Our Eclipse

Our little plan to get that damn blonde kicked out of school was not working too well, if I say so myself. I still have to wake up to the sound of her exiting the house to go to her work as the English Sensei to my School.

Ever since I heard that she might be going out with Yamamura-sensei, I realized that the plan was a total run down. Yamamura-sensei was the kinda guy whom any girl would fall for and the kinda guy who can make her happy. Many guys go to him for advice and there are even more guys who are close with him cause he treats them as equals.

For me, he's just a teacher I like cause he makes Math fun.

But now cause of him, our plan to make Kouzuki fall for me and get kicked out of school because of indiscriminate behavior and of having a relationship with a student was spoiled. Now, she's never going to leave this school since she scored the ideal boyfriend—Mizuki Yamamura.

I felt like I lost an important match.

I felt empty for some reason.

I felt hurt for reasons I can never decipher.

I hate this!

Chapter 4

When the Student Becomes The Teacher

"Bon appétit," she said cheerfully as she took her seat opposite mine, that Friday night.

The whole house was empty except for the two of us. My dad was gone for the weekend to some important conference to be held in Kyushu and all the servants had been dismissed for the weekend as well since "somebody" wanted to do their share of housework for letting her stay at the Mansion free of cost.

She even made dinner.

I looked down and saw that it was…

"Ramen…?" I asked, almost annoyed.

She pouted a little but didn't reply. She continued with her dinner whilst I continued to stare at her, my irritation obviously evident in my eyes.

It was a Friday night for god sake.

I got to my feet without touching my food and pulling out my mobile, dialed Hikarigaoka's number. I walked out of the kitchen, my phone to my ear.

But before he even picked up the call, I heard the chair behind me move and turned to see that she had gotten to her feet as well and started to clean up, even though I was certain that she had not but one mouthful of her own cooking.

"What..?" I asked, closing my mobile with a snap, "can't handle your own cooking?"

She didn't reply.

And that irritated me.

I cocked my head sideways and asked, "are you gonna ignore me or what?"

She looked up at me, her face blank but her eyes telling a story of their own.

"None of your business," she snapped and left halfway from cleaning the table.

"Yo!" I called out to her as she continued walking towards her room, "you left a spot!"

The sharp snap of her door closing was what I got for a reply.

I sighed.

Oddly, I felt empty.

I eyed the two bowls of ramen still standing near the sink for in her hurry she hadn't emptied the contents. My mobile rang and the voice of Hikarigaoka greeted my already aggravated self.

"Hey… why you called? Any problem..?"

I sighed and muttered, "Nah… it's nothing…"

Our Eclipse

Miyu exited her room, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail and wearing a knee-length midnight black dress. Her stomach growled but she had to hold on till she reaches that English restaurant that Mizuki mentioned on the phone.

Thinking about Mizuki, make color appear along her already slightly pink cheeks but she tried to brush it away with a vigorous shake of her head.

"Where are you headed?"

Miyu stopped and took a deep breath before snapping at the brunet who was leaning against his doorsill, "that's none of your concern…"

"Guessing from that outfit and your heels," he gave her a calculating glance starting from her head right down to her black heels, "Dine 'n Dance?"

Miyu fumed in anger, mostly because he obviously figured out the place where Mizuki had suggested.

She tried to move past him but the heels being new for her, she tripped and fell. Though being an adult, Miyu knew that she tends to break down during nervous situations, especially when she's alone.

But now, even though he was here, (not to mention that he was her student), her eyes started to tear up as she realized that she was going to make a fool of herself in that dance-floor when Mizuki asks her for a dance and if she refuses, he's going to think that she's not interested in him.

"You're hopeless," she heard the brat's voice as he kneeled before her and put out a hand for her.

She looked at his handsome face, wondering how this kid looks more of an adult than her at the moment. Nonetheless, she took his hand and was caught a little off-guard by its warmth.

"Come here…" he muttered and gently dragged her into his room.

She was getting more shocked with every passing minute as she was completely thrown away at how neat his room was and she knew for a fact that he prohibits maids from entering it even to clean.

She was also surprised at how huge his room was (with his own high-tech audio system with woofer speakers) compared to her own.

"Wha-what are you doing?" she asked, her voice cracking as he turned on the stereo with the hand that was not holding hers and pressing a series of buttons landed on a slow tune.

"For a change," he said and with one swift movement, pulled her closer, his other hand now finding its way to her hip and whispered with his face inches away from hers, "I'm going to be teaching you…"

As the tune echoed around the room, the two fell silent and Miyu felt herself move to the music, following his lead.

It seemed easy, to do this, whilst in his arms.

Before they knew it, they were so close that Miyu could practically feel his heartbeat.

"Don't try too much," he whispered, "just move with the music and let him lead you…"

Miyu nodded lightly.

A few minutes passed as the two danced, lost in each other's thoughts.

Suddenly as though realizing what they were doing, Kanata broke away from her. He looked completely flushed as he strolled over to his window and pulled away the curtains.

Miyu stood there for an entire minute, wondering if something was wrong. True, she was happy and little bit fuzzy inside.

But she had no idea that the brunet was going through an unknown kinda elatedness ripping through his heart, making his mind completely blank and devoid of any other thoughts but of the blonde.

It was maddening.

"Are you okay…?"

He closed his eyes tight and gripped the window sill with such a force that he felt his palms sting.

Miyu stood there, blinking and wondering what went wrong.

She gasped when she realized that she was already ten minutes late for her date.

"Shit!" she gasped, "I'm late…"

She was about to exit the room but with an afterthought, she walked towards the young brunet and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Kanata…?" she called tenderly.

Kanata slowly turned his face to meet hers, although nervous as hell inside but his face betraying none of those emotions.

"Thanks," she said lightly and gave him a soft peck on his cheek and started to exit his room, her spirits high as she was going to see Yamamura again the same day.

Long after she was gone, Kanata fell on his bed backwards.

A millions thoughts were rushing through his head.

But one thought was constant.

He picked up his phone, dialed a number and after they picked up at the other side, said, "Shall we call it off…?"

End Chapter 4