OUR ECLIPSE

So what if he had started to develop a crush for his teacher?

So what if his plan to kick her out backfired?

"Damn you Miyu," the young lad cursed under his breath as his English teacher smiled at her class as they all raised their hands (except him) for a question she had raised.

True, as contrasting to how she was two months back when she started at the school afresh, she had warmed up to the students more. She had also become a counselor to all the girls at various classes who come to her with different kinds of problems (mostly relating to their social life).

Kanata leaned back on his chair, a deadbeat look in his auburn irises, wondering how long he was going to take to make these feelings go away. He knew and kinda hoped it won't take long for it was merely a crush.

"Dude…" he heard Hikarigaoka's whisper to his right, "You've been staring at her for a very long time Saionji…"

An endearing blush crept along the cheeks of the brunet as he abruptly rested his arms on the chair and his face along with.

The blond stuffed his snigger as their teacher chose that exact minute to say almost sarcastically, "Saionji, if it's naptime you want, I suggest you go to the Kindergarten division…"

The entire class broke out laughing, as this time Kanata's face turned an even darker shade of crimson, but this time out of anger.

Chapter 5

The Promise Made That Night

"I hate that woman…" Kanata muttered under his breath, a frown decorating his handsome façade as he sat there at the cafeteria table with his gang, the food before him lying untouched.

The three other guys tried to stifle their grins but of no avail.

After few more minutes of cursing the blonde under his breath, Kanata finally sighed and said, "I hate this… I totally hate this…"

That was it…

As the brunet slowly turned the color of succulent magenta, his three best friends broke out laughing leading the brunet to storm out of the cafeteria in evident anger and obvious embarrassment.

He couldn't understand what was happening to him anymore.

He didn't want this…

…not one bit!

"…ha... I never thought of you as the daring type Mizuki-kun…"

Kanata froze in his steps.

It was the soothing and kinda enticing voice of his English teacher and it was obvious that she was addressing his Math Sensei.

"That's another thing you should know about me…"

Kanata didn't like the way Yamamura-sensei's voice lowered to a whisper. He took a few steps towards the voices and realized that it was coming from the Music Club Room and was a little bit surprised that in his blind anger he had come all the way to the secluded parts of the fourth floor.

Secluded….

"Freakin' shit…!"

He knew that it was unmasked jealousy that was rising along his veins as he stood there, fists clenched and his head bowed, listening to their tender conversations, listening in on their private moments… wondering… wondering why hell was raining down on him.

The next second he ran.

He ran as fast as he could, down the fourth flight of stairs, along the main corridors and still in his indoor shoes, ran out the main building much to the amazement of many of the other students and few teachers. He didn't stop running till he ran out the school and along the roads, into the Saionji Mansion and finally into his room, locking it behind him.

He fell on his bed, face-first, fully dressed and still wearing his school indoor shoes, breathing heavily, and perspiration running along his face and down his neck, practically drenching his pillow.

He vaguely heard the maid knocking on his door, obviously worried.

He threw his mobile across the room when he saw that he was getting repeated calls from his friends from school.

He hated to have to face the truth.

The truth that he was in love…

The truth that he was throwing a tantrum…

Throwing a tantrum cause the girl he liked publically humiliated him…

A tantrum cause she was hugging and kissing and romancing someone else.

Our Eclipse

Kanata lay on his back, thinking…

It was only two entire hours after he stormed out of his school and onto his bed did he realize that it was the thirteenth day of August—the day of his Mother's twelfth death anniversary.

His father had gone to sweep his mother's grave.

And he didn't…

He hadn't gone to do that for all these twelve years…

Kanata sighed as he tried to remember that night of his mother's funeral. All that came to his mind was many hugs and many tears that had drenched that black dress that his father was totally unable to get him into and in the end a nice lady had done it for him.

But other than that, he seldom remembered what happened that night.

And many nights after that…

"Kanata…? You in there…?"

Kanata sighed.

Why is she bothering with him?

He didn't want to respond but before he heard himself say, "Yea…"

She didn't come in and that slightly surprised (and disappointed) Kanata a little bit.

"Are you okay?"

Kanata got to his feet and slowly walked to the door.

"Yes…" he whispered placing his palm gently on the door.

Then silence…

"I want to talk to you…"

His heart thumped.

He didn't know whether he was okay or not with that.

But that didn't stop him from opening the door.

Our Eclipse

Kanata sat at the table in the dining room, his hands stretched to the table, his eyes staring at the table but his ears catching every move that the blonde was making while brewing both of them a hot cup of green tea.

She was yet to mention the reason for calling him out of his room to talk. He couldn't fathom what she wanted to talk about.

"Here…" she said while placing his steaming mug of tea.

She sat opposite him, a thoughtful look in her eyes as she slowly sipped her tea.

He lifted his cup and stared at the steam emitting from it. Before he took his first sip, he asked, "What did you wanna talk about?"

She took an entire minute to respond during which he managed to drain more than half-a-cup of his tea (and surprisingly realized how hungry he was… after all, he had skipped lunch).

"Why do you not go to sweep Aunt Hitomi's grave?"

Kanata stared at her, confused.

"Why do you ask?"

She frowned before replying, "Please do not tackle a question with a question…"

The young brunet started to get annoyed.

"I don't want to…"

"You don't want to answer or you don't want to go to your mom's grave?"

Kanata emptied his cup and got to his feet, "Whateva…"

Miyu was on her feet at once, and with a deadly look in her eyes, she said "Sit down!"

Startled, Kanata sat back down on the chair, blinking.

"You are so stupid Kanata…" she said, her hands on the table, an irritated look in her eyes, "Why do you try to look so tough…?"

"Am not…" he muttered under his breath, leaning back on his chair, his arms crossed.

She sighed and sitting back on her chair said, "You don't have to bottle it all in Kanata…"

Kanata blinked.

"You don't have to bottle it all in Kanata…"

Those words were so familiar… as though from a long forgotten dream.

"Don't you remember the promise I made…?"

Kanata's heart began to race.

"What?"

The blonde smiled.

End Chapter 5

A/N: Well, I hoped that this chapter would be longer but well it's getting harder and harder to find time to write. Am sorry about that… Hopefully updates will be more frequent.

Now, for today's thought—

"I think everybody should get rich and famous and do everything they ever dreamed of so they can see that it's not the answer"

~Jim Carrey