Hi I'm back with a new chapter! The whole one I mean, because I just finished it and I thought 2500 words was too long so I resigned myself to cut the last part and put it in the next chapter. But it's when I noticed that my last chapter was longer so, lucky you, I didn't cut any part :) Hourray!
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When The Stapler Doesn't Staple
She opened the doors of the immense mansion to find Igarashi waiting for her in the living room.
Sitting on the velvet sofa, his eyes were fixed on the rotation of the ice blocks in his glass of whisky.
"I've bought you bandages and painkillers" He explained, looking for a brief moment at the table in front of him.
She came closer to it and took the bottle of painkillers in hope that it would soothe her back pain.
"You don't need the bandages?" He asked however not surprised, guessing that somebody else had treated her. A curious enviousness shadowed his gaze.
She decided not to answer and turned around.
"I love you" He uttered and she felt his eyes burning the back of her head.
She sighed.
"You have a strange way to show it" She said climbing the first step of the luxurious staircase.
His voice was a murmur, tinted of a certain sorrow:
"I will change. I promise"
It was the first time she heard him say something like that. She knew that she wasn't like most of the women who come back to their violent boyfriend every time he promised to change. In her case, she comes back because it was the only option for the people she cares. So either he will change or not, she will always be stuck with him.
But she had to admit it, his guilty attitude was touching.
"I almost believed you" She grinned.
Igarashi averted his gaze and drank what was left of his drink.
"Nice coat, maybe a little too masculine for you"
She climbed the last stairs, hiding a smile from him, as she let herself surrounded by the comfort of this coat.
Nervously tapping her foot, she gazed at the clock on her desk.
8:53
He's coming soon...
She glanced at the lobby's door as she let out a heavy sigh.
Should I gave him back his coat after he tells me hello...
The unconscious rotation of the pencil between her fingers was making a rhythmic sound on her desk.
Or should I pretend that I forgot and gave him after he'll sit...
Her pencil fell on the floor.
As she leaned to pick it up, she heard the sound of the door.
She sat back on her chair and prepared to say him hello...
but the word died in her throat as she watched him sit on a chair without a single sign in her direction.
She felt... ignored.
More than that, she felt like the old toy that a kid tosses away after he had done playing with.
She walked angrily and stopped in front of him, her arm extended to give him his coat.
He didn't even bother to look at her, his eyes fixed on his newspaper.
"Just put it there" he instructed as he designated the chair beside him with a small nod.
He was really acting like nothing happened!
Unbelievable
She lowered his newspaper in an attempt to see his eyes.
"Are you kidding me" She hissed, trying to understand why his cold personality was back.
He gazed at her, expressionless, but his eyes flickered to something behind her.
"I don't pay you to seduce my guests, Ayuzawa" Igarashi said in a tense voice.
She frozed, realizing how close she was to Usui. He grabbed his suitcase and let go of his newspaper, which was still held by Misaki.
"You can have it"
How smart
He just pretended that the reason of their proximity was because she wanted the newspaper so that Igarashi won't get suspicious.
She had to admit it, it was wise.
Unlike her, who almost signed for a trip to hell.
If Igarashi would have known the real reason why she was leaning so closely to Usui...
She'd rather not thinking about it.
But her body unconsciously trembled as she imagined his anger.
They finished late, once again.
Usui left, leaving her alone in the lobby with Igarashi.
She gazed at him, and a slow hatred darkened his features. She hated to admit herself weak, but at this precise moment, a small fear was growing into her stomach.
"You can go, I still have some things to do" She said, pretending to be interested by the screen of her computer.
If he leaves, there might be a chance that he will be asleep when she will go home and she wouldn't have to endure his possible anger.
Igarashi looked at her and, in a sign of resignation, he said:
"Ok, see you at home"
She heard the sound of his footsteps decreasing, heading to the entrance door. And then it stopped. No sound of alarm who would indicate her that he had left, no sound of a closing door... Just a small "-Click-".
"I won't make the same error twice" Igarashi whispered after locking the door from the inside.
She didn't had time to run to her phone, and even if she would have, who could help her against the fits of rage of this outrageous man.
Maybe one person, but she had deleted him a long time ago from her cell phone contact's list.
She was a prisoner of her chair, her wrists tied up with masking tape that Igarashi found on her desk. She tried to kick him, but her feet were soon glued on the floor with the same tape.
"W-What do you mean by the same error" She gasped, hoping that the more he will talk, the later his violence would come.
"I haven't lock the door yesterday" He explained while he made sure that she was solidly tied on her chair.
He leaned on her, his two hands on the arm's chair.
"And if I did, he would have never come back to save you"
She evilly looked at him.
"And what about your promise to become a better man"
A sarcastic smile appeared on his face.
"It vanished the minute I understood that I'm not the only man for you"
There's no way he could have guessed something about…
"W-What are talking ab-" She stuttered but his palm smacked on her lips, keeping her quiet.
"Next time you kiss someone, make sure that the technology isn't against you" He explained, pointing a security camera behind him.
How dumb she could have been to not remember that every room was equipped of a camera.
"But I've promise you that I will be a better man. So if you apologize and promise to be a good girl, I will let you go"
She gazed at the floor, and gulped.
"I-I'm sorry"
Her voice was barely audible.
"Louder" He ordered.
The feeling of his breath on her face was intoxicating her. She couldn't believe that her fear for him had win over her pride.
She just couldn't believe it. Misaki Ayuzawa was strong, fearless and this idiot in front of him won't make her becoming someone she was not.
She let out a small laugh.
"I won't" She stated, staring at him.
Her confidence caught him off guards. But it didn't take time that he was the one in the dominant position because a person tied up on a chair usually doesn't stand a chance.
Even if this girl is called Misaki.
"You know what this mean" He asked, making sure that she hasn't change her mind.
"Yes" She affirmed, still staring deeply at him.
But she instinctively bowed her head as she watched him take the stapler.
And then the cold material collided with her cheek.
Once.
Twice.
And then she lost the count.
He stopped, out of breath. He threw the staple away and framed firmly her face with his hands.
"Are you sorry now"
But he got his answer when she spat on him.
He laughed like nothing happened as he untied her.
She didn't move, even if nothing was holding her back anymore.
She heard his footsteps going away and just after he closed the door behind him, he casually said:
"Oh don't wait for me for the three next night, I will be on a business trip. But this doesn't mean you're done with me"
The silence surrounded her as the tears streaked noiselessly down her face.
She gazed at the ceiling, wondering how things could have gone so wrong. She searched her foundation in her bag and sighed from pain as she covered the present bruises as well as the future ones.
The night sky was empty of any stars, covered by those deep black clouds. The temperature was heavy and wet, signs of a possible storm.
She didn't take immediately a cab, deciding to walk around the block. She had to clear up her mind.
Her feet lead her somewhere and it took time before she realized where she was.
'Maid Latte'
She remembered the day where she told her manager that she had to quit because the debts were increasing and this job wasn't enough.
Now, she could give everything so that she could wear her uniform again.
She looked by the window.
The cafe was still the same, just not with the same people. All of her ex co-workers had finished their degrees and were now working successfully, or they were at home with their family and their loving husband…
She sighed and prepared to turn around when a familiar voice made her stop.
"Missing your old job?" Usui asked also looking attentively at the restaurant.
She turned to face him.
"Why..."
"Because you stare at them like you want to steal their jobs" He stated but knew that it wasn't the purpose of her question.
"I meant, why you're talking to me. I thought you were ignoring me" She said monotonously but had difficulty to hide her flustered state.
He chuckled and went closer to the windows, making her unable to see his face.
She stared at his back and noticed a certain tension in his shoulders.
"I didn't want to cause any problem with you and your soon to be husband"
She flinched at his last word, remembering that he wasn't aware that she won't get married.
He glanced at her shortly but immediately turned away.
The temperature was getting more and more humid. She stared at the black sky as a raindrop slid down her face.
Usui was still staring at the window when he whispered something so lightly that she was uncertain if it was destined to be heard.
"I wonder how two persons who were once deeply in love can grow up to be so distant"
His question caught her so much off guards that she answered like a sixteen year old girl, embarrassed and highly suspected to deny the facts.
"W-Who said we were deeply in love!" She replied arrogantly.
"And who said I was talking about us"
His answer was sarcastic and she had no problem to guess a teasing smile on his face.
She sighed.
"Well, it can happens when someone begins to love more his job than the one he is supposedly deeply in love with" She said, using hypothetic facts but they both knew that the situation couldn't be more concrete.
He turned around, showing a discrete surprise due to her answer.
"Or it can happen when someone begins to love someone else" He replied, subtle reproaches hidden in his voice.
She let out a small laugh, thinking that he couldn't be more wrong than this.
The rain started to pour heavily as she felt it sweeping off her make up, gradually.
It was too late to hide it...
Usui stared at her bruised face, helpless.
His eyebrows were now a thin line, emphasizing the lack of sparkle in his eyes.
She was pushed slowly to the nearest wall, his two hands remaining on the brick near her ears.
"How can you love him when he's like that with you..."
His voice was loud because it was the only way she could hear with the deafening sound of the rain crashing violently on the asphalt.
"Why do you even care! You were the one who told me not to wait so I had to find other options." She yelled, chocking in the process with the rain that fell in her mouth.
He frowned.
"You were the one who told me not to wait" He accused, but something processed in his brains, something he doubted five years ago but rejected when he went to conclusions maybe too quickly.
The sound of the pouring rain filled out the uncomfortable silence.
"You never wrote that" He stated, gasping.
She looked at him but averted her gaze, also understanding what happened five years ago.
"We got fooled by your grandfather, right?" She falsely laughed but felt her bottom lip beginning to wobble. Because laughing and crying were sometimes two close and similar actions.
He lowered his head, furious at his grandfather but all he showed was pure shame.
What if he had discovered it sooner...
In a whisper, he stated what he thought was the obvious.
"But it doesn't change anything right now"
Her eyelids closed in a sign of resignation but only to re-open as she dived her gold gaze into his dead eyes.
"You must be right..."
His eyes went blank as he stared at her face.
He softly brushed her cheek but only to linger his hand on her face.
"I wish I wouldn't be" He said with hopeless sadness.
For a brief moment, his face became unexpectedly vulnerable.
She understood why when she felt the coldness of the rain on her skin.
"The rain has completely washed away my make up, right?" She said with a discrete smile on her face, in a light tone.
His eyes were burning into hers.
"How can you joke about that"
The seriousness of his voice made her shivered, contrasting with the warmth of his hand on her cheek.
She raised her hand on his to push it away but found his touch too comfortable to lose. So she just remained still, holding his hand.
"Because I'm done crying"
And then the overwhelming feeling of lust surrounded her as his lips crashed on hers.
She didn't want him to go away like yesterday.
She needed it.
She needed him.
That's why she wrapped her arms around his neck as he tightly grasped her hips to push her more firmly against the wall.
It felt like they never got separated.
No, scratch that.
If he had never left, right now, she wouldn't have this inner sadness every time their tongues touched, afraid that he would disappear like yesterday.
She wouldn't grip his neck so tightly.
She wouldn't press her body against his so closely.
She just admitted what she had tried to ignore during the last years: she missed him. And no one could ever replace him, even a fierce husband who was now in a plane.
But what she purposely forgot at this precise moment, as they gasped for air, was that this plane would eventually come back and she couldn't sincerely hope for a good ending…
No she definitly couldn't hope for a good ending, well on short-term I mean :) So coming up: more Usui/Misaki, but even more Drama, tears, broken hearts! But I promise that you won't hate me at the end ;) (well the future isn't written, maybe I might change my mind)
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