Gotta Be You Trilogy (BoyXBoy/Yaoi)

Chasing Mitsuki 1: The Chase Starts

"No.. No.. No!" 

Ryuu woke up panting. Sweat was all over his tired face. The thought of Mitsuki on his dream was a complete shock. He immediately cupped his cheeks with both of his hands. It was very vivid. He was the one who made Mitsuki miserable that time. And until now, he was bugged by his conscience. A few panting and when he got himself slightly recovered, he then leaned to his bed and grabbed his bedsheets. Six years had passed and still, he loved Mitsuki. 

How many days had gone to waste before he knew that the one he loved would move out of the country? He had lost more than a thousand opportunities to explain himself and prove to him that what he said that night was just a lie. He never gave him the chance to talk..actually, he never gave himself the chance to talk to him. He was right. He was that stupid to let him go. 

"You'll regret this."

"Mitsuki.." He whispered. Every second without him was a living torment. He was slapped by the reality that he might not come back. Six years.. He wasted six years. He knew that a single 'It's not true, I still love you' would make Mitsuki run back to him. But unfortunately, he never did that. All he did was to look back at his stern gazes. he thought that woiuld be the end of everything..he was wrong. 

The sudden ringing of his alarm clock startled him from reminiscing the past. He then stood up, eyes pinned down to the floor as his feet went its' way to the kitchen. He then made himself breakfast: a cup of coffee, bread and some butter. After he ate his food, he went to the shower room and did his daily bath. His silence broke when the water from the shower started splashing down his head. He could still remember the time they made love in this place.. It was pure serenity. His lips nibbling his, the warmth of his tongue exploring the insides of his mouth, the tight but gentle grip on his left hand while his right hand explored from his nipples down to his manhood. His breath touching his nape, whispering loving words.. He could still feel his touch lingering down his skin. He tilted his head, and sighed. He knew he wouldn't experience that again.. Not this time.. not until he finished looking for him. 

He then turned off the shower and wrapped himself with Mitsuki's towel. Until now he haven't returned his towel. He bought it for him but after the unexpected break-up, he left it at his doorstep. It still has the other's scent. Very manly. 

After he went out of the shower, he immediately opened his cabinet and he grabbed one of his uniforms. He wore it, along with his undergarments and pants and immediately left his apartment. 

Holding his books, he made his way to the bus stop. Yes, he was a teacher and Mitsuki was once his student. Funny, right? He fell in love with his student. But he immediately broke him up. After a few months of this and that, he decided to cut the strings between them. A loud beep interrupted him again and unfortunately, the bus he was used to ride to was now leaving. 

"Shit!" He muttered. If not for the kid he won't lose that ride. There was one option he wouldn't rather choose but he needed to: the subway. He ran as fast as he could because in any minute the train would go to that station. 

"Hey!" The stranger shouted as he bumped his shoulder to the other. "Watch where you're going!" 

"I'm sorry!" He replied. He then ran his ass off to the ticketing station and made his way to the waiting area.

"Hooh." He panted heavily. Now that's what he called intensive exercise. He then checked his watch to look for the arrival time. He was a few minutes early. Sitting down in one of the benches, he looked at the vacant benches on his side. They were always there whenever Mitsuki would go to his house and spend the night with him. He would hold his hand and hid it with his sports bag. He would always see his smile as he do that. Now, the gaps between his fingers aren't filled with Mitsuki's. Only his books. 

As the train approached, he stood up and waited for the doors to open. Good thing the train was half full even though it was rush hour. he then stood up at the middle of the train, and watched the scenery outside move as the train made its way to the next station. 

"Approaching, Takahara station." The voice prompt informed everyone. He then fixed his uniform and as the train stopped to the station, he immediately went out and looked for the nearest exit near his school. 

He took the stairs instead of the elevator, because he was claustrophobic. After a few minutes of jogging here and there, he made his way out of the subway. 

He did a few turns and stops until he saw the academy he was working into. He then was greeted by the class president as he made his way to the faculty room. 

"Ohayo, Ohara-sensei!" 

He then greeted back with a smile. "Ohayo. How's the class?" 

The class rep's smile faded as it turned into a grunt. "Still the same, sensei. They're a pain in the ass." She sighed. "They won't even follow me! I was called by the vice principal and I was given a sanction because of that!" 

He then nodded and fixed his folders as they went approaching the room. "Let me fix that later. Go to your class, don't mention you told this to me. Act like a normal student and I'll be the one to talk to them." 

The girl smiled. She knew what would happen. As she nodded, she went her way back to their room, while on the other hand, he grabbed some chalk and his workbook from his table and immediately went to his first class. 

/after a few hours/ 

Ryuuichiro found himself in the corner, watching the offenders squatting and crying in front of him. While waiting for the class rep to inform him about revoking the sanction, he made himself free by watching some of his students almost cried because of pain. 

A student raised his hand and sniffed before he said his piece. "Sensei.. I can't do this anymo--" 

"You shut up, Kozuke." He interrupted him with stern eyes. "Not unless Kaiya-san's sanction has lifted, you'll be still in that position. Understand?" He raised his head, a sign of superiority. 

"H-hai." Kozuke sighed in defeat. A few minutes after, a happy Kaiya-san showed up in the door. 

"Sensei, the sanction has been lifted!" She informed them. He then waved his hand, giving a signal to the offenders to take a rest. "Sensei, you just have to sign this out. And by the way, Sensei, the Principal was calling you." 

"For what?" He muttered while clicking his pen to sign the paper. 

"I don't know, Sensei." 

He waved again his hand and smiled at the other. "It's okay. I'll talk to them. You mau go now.." He then averted his gaze from the class rep to the offenders. "And you, get out of this room already if you want to live." 

The gang straightened up and ran as fast as they could. He was left woth the class rep, giggling. 

"Shall we?" He stood up. Man, that was a long day for him. "You stil need to pass that, right?" He pointed the papers. 

"Yes, Sensei." Kaiya nodded. 

As they went to the principal's office, they talked about some personal matters first before they parted ways. He knew that Kozuke has a liking on Kaiya, but was too shy to be rejected. He was that close to his students. Even though they receive a major sanction from him, they don't tell it to everyone. They knew him right from the start. He was a loving but disciplined teacher. 

As the other waved goodbye to him, he then switched his direction to the Principal's office, knocked three times, and opened the door. 

"Hi, Princi--" his sunny attitude faded away. The man he was fruitlessly searching was sitting at the sofa, talking to the Principal. His heartbeat went faster than the usual. His eyes widened, and he could feel his mouth open in shock. Mitsuki was right in front of him..looking at him with the same expression on his face. 

"Ah, Ohara-sensei! Come in!" The principal greeted him. "Remember Aikawa Mitsuki? The one you handled a few years.. Wait.. How many years did it passed already?" 

"Six years." They answered in unison. Their faces went back to the same reaction: shock was written all over their features. 

"O-o-oh! Yes! Six years! Oh well, Ohara-sensei, he will be teaching here, too." The principal informed cheerfully. 

Well, that was a shot to the heart.