"What do you think?"

"Mmmhmm…"

"Well, do you like it?"

"Hmpf…"

"And that's supposed to mean…?"

"Oh! Shaal up!"

The blond chuckled amused at her puffed out cheeks. "You look like a chipmunk, Misa-chan!"

"What did you just call me!" she exclaimed once she had noisily gulped down her mouthful of omurice –the best she'd ever had, by the way.

"Cute." He simply replied and delicately shoved another bite in his mouth with his chopsticks. Taken aback, she gave him her hardest stare which grew even more enraged when his eyes told her that he was only mocking her.

"Wh-what?! Are you an idiot?!" All right, should she just let him know that those kinds of words would never work for her? He would never get on her good side just because he was pretending to be nice and…seductive. She had figured him out already. "Sh-Shut it! What's so damn funny?!" Of course, how could she know that the reason he was snickering from across her was the dark red blush spread across her face. "And just how long do you wish to avoid answering my questions?"

He gave her a funny, puzzled look. "You didn't ask me anything, Misa-chan."

She gazed at him perplexed, trying hard to ignore his repeatedly calling her that particular… pet name –'cause that's what it was. He was probably right, the last question she had asked him had been made two and a half hours ago when he seemed determined to not let a single serious word out of his mouth. She frowned and looked away, unconsciously tightening her grip on her wooden chopsticks until they broke in her palm. "Damn it!"

"You're really unusual, Ayuzawa." He observed chuckling before passing her a new pair of chopsticks. Where did he keep those hidden? And why didn't he have metallic ones? "I've never seen a girl act like you do before."

"Hmpf!" she mumbled in superiority. "Of course I'm nothing like those rich, spoiled, conceited brats that you are surrounded by! The kind that best suits you and you like the most, I'd bet!"

His disguised cough of a chuckle was dripping irony. "That's a funny observation. Who said anything about me liking them?"

"I…can tell. Your brother did anyway and since you look just like him, I can only assume-"

"You shouldn't." he dryly cut her off and she was taken by surprise by the dark look on his face. He could look almost threatening. "Because your assumptions are wrong. I'm nothing like my brother, so don't make the mistake of comparing me to him."

She eyed him curiously as he kept on eating his part of the omurice he had cooked in silence. She didn't utter a single word for the rest of the dinner, feeling tension wafting in the air. Why had he so suddenly snapped at her when she brought up Gerard? Did he feel pain and anger by his brother's murder? Or was it anger and something else, different? Something like…disdain?

She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, disliking every bit of the suggestion forming in her mind, a suggestion she had made before. Taking into account his behavior, the behavior of an idiot, she could instantly eliminate the possibility of him being the murderer. But seeing him like this…well, it was more than suspicious.

So what would she do if it appeared that he had actually killed Gerard Walker? What could she assume of his behavior towards her? That he had kidnapped her? What for? To kill her so that she wouldn't go to the police and report the truth? It's not like she knew anything, all she knew was that she was innocent and if they'd let her, she could help them uncover the killer. But what if it was him? She was screwed, for sure. Maybe that's why he didn't mind being accused of Gerard's murder, of being her accomplice, because he had actually committed said murder.

She realized he had noticed her intense staring at him. But this time he made no silly comment of 'her liking what she was seeing'. Because he obviously noticed the questioning, shocked expression of hers. Well, she had been told before by many a people that she had a rather expressive face. "What's wrong, Ayuzawa?"

She kept on staring at him for another few seconds before gaining all the courage and determination she had in her –and there was a lot of it- and asked her question. "Was it you?" she asked only so that he'd furrow his brows in confusion. "Did you do it? Did you kill Gerard?"

At her words he swallowed and placed gently the chopsticks on his plate, his eyes never breaking eye-contact with hers. Gulping painfully, she brought out all her determination to continue. "It wasn't me. So naturally I can assume it was you. Just now, you sounded as if you hated your brother. You can definitely have motives to commit the murder, motives I cannot know of, of course. And considering you were in the same house as him-"

"Didn't I just tell you, Ayuzawa?" he suddenly cut her off, and her eyes widened a little at his voice, dry and firm. "You shouldn't assume."

"Then why? Why….kidnap me and take me far away from London and hide me in this… mansion…and even say we'll live here together?! It's not like I even suggested such a favour from you. We're not even acquaintances for you to want to help me so badly!" she spoke so quickly and fervently that she even lightly panted. "Why?"

He sighed and looked away before gazing back at her. "I believe you. I know you're innocent. Even though people even younger than you can commit vile crimes, you seem far too innocent and nice, stuck to the rules and even obedient to act like a criminal. For God's sake, you had been lecturing me for ten minutes non-stop for not wearing helmets while we were on our way here!" he snickered comically and she frowned, making a small smile appear on his face.

She huffed in exasperation. "That does not explain your weird behavior. You're just too…weird, you know? What are you, an alien?"

He laughed at her statement and lack of better term, and she sulked annoyed. She hated being laughed at. "Maybe." He replied, cocking a smart brow and irritating her even further. At least he was back to his normal, stupid self. Wait, how could she know who his normal self was? She had met him just that morning! He was that easy to read. What a shallow person. "Anyway, I honestly don't really know, even if you ask me. I can't tell, I suddenly felt like helping you, you seem so…fragile, you know?"

"Who's fragile, you bastard! Wanna have a taste of me?" she challenging yelled, jumping on her feet and fisting her palms, feeling like he had wounded her pride.

"Oh, can I?" He winked at her in a playful and with a deep meaning manner.

"Shut up, you perverted idiot, and explain yourself already!"

"That's what I'm in the middle of doing, am I not?" She growled, holding up for him to see a sparkling fork she found nearby, and getting the message, he chuckled and carried on with his explaining. "Anyway, maybe it was just the need to escape from…" he suddenly seemed too lost contemplating but in a second, he had shaken his head, clearing it from all kinds of thoughts. "Look, I just felt like helping you out. It's not like I killed my own brother. Even though we weren't that close, he was still my brother and we cared for each other…in our own way…"

A soft chuckle, not one of amusement but of surprise, escaped her lips. He gave her a puzzled look. "Funny." She commented and with a quizzical look he urged her to explain. "Excluding the hair, you are a carbon copy of him. Still, you are nothing like him…"

"You knew him well, then?"

She shook her head negatively which seemed to surprise him. "Rather than knew, he was just a…good… acquaintance of mine." She made a small pause, trying to find the right words to use. "Actually, I didn't take much of a liking in him. He was just like any other guy I know; thinking too highly of himself, acting as he pleased, fooling around with his foul mouth…" she eyed him. "Something like yourself."

"Eeh?" he sort of complained but didn't say anything more.

"In other words, he wasn't my favourite person on this planet, and we didn't really get along. He was just as annoying- rather, scratch that, you are far more annoying! But…h-hey! What's with that look!?"

He had raised a brow and was resting his chin on a fist on the table. He looked impassive and yet at the same time surprised and skeptical. "You weren't one of his girlfriends then?"

Her lips parted in shock and her eyes widened two times. She could practically feel fumes of smoke puffing out of her head. "Are you stupid?! Of course not! Who do you think I am?! Do I look like a freaking hooker or something?!"

He stood up and took a good look at her from head to toe. Misaki could actually feel his jade green eyes burning each inch of her clothes like X-rays and scanning thoroughly her body. Could he really be an alien? Making her feel so easily as if she were naked! "What the hell do you think you're doing, you perverted outer space human!" she yelled, shielding her body with her arms.

"Mm?" a soft mumble was heard and he looked at her in indifferent puzzlement, not the least bit affected by her menacing yelling or fisted palm, threatening to collide with his face. "What was that?"

"What was what, idiot?"

"What did you just call me?"

"An idiot."

"No, before that."

"Ah." She placed a finger on her chin recalling her words before stating, "A perverted outer space human." He stared at her before suddenly bursting in fits of laughter, like a possessed. "Wh-what?! Why are you laughing like an idiot?"

"That is definitely one I've never heard before!" he wiped away tears of laughter from his eyes. She rolled hers. Maybe she was wrong before, maybe it was easier than she thought to make him laugh like that.

She inwardly growled in exasperation. "Oh, be quiet and don't change the topic!" she walked before him with a fist ready to be fired, demon mode leveled up. That was enough to make his laughter die down, its only remnants a teasing grin. "To answer your question, no, I'd never be one of his whores! He was just an acquaintance and that's that! End of story! Okay?"

He slightly raised his hands in surrender and shrugged indifferently, a small smile still playing on his lips. "Fine, fine. Don't get all worked up, Misa-chan. But let me ask you…how did you come to make this acquaintance? Luck?"

She slightly backed away and wore a guarded mask of uncertainty. "N-No, no such thing. It was…business…"

"What sort of business could someone like you have with my brother?" he seemed rather intrigued now.

"None of your beeswax, Usui! And just what do you mean by 'someone like me'?" she deadpanned.

He shrugged his shoulders. "My family would name you a 'commoner'." She opened her mouth to protest offended when he cut her off with a raised hand. "But what I mean is someone normal and kind-hearted."

She eyed him almost suspiciously and in wonder and she was surprised to make out a tad of envy and regret in his eyes. What was going on in this guy's head? One moment he's acting childishly and if it weren't for his perverseness, she'd be reminded of a five-year-old, then he turns into a firm, dry person, a businessman and then next, there are those looks she cannot read and interpret, looks that make him look not only different and lonely, but pitiful even.

She was left in silence staring at him expectantly and compassionately though he successfully avoided eye-contact with her. What had happened to him to make him such a complicated person? He was definitely a loner and someone who'd fight his own way alone, not letting anybody else near him. Was that why he acted all stupidly around her? To distract her attention from questions he didn't want to answer? To make her avoid him?

After a moment of serene silence, he shattered the calm with just one smirk of impudent attractiveness. Still, traces of the feelings he seemed to be having before lingered in his eyes. "Staring again, aren't you? Am I that good-looking you can't take your eyes off me?"

"Eh?" she was taken aback by his words but in an instant her alter ego, demon president from hell, resurfaced. "Geez! What's wrong with you? Are you stupid?" she exclaimed but this time she could feel her whole face heating up. Even if it wasn't that what she was staring at, he still had a point. He really was that good-looking that even unconsciously your eyes could get attracted to him.

With a last frustrated huff, she stomped away, into the living room and sank in one of the couches, grabbing the TV remote and turning on the television.

He chuckled lightly while taking a seat right next to her. She was about to scream at him not to be so close to her –she could practically feel his body heat and even smell his surely expensive but refreshing fragrance- when he beat her to it. "You really need to take up some anger management classes, you know?"

She snorted in irony. "Funny you'd say that." Several images of the faces of the unwashed miscreants of her school went through her head and her fury raised a few bars. "I hear that quite often by the guys in my school."

"All of them? Seriously?" he demanded too interested and she bit her tongue to control her anger. Of course that was hardly possible.

She gave him a good look before exclaiming in his face. "Is it my fault when they are just disobedient and useless idiots!? How hard is it to stick to the freaking rules? How hard is it to come up with a decent idea for the school festival? How hard is it to not run in the corridors? Do you have any idea how many injuries were caused because of that?! The poor girls don't know what to do with them!"

He stared at her with a chibi face. He obviously did not expect such an outburst. Well, to be honest, neither did she, she just felt like saying that. She had all that bottled up ever since her plane from Osaka took off, heading to London. "Wow. So uptight."

"Yeah, the boys at Seika refer to me as the she-demon from hell or just the demon prez."

"Prez?" he repeated, almost amazed. "You are your school's President?"

"Yeah, why? Don't I look good enough? Is it because I'm a girl?" with every word, her voice's pitch raised an octave.

"No, no, please." He chuckled lightly again. "Don't misunderstand. I'm just a little surprised and curious is all."

"Mm?" she raised a brow at his direction while he shifted his emerald gaze at the movie playing on the TV. He was just too weird for her to decipher and too strong and patient of an opponent to defeat just yet. Hell, he even ignored her yelling and cursing! Which was by far even more infuriating than having boys avoiding their cleaning duty. "What's there to be curious about?"

He side glanced at her and shrugged his shoulders before turning his attention back on the movie. "I've never been to school so I wouldn't know anything about it."

At his words, her jaw dropped severely and she stared at him in bewilderment. Her look of course earned an amused laughter from his part which she decided to ignore. "For real?"

"Yup."

"Like…never been to school?"

"Uh-huh."

"Like…never ever?"

"Mmm."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"You don't mean to tell me, you're the son of one of the most powerful and rich men in England –scratch that, in the world, and you've never been to school?!"

"I had tutors at home teach me all I needed to learn." He spoke as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and once again she wondered what type of human he was. "My brother too. Father and Grandfather thought it was inappropriate for the sons of William Walker mingling with commoners while sending me to a school of outstanding fame, where all the wealthy kids go was something neither me nor Gerard wished."

He gazed back at her and grinned at her awestruck expression. At said grin, she shook her head and turned back to normal. "That's weird. I'd hate it to not be able to go to school like a normal human being." She stated, folding her arms across her chest and focusing her attention on the television before them.

She didn't get to see his sadly smiling expression though she thought she heard him mutter a couple of words.

That makes the two of us...

It's been four days since the mysterious disappearance of the last heir to the Walker Company, Takumi Walker and five days since his brother's ruthless murder. A maid at the service of the Walker family reported witnessing Gerard Walker's murderess, Ayuzawa Misaki, threatening the young businessman with a gun a day after his brother's death.

However, rumours have it that, instead of keeping the younger Walker hostage or murdering him even, the girl has joined forces with him and run away with his help. Could it be that Takumi Walker is not as innocent as people thought him to be? Could it be that Gerard Walker's murderer was not acting on her own? Could it possible be a murder of brotherly hatred and rivalry for the succession of the Walker Company?

Takumi stared gravely at the TV screen before inkling his head, his golden bangs shadowing his full of annoyance and fury jade green eyes. He inhaled deeply as if the air would help clear his mind and by exhaling it, he'd exhale all those negative emotions along with it. In vain, of course.

"You only have yourself to blame, you know?" a voice somewhere behind him spoke and for the first time in those four days they lived together, he did not wish her around.

He took another breath and massaged his temples, trying to keep control of his cool, before sinking in the couch comfortably, having placed successfully his poker face on. He stared back at the news lady indifferently, as if she was talking about lost puppies having found their master. "Oi, are you listening?" the aggressive, seventeen-year-old girl spoke again. "Are you okay?" she asked again and he saw her, through the reflection on the windows, shaking her head to herself and walking away.

He wasn't sure if he regretted helping her. Well, he had gotten what he wanted…and at the same time he had stepped two more steps away from it. He was free and independent and yet so surrounded by everyone. All lights were turned on him once again, only that this time he was a suspect of his own brother's murder. Being famous and rich sucked big time, he had figured as much long ago. If only he could help it.

But seeing things from a different side, maybe he'd find who Gerard's murderer truly was and have his and Ayuzawa's names cleared out.

Yes, he'd surely help her. That girl was still practically a stranger to him, and just like him she avoided talking about herself. But still, he had that same urge he got the first time they met to help her. Even after seeing her pictures on the news, he had been certain she was an innocent girl who happened to get caught in the hurricane.

Her eyes always gave away, however, that there was more to her than she let everybody see. She'd put on a strong façade and she'd yell and threaten anybody just to get what she wanted but she didn't really seem like the type of person who forced others for her own profit. She actually seemed discontent, sorrowful, alone. Just like him. Maybe that's why he had taken a liking in her and decided to help her.

With a sigh, he realized the news lady was still going on and on about how suspicious his behavior was and how Ayaki Cynthia was distressed about his mysterious disappearance with a vile woman. "What a bother…" he mumbled and he was about to switch channels when he saw something quite unexpected and refreshing, something that severely cheered him up.

"Definitely unlike any other girl I've known!"

Well, hello lovely fans... and might I say... I'M SO, SO, SO FREAKING SORRY for procrastinating so much! I'm so busy with college and everything... So I know this chapter wasn't very illuminating but the following ones will be explaining more and more what's going on... Maybe you'll be able to figure out who's the killer sooner or later but I hope it's the latter one... I want it to be a kind of intriguing and unexpected storyline! But maybe it won't be! It's up to you to decide! Well, do me the favour and make my day by simply reviewing, yes? Thank you everyone who does so! Love you all :)