"He won't let me work!" Misaki raged into the phone. Sakura, on the other end, was a bit terrified, to say the least. Her cellphone had been held at arm length almost since the start of the conversation. Kuuga was getting impatient; Sakura was going to come to his concert and Misaki was holding her up. He grabbed the phone. "Shaddup, ya witch, go complain to your orange-haired stalker boyfriend!" Kuuga suddenly felt a horribly dark aura sweep around his fingers.

"What did you say?!" Kuuga shrieked, dropped the phone, and ran out of the room as fast as he could. Sakura picked up the cell phone carefully, trying to gauge Misaki's mood. "S-sorry about Kuuga...he really is a kind guy at heart..." She could tell that Misaki was still seething. "But, in all honesty, Misaki-chan, I'm running late for a concert, so..."

"Ah, sorry for bothering you."

"It-it's not a bother...you can call me after the concert...it's just that Kuuga was really looking forward to having me there...even so, if you're really feeling down, call during the concert, if you..." Sakura was torn.

"It's alright. Though I hate admitting it, I guess Sakurai is right, isn't he? I really do need to talk this over with Usui." It's an ill omen for a marriage to start out with an argument. "Thanks, Sakura. I hope you enjoy the concert." Sakura offered her condolences, and the call ended. Misaki messaged Usui, at work. We need to talk.

Five minutes later, Usui hoped in through the window. "Wh-?! Are you crazy? Our apartment is on the fourth floor! At least come in through the door, properly...and aren't you supposed to be at work?!" Usui chuckled at her shocked, outraged expression. "Lunch break." Misaki remembered the ramen noodle packs in her hands. "Misa-chan, is this what you eat for lunch?"

"It-It's perfectly good food!" Usui had already finished chopping up the vegetables. "I'll use the ramen from the packet, Ayuzawa. So it won't waste food, see?" Misaki jumped as Usui planted a kiss on her neck while taking the noodles out of her hands. "Pervert alien!"

"So cold, Misa-chan...even though we'll be married in a month...that reminds me; what did you want to talk about, Ayuzawa?"

Misaki took in a breath. "I need to be able to work, Usui. I didn't go to law school for four years, and earn a degree, to become a housewife."

"Ayuzawa, I make enough money for both of us."

"You don't understand, Usu-be serious!" Takumi had wrapped his arms around his fiancee. "I need to work. If I stay in the apartment, cooking or cleaning, I will go mad. Besides," she added, "I can't cook..."

"If you say, 'Please, master!', I might consider it." Misaki seethed. She gritted her teeth. "Please. Master."

"A little more kindly, now."

"Please, master!" Usui sighed, like the decision was difficult. "Now, give me a kiss."

"You-!" But she reached and pulled him downwards. "I'm going to hit you after this."

"Ehh~ Misa-chan, how cruel...you would hit your fiance!" Usui feigned horror. Misaki punched him. "Ouch...as expected of Pres."

"I'm not 'Pres' anymore, you idiot." Their lips met. The heat rose to Misaki's cheek. Damnit, Usui...!? French kiss?! Misaki pushed him away. "You little-! Pervert alien bastard, I'll kill you..." Takumi just stood there, laughing at her. "C'mon, Ayuzawa, don't be so sly..." He held out his arms. Misaki tackled him.

"Oof." Usui grinned up at her, sprawled on the kitchen floor. He ran his fingers through her hair and brought her close.

"You better let me become a lawyer, idiot Usui."