Disclaimer:The author gives all copyrights to the genius behind Gakuen Alice, Higuchi Tachibana-sensei. ---- Late one, so sorry about that one.
This chapter of the said story has been revised.
2 Weeks
"Wouldn't it be nice if we had a wonderful house like that?" Misaki pointed at a billboard over-viewing the park they were walking in. The billboard had a picture of a family and a simple, quaint two-story house behind them. Tsubasa tilted his head up to have a look at it.
It was a beautiful May day, and newlyweds Misaki and Tsubasa were taking a stroll in a noisy, smoke-congested, park in the city of Tokyo.
"It'd be a great place to start a new life and raise our children in, too!" Misaki chimed. Tsubasa choked on the hotdog he was eating.
"Urp." Tsubasa always got uneasy when she brought that topic up. Misaki looked at him cynically and walked on.
"You know! Children, little ones, offspring?" Misaki pressed on, a hopeful gleam illuminating her eyes. Tsubasa made another face. "God, you're annoying." She rolled her eyes, leaving behind Tsubasa who was still sputtering on a chunk of hotdog as she ambled ahead a little faster.
A new life, eh? Tsubasa processed his thoughts. Out of his pocket, he pulled out a paper and pen. He something scribbled hastily.
"Will you please hurry up? These heels are killing me," Misaki groaned.
"Yes dear," He laughed then followed, quickly shoving the paper back in his pocket.
[In the apartment…]
Misaki slammed the door behind her and hung her coat on a nearby coat rack. Tsubasa, meanwhile, threw his sweater on the floor.
"On the coat rack, please," Misaki glared at her husband. Yeah, she can't believe it either.
"Yes ma'am."
"…"
A hesitant and strained silence overcame Misaki as a strange feeling of queasiness erupted in her stomach. She wiped away some cold sweat forming on her forehead and breathed in a sharp intake of air.
Tsubasa looked at her, worried. "Hey, are you alright?"
Misaki smiled and straightened, all the way keeping a smooth expression on her face. She returned Tsubasa's concern with a light peck on his cheek as she walked towards the kitchen. "Uh-huh."
"Oh! By the way, why don't I make some chicken stir fry for you, just for tonight!"
"What for? I don't believe I'm familiar with the occasion," Misaki said mock suspiciously, raising a perfectly-sculpted eyebrow.
"Nothing, nothing," Tsubasa sang. It's been three weeks ever since they've been married, and all he wanted was to convince Misaki he was going to be a caring and loving husband to her from then on 'til forever.
And of course, there would always be a story behind it.
Every woman dreams of one day having the perfect wedding where every single little detail would be, well, perfect. But going back, anyone who attended Mr. and Mrs. Andou's simple chapel wedding would've shrugged to themselves and say 'Well, it was kind of less than perfect… But, we had fun right?' Afterwards, you wouldn't have to cue the small nervous laugh.
It all started when Megane, the best man, didn't turn up on time. Tono covered for him during the first half of the ceremony until Megane arrived at the exchanging of vows, shouting and informing everyone of his presence. Everyone turned to look at him, and Misaki felt this sudden urge to kill the best man then and there.
After the wedding ceremony, while marching out, Misaki's heel broke, causing her to almost trip. Luckily, Tsubasa being the reflexive one, had then saved her from a broken ankle, a ripped dress and embarrassing wedding photos. Misaki silently thanked him while he carried her to the dressing room where she changed into flats – just to be safe.
At the reception, Koko accidentally slipped on a wet spot on the floor while running away from a furious Permy he just called fat. He then bumped into a waiter who happened to be on his way to a table carrying drinks. The waiter fell on a table where the wedding cake was helplessly displayed, creating a seesawing effect, therefore leaving the whole cake flying towards the happy couple. Tsubasa, now branded as the savior, caught the cake in time by stepping on its shadow as it stood five centimeters away from the quivering bride.
Then, there was the matter of Misaki's parents' absence that was never evaded. Tsubasa knew better than to dwell on the topic so much.
A few more blunders occurred later on that night, making Tsubasa wish under his breath that Misaki wasn't going to walk out on him. The one-week honeymoon wasn't that perfect either, but we'll leave that matter alone for now.
Fortunately, that didn't happen, because she was now sitting in front of him, weeks later, spooning some chicken stir fry into her mouth.
"So, how is it?" Tsubasa asked smugly.
"Mmmmm…mmm…mmm…" Misaki chewed.
"I'm glad you like it," Tsubasa said casually while putting his arms behind his head.
Misaki gave him the thumbs-up while she continued to help herself. Tsubasa was quite proud of himself until some things went wrong shortly thereafter.
"Excuse me, I think I need to throw up," Misaki muttered briskly. She pushed herself from the table just as Tsubasa's smug smile faded. "Ok, so what did you put into that stir fry?" She pointed an accusing finger at him.
"Err, chicken, some vegetables, rice, corn, a pinch of salt, butter, and yeah, I think that's all," Tsubasa said innocently. Misaki nodded. She knew when Tsubasa was lying or not, and right now, he wasn't bluffing.
"Wash the dishes for me tonight please?"
"Uhm, sure dear."
"Thanks," she said blandly, entering the bathroom and slamming the door behind her.
Tsubasa did the washing that night, without complain. Even when she left the bathroom and made a prompt dash to the bedroom, he didn't prod her any more because whenever he doesn't know what's up with Misaki on any given occasion, the problem usually comes to light sooner or later. He knew her better than anyone like that, anyway.
Could it be…? Nah.
After the dishes were done, Tsubasa crept to the telephone and looked around first, checking if Misaki was still up, then when he confirmed that she was asleep, he took out the number in his pocket and dialed it in.
Me (June 2009): Done for now! Please R&R! :D
Me (May 2010): Wow I suck.
