"Have I ever told you the story of how I lost my parents?"

"I dunno. Why?"

"I just thought you would want to know… Never mind…"

"Hey! Just wait a minute; I never said I didn't want to know! I just said that I didn't know whether or not you had told me."

"So then, you want to know?"

"I dunno."

"There you go again, being completely vague and aloof! It pisses me off when you do that!"

"Oh, how the roles have reversed! Come on! You know I was just kidding, right?" I looked at the golden haired boy with sincerity. "I do want to hear how you lost your parents. I've always imagined that you were a space alien without a spawning point!" I chuckled at my own stupidity.

He leaned over me and put his arms around either side of my head to prevent me from escaping, "Baka! Everyone has parents… even perverted alien idiots like me." He turned away from me, "So do you want to know?"

I gave up the increasingly frustrating game, "Yes, that's what I've been trying to say, baka Usui!" He turned his face to me with that same smug grin that he always gave me as it was his way of saying 'I won, you lost', without really having to point it out to me.

He sat down on the supple, velvety grass and motioned me to follow suit, which I did with much gusto to show that I wasn't simply following his directions but sitting because I wanted to. "Ayuzawa, you are too cruel. Can't you ever follow my direction? Never mind, I suppose that side of you won't ever change even though we both admitted our feelings for each other."

At that my face turned stark red and began to feel very hot, "Baka Usui, I hate you!"

"True to form." His enchanting green eyes found my golden brown but distressed eyes, as he leaned in to kiss me. This, though, I blocked by putting my hands on the expanse of his school uniform clad chest.

"You were going to tell me a story?" I prodded, hoping he would give up on his attempt to steal my lips. However, he persisted and pushed and finally captured my lips and breath. Kissing him was unreal, I hated him but at the same time I loved him, something I would never ever admit to him. I let myself get lost in his arms; this too was unfamiliar to me as I had spent so much time trying to escape from his sexual harassment. But his lips, his beautiful lips were as soft as butter and as tasty as candy, though it was probably the candy he had gotten from Maid Latte. 'Yeah, I am never going to get used to Usui.' I thought as we continued to kiss.

Just then, baka Usui decided to get a little too brave, as he slipped his tongue in my mouth! As an instinct, I bit it.

"Misa-chan, why are you so cruel to me? We are technically dating, why can't I French kiss you?" He looked at me with the puppy dog, melty eyes that he looked at people with when he wanted them to give him his way. But there was no way in Hell that I was going to ever fall for his pleading eyes, for falling for that would be like surrendering to him and losing the war.

"Baka, will you just tell me about your family?" I pushed him off of me with all my strength, he fell back on his feet and took a good stern look at me. Under his strict gaze, I collapsed as he continued his onslaught and brought me in for a tight embrace.

"So you are interested in my private life?" His grin turned cocky and I just sighed, completely worn out from fighting with him constantly, especially since we began to 'date'.

"I guess I am."

"Finally."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I turned to him, ready to take a swing.

"Girlfriends are supposed to know everything they can about their man, right?" He smiled; I just turned away, defeated.

"My family was once considered one of the wealthiest up and coming families in Japan. My father ran his restaurant business, Upperclassmen, and my mother was the doting wife of a rich business man. Their relationship was arranged by my grandparents and they married in the spring of 1990. The marriage was a strained one, my mother and father would constantly butt heads over the simplest of things. But, somehow, out of all of that chaos, I was born."

"You were born into chaos that must be why you are so at home with the chaos that goes around here." I looked at him with admiration, considering it had been his level headedness that had saved me from many a sticky situation.

"No, Misa-chan," he leaned in towards me, causing me to instinctively lean back against the tree. "I feel at ease with you, which is why I am so easily able to solve the problems of the school, not to mention the problem of you." He pinned me to the tree, his grin spreading as my furious blush reached the outer corners of my face.

"Usui… I am not-I don't want-I can't…"

"Can't what, darling?" He looked at me with surprise playing on his features.

"I won't kiss you until you finish the story." I figured by the time he finished the story, he would forget about my words, leaving me able to safely get away from him. He reached down and grabbed my chin, "I will hold you to that, Misa-chan." His eyes danced wildly as they searched my face hungrily, and once again I knew I lost the battle.

He leaned back and continued his story with his hand on my thigh. "Even though I was born, they didn't stop their fighting, although they never let the strains of their marriage out to be picked apart by society. Neither, to my knowledge, was unfaithful, probably because as soon as the other realized, they would go straight for the divorce lawyer and all the financials." He stroked my thigh; I didn't want to interrupt his story for fear that he would attack me again, so I let the action pass without a fight.

"And you, right? They would want to get you out of their divorce, right?" I asked, worry evident in my voice.

"They only would have wanted me as a claim for more money. Otherwise, they didn't want a child." He turned his face away from me, I, bravely, reached up and made him face me. His features were marred by pain and hurt. Knowing that there was nothing I could do to erase the built up dejection, I simply planted one on his frowning lips. To which, he responded by gasping slightly before ravaging my lips. I had not meant to encourage him to go so far, but I wouldn't allow him to dwell on the rejection by his parents. The kiss deepened as he slipped his hands under my blazer. With that movement, I let out a squeal of astonishment and broke the heated embrace and gazed down at the ground, embarrassed by my sudden boldness and his complete lack of respect for personal space.

Laughter reverberated through his chest as he simply reached his arms around me and brought me to him for the most comforting hug anyone has ever received. "Ayuzawa, you are too cruel. You told me that we would not kiss until the story was finished, and then you ravage my lips, and get in a tizzy when I try to show you the extent of my true feelings. Just who are you, anyways?"

I buried my face in his chest to try and muffle my reply. "I didn't like seeing you in pain, it was very unfamiliar to me and for some stupid reason I didn't want you to be in pain." Usui scoffed and patted the top of my head, as was his normal custom.

"Misaki," he began, seriously. He never called me by my full name unless he was scolding me or trying to start a serious conversation. "I am alright now; I thank you for caring for my wellbeing. But I am good now."

I blushed crimson into his chest, "I don't care… I hate you…" Knowing that what I said to him was not true, as it had never been true every time I had cursed him with it. He chuckled, "True to form, Ayuzawa." I pulled away from him and prompted him to continue his story.

"I grew up in a household full of negativity and scorned feelings that I began to hide my true emotions and made myself stoic and observant. I threw myself into learning everything that my family's wealth would allow me. I surpassed the skills acquired by a normal rich person, and made myself determined to surpass my parents both in happiness and in life. I didn't want anything to do with their wealth, and thus I began to separate myself from their disappointed and frustrated gazes. I relied solely on myself and did not allow my parents to meddle in my life, because as soon as my mother or father obtained my favor, they would use it against the other. I was determined not to become a pawn in their suffering marriage." He adjusted our limbs to place my legs on top of his lap; I merely watched his movements and made no move to correct him.

Why would his parents allow their marital problems to leak out to their only child? Why didn't they see that they only caused him suffering and pain? What kind of people try to pit their children against their spouse? I won't ever force my children to choose! That is the lowest of the low! My face grew hot at my own thoughts, what am I blabbering about, what children? God, I need help…

Usui decided to take this moment when I was so internally occupied to smirk at me. "I won't force my children to choose." I looked up at him as his words began to register in my mind.

"Stop reading my mind!" I complained, whining.

"I wasn't, we had the same thought. It is like we are meant to be, we are so in sync." He laughed at my naiveté.

"Baka Usui… Hurry up and tell the story." I mumbled, defeated.

He continued, "They tried to use me, tried too many times that I was at my limit, so I legally emancipated myself from them. The trial was long and arduous, but in the end, I was successful in leaving them. It was stipulated that every month on the first of the month they would send me the money I needed to survive on until I was 21. With the funds from the first couple of months of separation, I rented my apartment on my own. It was thrilling to be free of their tyrannous reign, but I still kept my eyes trained on them, I wanted to know when they were finally finished with each other." He sighed, remembering the past. "It took two short months after I left, that was when they decided to cut the ties of their shattered marriage and be done with the distrust and hurt. I remember reading about it in the paper; the headline read 'Fortunate Family, Not So Fortunate Marriage'. The article delved deep into the broken remains of their marriage and how I had left them after a private and lengthy court battle. It maintained that I was nowhere to be found, and that they couldn't locate my mother either for a statement. But they received one from my father that was most shocking to me; he had apparently been reported saying, 'I am free of that demon of a woman and that burden of a child. I won't waste my time thinking about them, and I won't lose any sleep either.' This disgusted me, but I was determined to not let his rage affect my new life. I simply did as my father demonstrated and cut my ties with the pair of them." He shook and his fists clenched with rage and betrayal.

"Do you know that neither of them bothered to look for me?" His turquoise eyes couldn't hide the agony he felt at their complete lack of care. I hugged him tightly, "I care, Usui. You're not alone anymore." I felt his body quake in surprise of my heartfelt words; he was touched so deeply by my admission that he wrapped his arms around me tightly and didn't try anything perverted.

"Ayuzawa, I love you."

"I know, baka."