Morning as cheery as ever turned into a dreadful night when on the most waited day of misaki's arrival, the love birds couldn't meet. Umm if I have to guess I would guess it that the fighters were now in habit of odds being in there favor. Everybody helping them out towards their new life and pushing their backs. I guess that is why he is so depressed over a delay of a night. Common nobody can help it if due to bad weather conditions the flight is delayed… or may be at the end of the day he is just too desperate to wait another night. Who knows?
So takumi spend his whole night staring at star less sky. Glaring it to death. As if he would make it burst just by staring. Well it was already bursting so I guess it didn't matter. But the question is why the hell our unsympathetic guy was being miserable over something so silly! A smile escaped his lips when he thought how misaki would react to that. But then his gaze turns even more severe when he realized she wasn't there. He kept imagining how he would pout when she will come. How he would make her spoil him like a kid. How they spend rest of the weekend basking in each other's presence. Taking in each other's essence and every other breath, both metamorphic ally and literally. And then her absence would struck him and then he would start imagining these things again to cheer up and then again the sudden realization. He heaved a sigh. It was of no use. Waiting and anticipation was always the hardest time of separation.
There was a certain unbolting sound, followed by door opening and closing. There was rustling of clothes and dripping water, somewhere behind wheels being dragged.
"You are late" said the guy facing towards the window.
"What the hell with the attitude?!" bursted the guest and before she could utter another word a set of lips stopped her.
Before she could grasp the situation a tongue invaded her privacy taking away any coherent thought that she might have. Soon she was pushed against the wall, his hands creating unimaginable sensations on her body. Who the hell needs a bed anyway. She didn't even think about stopping him or excusing herself for a change of clothes. She was sticky wet remember? But what the hell they have to be disposed off anyway. Her exhaustion from travelling across the world her jet lag all forgotten. She didn't travel half across the world in this shity weather with the back breaking jerks so that she could take a break to freshen up. Usui as usual got her mood and got down straight to the business. Guess he wasn't the only one over depressed over their late reunion. Well it's not every day thing that they get to spend their weekends away from rest of the headaches with just each other. Who gonna let anything spoil it