PONT D'AMOUR

New story. I am on a block with the other ones. Sorry. I am, man. I made this a while ago and decided to post it. Angelic Layer is not mine; only few unfamiliar characters are mine

PONT D'AMOUR!

I gotta find a way out

Maybe there's a way out?

Mihara Oujiro was most definitely in a pickle.

This girl intrigued him so, he had caught himself thinking of her in the worst possible situation. Suzuhara Misaki had taken over his heart completely, whether being near her or a town away. But deep down inside, he knew she wouldn't be able to be in his arms. It was too late for hugs and kisses now.

He was going to go. He needed to leave this place. He couldn't live with another woman, knowing full and well Misaki would always have his heart. Forever and ever, like the cliché teenaged story.

He will only be able to watch her smile from the sidelines.

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1 day earlier

"Where's Oujiro? I told him he had to meet his fiancé today and now he's gone missing," an older man tapped his foot impatiently. A woman who seemed older but her appearance wouldn't agree, put her hand on his shoulder for reassurance.

"I told you; he doesn't agree," She chuckled in her sleeve. He looked to her and put his arm on her shoulder, "He's 18 and he needs to experience love like we did," she kissed him on the cheek. "Now bring that girl home, and we'll talk about this later," the lady demanded sternly.

"Oh alright," the old man let his guard down just a tad, "let's think about this over tea," the man smiled.

"Oh okay, Dejo-honey," she turned the opposite direction to prepare their table.

"Ahiko," he sighed to himself, "You're too light on the boy," He looked up to the clear, chandelier-like sky.

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"I snuck away," he whispered to himself with relief. He was not too far from their garden and wished he'd run a bit faster. "I wonder if that girl is still there?" he laughed to himself, "Why do my parents love each other, got to date, and make me marry someone I just met," he gritted his teeth. He moved a bit too much and shuffled.

"Who's there?" He heard a squeak.

"Er?"

"Hmm?" He heard footsteps coming towards him. He stood there, awaiting his exposure. She moved the bushed to see his face. They were eye to eye and he noticed everything about them. They were ocean blue with a hint of soft, easy solar divinity.

"Oujiro-sama!?" She fell back a step. "Oh my! The master was looking for you!" he took her hand and brought her to his lap and whispered in her ear. Her cheeks warmed immediately; she felt his breathing. She felt everything on his chest area. She knew Young Master was a gorgeous man, but she had never felt it.

"I'm avoiding them, Misaki-chan," he tried holding the chuckle, but any strength couldn't possibly defeat her adorable look on her face. She nodded and stood back up, readjusting her dress, acting like she hadn't ever fell. She winked at him and whispered,

"Secret is safe with me," Oujiro was stuck in awe. He wasn't expecting such a situation in his life. Just the way the sun sparkled through the trees, her eyes glowed a marvelous blue, her smile seemed to take a toll on his heart; this was a perfect moment for a cliché waterfall to roar its waves and the wind to dramatize the motion of her hair.

He blushed as she skipped away.

"What was that about? We've known each other for quite a while and I just blushed?" he shook his questions off is shoulders and decided to roam the area. He felt like climbing trees or rather, doing some very un-princely-like things. Playing in the fountain? Going out to a food stand to get food? They all blew up in his mind. He wanted to them all.

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Misaki skipped off in the opposite direction, still blushing because of her last confrontation with Young Master. She smelled his cologne, his clothes, and she even felt his heat from his body. She stopped and shook her head, "I shouldn't ever think that way with Young Master," She clicked her heels. She looked to the side of her and heard a ruffle in the bushes. She was curious. She almost thought it was the prince again, but the shuffle was quite small.

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Oujiro stopped in his steps and hid behind a tree. He heard Misaki's voice asking who it was. He didn't want to see her once again so he could make a fool of himself. Her voice was directed to something else, not the tree he was behind. In fact, she's catching everyone in bushes.

"Oh come here, kiddo," she smiled. He quickly turned his face away before he saw the full blow sunshine. "Here, let me sneak you into my room so I can clean your face and feed you. What's your name?" Oujiro gasped. She wasn't allowed to bring other people into her quarters. What was she thinking? Was she trying to get fired?

He felt like jumping out and taking the boy into his room so she wouldn't get in trouble. Then again, why would I go to such limits? He contemplated to the tree that lay behind him.

"My name is Lars," the child answer quietly. Oujiro barely heard his reply. Misaki took his hand and put her finger to her lips and chuckled.

"I'll keep you safe from getting caught," she reassured him. The child smiled for the first time and Misaki's eyes softened.

He saw it again. The waves crashing in her eyes; the gentleness wrapped around her face brought everyone to her. Who could hate her? Oujiro began to feel heat rise to his face. Not again, he mourned. "How many times will you amaze me?" he asked the sky.

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"Oh, we have to be sneaky, Lars. I'm not aloud to have other people in my quarters," she looked around.

"Why are you going through such limits?" The boy looked into her eyes. His eyes were gray with dashes of spicy green. He had dirt underneath his eyes and on his cheeks. Anyone could tell the boy did not have a stable household.

She wiped his face and chuckled, "I had to go through the same thing. Then a boy saved me and his family brought me into work. They didn't put me into vigorous labor, but I worked among the other maids and was saved," She brought up a joyful memory.

"You're going to save me?" Misaki frowned.

"I'm going to give you some money to help you get a meal later for you and whoever needs it," She set the towel down for a minute, "I can't save you like he did with me," The boy smiled once again.

"Thank you so much, maid-sama," He hugged her neck.

"Call me, Misaki-chan-," she heard her name at the door.

"Misaki-chan!" Oujiro came running through the door.

"Oujiro-sama," she hid the boy behind her, "W-why are you here?" She felt like dying.

"Give me the boy," Oujiro demanded quickly.

"Don't take him; it's not his fault-," Oujiro came closer to her, "Please don't,"

"I'm not turning him in. I'm going to ask dad about how he can work," Misaki's heart lifted to the sky. She ran to Oujiro and hugged his neck tightly. He was taken back, "Misaki-chan-"

"Oh thank you so much, Oujiro-sama," She sang. She quickly realized her position and stumbled off of his shoulders. Both their faces were beet red and Misaki stepped back dozen of spaces.

"Misaki-san, thanks so much," Lars nodded.

"Don't you have any other family?" the child shook his head.

"My little sister was all I had and she turned into an angel," Misaki felt her flying heart drop to the heartless marble floor. But Lars grinned. No wincing. No tears. He moved on smoothly. He was a strong kid.

"Come," Lars took Oujiro's hand and smiled to Misaki.

"I'll be saved like you did," Oujiro blushed remembering.

"Yep, by the same person too!" She waved simultaneously while walking them out. She smiled as she watched his back get small. "Bye, Oujiro-sama. You'll be in trouble when you get home too," She laughed to herself.

He lifted his hand and did a lazy wave and stated, "Oh I know," He laughed to the air. He turned around to se her face. He winked. "I'm blaming it on you," She stomped her foot and pouted.

"You wouldn't!" he smirked. She stuck her tongue out, "You're lucky you're a prince," she closed her door. He frowned and turned back around. Her adorable, pouting face came to.

"Lucky, huh?" he whispered. Lars looked up to him and opened his mouth for a question.

"How old were yo two when you guys met," Oujiro looked down to the boy and grinned.

"I just turned 8 and she was 7. I saw her a couple of times. The older maids kept her a secret and fed her. They even bathed her. I decided we needn't to sneak anymore and asked my parents to take her in," He smiled.

"Oh wonderful; I hope the same case for me, Oujiro-sama," he turned to look forward. "How you are you two now?"

"18 and 17," he thought of the years, "10 years ago," he sighed, "Lars,"

"Yes?"

"Take care of Misaki," Oujiro's eyes were hidden beneath his bangs, "Don't let anything hurt her," Lars was confused. He wanted to know why the situation had gotten so serious and why he couldn't do it himself. He would love to do it. He will. What was Oujiro thinking? Ah. Lars figured it out.

"You plan on leaving to somewhere?" Oujiro's eyes widened. How could a child like him figure out something I've been planning forever? Oujiro was stuck.

Mihara Oujiro was most definitely in a pickle.

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I like it so far. Pont D'Amour means "Bridge of Love," in French. Reviews are lovely! Hope you enjoyed it!

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