Dammit. I just wanted to post this chapter as soon as I was done with it because the first one was embarrassingly short. So yeah...I wanted to say a few things but I kinda forgot what they were so shit! School is about to start and I'm here typing nothing useful. Thank you for the positive feedback you guys gave me in the first chapter. I hope you do the same for this one.
Sighing, she took out the details of the new student rule book, this magazine problem was getting troublesome, but that wasn't even the half of it...she needed time, more time. Lately, 24 were getting too brief, she couldn't put together everything. And the amount of sleep she was getting...
It was 3:30 already and she was lagging behind her schedule. Nowhere near satisfied with the work she had completed, she slammed the file shut. Her reporting time had passed away half an hour ago. Her only hope was that he wouldn't have noticed, but he always did. And that was why she was in deep trouble.
Tying her hair up in a messy ponytail to ease her sweat glands, she cleaned up in a haste. She hoped that he would understand, but he never did. Usui Takumi was a walking devil! Everyday single day he approached her like she had committed murder...What had she done to displease him so much? The thought was enough to ignite a certain feeling of helplessness within her.
Despite being so against men, how could ever even think of surrendering to one? Her thought line vaporized at the noise of the bag of a certain door. Her eyes widened at the sight of the person standing on the edge of the student council room. The green in his eyes was as dark as violent sea waters.
Though involuntary, she shivered in anticipation, but the absence of a requited smirk told her that she was dead meat. Not that she was ready to take any kind of blow he would throw at her...
His steps were slow, agonizingly slow. And then suddenly he grabbed the papers she had been working on, tearing them in half and emptying them in the bin and then kicking the bin to a corner of the class.
On an average day, Misaki would have lunged at him and tore his clothing in half but surprisingly, her eyes brimmed with tears. "Stop" Her voice was a hoarse whisper.
He turned around and gave her a look that told her she should have left,"STOP WHAT?!" He shouted "YOU were the one who started THIS." He thrashed his arms gesturing at the surroundings.
"I can't" She rasped, her throat thick with choked down tears,"Do this anymore." The hope in her heart died out and negative thoughts clouded her thinking. Abruptly, her body stopped responding to her brain and her knees gave out. The last thing she was the corners of his eyes softening, but it must have been her imagination.
He knew that he was being extremely cruel, even when she didn't deserve anything but compassion...in a way, they were dealing with the same situation. His misfortune of being an illegitimate child and her hard luck of having to deal with a debt that her father should have fulfilled, it formed a connection that was rare.
Nevertheless, he couldn't help but be jealous. He had previously worked as a maid in a cafe, but despite getting home at ten, she would stay up and study to maintain her ever-so-perfect grades. Her mother treated and sister were highly supportive of her and she had plenty of friends in a school- a good scope for a happy life.
He, on the other hand, was a bastard, in literal terms. His late mother had never loved him and his grandfather, brother and even his servant hated him beyond expression of words. School seemed to be another burden, sure he was popular, but he had no one to call a friend. So, in reality, his popularity and good looks did nothing for him. The only company he really had was his cat- Licht, but even his cat hated him, she would often scratch his face...but deep inside, he actually found it endearing.
Watching Misaki achieve so much sent a burning fire in his heart, she reminded him too much of his own mother, how she had done as she pleased. And he couldn't help reminiscing his past and use this opportunity to take his overdue revenge.
He wanted to torture her day by day, pass along the impression his ancestors had imprinted on his mind, until she suffered infinitely, as much as him...
But this wasn't the only reason he was doing this...she made him feel things,things he shouldn't be capable of feeling...not after all he had been through. The betrayal and loneliness he dealt with should have ridden him of all humane, affectionate emotion.
And to block these feelings, he pleased himself with masochistic deeds...but maybe, just maybe, he had gone too far today. The hurt in her eyes seemed to have a direct connection with the falter in his heart beat.
He didn't move to catch her when she fell even though he could have helped it if not for his shock...Had she really been pushing herself that hard? The 'bang' of her head on the floor shook him out of his senses. Immediately, he was at her side, checking for signs of bleeding, when he found none...he sat down next to her. Running his fingers through her hair, he searched for the resultant bump.
And it was quite prominent. She needed rest, anyone could see that. Sighing he brushed a few strands off her face, only to see them fall back.
In one swift move, she was cradled in his arms. Groaning, he said to no one in particular, "Ugh...Who would have thought the Prez was so heavy?"He heard her faint mumble and decided to get going.
"Ya know...if you would just give in, maybe I would accept you for who you are." Usui muttered in an almost endearing tone. Her eyebrows twitched instantaneously, at his words. "Shhh" He whispered yet again, "It's better this way, though."
She was drowning, literally. Sh had never experienced this kind of comfort in her life. The cool breeze blowing delicately on her face, the warmth and glossiness of the silk sheets around her. The way her body sunk on this cloud-like mattress. Wait! Mattress...
Slowly, she poked an eye open to see a coral blue ceiling and black silk-literal silk. The first thing she did was to jump off the bed, she had never seen a silk garment in her life, let alone silk bed covers. The she realized the familiarity of the exposition. It was Usui's room, she had been there countless times. She stood up, trying to recollect her thoughts.
"So you're awake?" She turned abruptly, only to come face to face with Usui Takumi. "Nuh-uh" He said, clicking his tongue. His hands on her shoulders pushed down until she was on the bed,she gaped at him. His touch was so gentle. Gentle? A million thoughts crossed her mind, some of them questioning the speed of her heart.
He turned around, his face a question mark, "What? What's wrong?" Misaki finally decided it was time to interlock her jaws. She shook her head, incapable of speech as a blush covered her face.
His chuckle seemed to cut through the thickness of the air. "It happens...You females can't help it." His expression hardened drastically, as if someone had instantaneously coated it with a POP mask. "Don't mistake the intention of my favor, I haven't forgiven you yet."
She closed her eyes at the sudden pang she felt in her heart? It had been happening a lot lately. Was she developing some sort of heart disease?
And that was when it struck her. "How did I get here?" She remembered being in the school, getting through all her periods then Yukimura coming up with the student handbook requirements. And then...Why was her memory so hazy?
He seemed bewildered at her question, at first before he turned away. "What do you mean?"
She eyed him carefully, looking for signs of lying because the last thing she remembered was the placid school wall. "I. Said. How. Did. I. Get. here?"
"What are you talking about?" His quizzical expression was almost enough to make her question herself. Keyword- Almost.
"HOW DID I GET HERE?" She gritted her teeth at the thought of him doing indecent things to her.
His growl was animalistic "Does it matter?" It was only then that she realized he was blushing. If not for her insecurities, she would have burst out laughing.
"Of course it does..." She muttered, clutching the bed-sheet to her chest.
"Hey!" He said, agitated "I was brought up in a good family, not some cheap shit-hole like yours."
She glared up at him, both hurt by his harshness and guilty of thinking that he had softened towards her. She had thought that she was used to such remarks.
"I should get going." It wasn't a question. She got up and put on her shoes, planning to leave without a second word.
"I-I didn't mean for it to come out that way." She turned towards him and saw the faint regret behind his eyes. This was probably the closest thing to an apology she would ever get. Shooting him half a smile, even though he couldn't see it, she turned heading towards the door.
"Wait Misaki!" Her eyes widened at the sound of her first name. "I-I-I...I'm s-sorry okay. I really didn't mean it. I guess I was just offended."
She couldn't believe she was hearing this from the guy who assaulted her probably everyday, the same person who kept her awake at night even when she had finished her homework.
"Just be here by five tomorrow. Please, I need you...Don't quit on me."
She turned around and she couldn't help it, the guilt and worry in his eyes sent her running to him. Misaki engulfed him in the tightest embrace she could muster. "A-Arigatou." She whispered trying to catch her breath through sniffs. She couldn't believe the fact that he had allowed her to stay at school for two extra hours.
"Hey!" He gripped her shoulders, pulling her back firmly. "Why the heck are you crying? It's not like I said anything like that. Did I?"
She shook her head, mustering a small laugh. "I should get going." Why was understanding emotions so hard for him?
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