MARRIAGE~!
||~A KAICHOU WA MAIDO SAMA FANFIC~||
As seen on Yuki Furukawa Sensei's page: "An announcement regarding the series' special tankoubon release titled 'Kaichou Wa Maid-Sama! Marriage', a compilation of its special chapters, including special Drama CD, which will be on sale on August 3rd."
This makes me insanely happy, in honour of which I have decided to write this short story filled with sweet moments from the married life of Misaki and Takumi. All of my stories are insanely fucked up right now, all characters are having a really bad time, so I thought that this will be a nice change!
This story follows the same storyline as my stories "Toothache" and "The England Diaries" please give it the same love as the previous two hits!
||~MISS KIREI~||
"Are you home?" Came a voice from inside the house as soon as she unlocked the doors using her set of keys. She was greeted with a very beautiful yet funny sight. He stood with wide arms, asking her to come to him right away, after all—it had been so long since they both had seen each other. But Misaki chose to take off her shoes and to place them properly. She completely ignored the puppy dog face her husband made and went forward to put down her purse and laptop properly. She could sense the frown on her husband's face, which caused her to chuckle.
"Isn't this cruel now. Six months away and I don't even get a hug for being good." Takumi said as he followed her inside and sighed. Misaki laughed as she saw him properly now—wearing a childish apron over a perfectly ironed shirt and tie, he was totally something else.
"Stop being over-dramatic." She said as she stood next to him, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks when she noticed his gaze on her lips. "What were you cooking?"
"Ouch," Takumi held the spatula to his chest, "My chest hurts. My wife saw me after so long and the first thing she asks me is what's for dinner." He moved his head disapprovingly, "It seems that our roles are reversed now—I'm the caring wife and you're the cruel husband. Tch, as expected of Misa-chan."
"When are you going to stop calling me that, Takumi-sa-ma?" Misaki mocked him in a sing-song voice that Yukimura's sister used to call him.
"Tch," Takumi sighed as he took off the apron. He held her wrist and looked at her.
The blood in her veins took no time to reach her face and ears. Misaki's heart pounded when she looked at him. Takumi's looks improved immensely over the years—since the time he started wearing formal clothes, instead of the usual t-shirt and denim. He was still the perverted outer space alien as before though, he was just more perverted than ever now.
He touched the ends of Misaki's ear-length hair and smelled them. She felt the urge to kick him away as always, but it was his embrace that made her melt right in his arms. She put her arms around him and hugged him tight as he placed a chaste kiss in her hair.
"Hi," He said quietly, Misaki smiled as she kissed his cheek, "Hi."
"How are you doing, diplomat-sensei?" He asked as he picked her up and walked inside. Misaki's heart pounded in her chest when he set her down on the kitchen counter. "I'm okay." She managed to say. "How about you, doctor Takumi-san?" she smiled as she touched the collars of his shirt, fidgeting with the buttons, unhooking it in the process.
"I must say, I've been lonely, very—" He said as he leaned towards her, his hands were on either side of her, placed on the kitchen counter. Misaki looked at the sleeves of his shirt.
"So have I,`" Misaki said when Takumi started to pour wine in two glasses, he stopped pouring for a second when he heard her. He chuckled, "I find that hard to believe, sensei. You're a strong, and independent woman. It's me who needs Ayuzawa to live off, y'know?" He said with a sincere smile as he drank the contents of his glass in one shot—briefly remembering the painfully lonely nights he spent without her.
"Appearances can be deceptive." Misaki said, "I'm just a plain girl, and you're a really good looking doctor. I'm sure the girls at the hospital have a hard time keeping their hands off you." She joked as she took her own glass, the one with the lesser wine—because of her alcohol tolerance. He looked at her with a shocked expression on his face, then laughed.
"Well to tell you the truth, I don't really stop them from being all over me." He said in a boastful voice, Misaki's eyes widened at that. "But I promise them to give them shots if they touch me. That's my only condition." He smirked, and Misaki imagined how people would have run away in the given scenario, and she probably would too.
"Will you give me the shots too?" She asked, when she traced her hand on his chest, blush deepening every second, "If I put my hands on you?"
He pretended to think hard, and smirked, "It will be a love shot then." he winked as he gave her a kiss.