I will Tell you my Feelings!! Utakata X Hotaru (TeacherXStudent)

Chapter 1

Hope you like it...this story isn't original mine...but I decided too continue it...I also have five more stories but I'm just fixing the grammar...sorry for talking so much hope u in joy the story

ps: if u don't know anime watch "Naruto", "Bleach" and "Kyoukai no Kanata (Beyond the boundary).

pps: Sensei" means Teacher.
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Utakata was a simple man and didn't need much in his life beyond fresh air, the happiness of his student, and a good nap. And needless to say, he wasn't pleased when all three were disrupted.

He could smell the salt from her tears—it awakened him from his daytime slumber, the sound of her breathing, heavy not from her training but heavy from her heart. His honey golden eyes snapped open, nimble self immediately crouching by her kneeling body.

"Hotaru?" he asked simply, as always a man cheap with words.

Said girl was sitting on her splayed knees, face down toward the lush grass that one of her hands had ripped off the ground, green blades of confetti sprinkled over one of her fair thighs.

He waited for her to speak, refraining from asking her what was wrong in words aloud.

These days, she knew he had ears for only her.

"Shishou, for so long, I've been trying to figure out my feelings for you," she said suddenly, half in a hushed whimper, frightened that the words were spilling out of her without censor.

He knew he wasn't going to be looking forward to what she had to say, but not even his nomadic nature could lift his feet from the ground. He was still as the mountain where they had first met, eye contact as rigid on her aquamarine irises as the amber of his own.

"I've toyed with all the scenarios already," she continued, frail voice strong.

"I love you as my sensei, my master; you've taught me everything that I know. But that wouldn't do because you've done more than just spread your wisdom.

"I love you as a father; you've created and inspired who I am to this day. I love you as a brother; your guidance and care has supported me through all the hard times I've experienced.

"But loving you as either is irrelevant—if I loved you as family, then I wouldn't feel so ashamed of my feelings for you."

Her hands were clenched together at her lap, shoulders caved in, eyes squeezed shut before she concluded:

"I love you in so many ways that I can't sort myself out!"

He didn't know what to respond to this.

"I know we're years apart," she admitted to him, but still wrapped in her emotions and unheeding to the difference.

Eight to be exact, he calculated quickly. Last he heard she was just turning 19, and he was well on his way to 27...or maybe 28?—he barely remembered.

"And I know that it's completely unheard of and forbidden..."

He wouldn't allow it anyway, he thought to himself.

"But I just...I just want to give everything to you, shishou!"

And here her striking green-blue—kami, he could never figure out exactly what color—eyes fixated directly on him. He could see his own adored reflection in the deep ocean pools, noticing the ripe blush of her sakura cheeks, the purse of her fully developed lips, and the light angle of her upward-tilted and beckoning jaw.

She seemed to be opening herself to receiving, but at the end, she was the one that initiated; her tender hand smoothing the black bangs from the shaded side of his face, and her lips leaning in to crush against his.

Even while holding him under closed eyes, she knew his expressionless golden eyes were not shut.

She chose to ignore this and pressed in the remainder of her passion before reminding herself that she had to take breath.

"I-is that...okay with you?" asked she, hovering over his mouth, upon falling backwards from a kiss she had wished much too long on the stars for.

She could tell he was holding back his stuttering tongue, and she could feel a small breeze lift over her eyelashes as he slowly withdrew.

"Give me a moment," he replied finally, after many beats.

But the moment was an eternity, and the answer never came.

Hotaru had heard once that a man chose a weapon that was like himself, and she could see no better example of the truth of that old proverb than here.

He was just like the bubble at the end of his pipe, drifting away on the inexplicable whims of the wind.

She'd reach out to him—

But he would collapse right at even the gentlest caress of her fingertips.
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Awesome101: so what did u think I feel in love with this story...I'm going to let u in on a secret I don't know why I just love forbidden story's...and I'm in love with Teacher Student relationship I don't know...it sometimes makes me think of one of my teachers Gross Just thinking about it makes me puke!!...I guess the gym teacher is okay but no!! I like reading other people story's because there so real it makes u feel like you actually there...I know I'm very talkative sorry about that but don't worry this week in putting five stories out there