because of the surprise effect. Miku's gaze was serious, unperturbed. She pushed the Matcha soda can away from your cheek and spread it in front of you as if it were the most sacred offering. You followed the game. You erected your body as straight as you could and faced it with the same look full of solemnity. You took the can and brought it to your chest, and then bowed worthy of a samurai from the Sengoku era . Miku mimicked your movement . Then they looked into each other's eyes again. The tension was everywhere around ... "mmm... pppff... pfff... hahahaha!" Both of you burst into laughter. Then, Miku kissed you on the forehead and walked away in search of Nino and her friends.
My steps acquired more and more speed. However, I was terrified. What would you say to me once we are facing? What words would come out of my mouth?
While you were drinking with pleasure your Matcha the flash of a camera puzzled you. You turned your attention to the light source. "Shishishi..." you heard. You could not help but throw your eyes up, a little annoyed, a little fun. You placed the Matcha can on the floor, then you got up and with a gesture of your hands you told Yotsuba to come closer. Even laughing at her little mischief, she stood by your side. You punctured her delicate nose as a reprimand. Again... " Shishishi..." You whispered something in her ear. You took your cell phone and while Yotsuba brought her body closer to yours, you let a gigantic and luminous smile emerge from your face. Your sister made a "V" on the fingers of one of her hands as the other hug you tenderly. "Click" the little device shrieked. Yotsuba stroked your head with affection to later say goodbye between smiles. The basketball team was waiting to take a group picture.
At last... there you were just for me. Among all our classmates, teachers, parents and friends who witnessed our graduation, your eyes, the smooth skin of your neck, your hair that danced carelessly in the breeze of the rising summer, the delicacy and grace with which the school uniform that we would never use again adhering to your voluptuous curves like a painting, the fineness of your fingers still crushed with ink and... everything... everything in you was a reason, my reason to change once again. As in Kyoto. Once again. A thousand times more.
You raised your head. Your incisive look over my eyes. Above all my soul. It felt like a soft blanket that envelops you during the crudest and bloodiest days of winter. You blushed. Surely me too. I had already stopped walking towards you and not because I wanted to, not because I didn't want you. Seeing you in all your splendor was a show that stopped all the time around me, a scene that required that I, as an audience of a great masterpiece, cease all movement, all thoughts, so that you do your magic in me. The same magical passes that never stopped me falling in love over and over again from that moment when I began to feel that you were special, from the moment I saw in your eyes the determination that we share. Who started walking towards me was you. Tender but determined steps. Just like you: beautiful and diligent. You stopped just a few centimeters, embarrassingly close to us, the Japanese. You do not care. You didn't stop smiling for a moment. I fantasized that my body temperature rose to a thousand degrees. Then you looked back and forth, and put your diploma under one of your arms to, with your free hands, accommodate the collar of my shirt. You looked me in the eye again.
"So... now what?" You interrogated me. Embarrassed, I started playing with one of the hairs that covered my forehead. "I guess… we could have lunch together in a nice restaurant . You know, by way of celebration" I replied. You denied, vehemently, with your head. "Nino and Miku are going to prepare something special given the significance of the situation" you declared as your hands moved away from my neck, an act that I deeply regret. Laughter escaped my mouth at the correctness of your comment. That distention, that way you have to free me from all anxiety, is another of the most precious gifts I have on your part. To allow myself to be in the most natural, most honest way. Naturalness that is there as an intimate and selfless companion. So... courage and love. Above all love.
"Now... what?" I said in whispers, almost a thought out loud. And I looked up in search of your eyes and there you were, again looking directly at my center. "Now..." I said "Now I want you to know that you are the sweetest and most miraculous accident I've ever experienced in my life" I continued while one of my hands took one of yours and directed the other one to one of your cheeks. "Now… I want you to know that no matter how much I have taught you, you have taught me more. You have returned the color of all colors with your love. And I can't, I can't conceive of any future in my life, cheerful or tragic, without your being by my side, without your scent and your warmth…" I took a little breath while you raised your hand to my cheek. "And I don't care what might happen, I don't fear anything when I'm by your side. And if I had to make the same mistakes again, the same sins to find you again and again, and again, and again I would do it with the greatest joy. I love you" I said with a sigh. Tears fell from the most majestic and excited eyes I saw in my life. And with the last coins of courage that I had in my possession... "and that is all I can promise you. Love. Unfinished, imperfect and humble… but infinite" I finished with just a thread of voice muddled by the emotion of naturalness that you have given me.
"And that, Uesugui-Kun, is now..." and you kissed me, between tears and illusions, in the most passionate, messy, violent and sweet way I would ever experience. In the middle of that sweet storm I opened my eyes… Ichika smiled, with her true smile, that of the older sister. Nino could barely cool off with a tiny fan that she carried in her bag on summer days . The moment was too intense for her daring heart. Beside her, Miku clapped softly with a huge smile framed her face.
"Click" a sound accompanied the flash of a camera. Itsuki finally separated his lips from mine. "Arrrggg! Yotsuba!" You complained. This time, you were really angry.