Hi! This chapter's kinda late, but it's longer than the first.
Did I mention that there is a teensy, tiny bit of Misaki/Hinata in this story...? Well, yeah, there is, but very little. This story is most certainly Usui/Misaki.
This story is in the high T rating. Just letting you know...Also, I apologize if there's any OOCness...
On with the chapter!
Two: Let's Play a Game
Perhaps the world about him froze, or something. He couldn't really tell. All he knew was that his body felt heavy, numb, even, and his brain had gone completely blank at the sight of her.
Her, her, her, she was there, next to him, right in front of his eyes; he could reach out his hand and actually touch her. After four long years...It almost felt like a dream, or a sick joke.
The people who were around him stopped whatever antics they had been doing to watch the scene unfold. His Misaki (It felt so good saying that, but he knew he had no right to, nor did he actually want to.), the Misaki he had known so many years ago, the Misaki he had fallen so hard for, was fuming in anger, a sight that he was used to seeing. However, a part of him wanted her anger to be directed towards him, like the old days.
Call him a masochist; he didn't really give a damn.
He couldn't help but muse; his Misaki didn't change as much as he thought she would. Fierce eyes, amber, yellow, lemon, and copper all mixed together like a potion and sparkling wondrously. The soft, shining ebony hair he loved running his fingers through grew a tad bit, gently nipping the small of her back and brushing the underside of her breasts. She hadn't grown an inch, he chuckled, and she was still petite, small and frail, yet strong and capable and demonic, just how he remembered her. Just like he liked her.
She was still gorgeous, beauty rivaling Mother Nature herself, just breath-takingly marvelous. He could've descended to his knees and bowed down to her, like a goddess smothered in bright light and glowing. She was his goddess.
Even when she was screaming at the top of her lungs in anger like that.
He found his stare glued to her. He really didn't know what it was, but he was drawn to her, like a moth to light, like a child to sugar. Like an animal to its prey. Perhaps people could call his attraction to her obsessive, scary, dangerous even. He didn't care; he'd never hurt her. She was his princess, and he ached for her, eyes dancing in desire, love, a little bit of pain, control, amusement, lust, and hunger.
Oh, the hunger.
Her screeching voice brought him back to reality. He hadn't realized he licked his lips, moistening them, and his teeth latched onto his bottom lip.
"Look at what you did!" she barked, still-dainty finger pointing to her abdomen. Red wine stained her stomach, drenching that part of the dress. He hadn't realized she was wearing a silk, black dress, that barely covered her thighs, left her elbows bare, left the slight swell of her breasts visible, and her slender and oh so delicious curves displayed in full view. It hugged her like second skin. He wondered when she started to dress so…gaudily. From what he remembered, she hadn't had an ounce of self-consciousness when it came to femininity.
He found his tongue sliding over his lips once again as jade eyes roamed over her body, slid from her boiling, firing eyes, to supply pink lips, to slightly uncovered breasts, to a skinny yet womanly figure, to creamy white thighs peeking out from under the hem of her skirt. Hunger for her increased tenfold; it almost became starvation, like he hadn't eaten in weeks. He wanted her.
And he hadn't noticed when the surge of jealousy exploded within him, erupting like a fire, blood boiling hotly though his veins, jaw twitching, fists clenched. He was hers, he selfishly declared. He hated the idea of other lecherous pigs gazing at her body in that raven dress, eyes following the slight roll of her hips and her bare thighs brushing together as she walked, with an air about her that screamed victory. He didn't want others to want her. She was his.
And he was going to make her know that. He was going to etch it into her brain himself if that was what it took.
Many pairs of eyes watched the scene unfold. Misaki was mad, no, furious. "You ruined my dress!"
The man she'd been yelling at looked as if he'd seen a ghost, or something. "I-I'm so s-sorry, Miss! I was w-walking by and s-someone bumped into me!" He held the now empty wine glass in his shaking hand.
Takumi was waiting for the punching and the kicking, but it never came. Instead, a sigh came. A blonde eyebrow rose elegantly on his brow.
Misaki closed her eyes, lowered her fists, and inhaled a deep, deep breath. Deathly auras also subsided. "It's alright. It was an accident."
To tell the truth, Takumi was surprised. She had gotten softer over the years. Interesting…
He smirked.
"I'll go wash off," she said, turning and making her way to the washrooms, not before stopping and giving the people around her a deadly glower. "What are all of you looking at? Please go back to your business." And she walked off.
Well, at least she said "please".
His eyes followed her all the way to the washroom and disappearing inside the one labeled for women.
Before he could stop them (or even think), his feet began leading him towards the washrooms. He didn't know what he was doing, but he wanted to talk to her. He hadn't talked to her in two years, and hadn't seen her in four. He'd been craving her.
And so, he positioned himself to lean on the wall next to the women's washroom door. He waited, waited, waited, watched people dancing, even hummed a catchy tune to himself. He'd been taught to be patient. After all, the best things in life were worth waiting for.
Finally, after waiting for (what seemed like) an eternity, she emerged from the bathroom, a damp water stain set on her waist, paper towels scrunched in angry hands trying to dry the mess away. She grunted in frustration, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
That was when he grabbed her elbow (She let out an adorable squeak of surprise; she hadn't even known he'd been standing there.), and swiftly dragged her away, inside the cleaning closet.
He pushed her in, rather harshly but still not enough to hurt her. He was eager. He shut the door behind him and locked it. Her head jerked upwards at the locking door's 'click'.
He turned around, slowly, leisurely, lingeringly. He finally faced her, emerald eyes darkening, his hunger growing with each passing second. She glared back at him, yellow eyes burning beautifully in a cruel mixture of anger, shock, regret, and hatred.
Oh, the hatred.
Fleeting moments of silence passed by; he was leaning casually on the locked door, eyes stuck to her like glue, arms crossed over a lean, built chest. She stared back at him with ferocity, and with surprise contorted painfully into her flawless facial features.
She finally spoke up, in a voice that he didn't even know belonged to her. She was sweating, shaking even, in nervousness. "U-Usui." Shock was in her voice.
He didn't miss the chance to tease her. "Why so surprised?" His voice flowed through the pregnant silence and slight darkness, husky, smooth, wickedly sweet, and predatory.
He didn't notice she was twiddling her fingers, and she looked away from him, towards the wall. "I d-didn't expect to see you."
He cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow in slight enjoyment. A playful smile appeared on his lips, curving upwards coyly, despite his mood. "You came to my party and didn't expect to see me?" Sarcasm dripped from his tone.
She jerked her head towards him, small fists clenched, her anger returning. "I wanted to avoid you!" Black eyebrows were now furrowed, pink lips formed into a perfect line.
Now both blonde eyebrows rose. "Why is that?" His tone was teasing, taunting, playful, just like it always had been. He knew he was driving her insane.
She evaded his question, and instead asked another. "Why've you brought me in here?" He opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it. "Let me go."
He began chuckling, deep, throaty snickers that disappeared into the air. "You should answer my question first, Ayuzawa." And he began walking closer, dangerously closer. Backing into the wall, she looked at him fiercely, as if countering him, as if saying he could do his worst, and it would never affect her.
That was exactly what he'd been planning to do, his worst.
Her back hit the wall, and he trapped her between strong arms, hovering over her. Emerald bore into amber heatedly, flaming like fire.
She scowled, hands behind her back, neck craned all the way to look up at his tall form. "I'm not scared of you, Usui."
He shook his head in humor, and in slight anger. "I thought I was the one who evaded questions," he pointed out. "Tell me why you were avoiding me." His tone became lower, deeper, and demanding.
Her gazed wavered for a few split-seconds. She hesitated to speak, her teeth biting her lip, for brief moments. "Too much has changed…" Her voice was low, lower than a whisper. Of course, he heard her; he was a perverted outer space alien, after all. But, he just needed to taunt her.
"What did you say?" He cupped his ear with a hand. Her jaw twitched.
"I said," she began, her hissing equivalent to a snake's. Her venom didn't faze him in the slightest, "too much has changed. Nothing's the same anymore." Her voice cracked as she spoke. She looked down, away from his suffocating gaze.
"Nothing?" he asked, his voice strained. He nudged slightly closer to her, their chests a breadth of a hair away from touching.
"Nothing," Misaki affirmed, looking to the side, her joints jumbling up. She inhaled a deep, deep breath, again, before she spoke. "I-I don't love you anymore. That…that was a long time ago."
His fists clenched, nails biting into his skin. "I know," he muttered. "I know. You…probably hate me now, right?"
She gulped, but didn't respond. She only nodded scarcely.
He chuckled, but not in humor, in emptiness, in anger, in pain and sadness. "I knew it. Heh, Ayuzawa has gotten soft over the years."
She didn't hit him for his remark, like he planned. He was even bracing himself for the pain. Instead, she looked up at him, and he was surprised to see pity in those smoldering eyes. Pity and pain.
"Well," Takumi started strongly, "I'm still in love with Ayuzawa." It was what he wanted to say all this time.
For a nanosecond, her eyes widened. But then, the pity was back. "Usui, I'm…" she trailed off, and he was starting to get frustrated.
"Speak up," he demanded hoarsely, hollowly. She gulped again, and he saw her chest bob up and down from her deep breaths.
"I'm engaged to Hinata."
She announced it strongly, almost proudly.
His eyes didn't widen; his jaw didn't drop open. No, he wasn't surprised. He expected this. And so, he laughed, loudly, cackles booming in the small space. The fire inside him erupted, went wild, and he punched the wall next to Misaki's head. She was startled; plaster flew everywhere.
His head was bowed; he didn't want to look her in the eye. His blonde hair tickled her forehead. "Congratulations," he murmured in the weakest voice she ever heard. It was so uncharacteristic of him, he knew, but he couldn't help it. "Aren't you a little young to get married?" he elated in a futile attempt at humor. She didn't even grace him with an answer, but something in her eyes screamed 'No'.
He…couldn't even describe what he was feeling.
Betrayed was one of the things that popped into his mind. But that wasn't true. It was more like hopelessness, a whole lot of pain, and sadness. Tears stung his eyes. He wanted to cry. He felt so weak, so vulnerable, so pitied. It made him sick.
The one most important to him was gone. The one he loved the most wasn't his anymore. He could've choked with the irony.
He couldn't look at her. No, he didn't have the courage to. Suddenly, rocks appeared in his throat; he struggled to breath. He felt the ghostly deep beating of his heart, hot blood throbbing in his veins. He was burning in anger.
Her next comment was like adding fuel to the fire.
"Now let me out of here."
He was motionless. And silent.
"Usui, let me out."
He still didn't move. He held her shoulders firmly.
"Usui, let me go!"
Clenched fists slammed on his chest countless times; she fidgeted and squirmed and wiggled, but he wouldn't budge. She hissed, she screamed, but he wouldn't move.
"USUI!"
His head shot up, and he slammed his mouth to hers. His speed was uncanny.
He trapped her wrists in his bloodied hand, the other pressing her closer to him, so much closer, as if he wanted her to dissolve into him. He kissed her with force, with fury, with the ferocity of an animal. Teeth knocked together painfully; lips smashed together, in anger, and regret. He bit her lip, and went clean through the skin like daggers. His tongue lapped all the salty, metallic liquid away.
"Usui!" she screamed between kisses. She kept wriggling under him, trying to slide her hands out of his grip. It didn't work. He wouldn't let go.
He lost all his senses when he kissed her. It seemed like his brain melted out of his skull and dripped from his ears. He was moving on pure impulse, on pure instinct, in pure and hot anger.
Her scent, it was too much. A sweet hint of vanilla laced with salt and edginess, mixed with her own feminine smell made her essence. And he couldn't get enough of it. It was like a drug, and it took over his mind and body, brought them into a haze. It was like the sweetest candy, and better than the most expensive wine in the world.
She was about to protest again; he took this opportunity to dip his tongue into her mouth, to taste every part of her cavern. She tasted even sweeter than her aroma. It was mind-numbing.
Tongues battled mercilessly, in viciousness, in savagery, in venom. His hold on her tightened, and her struggles soon died down. She kissed him back angrily, and he let her wrap her arms around his neck and swim her fingers through his hair. He groaned slightly when she pulled the blonde locks, and scraped her fingernails against his skull painfully.
She wouldn't succumb to him. That was just like her. He liked the idea of her underneath him, helpless, weak, giving in to him in complete surrender. He liked the idea of attacking her, invading her, like a tiger to a deer. But, of course, Ayuzawa Misaki wouldn't have that. She had to attack back. She wouldn't succumb to anyone. He hissed.
He slammed her into the wall, and the need for breath caused them to pull away. He immediately moved down, nipping and sucking at her neck wickedly. He bit harshly on the fragile skin, and sucked the pain away, leaving his mark. She growled, digging her nails into the back of his neck, drawing blood. His fingers desperately tried pulling her dress down, away, and out of his line of sight.
His lips moved up, and he licked her cheek lavishly; her skin was the best thing he ever tasted. Lusciously sweet, with a touch of salt from her perspiration, but it left an acidic, bitter aftertaste on his tongue. He didn't mind; he wanted to taste all of her. Unconsciously, slim fingers hitched her skirt higher on her thighs, dangerously higher, and he stroked the ivory skin there. Before they knew it, they were burning, with anger and with passion. The heat was becoming too much.
Eager, hungry lips rested by her ear, and his teeth latched onto her earlobe; he bit and tugged on it, like he was thirsty for blood. She hissed, pulling forcefully on his hair, but he didn't move. He sucked the pain away, and moved his mouth to blow in her ear. She shivered, fingers unconsciously unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his tie, and dragging nails down his back, leaving long, bloody trails in their wake.
He growled lowly, animally; he knew she enjoyed hearing that. And then, when he calmed his erratic, deep breathing, he whispered.
"You're still in love with me."
It was as if her brain went back to 'on' mode. She jerked her head to the side, black hair bobbing about her neck. Her arms flung away from his neck and her fist crushed into his cheek ferociously. He could've sworn he heard the 'crack' of his jaw as he flew back from the force, his glasses flying off his face. He landed on the floor, on his bottom, and his hand gingerly caressed his bruised cheek.
He heard her pant in anger, in embarrassment, and her face was flushed. His blood stained her unpolished nails; he knew her blood was still on his lips. Her bottom lip was still bleeding.
"I'm not in love with you, Usui!" she barked. He turned his face away, blonde bangs shadowing his eyes. "Get that in your fucking head!" She delicately pressed her fingertips to her burning crimson lips.
"You-!" she started to shriek, but stopped. He knew that she saw the crescent-shaped red marks peppered on his neck, blood still oozing from them. He knew that she knew that she was no victim. She participated on her own, and that made him all the more ecstatic.
He chuckled in jolly. "Don't know what to say?" he said, huskily.
She growled, "I'm engaged, Usui. I'm not yours anymore."
He nodded in understanding, because frankly, he knew well that she wasn't his. But, that wouldn't stop him from trying to claim her, again.
"When's the wedding?"
There was nothing to describe that besides straight-forward. Or maybe blunt.
She gulped.
"A little more than a year."
He started chuckling, snickering, and he knew she was sick of hearing him laugh. Rubbing the red mark on his cheek, he slowly ascended from the floor, and brushed off the dirt on his suit. And then slowly, ever so slowly, he lifted his head, and stared at her hungrily. Jade eyes turned darker, scarier, swimming in a black pool of desire.
"Let's play a game, Misa-chan."
He began stalking closer to her, and she shrank under his callous gaze; she'd never seen him look like that. Shaking, shivering, sweating, she stared back at him.
"W-what game?"
He smirked, that beautiful smirk that made all women swoon over him. "In a year, you're gonna fall for me again." Fiery amber eyes widened. "And when you do, you leave Hinata, and marry me."
Visibly, she was shocked.
"And if I fail to make you fall for me, I'll pay for your wedding."
He knew she was at a loss for words. However, determination and the need to win flashed within her yellow orbs. His smirk grew wider.
"Ayuzawa never refuses a challenge."
Amber eyes narrowed, and her face contorted into an expression similar to that of competitiveness, with a hint of disgust.
"I accept."
Emerald orbs sparkled slyly, happily, and dangerously.
"Wonderful."
So, here's chapter two. To tell the truth, I'm a little iffy about it. Tell me what you think! Feedback is greatly welcomed.
By the way, updates will probably be irregular. School's a bitch. I'll try to update every weekend, if not, every two weeks...
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