Chapter Two: Those small beautiful lively towns

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Day 1 in Edensberg

"Rise and Shine, Stupid-Alien" Misaki cooed as she pulled off the velvet red curtains from the windows. She gasped in awe as the early sunlight rays entered the train compartment. Misaki pulled out her phone and bent down to click the pictures of sunrise from the window of the moving train.

She sat cheerfully on her berth as her feet dangled from the seat and looked out, humming a tune. "England at its finest", she mused.

"Boring England at its finest" she pouted. This was getting boring for her as the sun went up. Her eyes went to the blond mop of hair that slept peacefully on the berth opposite to her. She had left him to his own devices last night, the poor blond had pouted and prayed, but she didn't budge. Misaki laughed at she remembered Takumi grumbling to himself about being abandoned. She extended her arm towards him. It was time to wake up for Takumi.

He slept peacefully, with his back towards her, facing the dead side of the birth. Misaki tried to move him, but he was sound asleep. He lay on his stomach, with his face buried deep in the pillow. Suddenly Misaki left out, she wanted to see his face. She almost felt bad for pushing him away last night.

"Usui, Wake up"

Takumi Usui slept like a child.

Misaki sighed as she tried to move him, pinch him, but he just wouldn't wake up. Damn it. She was feeling irritated now.

"Oi" she said softly as she pushed and pulled his strong arm, which was over the pillow, and other under the pillow. His muscular back was in front of her, obstructing her view. His white shirt was hiding the muscles underneath. She touched his shoulders, softly, out of pure curiosity. He was fast asleep, and he didn't need to know about her little exploration, he wouldn't know about this.

Misaki's face turned red as her fingers danced slowly on the expanse of his back, her fingers traced the curve of his shoulder blades. It felt very hard. Compared to her soft skin, Takumi's were hard and tough. His skin was flawlessly fair, how she envied him. And loved him.

"Wake up already" she pouted as she shook him one last time.

"Are you done admiring me from afar, young lady?" He turned his face around with a smirk on her face. The first four buttons of his white button down shirt were left open, revealing his fair and beautifully muscular chest. His hair was a mess, and his smile was fresher than the early morning. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked at her. Misaki turned red as she stumbled back on her berth. She was caught. Poor girl!

"Wh-What are you talking about?! I was trying to wake you up, Alien!" She looked at him straight in the eyes, trying hard to keep a straight face as she turned red by the second. His eyes twinkled in amusement.

"Yes-Yes, your touches were fairly innocent, I presume?" He raised an eyebrow as he sat up, one hand reached his hair and the mess was pushed back. He yawned and Misaki thought nothing was more seductive than that.

"Of course! I'm not a pervert like you!" She argued and looked away from the show he put on. Too distracting!

"Yes, you're a bigger pervert than me" He mused with a naughty look, Misaki snorted "In your dreams, you pervert. Wait—what are you doing?!"

"Takumi get off me!" She wailed as the pervert settled next to her on the small berth which was made for sleeping of one person. Takumi laid down and pulled her on the top "I couldn't sleep well" He pouted.

"Wh-What?! You were so deeply sleeping I had to shake you awake!" She wailed as her cheek was pressed onto his chest and his hand was on top of her head—patting. Misaki placed both of her palms on his chest, to get away, but she was his prisoner now. Not like she actually minded, she had problems sleeping last night too, not that she would admit.

"I wasn't, I missed you, terribly so" his voice was soft, his confession was made in a low tone that only reached her ears, and how lovely she looked with a face as red as a tomato at the comment!

"I was sleeping next to you" She soothed "And what's with that voice, you idiot?" she spoke next, softer this time.

*begin*

"You were not in my arms, it's not the same" he complained, like a whiny child who was deprived of his toy "What's wrong with my voice?" his voice reached a new low which she instantly recognized "Does my bedroom voice bother you that much?"

Misaki paled, her heart raced and she buried her face in his chest, that idiot. "S-Shut up" she muttered "It doesn't".

"I know, in fact, you like it. You like it very much." He told her, as if informing her about her own deepest secrets. She fisted his shirt as she tried to find a hiding spot from his piercing eyes. He hummed softly as a hand reached the hem of her shirt. She trembled as his hand reached her stomach, exploring her soft skin softly, with expert touch that knew exactly where she liked to be touched.

"Wh-What are you—"She was cut off "Shh…" he said as he traced her waist with his fingers, causing her to shudder at his touch. Desire was evident, there was no hiding it anymore. Misaki shut her eyes as her toes curled at his touch, she placed her lips on his bare skin and kissed him there. Her hands still fisted his shirt, while she trembled in anticipation. Her heart beat was maddening and she was high—high off his love. His pleasant fingers moved up slowly and reached her back. She bit her lip when her bra was unclasped with a single hand, and she came undone.

But

Nothing happened.

Misaki looked up at him as she opened her eyes. Her gaze landed on his face—a pleased smile was plastered on his damned annoying face as he raised an eyebrow. He had already deciphered her question "Why did you stop?" but he decided that he wanted to hear it from her instead.

"What's wrong, Misaki?" he inquired innocently as Misaki sat up—atop of him, legs on either side. Her palms were placed on his chest to balance herself, let's not forget that the train was moving and she didn't want to fall on the floor.

She bit her lip irritably as she looked at him, with hazy eyes. Her breathing was labored and her heart raced. "Why?" annoyed, flustered, angry, turned on.

"What?" amused.

"Why did you stop, Usui?" She looked away when a fierce blush overcame her.

A chuckle. "Stop doing what? I believe that isn't even my name".

A frustrated sigh. "You just don't unhook a girl's bra and pretend to be doing nothing, Takumi" she said dryly—matter of fact voice that shook his world.

Widened eyes, lust truly brought out the best in his Misaki. But before a snide remark could be formulated, his lips were sealed, by her own. Hesitation long gone, replaced by naughty intentions. She pushed him down, and pinned him down. The kiss was demanding, and he found himself giving her exactly what she wanted. His hands snaked inside her shirt and began their work. Tongues danced—a battle of passion and dominance. She won, he let her. After all, she had defeated him years ago. She bit his lower lip, and he gave her a hickey on the neck. They were equals. All revenges taken, all grudges sorted. Misaki smiled as she left his lips, and kissed him on the neck instead, and began trailing down. Takumi let her, of course. He kept her in place using his capable arms, to keep balance while in motion and then they tended to basic primal urges that are as old as time.

*end*

"I adore you, Takumi" she said, breathless and completely satisfied. Her fingers circled patterns on his bare chest as she rested, after their "morning exercise". It could be very well said that they had run a marathon. Takumi could only smile—stunned, dumbfounded, and mesmerized.

"I adore you as well, Misaki" he spoke softly as they closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The arrangements have been done, you will find him in the small town five miles from the mansion.

-Cedric Morris

Thank you Cedric, I am forever indebted to you.

-Misaki

Nonsense, Ma'am. Your wish is my command. And Master's happiness is my priority. I shall take my leave now. You won't face any troubles in finding him in the town. He owns a small restaurant which is quite popular among the common folk. It's called "La vie en rose"

-Cedric Morris

Alright.

-Misaki

Misaki hid her iPhone in the pocket of her pants after replying to the text message. Takumi sat next to her, staring out of the car's window—oblivious. She glanced in his direction, he seemed bored. His chin rested on his palm, and he looked at the greenery the town was blessed with.

Edensberg was a small town in the country side of England where Takumi had spent his time in the tender age of five. He resided in the large mansion owned by his grandfather here, which was a small guest house compared to the massive cornucopia that was the Raven Castle. The town was the epitome of beauty, with small lakes and gardens scattered everywhere. She could imagine little Takumi here, reading a thick novel that was too difficult to read for children his age. The journey was silent, she could see Takumi was thinking, remembering his childhood memories. She placed her palm on top of his palm reassuringly. His attention got diverted by the gesture, and he looked at her with a small smile. She smiled back.

"We're here" Takumi's voice broke the silence, Misaki looked out as the car ushered inside the large gates of the beautiful mansion. This was home, Takumi's home. Misaki kissed his cheek softly as if reassuring him that it was okay to remember his childhood memories. He hadn't been here for the last ten years or more. He might have resided in the Raven Castle when he was back in England from Japan, but that place wasn't his home. He would never get accustomed to the life there. This place, however, was his home.

"The last time I was here, I was twelve, or thirteen" Takumi said as he walked inside the mansion hand in hand with Misaki.

"This place is beautiful" she spoke, in awe.

"I know, I can't wait to show you around" he grinned.

"Takumi! You're back!" A merry voice echoed through the beautiful veranda. A middle aged, slightly chubby and fair woman paced towards him. Misaki looked at Takumi in confusion, who was smiling—truly smiling. Misaki's heart warmed in unexplainable ways at that smile always. The woman hugged Takumi fiercely, like a mother does. Takumi merely wrapped his arms around her, and spun her around.

"I believe I am" he grinned.

"You're so grown up, child!" The woman spoke in awe as she touched his arms experimentally, she kissed his jaw "You've matured to become a very handsome man" she cooed.

Misaki saw the warm exchange of greetings and talks between the two and she realized that this woman was closer to Takumi more than his own blood related family. He never even properly smiled in their direction, but the case was the opposite here. She looked at him, he looked happy.

"Martha, I want you to meet someone" he said as he pulled Misaki close, she could only blush and smile—awkwardly at that.

"You're married?!" The woman looked back at Takumi in disbelief, she smiled and hugged him once again "I'm so happy for you, Takumi!"

Martha engulfed Misaki into a hug next, a motherly gesture "I'm so glad to meet you, dear! Finally, my prayers came true and my Takumi found love" she said, a sad frown overcoming her features for a moment only to get replaced by happiness "I'm so glad, Thank you, darling" she said and let go of Misaki. She merely smiled back "I should thank you, for taking care of him when he was a child" Misaki bowed.

"Okay, we can exchange pleasantries later on, I'm hungry" Takumi's voice interrupted them and Martha left Misaki. She grabbed Takumi's hand and ushered him inside. "Come in! I prepared your favorite pie!" she spoke cheerfully. Misaki walked behind the two. She couldn't help but smile, this was the happiest she had seen Takumi in England. She was glad he had someone to take care of him in his childhood, judging by their behavior, Misaki could easily deduce that Martha was the closest person to Takumi.

The mansion was themed in Victorian style, the furniture was ancient and lavish. The mansion wasn't crowded by maids, she noticed. She only saw Martha and a few other people. The mansion isn't as large and nobody stays here, so that explains the lack of staff here, Misaki thought.

"Misaki dear?" Martha cooed. Misaki nodded with a timid smile as she walked towards the two in the large island kitchen which was quite modern. "I'm here" she spoke.

"Come on now, eat up before it turns cold" She chided her like a mother would, and Misaki found herself obeying like a good kid. She felt the need of impressing Takumi's almost mother. She was like her mother-in-law, and she should act appropriately, Misaki thought.

"This is delicious" Misaki sighed as she took a spoonful in her mouth "Now I know where your cooking skills come from" she whispered in Takumi's ear, who regarded her with a carefree chuckle.

"Now, I have some matters to attend to. Takumi, your room has been cleaned, you both should rest and I'll call you back for lunch, okay?" Martha spoke as she got up with a small purse in hand "I'll be going to town" she spoke as she doors "Make yourself at home, you two" she waved.

Misaki slumped in her chair as soon as Martha left, earning another chuckle from Takumi "Tired?"

"A little" she confessed.

"Don't be so hesitant in front of Martha, she won't scold you" he smirked.

Misaki ate another spoonful "It's not that, I just don't want her to dislike me"

"She won't dislike you" he said.

"I just don't want her to think I'm not good enough for her son" she confessed "The same way you didn't want my parents to hate you" she smiled.

Takumi only chuckled "Don't worry so much"

"You never told me about her before" she said next as she got up to clean her plate.

"There wasn't much to tell, she was the housekeeper here when I was brought here. She took care of me when I was a child, the closest thing to a parent I've ever had" he ran a hand through his hair as he looked out of the window to see Martha walking out "She cared for me like a mother would, since she had no children or family to speak of. Her husband had left her. So we both were the same—abandoned, and unwanted" he said with a blank face. Misaki stilled at the words. She felt the sudden need to soothe him, caress him, anything! Her heart twisted painfully in her chest at the thought of a very alone Takumi—abandoned and unwanted.

She walked towards him as he stared out, drowning in his memories, and cupped his cheeks with both of her hands, her eyes were glossy out of unshed tears, he looked in her eyes now that she had turned his face towards here. "You're not alone, unwanted or abandoned" she said, with a broken voice and kissed him on the lips that took him off guard.

"I'm not, anymore" he breathed softly, and she nodded as tears streamed down her face. Oh how sad she felt for what he went through as a child!

"Stop crying, Misa-Chan" he cooed with a smile, patting her head. Misaki laughed "I hate you"

"I love you too" he laughed heartily at the antics of his beautiful girl.

Misaki looked inside what was Takumi's bedroom when he was a child. Martha told her it was exactly the same as how he had left it. She looked around the cozy bedroom, which was Victorian themed, just like the rest of the mansion. The curtains were mahogany and crème, and it certainly didn't look like a child's bedroom. The entire room screamed of Takumi—everything was kept where it belonged, there was no mess to speak of. All clean and collected. There was a study table that faced large windows with a magnificent view of the outside scenery. Miles of land decorated with flowers and trees could be seen. Misaki sat down on the chair and looked out, experimentally, as if she was trying to envision what little Takumi used to see from his bedroom window.

She found a single photo frame sitting on the nightstand of the four post bed, the only photo frame with his picture in the large room. The walls were lavishly decorated with beautiful paintings, but nothing could be seen which had his face, or the face of his parents. She felt overwhelming sadness wash over her as she traced the outline of little Takumi's silhouette. A young Martha stood next to the beautiful child, with a large smile on her face. Misaki smiled, she was thankful to Martha for being there for Takumi when nobody else was.

"I was cute, wasn't I?" Takumi's comic voice echoed through the room as he leaned on the doorframe of the bedroom door. He looked at her with an amused smirk. "You were" Misaki confessed with a laugh.

"Were? Are you saying I'm not cute anymore?" he pouted, like a mere child and Misaki couldn't help but feel that little Takumi still lived inside her husband. She chuckled "You're not"

"Ouch, I'm hurt" he feigned pain like a wounded puppy as he placed a hand over his heart.

"Stupid Alien" she said as she placed the picture back to where it belonged and yawned.

"Sleepy, are we?" he inquired as he sat down next to her on the bed "Come to daddy, Misa-Chan" and he winked.

Misaki backed off with a mortified look on her face "You're not my daddy!" She aimed an accusing index finger in his direction, and he snorted "I'm not your 'father' but I don't mind being your 'daddy' Misa" he hummed in approval as he looked at her from top to bottom with an interested face and whistled appreciatively, obviously liking what he saw.

"Shut up! Pervert" she looked away, trying to ignore his sexual innuendoes and the perverted looks he sent her way.

"Come on, Misaki" he called her out with waving his hands and calling her as if she was a kitty, but the dangerous glint in his eyes spoke otherwise.

"We are not doing 'it' in your childhood bedroom!" She reprimanded him with a stern gaze and laid down on the bed "It's quite soft" she hummed.

"What's wrong with my 'childhood bedroom'" he pouted as he air quoted the words like a child.

"It's an innocent place that holds innocent memories! Don't spoil it with your pervertism, you pervert!" She smacked his back as she sighed into the soft mattress.

"Okay-Okay" he said as he wrapped an arm around her waist and laid down next to her "Maybe today I can finally sleep peacefully in this bed" he murmured, mostly to himself. But it didn't go unnoticed by her. She turned around to face him, and pecked his forehead, just like he would—always—to reassure her. "Now sleep, Takumi" her voice rung in his mind as he closed his eyes—content, and happy.

Misaki slipped out of the bed as soon as she woke up, it was evening time. From his sleeping habits she knew quite well that Takumi wouldn't be up until it was dinner time. She glanced at his peaceful sleeping form one last time, placed a quick kiss on his lips, and slipped inside the bathroom to change.

She picked a sundress, something she wouldn't usually wear, and grabbed a matching sling she had brought from home. She grabbed her phone on her way out and slipped out unnoticed.

She walked down the stairs timidly as she wanted to go unnoticed. She didn't want any interruptions in her plan, and she didn't have time to lose.

"Misa dear, going somewhere?" Martha inquired with a cherry voice as she looked at Misaki, who reached at the end of the stairs.

"Um, yes"

"Where to?"

"…"

Misaki fidgeted for a moment, as if trying to decide whether to tell her or not.

"To the town" she said, it was true too, she was going to town.

"Where is Takumi?" She raised an eyebrow as she scrutinized her while peeling apples.

"He's asleep"

"I see, does he know?"

"No" Misaki could swear she saw her eyes narrow distrustfully for a moment, she quickly added "I just wanted to see around, and maybe find a suitable gift for Takumi" It was his birthday in three days after all.

"Oh!" The woman's cherry voice was back, and she gave her a big smile "The town is five miles north, take the black convertible, and call me if you need directions" she waved happily "The shops are good enough for a small town like ours. Nothing as compared to your luxurious cities, but I'm sure you'll find something for him" she carried on "I was thinking of baking a cake for Takumi for his birthday".

Misaki smiled "Can I help?" she didn't mention anything about her cooking skills, or lack thereof.

"Sure, but let's keep it a surprise for him" Martha nodded.

"I agree" Misaki said as she sat next to Martha.

"Which was exactly while I was out in town today, I got all the ingredients to prepare supper!" Martha peeled another apple and placed some slices in a plate and gave it to Misaki "Maybe we can go together in town someday, I'll show you around." she said.

"Thank you" she took an apple and bit it as she listened to the older woman.

"Run along now, you'll be late" Martha patted Misaki's head.

"I'll be back in a jiffy" she promised as she walked out.

Misaki reached town in fifteen minutes, the road was clear and there weren't much vehicles around. She punched in the address Cedric had provided her, the man was indeed a ninja. He had the town mapped out for her in an image he had sent. He was sure a convenient asset. She pulled out her car and parked it a little before the main market started, not wanting to catch too much attention. She locked the car and kept the keys in her purse.

The town was more crowded than what all she had seen from the outskirts. People walked around happily, some with children, some with their loved ones. She looked around the various shops that sold different things like wooden carvings, paintings, pottery, sandals, food items, clothes, the list was long. Regardless to say, the market sold everything a person could require to make a living. She saw a few cafes and restaurants that looked very cozy to her. Now all she had to do was find that one man…

Misaki looked around various shops to search for something along the lines of La vie en rose, but nothing of the sort could be seen. She ran a hand through her small pixie cut hair that now reached her neck, they had grown in the course of time.

"Excuse me!" She stopped a middle aged man, he looked at her with a smile "May I help you, Miss?"

"I'm looking for a café, its name is La vie en rose" She read from her phone, opening the text messages from the inbox.

"I haven't heard such a long name for a café before. Are you sure?" he asked thoughtfully.

"I'm positive"

"Sorry, I do not know" he apologized and went on his way. Misaki walked around in the large market place, looking for La vie en Rose…it was supposed to be a famous café, so why couldn't anyone tell her about it?

"Miss, try our fruit salad!"

"Miss, try our special menu!"

"Try our pancakes!"

"Try our ice cream!"

"Custard!"

"Soufflés!"

"French Toast!"

"Marsh Mallows!"

"Hamburgers!"

"Candy!"

Misaki sighed, the vendors were pissing her off. They presumed her for a wandering tourist and offered her to try on their specials. Every time she would go in and asked around for the café, they all would shrug and say they don't" she sighed as she slurped her cold coffee, this was leading to nowhere!

"Have you heard about a café called La vie en rose?" She asked one last lady with a sigh. The woman smiled "La vie en rose, now that I recall, there was a café with the same name but it was renamed, I don't remember the new name, though"

"Okay, thank you!" Misaki said with a wave and the woman headed off in the opposite direction.

"Ugh" she groaned in defeat as she entered a random gift shop, she wasted three hours only to find out that La vie en rose was renamed, what was she going to do now? She had no way of knowing what the café was named now, even Cedric wouldn't know. She had two days left with no clues. She looked at her wrist watch. It was almost 8pm, she had ignored Takumi's calls. She didn't know what she was going to tell him, or Martha. Speaking of Martha, the lady didn't completely trust her. She didn't want her to hate her.

La vie en rose was renamed in recent years, I can't seem to find it.

-Misaki

I'm on it, Ma'am. I shall inform you if I find something.

-Cedric

Misaki unlocked her car dejectedly and got inside, placing the small shopping bags she had managed to collect while looking around for the café which was necessary since she didn't want to raise more eyebrows in doubt.

She pulled inside the front gates of the mansion, which looked beautiful in night lights. A furious Takumi stood in the drive way, with his arms crossed and an unreadable expression on his face. Misaki's heart stopped, what was she going to say? She quietly turned off the ignition and took a deep breath. She put on a smile and took out the small shopping gift bags.

"Where have you been?" asked Takumi, as he eyed Misaki.

She never wore sundresses and fashionable hats.

She never liked shopping.

She chuckled nervously as she held three bags in each hand "I was just out, I wanted to look around" she smiled, hoping—hoping! He would buy it.

"You could just have woken me up" he sighed in relief, running a hand through his hair—something he did when stressed or frustrated "I was worried sick" he confessed as he pulled her into an embrace using one hand. Misaki blushed, as her face collided with his chest. He bought it, thankfully.

"Since when did you dress up so girly and go shopping?" he raised an eyebrow as he took the bags from her hand, walking inside and ignoring her protests of being capable to hold such small bags.

"I don't know, I just…" she rubbed the back of her head thoughtfully.

"But I like girly Misa too" he smiled, and picked her up with ease, bridal style.

"Put me down! I can walk!" she argued back, but he didn't even flinch.

"Call it my male pride" he smirked as he opened the doors and led them inside.

"You and your male ego" she sighed in defeat. No winning against Usui, is there?

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