A/N (01/01/2015): Hello! And happy New Year everyone.

This is my very first fanfiction, I apologize in advance for any grammatical or spelling error (English is not my native language but I intend to improve with time). Any reports of errors are welcomed of course, be kind enough to PM or comment (: !

This story is greatly inspired of several amazing authors on fanfiction such as ErifulBunny with Fateful (sadly under revision) and Idon'twantausername, author of Twisted. Those are both amazing stories featuring a possessive Takumi which I totally love.

Please, be patient with me, and I hope that you will enjoy the storyline aswell!

A/N (28/01/2015): For guests asking me question; I do reply to all my reviewers, but I only can do so if you log in your account or state your full username, please be aware!

Disclaimer : Kaichou wa maid-sama belongs to Fujiwara Hiro.

Without further ado,

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Chapter 1 :Chasing Echoes

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Eyes wide open, footsteps could be heard in the darkness.

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And she prayed that they would fade away, far from the frail blankets she hid under..

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The doorknob hissed as his hand grazed the cold silver, his fingertips slowly spreading heat on the metallic surface...

The low creak of the door resonated in the whole corridor, making Misaki shiver, shutting her eyes in hope that this futile action could protect her from her surroundings.

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The sounds of footsteps seemed to ring in her ears as he was slowly getting closer to the king sized bed that occupied the center of the room. Moonlight rays softly shone on the pristine white sheets of the bed, revealing the shadow of the curled body buried under the multitude of layers, swirling into a wrinkled mess.
Misaki felt the bed gradually sink under the weight of his body, as he sat on the edge of the bed, his hands on each side of him, waiting for a reaction from her pretending sleeping state.

"Misaki..." his voice growled lowly as his hands started to slowly make their way up on her dissimulated body. Her breathing stopped, fearing that the uneven sound of her breathing would give her away.

"Mi -sa -ki..." he whispered, punctuating each of his syllables with a stroke on her cowered form. Drops of sweat began to trail off her temples as she carefully, and as quietly as she could, exhaled the air caged in her lungs.

"You are not asleep.. Even I, can know that much, Misa-chan..." he continued in his low whisper, his hands slowly tearing apart the layers of fabrics covering her body. She began to panic, silently gasping, her mind clouded with fear as her eyes widened, imagining the consequences of her act, were he ever to find out she was faking her sleep. She was suddenly pulled off her thoughts as the soft light emanating from the clear full-moon blinded her tired eyes, making them close forcefully and blink several times. His musky cologne invaded her as he bent down on her tiny form.

"Answer me.." his smooth whisper pleaded, his fingertips brushing her up arms as her back was facing him.

"Answer me, Misaki.." he growled, her refusal starting to strain his hardly under-control patience.
He shifted his position, crawling onto the bed, as his shadow came to shield her from the rays of lights that beamed on her pale complexion.

Finding out that she still tried to fake her sleep with her eyes closed and her face seemingly frozen in a neutral expression...which was nowhere near convincing as her eyelids fluttered lightly under the fright she was experiencing, and her jaws slightly contracted, betraying her act; he slowly bent, his lips only inches from her defenceless ear.

"I don't mind having it my way with you being unconscious either.." he purred, and true to his words, his head dipped down to the crook of her neck, his lips grazing her porcelain skin, as he trailed down to the valley of her chest, leaving warm kisses in their wake. Her heartbeat rate went up a scale, as she decided to endure the sickly sweet torture he made her undergo, putting both her mind and body at edges. Her eyebrows furrowed as she felt his hand follow the curve of her sides, spreading warmth on their way as it dangerously kept running above her belly and slowly getting lower... only to go back upward..

Her mind was on fire as her eyes started to get watery. She wished he would stop his ministration at the same instant..

But he showed no intention to stop anytime soon as he gently brushed her cheeks, his thumb smearing off the trace of tear running down her face... He guided the teardrop to his lips, a smirk worming its way on his charismatic features as he tasted the salty liquid with delight.

"You are mine, Misaki..." he continued, as his hands went back to her body, assaulting her frozen porcelain skin, coloring red as his grip on her got tighter and tighter...

His voice made her quiver through his touch as she came back to her mind, unable to bear any longer his increasingly hurtful demeanor. Her brain began to run in full speed as she noticed through her parted eyes the setting of the whole situation. The door had been left ajar as Takumi entered the room and he was on the side between the way out and herself, encircling her body with his wide one, his shadow sprawled on her whole being as his head sought the little warmth she had to offer in the corner between her neck and her shoulder.

"Mine alone.." his ragged breath let out as teeth collided with her soft silky skin.

She prayed her only plan would give her enough time as she bawled her right fist into a tight ball, her knuckles turning white, as she struck it straight onto his cheek. She quickly dived her hand to grab a handful of his disheveled blonde hair and latched it full strength off the bed, following with a random kick on his body. She hoped it had landed on a sensitive area as she stumbled across the bed, leaving the room as fast as possible, without sparing a glance at him, in case his recovery was fast enough to make her heart sink, sink along with any spark of hope the surprised groan that escaped his mouth gave her in the whole mess.

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Echoing in the darkness... Panic corrupted her...

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Her heart beating like a fury, she ran past the corridor, wide windows enhancing her fleeting shadow as her rushed steps rang through the night.

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Why couldn't she hear any of his footsteps chasing her though?... Disarray started to hang heavily with every single steps she took..

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Her heart started to weigh down as her intuition tried to warn her that something was going wrong...

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Out of oxygen from the exhausting run, she halted in a dark corner, where a mahogany table sat on a wide mural carpet that ran down the wall, covering the wooden floor of its soft fur. Her head was tilted against the wall, her body propped on the table, her vision was fuzzy and the pounding of her heart was getting painful. She closed her eyes, trying to recover as she inhaled as much air as she could. Her erratic heartbeat calmed down as a familiar cologne overwhelmed her senses.

Which made her heart jump, alarmed.

She tried to open up her eyes but couldn't.

All she saw was pitch black.
And a throbbing pain spreading on the back of her head.