The Affair III: Of Confession and Lessons

"What if I told you... that I... love you?"

I was in trouble.

Sighing, I stared out of the class window, trying to discern what the shadows meant. Some looked like the silhoutte of his face as he was laughing, others made me think of his eyes, glowing in the darkness, filled with... something darker. Somehow this game has gotten out of hand.

And to think that I thought I was in control all this while.

Snorting at my own foolishness and self-righteousness, I continued staring out the window. I needed to run away. Far from this place. Needed to get away. I couldn't see him, I can't face him. Not now, not when he has forgotten the rules, thrown them to the wind.

How could I have allowed this to happen?


"You wanted to see me?"

His voice thick with boredom and slight amusement. Not many teachers would bother with him this way. They would recognise him, or at least his prestigious 'Yukishiro' name. The name of the most powerful man in school. That was always enough to get him out of trouble.

But not this time.

"I'd like to know why you're handing in shoddy work! What is the meaning of this??"

Pointing at the paper in front of me, the immaculate yet messy handwriting sprawled out on the sheet like a disease inhabiting every corner of his work.

"What kind of answer is this??"

It was evident that he held the answers in his brain. He wasn't a stupid nor lazy boy. Far from it. A natural in any field that he applies his mind to, he simply did not find a reason to study, not while he was this brilliant.

"This answer? What's wrong with it ma'am? 'Name one naturally occurring force'."

"Exactly." I bit the word out more forcefully than I intended, but what was I to do? It was obvious that he was baiting me, but being the young and brash teacher that I was, I could not help but want to smack him into submission. I deserved respect dammit!

"I don't see a problem ma'am."

There it was again. That infuriating title that he gave me. To all the other students, they would simply call me 'Miss. Kamiya' but to him, it was always ma'am, as though I was some haughty old geezer. Bristling every so slightly at his degrading moniker for me, I took a deep breath before my temper reared its ugly head.

"Maybe the problem lies in the fact that -your- answer to 'Name one naturally occurring force' is 'Sexual Attraction'??"

Smirking, he inched closer to me, closer than any other student or man has ever done before, closer so that I can smell his natural masculine scent, and feel his breath on my cheek as my own quicken unconciously to his action.

"Well, maybe your problem is that you don't realise that it's the correct answer, ma'am."

Pushing him away from me, I shook my head slowly to dissipate the fog that he placed on it with his close proximity. I refused to allow any student of mine to get an upper hand over me. Especially not a devilish seducer who has not even reached the legal age to consume alcohol.

"Hn." I glared at him, appalled and disapproving of his actions. "Next thing I know, you'll be saying that gyrating bodies is due to the natural pull of gravity and the moon, isn't it?"

Taking one step closer to me, he engulfed my slight form with his larger frame as he stopped his advancement only when he has pushed me against the wall. One muscular yet slim hand shot out from his side to effectively trap me. He bent his head down to meet my shocked eyes with his own gleaming ones.

"Wow, ma'am, I should have known you were so... knowledgeable. It's always the uptight ones most in need of... company, isn't it."


I choked back a giggle at that memory, mostly of the pained shout that reverberated throughout the empty classroom when I kneed him in the groin after that disrespectful, innuendo-filled comment.

"Taught you a lesson, didn't I?" I spoke out to the empty classroom, grinning at that memory of our first encounter.

"You sure did, ma'am. But isn't that your job?"

Whipping my head around, who else was it but him? He always had the uncanny ability to seek me out everytime I'm thinking of him. It's almost as though he could hear my thoughts, delve into my heart and spoke to my soul. -He just knew-.

"Class is long over, what are you doing here?" I was careful to avoid looking at everything else but him. One look in his eyes, just one peek into his orbs and I knew I would be gone. Swept away by the avalanche of emotions that hid beneath his liquid shield.

But he would have none of that.

"Nothing, looking for you."

He casually walked towards me, his book bag slung over his shoulder as he nonchalantly sauntered to my desk, plopping himself on my paper-scattered table, as I grimaced at his closeness.

With him so close, how was I to concentrate from running away?

Concentrate! Focus! You have years of experience and sheer determination over him!

Steeling myself, I looked up at him, fully prepared to battle all the way, to the gory, blood-filled, carcass-piled, corpse-strewned ending if need be.

Concentrate!

He leaned closer to me, as though drinking the sight of me in.

Focus!

A grin tugged at the corner of his lip at the vision of me sitting so rigidly, quite like our first meeting.

You can do it!

Stretching his hand to cup the back of my head, he pulled me in so close I could feel his breath on me. It was as though we were sharing the same air.

You can...

Spellbound, I merely allowed him to do what he wished. He always got his way anyway, it wasn't really...

... do...

...my fault that he was...

...it.

... kissing me.

And so, despite the warning bells sounding out, ringing as though hell itself has risen an army in my mind, I ignored it. How hard was it when someone so gorgeous, so brilliant, so perfect is holding you?

I was in trouble indeed.

~Tsuzuku~

A/N: I hope that this is what you're expecting, the length is decidedly longer, which I hope is to the satisfaction of some reviewers. The next few chapters are going to be a tad angsty, but not as much as my previous stories. This fic started out rather like a joke to me, to be honest. I merely wanted to delve into the relationships between teachers and students, but somehow, it came alive, making me sit up and take it seriously. Can't really be helped, that's why it can be seen ( I hope ) that the tone of the story would end up more serious and darker, matching with the mood and emotions of the characters. As usual, please review, we all know that authors thrive on those more than anything else in the world!

~Haruko