A/N: First story in this category but after watching Maid Sama! for the second time and starting to read the manga I had to post this story. I love their romance but I also like angst. So this will have a bit of both in it. This is a Usui and Masaki story, because lets face it, they're meant to be together. But because this is AU, there will be differences from the manga/anime. I also haven't finished reading the manga so therefore, there will be different outcomes to certain things and different events that will occur and relationships. I hope you enjoy, please read and review and tell me what you think :)

Unexpected Circumstance

Chapter 1

Misaki looked down at the small insignificant piece of plastic that was taking a hold of her life. How could something so little be so destructive?

But alas, it wasn't the stick's fault. It was hers. Her's and Usui's.

Tears began to form at the corners of her eyes, just thinking about the ramifications of the results of her pregnancy test. She looked up at the mirror and realised just what sort of state she was in. She was wearing a tank top and her pajama shorts, her hair was messy and her eyes were turning red as the tears began to fall down her cheeks.

It was messed up; she was messed up.

She was pregnant and there was nothing she could do about it. Should she tell her mother and Suzuna? Should she tell Sakura and Shizuko?

Should she tell Takumi?

Of course she had to tell him...but it had been a while since she'd heard from Usui. It had been about two months since he left for England and his texts had just suddenly stopped last week.

Misaki turned and leaned against the counter; sliding down to the ground slowly with her head in her hands as she succumbed to her tears. Everything was wrong. She was only just in her last year at school and she was supposed to go to University.

And Usui, oh Usui. He was in England and had things going on that would shape his life forever. He was the illegitimate son of Patricia Walker of the prestigious English Walker family. How could she burden him like this?

Misaki shook her head, wiping her tears away. She had to do this, she had to tell him. He had a right to know and she always did what was right. Even if his family didn't allow him to have contact with her and their child and even if he didn't want to, at least she'd done the right thing.

She didn't want their money or their help. In fact, she refused to get help from anyone, apart from her family and not in a financial capacity.

OOO-OOO

Misaki found herself outside Miyabigaoka High School two weeks later. She looked up at the magnificent building that always left her in awe and wondered what she was doing here. Could she really ask the manipulative, bordering on rapist, Igarashi Tora, for help?

Her eyes fell to the ground as she thought about her options. She knew that Tora had connections but at what cost? She gripped her school skirt, anxious about what she was about to do.

"Miss Ayuzawa?" asked a male voice above her.

Misaki looked up at the top of the stairs to see Kanade Maki standing there, staring down at her. Her eyes widened in surprise. But of course they would know she was here already.

"The president is expecting you," said Maki.

Well she couldn't go back now, she had to ask Tora for help.

Misaki was so deep in thought that she didn't realise she'd been guided and was already standing outside Igarashi Tora's office. Or more, his lounge where he liked to try to seduce unwilling girls.

Maki bowed as he opened the door for her. She nodded slightly at him before striding in to see Tora sitting at his desk, a sly smirk upon his lips. He was in his usual Miyabigaoka school uniform and had his elbows sitting on his chair rests; his hands linked together professionally.

"What brings you to Miyabigaoka High School, Misa-chan?" he asked in a seemingly innocent way, however, his dig at her by using her 'maid' name from Maid Latte was an indicator that he was still indeed the sly snake she knew he was.

She heard the doors close shut behind her which made her feel uneasy, seeing how the last time she was here and that happened, Tora had the doors locked and blocked by his lackies.

Misaki walked until she was standing but a metre away from his desk. She was clearly anxious and Tora could see that.

"I-I need your help," she spoke softly, not looking into his eyes and instead choosing to look at something inanimate on his desk.

Tora's eyes widened in clear surprise. He was not expecting that. He'd originally thought she'd come to insult him about something he'd done or about something one of his fellow students had done to a Seika High School student.

But no, this was better.

His lips fell into the smirk he'd originally had when she'd walked into the room.

"Help? From me?" he asked as he pushed himself out from the desk and walked slowly around the desk to stand in front of Misaki.

Ever since he'd found her so interesting a year or so ago, he hadn't stopped thinking about her. She was truly amazing and didn't care about his status or looks - in fact, she cared very little about him.

He'd had practically every girl under the sun, but none of them compared to the girl standing in front of him. She was beautiful, cunning, strong and almost untouchable. Well, that was until Usui left for England.

"The strong Miss Ayuzawa wanting help from the great Tora? I didn't think this phenomenon would ever happen but here we are," said Tora as he closed the gap between them and grabbed her chin.

Misaki gasped at the sudden touch and tried to move away but he used his other hand to grip her upper arm tightly. His golden orbs reached into her very soul as he playfully moved his lips toward hers. He was feeling elated because this was the first time he could get close to her without Usui grabbing her away from him.

"I need to see Usui," she blurted out, hoping it would deter his advances.

This stopped Tora in his tracks as he let go of her but didn't step back. Instead he sneered down at her and narrowed his eyes.

"And why do you think I would help you with that?" he snapped.

Misaki pursed her lips, stepped back out of his grip and finally met his gaze.

"I need to see him. I haven't heard from him for three weeks," she said, trying to keep her voice calm and level but she was getting desperate.

Tora frowned. "Why?"

"Because I want to see him-"

"And you mistake me for someone who cares," he said flippantly, awaiting her response.

There was something she wasn't saying and he wanted to know what. Call it curiosity.

Misaki gripped her skirt again, scrunching it up in her hand nervously. She couldn't tell him the real reason otherwise he'd never help her.

"P-please, Tora," she said weakly as her eyes fell to the ground again. This wasn't her. She didn't plead but Tora was her only hope of seeing Takumi any time soon.

Tora smiled. She was clearly desperate, but why? Misaki wasn't going to tell him, that much was clear. Maybe he would find out if he went with her.

"I'll organise it. A few conditions though," said Tora. "I'll go with you and...I want you, Misa-chan."

Misaki's eyes widened in horror and as she opened her mouth to tell him 'no' he held up his hand and spoke.

"But we both know you won't agree to that. Instead, I'll let you know on the way if I have any other conditions," he said his eyes practically glowing in anticipation of this adventure they were about to embark on.

She took a breath and nodded with a smile smile, grateful that he was helping her. For what purpose, she'll never know.

It wasn't ideal that Igarashi Tora was going to travel with her but she couldn't say no. If she had to put up with his snide, crude comments and sly face she would do it. For Takumi.

OOO-OOO

On the plane three weeks later (as it was the school holidays now), Misaki was sleeping soundly, finally. After her thoughts were going wild about how she was going to tell Takumi about her 'situation'. What would he say? How would he react? After the first few hours of tribulation, she fell asleep.

There had been little interaction between Tora and Misaki since they got on the plane. They were in first class, of course. The future head of the Igarashi Financial Company did not fly anything below first class.

They sat next to each other, however, there was a gap between seats as they reclined for comfort for overseas trips.

One of Misaki's hands rested underneath her head which was sitting on the chair arm, her long brown locks of hair cascaded down it and her legs were curled up tightly underneath her. His eyes did an appreciative once over of her body. Misaki really was a vision, even in her plain, cheap clothing. Today she wore tight denim jeans and a light blue short sleeve t-shirt. As his eyes landed on her stomach, he noticed her other hand resting there protectively.

It was strange and looked a bit awkward. Surely it wasn't comfortable but it was clearly an instinctive thing to do since she was sleeping. He'd be lying if he said it didn't irk him and so he made a special note to observe everything about her from now on.

For now, he simply pulled off his jacket and placed it over her body since she seemed to be cold, which was evident from the goosebumps forming over her skin. As he stood over her he noticed the placid expression on her face.

His eyes softened slightly. If only she was his. But she wasn't. She belonged to Usui Takumi.

OOO-OOO

They were almost there. She sat quietly in the limousine awkwardly looking out the window since all Tora did was stare at her. She wondered absently about why Tora hadn't made move on her yet.

But that wasn't the only thing on her mind. Her hand went to her stomach as her thoughts drifted to the new life that was now inside of her.

Golden orbs scrutinized Misaki's every move and it was then that Tora finally noticed something. Misaki was wearing a form fitting dress, one that he bought for her so she could at least look respectable upon meeting Takumi and possibly his family, and it was just now that he noticed that Misaki in fact had more of a belly than usual. It was a very small change, but it was noticeable to him.

Usually he would just put that to gaining weight. He did hate an overweight woman, but that wasn't it.

His eyes travelled to the rest of her body, which to his careful examination appeared to be as it always was. Slender, beautiful...normal.

But it couldn't be...she couldn't be...

"So," said Tora with sly smile. "You slept with Usui."

Misaki gasped in shock and snapped her head to look at him. Her cheeks began to tint red at the memory of it.

"Excuse me?!" she exclaimed incredulously, gripping the limousine seat tightly, hoping against hope that Tora was just being a dick like usual; trying to get a reaction out of her like he always did.

Tora smirked and got up slightly, ducking his head to avoid the roof and sat himself beside her closely.

Misaki recoiled and backed herself as far as she could toward the corner, but Tora only moved closer.

"I wondered about why you wanted to come here so desperately. It wasn't just that you wanted to see him because you missed him, was it?" he said, his eyes boring into her own with the intent to get her to admit that he was right.

"If you think your words are getting to me, you're wrong. Why do you always do this?" she exclaimed angrily, pushing him away.

However he grabbed her small fists and slammed them to her side. She couldn't get the right angle to push him away with her feet so she stopped struggling and instead decided to glare at him with clear disdain.

Tora let one go and put his palm to her stomach.

Misaki drew in a breath in shock.

"Get your hand off me!" she exclaimed as she grabbed it but it wouldn't budge.

"Sweetheart, you can't fool me," Tora said softly, leaning over into her ear. "I'll just have a private investigator track your every move and I'll find out the truth myself."

She shook her head angrily. "Why...why would you do that?"

Tora removed his hand and sat back a bit to study her, as he'd been doing since the plane.

"Because you interest me. With child or not," he said, his face serious.

Misaki stared at him before relaxing a little. She refused to have to watch her back wondering if someone was following her.

"I-we...before he left-"

"I get the picture. And yet he still left you in Japan?" asked Tora but it was more of a statement.

Misaki sighed. "He had to go, he had no reason not to. I wasn't going to ask him to stay, not when he has a chance to be legitimized. I'm sure that's what he wants," she said monotonously, as if rehearsed.

Tora smiled. "I'm sure it is. So he wants that more than he wants you?"

And there was the reason why she would never ever succumb to Igarashi Tora. His poisonous words were enough to turn anyone off.

"Why are you here, Tora?" she asked angrily, her brown eyes blistering with rage. "What do you want?! Why did you help me, really?"

Suddenly the car came to a stop outside a rather large mansion. The car had stopped outside the porch area.

Misaki waited for Tora's answer not caring that the limousine had stopped.

"Shall we go?" he said with a smirk.

"No. Answer me," said Misaki angrily. "If you knew, why help me?"

Tora looked at her and as the driver opened the door next to her, waiting for her to get out, he spoke softly "You'll see."

OOO-OOO

The foyer itself was huge. The floor boards were neatly polished and a small table with some colourful flowers sat decorating the middle area of the foyer. A few marble statues lined the walls and many portraits of people whom of course had to be royalty in some way were hung in various places around the foyer. Then there was a marble stair case leading up to a second floor.

A door in one of the top rooms opened and footsteps were heard moving closer until she saw him.

Takumi Usui or as it was revealed - Takumi Walker.

"M-Misaki?" he said slowly, awed at how beautiful she was. It always stunned him, however now was not the time for such thoughts.

He walked down the steps quickly and finally realised that Igarashi Tora was here too. His eyes narrowed at the sight; just how close was he going to stand next to Misaki?

A smile was on her lips and then she ran forward and jumped up wrapping her arms around his neck. He grabbed her backside to hold her in this position closely as they hugged.

He'd missed her. If only he could stay with her.

His brother's words echoed in his head and they weren't just words, they were underlying threats. He looked to Tora and narrowed his eyes and let Misaki down.

"I was surprised to hear that you came all this way for a stalker alien," he said jokingly, looking down into her brown eyes. Stop it. Just do what needs to be done.

Misaki looked up at him and pushed him against the chest with an open hand, lightly. Of course he didn't budge.

"Me too. But I-"

"This is the infamous Misaki Ayuzawa," said a deep voice from the top of the stairs.

All three of them looked up to see a man with dark blue hair walk down the stairs slowly; his light blue eyes trained on Misaki. He wore a dark grey suit with a black tie, it was expensive looking so he must be a part of Takumi's family, Misaki surmised.

She looked from the man walking toward them to Takumi. Takumi's jaw tightened slightly which told Misaki that he disliked the man. Who ever he was.

"Have you not told her about me, Takumi?" asked the man as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

He looked confident and intelligent, however, he had a feeble look to him which made Misaki wonder if this was Takumi's brother since he told her that his mother, Patricia Walker, fell ill and that it was hereditary.

Takumi sighed. "No. Since you took my phone away from me, I couldn't exactly call her, could I?" said Takumi sarcastically.

Misaki knew him well enough to know that he definitely despised this person, just from the tone of his voice.

"Ah. My name is Gerald Walker. I'm Takumi's half brother," he said, walking closer and holding out his hand.

She took it and they shook hands, sizing one another up instantly. Misaki was weary of him; there was something sinister about his smile and if Usui didn't like him there must be a reason why.

"If you'll excuse us, Brother, we were going to talk in the parlour," said Takumi stiffly as he grabbed Misaki's hand and practically dragged her toward a door which was beside the stair case.

"I would usually say go for your life but there's something I need to speak to Ayuzawa-san about privately," said Gerald.

Takumi's eyes widened. "Like hell-"

"Tsk, tsk brother. It will take but a minute. Cedric can keep you all company," said Gerald as a man suddenly appeared from behind Tora.

Takumi narrowed his eyes angrily but nodded once. He looked over at Tora whom held no expression. Why was he even here?

OOO-OOO

"I know why you're here Ayuzawa-san," explained Gerald as his eyes glanced down at her stomach.

Her surprised expression didn't shock him. The information from Igarashi Tora would prove to be invaluable. It would finally be able to break Takumi and Misaki up once and for all.

"How-"

"It doesn't matter how because you're going to leave and you're never going to contact Takumi again," said Gerald without batting an eye. This was child's play for him. Threats and bribes were something he did on a day to day basis and this young impressionable girl was no different.

Misaki was in too much shock to be able to voice her obvious opinion.

"You're going to take one million pounds and you're going to stay out of Takumi's life. Do you understand? He's an illegitimate son as it is, he doesn't need the bother of knowing that he's spilled a royal seed inside of you," said Gerald as he pulled his hand up to look at his nails. Clearly unaffected by his harsh words or that he was trying to bribe off the only woman Takumi will ever love.

Misaki was pissed. Her cheeks were red and hot with rage. In normal circumstances, she would either kick this pompous guy's ass and take Takumi and get out of here. But is that really what he wanted? And she couldn't exactly lay a finger on the man in front of her without a whole lot of law suits or worse be taken to jail for assault.

"You think I want money? I would rather die than not be in his life-"

"Ah, but you have another life to also think about, don't you?"

Takumi pressed his ear to the door and frowned as he had heard his brother's last words. What life other than her own or his did she have to think about?

Suddenly the door opened to reveal his brother walking out confidently. Misaki was standing beside a couch, clenching her fists. There was something different about her today. He'd thought that ever since he saw her standing at the bottom of the stair case.

It could have been the tight fitting dress, which he'd not seen her wear before, but no, that wasn't it.

"Think about my words, Ayuzawa-san," said Gerald as he walked toward the stair case, nodding to Cedric to follow him.

Tora walked toward the room to which Takumi placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it tightly to a point where it caused Tora pain. "We're going to talk privately. You can wait out here," snapped Takumi.

Tora rolled his eyes but did as he was asked. Not that he was asked.

"Misa-chan," said Takumi softly as he closed the door behind him. He walked up to her, clenching his fists as he did so and stopped a fair distance away.

Misaki looked scared and knew that his brother had said or done something to her to make her feel this way. He hated his brother. He hated anyone who hurt his Misaki, the woman he would always love. Even though what he had to say now would tear them apart forever.

"I-I can't see you anymore." It's for the best. This is to protect you. For now.

Misaki looked up at him, her eyes wide in disbelief. She'd been shocked, stunned and surprised way too much in the last twenty four hours, there's no way she could handle this one.

"Y-you don't mean that-"

"I do," he said, his face blank; stoic. He looked at her with indifference. It was the first time he'd ever looked at her without love, devotion or admiration. It was the face of a cold man whom had no feelings for her.

"I've got to say, it was nostalgic to see you Misa-chan, but that's all." This is all I can do to protect you. I'll come back for you, I will. When I've shown my brother that I don't care for you and that I'm serious here, I'll come back for you.

Misaki couldn't breath, she couldn't think. And before she knew it tears began to form at the corners of her eys. She couldn't take this one, she couldn't take this. It was a lie, it had to be.

"N-no, you don't mean it!" she exclaimed suddenly as the tears cascaded down her face.

She studied his face, trying to find a flaw in his words. His expression always gave it away. Always. But were no flaws. Just the cold hard truth.

Misaki walked up to him but he backed away. He knew she wouldn't just believe him, so he had to hurt her so much that she would leave and never come back.

"I don't love you, maybe I never did. It was all a game and you made it fun," he said. If it were Igarashi Tora or someone else, they'd be smirking whilst saying such cruel words.

But he just couldn't. Not when he knew that it was all a lie. It was all for her though. He would rather live without her than knowing that he hadn't caused her death. That was what his brother was willing to do. Gerald Walker had connections everywhere and he was willing to do what ever it took to keep their family prestigious and together; without tarnishes to their name.

It turned out that Gerald was psychotic - even more so than Takumi had predicted.

Takumi Usui couldn't live in a world without Misaki Ayuzawa but he could live knowing that Misaki would.

Misaki couldn't hear anymore of his toxic words. She ran past him toward the door, tears streaming down her face. Misaki Ayuzawa would not allow Takumi Walker see her cry.

She paused at the door but didn't look back at Takumi. "I had something very important to tell you, but I can't possibly tell you; not when you're so repulsed by me now. Have a great life Walker-san."

Takumi stood there for a few seconds realising that he hated his last name and the way Misaki formally addressed him. But it was for the best, it was all for her. He walked toward the door to hear sobbing. He stepped out of the room to see Tora comforting Misaki. He hated that guy's lecherous hands on Misaki but he no longer had the right to voice his disdain now.

They walked out of the front door but as they were about to leave his sight, Takumi saw the way Tora smirked at him and mouthed 'thanks'. Misaki didn't see the exchange since she had her face buried on Tora's chest as they walked away.

Takumi moved forward to see them getting into the limousine. He balled his hands into fists and put one of them through the vase in front of him which was sitting on the table in the middle of the foyer. He then grabbed the table angrily and threw it several metres away in a rage.

He had never been a violent, emotional man. But when it came to Misaki Ayuzawa, everything changed.

"Now, now, Takumi. Such destructive behaviour," said Gerald at the top of the stairs.

Takumi snapped his head up toward his half brother. If it were anyone else, he probably would have run up the stairs and kicked his ass to the point of death. But he couldn't, not when the man held Misaki's life in his hands.

"You got what you wanted. Don't touch a hair on her head or the deal is off," Takumi said, his voice uneven and shaking from the anger he was holding in.

Gerald smirked. "Of course. She's off limits. That's not to say Igarashi Tora will honor the same deal."

Misaki stared out at the awful rainy day she was witnessing from her apartment. Five years had passed since her trip to England and she never looked back. Not really.

If she was honest with herself, she would admit that she always thought of Takumi and that deep in her heart, she still loved that cold hearted man that threw her away without remorse.

However, she was Misaki Ayuzawa. She was strong and she'd moved on. And...

"Kaa-chan!" exclaimed a small voice from behind her.

Misaki turned and smiled. "Oh, Roki..." she said, looking to her beautiful son, shaking her head.

Sometimes she would just watch her son, wondering why he was cursed to look almost exactly like Takumi. He had slightly darker blonde hair but the greenest eyes. If Takumi ever saw him, not that she'd ever let him, he would know straight away that Hiroki was his.

Hiroki stood about a metre tall. He was turning five in a week and here he stood with a pout on his dirty, cake smooshed face. She'd been trying to practice making a cake, not that she'd been successful so far, for Hiroki's birthday on Sunday.

Misaki had got distracted by the thunder and lightning and forgot that she left the bowl with cake mix on the bench. Unfortunately, Hiroki had figured out how to get up there by pushing the ottoman from the couch over to the kitchen bench and climbing up that way. Hiroki must have grabbed the bowl, but it had fallen onto his face.

Usually she would be mad but today, for some reason, she was just feeling nostalgic.

"Excuse me young man, what have we said about the kitchen bench!" exclaimed Misaki as she finally realised what a big mess Hiroki had made.

She ran over and scowled at all the cake mixture that was slopped everywhere. Over the floor, the bench, the microwave - everywhere!

Hiroki pouted, giving her a puppy eyed look, but it didn't deter her. Suddenly she began stomping over toward him getting her angry face on, an expression that the boys at Seika High had feared to see, once upon a time. Hiroki's eyes widened as tears began to leak out.

"I'm sorry Kaa-chan! I didn't mean to-"

"I think you did mean to, Roki. No more! Now get into the bathroom while I do you a bath please," she said angrily to which he nodded and ran to a room down the hall.

Meanwhile she began to clean up the mess. As she walked over her foot stepped into a big pile of cake mix and when she moved, she accidentally slipped over onto her backside.

She yelled angrily at herself and then felt the cake mix soak into her track pants and tank top. Misaki got up quickly and shook her head. She grabbed towel, wiped her feet and ran to the bathroom to see that Hiroki was sitting on the edge of the bath, waiting patiently with a sheepish look upon his face.

Misaki sighed as she pulled off her tank top and shook off her track pants and began to fill the bath. Looks like they were going to have a bath together tonight.

And that's how Igarashi Tora found them both. Misaki in her underwear and Hiroki being placed into the bath.

"Toto!" exclaimed Hiroshi, pointing to the door with a big smile on his face.

Misaki snapped her head to the door to find the lime blonde haired man staring at her appreciatively. She ran for a towel that was on a towel rack behind her and put it over herself.

"Tora get out!" she exclaimed angrily as her cheeks went bright red. She turned toward Hiroki and turned the taps off. The bath was barely a quarter full so he wouldn't drown while she had a 'chat' with the intruder.

Misaki closed the door behind her and finished wrapping the towel around herself. She narrowed her eyes at Tora.

"Oh, you have a key now?" she snapped, her cheeks still red from embarrassment.

Tora shrugged. "Gotta say, I can't even tell you've been through pregnancy. No marks, nothing. And you're in shape too, how is that? You wouldn't have the time-"

"Cut the small talk, why are you here?" said Misaki angrily.

He smirked down at her. "Would you believe me if I said I want to get into bed with you?"

Misaki narrowed her eyes and pushed him away. "What are you really here for Tora, you pervert."

Finally his expression turned serious. "I need a favor. The company needs a favor actually. Your legal expertise," explained Tora, rubbing the back of his head with the palm of his hand.

She scrutinized him, wondering if it was a ruse but realised he must be serious.

"You know I'm only in my first year at law school, Tora, I'm hardly an expert," said Misaki with a sigh as she glanced back through the slit between the door and the frame to make sure Hiroki was alright in the bath.

"I know, but I hear the professors believe you will finish early. You're smart and you're already into the advanced studies. I just need another opinion, that's all," said Tora with a shrug. "Plus, you owe me."

Misaki nodded. "Fine. But can't you come at a reasonable hour?"

"Oh so you want me to come back? What would my fiancee think?" he said innocently, but Misaki could clearly see he was the opposite.

"No!"

"So you don't want me to help you clean up Roki's mess?" asked Tora with a smile.

Misaki scowled. "No! I don't need your help!" she exclaimed.

"Too bad, I'm helping anyway."

OOO-OOO

After Misaki and Tora had gotten back from England 5 years ago, she was inconsolable for a few days. But she was strong so she got up and continued her schooling and Presidential duties.

After she was definitely starting to show more conspicuously, she had to do something. She'd already told her mother and Suzuna weeks before, but she also had to break the news to Sakura and Shizuko and of course, the Principal.

Luckily they were more understanding than she expected and created a system where Sakura and Shizuko gave Misaki notes and homework to complete at home when she was in her final trimester.

After Hiroki was born, even through recovering from the pregnancy, Aikido (to get back in shape) and looking after Hiroki, she managed to do her homework on time and hand over her presidential title to Kanou Soutarou. She went in for exams when needed whilst her mother took care of Hiroki.

She then graduated from Seika High School, still being the top of her class. It was tough and tiring but it was worth it. She wouldn't let Takumi beat her, not in a million years.

Misaki had goals and she was going to reach them and she'd be damned if she would let the fact that Takumi had hurt her be the reason for her down fall.

A few months after graduating, Igarashi Tora reached out to her. Insisting that he help her through University and to care for Hiroki. She refused.

After about the fiftieth time, whilst visiting to see how she was doing, she gave in on the proviso that she pay him back once she got a job at a law firm.

Igarashi Tora didn't stop visiting. In fact, his face was a regular vision in the Ayuzawa home.

At first, she despised him. For some reason, he kept coming back. Despite having a fiancee that he still hadn't married for four years and despite the fact she had a child. Eventually, she decided that maybe he'd changed. Just a little. And maybe he actually was her friend, and not a lecherous, perverted and cruel sadist who hurt people to get a kick out of life.

Little did she know that Tora was the one who caused Gerald Walker to threaten her life. He was the one who did everything in his power to win over Takumi Usui.

OOO-OOO

She stood outside Hiroki's bedroom as he slept soundly, before closing his door. As she turned she ran into Tora's chest.

She stepped back and looked up at him. He was staring down at her with those golden orbs with an odd look in his eyes. Almost the same look he had all those years ago when he had her trapped in his presidential office, pinned to the table. It was lust, there was no mistake.

He'd helped her clean up, cooked dinner and put Hiroki to bed and when she was standing there at Hiroki's door, watching him sleep. He watched her.

Igarashi Tora had never wanted a woman so much in his life. Never. But it was more than want. There were feelings that he'd never dreamed of having for a mere woman. He knew he had feelings for Misaki the day they were on the plane and he'd placed his school jacket over her sleeping form. Usually the thought of a pregnant woman would deter him immediately from his pursuit, however, Misaki wasn't just any woman.

When he'd sent an email to Gerald Walker, informing him of Misaki's situation, Tora knew that he would win. But after Misaki left, even though he knew that he had broken them up for good, it gave him no satisfaction other than knowing that now was his chance with her. She was distraught and it made him feel something. Of course, he pushed it to the back of his mind and didn't think of it again but it bothered him.

And now, here he was. She trusted him now, she needed him and as she ran into his chest and looked up at him with those beautiful brown eyes of hers he could feel himself react.

Tora leaned his head down toward hers but she pulled back instantly.

"Tora, don't," she said, scared at how he may react. "Hiroki is sleeping and...you know how I feel about this. Plus you have a fiancee."

He nodded slowly and without a sound turned, walking down the hall. He grabbed his jacket on the way out which was on top of the couch and left silently.

Misaki frowned at what Tora had almost just done. She sighed and walked down the hall slowly, deciding to work on an assignment for an hour or two before going to sleep.

OOO-OOO

Takumi handed his boarding pass over to the lady behind the desk.

"Thank you," the woman said.

He walked down the corridor to where the plane was.

When he finally got to his seat in first class, he sat down and pulled out a book. He opened the bookmark and stopped for a moment and looked at it. He touched the photo of Misaki with his finger tips. It was a more recent photo and she had certainly gotten even more beautiful since they'd last seen each other.

"Didn't think you'd be going anywhere without me, did you?" said the female now beside him.

He slammed his book shut so that she didn't see his bookmark and narrowed his eyes at the woman.

"Reika. What are you doing here?" he said politely.

"I'm going with you to Japan. I want to see where you went to school and your old...friends," she said sweetly.

The woman had long black hair which was arranged into a plait to one side. She wore a fashionable dark blue dress that barely reached her mid thighs and hugged her curves and wore knee high black boots . She was slender, beautiful and had a substantial bust, although, Takumi had never noticed.

"I don't have any friends," he said as he opened his book, discreetly putting Misaki's photo to the back of the book behind the pages and began to read.

"That's not what I heard. I'm your fiancee, Takumi-kun, I deserve to see where you spent your best years or so I'm told," she said with a smile, her blue eyes settled on his face which held nonchalance.

Reika hated that he never looked at her, well, not really. Not like all the other men did. She was hot. Everyone knew it and she knew it so why didn't he?

Sure, it was arranged by his brother Gerald but she wasn't exactly ugly. And she was from a rich, influential family. There was obviously something wrong with him but after over hearing about there being someone special to Takumi that lived in Japan and then Takumi deciding to check on their companies in Japan, she had to come.

She'd see who this person was and then make their lives a living hell.