Disclaimer: Junjou Romantica belongs to Shungiku Nakamura, not me!!
A/N:
Konnichi wa! I'm here again… now at my second story!! XD
Okay, just this one, PLEASE DON'T GET CONFUSED reading this. They're just written in different timelines, but as the story goes on, you will understand as to why this and that happened. ^^
His maid, His Lover
Silence filled every corner of the big mansion. Two straight parallel lines stood. The first line consists by the ones who are responsible for doing the household chores and maintaining the cleanliness of the house. The bodyguards and butlers who keep an eye on security and orderliness of the manor shared the other. All had their heads firmly down.
The chief servant, Hachiouji-san, known as a 'person-you-wouldn't-want-to-show-your-mistakes' and always the headline of the maids' everyday gossips due to his good looks despite of his age and lacking a trace of a woman in his life. He stood at the head of the line, near the opened door and began his command… in this case, the introduction of the servant's new associate.
"Good morning, everyone." He began. Meanwhile, the women servants keep on squealing on themselves upon hearing the head butler's very attractive low depths of voice. After the commotion, he would surely be again one of the main topics of the house cleaners' talks.
"I want you to meet our new coworker… Suzuki Misaki-san."
All kinds of the manor's employees lift their heads as a mixture of confusion and bewilderment fill them. Each keep their eyes near the highest employee to catch a glimpse of that said new fellow.
"Come here already."
What got them a little surprised was, after the call, a 'HAI!' was never heard from the newbie, which according to them was a sign of disrespect. Little footsteps came nearer and nearer until it stopped beside the head servant.
"Yoroshi..kuu onegai...shimasu." They read.
Their eyes fell on a cute teenage girl. On her hands was a sketchbook where what they read was written. Anyone could say that this new associate of them is incapable of speaking and that sketchbook she was holding happened to be her only way of communication. Dark brown locks were neatly tied in braids that extend to her chest. Her bangs almost covered half of her face. In addition to her long bangs, her big and round glasses conceals her face making beautiful green orbs unseen. Her outfit was no different from the other maids from the frills it had all over the suit as the upper part was a long sleeve with bulges at the two shoulders, two big collars, a japanese sash tied on her waist to reveal her feminine form and three buttons that lined vertically; a balloon skirt at the bottom part with many trappings. On her head was a hair band with big frills and on his back lies a big ribbon.
She keeps her face down.
This said as the new maid of the Usami residence in England was Takahashi Misaki… three years after.
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"Misaki, don't worry. Everything will be alright." Akihiko caressed the face of his little lover with his free left hand.
"No…don't leave me!" Misaki took hold of the hand that's slowly fading it's contact from his skin. Two men snatch that hand away and tied it on the man's back along with his right one. They drag him towards the door onto the corridor of the penthouse. Akihiko didn't seem to resist.
Misaki finally let the tears he had been holding back since the situation started flow freely on his cheeks. "USAGI-SAAAN!!"
He ran until he reached them, chasing the men with his lover. Crying, he pulled Akihiko from their restraint. "Let Usagi-san go!" Obviously, with his little strength, he failed.
Still the men have their pity on their hearts and let the couple talk even for a minute.
He caught the man's face locked on his touch. "Usagi-san, why aren't you resisting?" Large, watery green eyes search for its answer on the other's lavender ones.
…But Akihiko avoided his lover's water-filled gaze.
"Usagi-san…" His voice was not the same anymore as that a while ago— it seemed calmer. His bangs covered his forehead and his eyes. As the lad continued, more tears went on flowing along his cheeks. "…Do you not love me anymore?"
Akihiko snapped himself out of restraining his emotions at his lover's wrong realization. "You're wrong. You know you've always been the one for me, right? Its just that—"
"Then why?!" Misaki shouted but only silenced when Akihiko gently touched his lips with his.
"So cute… just like the face you made when you first got me head over heels for you, my love." He smiled and wiped blushing Misaki's tears with a light kiss.
"Aren't you two finished yet?" One of the two men that were assigned to capture Akihiko cut the couple's moment. If not for their existence, these two lovers would definitely be in bed right now, savoring and celebrating the strongest bond that only both of them could share.
"Just a second." The man told his capturers. He turned back again at his lover, "Misaki, listen." He commanded the boy. Somehow, just listening at the man's voice sent his tears running away. "Hmm?"
"Don't worry. I'll be able to handle this myself. Take care, okay?" He assured Misaki.
"B-But, Usagi-san—"
"Ssshh…" Akihiko put two fingers at his lips. "I chose you over myself because I LOVE YOU AND WILL ALWAYS BE!! Please keep that in your mind."
Then, in a split of a second, he was dragged again… a very fast movement where even Akihiko's lover could not manage to cope with them.
They left Misaki still on his knees. Soon, tears started flowing again in great amounts without his notice as if it had known the situation his owner had been. Green eyes just stared at one direction— the wall, unable to believe what just happened. Everything was just as normal as it was. No one would ever think that things would go on unexpected between the two of them.
At that, Misaki regretted everything… Everything.
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Two and a half years later…
"Thank you, Ma'am. Come again." A boy in his twenties bid a sweet goodbye at the café's customer.
It was indeed a very hot season and the brunette had already formed moistures over the cafeteria's uniform. Adding to the humidity of the surroundings that made him feel a bit irritated was the length of his spiky hair that almost reached his shoulder keeping his neck part unventilated.
He sighed. "Whoa… such a hot season." He got a hold of the café's menu list and started fanning himself.
"Yeah, you're right, Takahashi, and this is only the start of our suffering from such a warm weather. That's why I hate summer days here in Japan. If only we were in England, they say its snowing there." One of Misaki's workfellow, Taki Hoshimura ,age 25, demanded. He went towards the other male's direction for him to freshen himself with the little air coming from the improvised fan Misaki made.
Not knowing the reason, the brunette stopped fanning and a smile made its way on his lips which immediately noticed by his workmate.
"Hey! What's with that smile?" He snapped three times at his fellow's face.
"Ah… no, its nothing. Lets get back to work." Obviously, he was struck when he heard the word 'England' which was connected to his lover for it was the place where it spent its childhood years.
With a smile written on his heart, he sat on an available chair near the glass and looked up at the clear blue sky. 'Usagi-san… I wonder where you are. I'll always be waiting for you.'
Just as he was sank at his thoughts, the bells of the door hanging at the top of it rang which signals another customer coming inside. He stood up, cleans himself and greeted the client with a cheerful pitch. He bowed.
"Irrashaima—(Welco—)"
"I'm looking for Takahashi Misaki." A man wearing a black suit and black eyeglasses entered the store alarming the two employees.
"Umm… for what purpose?" Misaki's fellow came to make a defense for him.
"Classified information. I need to talk to him immediately. There's something that boy needs to know." He swung his head on both sides looking for the person, not knowing that that person was already bowing at him.
The brunette rose his head. "I'm Takahashi Misaki." His voice was a little deep, very different from the one he was using a while ago.
"Come with me. We need to talk." With that, he held Misaki's arm and pulled him outside of the store leaving the other confused as to why would Misaki trust someone as suspicious as that man.
"Hoshimura-san, please take care of all the things while I'm out. It won't be too long." The said man slightly made a response. "Uh… okay."
Misaki and the suspicious person walked until they reached the park not very distant from the store.
"Now, what is it that you wanted to tell me?"
"Akihiko-sama died."
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A/N :
Oh no! Please don't get mad at me that this chapter ended with a cliffhanger and not to mention a super big revelation. I still have many tricks up my sleeves about this story. Trust me! You probably won't like the first chapter but I'm sure you would be interested on the later ones.
You could already see the flow of the story, right?
Anyway, I'd be dancing in joy if you'll leave this story with a review!! I know its not that good, I made a lot of grammar mistakes and its my first time writing a serious-themed fic which happened to be not my forte so if you still find this good… PLEAAAAAAASE!~ any kind of responses will do. Suggestions… comments… flames(please don't!)…a correction… appreciation… you might just as well say, 'continue!'…they're all welcome!
Oh and one more thing… if you know any cute Japanese name for a girl, just put it on your review. Ask me why I need those!
"WHY??!"
"Sorry, its a secret but you might see those names on the later chapters"
*Trivia: My first story, 'That Habit of Yours or Me?' and this one are on a competition on who will get more reviews… ^^ (and then?)
~The Unblossomed Flower