Yours for Eternity

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A/N: A collaboration between Bonds of Hatred and me xD Oh, its our first time trying out KWMS fanfictions/drabbles so please give us your support!

Reviews would be much appreciated!

Drabble #1: Party

Misaki had always hated parties.

To her, it meant drinking, dancing and sleaziness. She knew that if she went for any, the whole party would be destroyed and the students would be sent home instantly. So, to avoid disrupting the fun that normal people adored, she stayed away from mass dances and celebrations.

But, staring into the clear emerald eyes of Usui Takumi somehow made her resolution waver slightly. She hurriedly looked away. No way was she going to let some perverted alien break her record of not stepping into a party for her 7 years of teenage hood.

"No means no."

"Awww, Pres," his smooth voice persuaded. "Its just once! Besides, it's the End of Year Bash organized by the school committee. All the more you should attend it." Misaki could picture the pathetic gaze he was burning her with. The one that made her give in to almost everything he requested…

"But—"

Usui suddenly leaned forward swiftly, forcing her to move backwards. She winced as the hard wall hit her back. Misaki froze, feeling her cheeks burn furiously. Her brown eyes darted around. No one visited the garden, especially during lesson periods. They didn't dare.

Usui was gazing at her with a particular look in his eyes. She didn't feel comfortable with that gaze. His arm pinned her to the wall, a smirk starting to slide across his perfect lips. "Say you'll come, Misa-chan."

"You're getting bolder, eh?" she growled and tried to twist his arm, but he was way too strong. The smirk got more evil. Misaki gulped as she cowered down, a soft whimper leaving her pale lips.

The heat emitting from Usui's chest faded away. Misaki opened her eyes, to see Usui with a disappointed look on his face. He didn't say anything, but just gave her a resigned smile.

"Usui…"

His hand ruffled at her hair as he moved off to his next class. Misaki stood there, wondering why she suddenly felt so guilty.

LATER

Misaki found herself being dolled up by Sakura that evening. Somehow, Usui had gotten hold of her best friend and told her to continue persuading Misaki into going for the bash. Suddenly, Misaki didn't feel regretful of rejecting him. How stupid did she get? Usui wasn't the type to give up easily.

And Sakura's "persuading" was more like insisting. She had rushed over to Misaki's house, armed with several of her sister's dresses. They finally picked out a blue spaghetti-strap dress, which Sakura helpfully tied a light blue sash to the waist.

To Misaki's frustration, after Sakura had helped with her makeup, she rushed Misaki out of the house without allowing her to take a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Outside, Misaki came face to face with a stunning man.

He had beautiful blonde hair, not gelled up, just the way she liked it. In fact, she liked any hairstyle he had. His warm green eyes were welcoming, and very pleased. He held out his hand, and bowed. Misaki didn't hesitate. Her feet, clad with flats (Sakura knew better not to let her wear heels) moved towards him, her eyes transfixed on his.

"Good evening, Ayuzawa." He warmly greeted, his eyes never leaving hers. Misaki felt as though she could melt. "G-good evening." She stammered. Usui hadn't brought a car. She didn't mind. The bash was just on the next street.

The walk was silent, but comfortable. Misaki couldn't help but steal glances at Usui. He was wearing a casual suit that fitted him perfectly, making him look like a model. Whereas, she was confident that she looked like a below-average female beside him.

"You look wonderful."

Misaki lifted her eyes to his face. Usui was not looking at her. She swallowed. "You don't believe me." He said, chuckling. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her to the reflection on a building's window. Misaki gulped. A beautiful female stared back at her. It was miraculous how Sakura could transform her.

She turned back to Usui, only to see him staring back at her, smiling slightly. "You perverted alien." She blushed. He moved closer, his lips lingering close to hers. Misaki held her breath.

"Your perverted alien." He whispered, moving closer—

"OI!" A chorus of voices called from afar. Misaki, startled, jumped up and hit her forehead against his. Usui winced and let out a groan. Misaki blushed madly. She marched forward, towards the yellow blinking lights and blasting music. Usui forced himself not to curse under his breath. He trudged towards the bash, ignoring the cheers from his classmates.

Usui smiled as he watched Misaki warm up in the crowd. He stood by the punch bowl, gazing into the crowd. He saw nobody but her. From the start, he knew that she was meant for him. And no matter what, he wasn't planning to leave her.

He didn't know she could dance well. Her eyes would meet his occasionally, but she would quickly look away. He didn't bother to join the crowd. Why would he do that?

The bash ended after an hour, and Usui watched the crowd leave, ecstatic and high. He got himself another cup of water and leaned back against the counter. Where was she, anyway?

"Usui."

Misaki frowned up at him, her cheeks flushed from the dancing. "Why didn't you join in?"

Usui smiled at her. "I didn't come to party, Ayuzawa."

"Then?"

"I came to see you have a great time." He took her hand, and watched her bite her lip, her cheeks darkening. Usui raised her hand to his lips, and kissed it. Misaki's pink lips curved up in a shy smile, before he claimed them as hers.

That's the first part of our series of short stories/drabbles! I really hoped you enjoyed it~ please leave your comments!

Bonds of Hatred will be doing the next chapter ^^

-Skitter