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She looked up at Usui, fatigue clear on her face, tears threatening to flow out of her eyes and said in a decisive voice
" we need to talk"
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Normal pov-
" we need to talk. But not here."
Usui simply gave a short not and took a step back, holding his hand out for Misaki. Misaki stood up and took his hand.

They walk to his apartment hand in hand, no one speaking anything. Usui's face concerned and worried and Misaki's face locked with determination.

They reached his apartment and Misaki straight headed for living room, not meeting his gaze. Usui locked the door and followed her to the living room. He was staring at Misaki's back, waiting for her to say something but she never did.

One moment Usui was standing, worried and concerned and next moment he was lying on the floor, under Misaki. She passionately met her lips with his. This time she didn't asked for permission, simply plunged her tounge into his slightly open mouth.

Usui was confused and didn't know what to do. So he just laid there, letting her take the lead. Not that he didn't respond to the kiss. But hesitated slightly.

Misaki moved her hands from his face to his chest. She grabbed his shirt and opened the first button. Usui tried to ignore the fact that she was undressing him. It wasn't like he had never given her a kiss, shirtless. But more important at that point was Misaki. She seemed like she needed it more than she wanted it.

Usui's shirt felt loose on his side and Misaki leaned in closer deepening the kiss, a moan escaped her mouth. Their tounges roamed in each other's mouth like wild, caressing every part of others mouth, enjoying the foreign taste.

Usui groaned lightly at back of his throat and Misaki slightly raised her body so she could slid her hands in between them. She opened a few top buttons of her shirt and usui's eyes flew open.

Misaki let go of Usui lips and sat up to untugged her shirt, her eyes fixed on her shirt. Usui saw Misaki with a disbelieving look. He tried to think straight, avoiding the lustful thoughts in her mind.

Should he stop her? He knew she would most probably regret it later. But wasn't she the one who was doing it? Why, still remain a big mystery. If he knew that he could decide easily. But would it be right to force Misaki to tell right NOW. No he should get it clear first...but.

Misaki shrugged her shirt off and leaned in closer once again. But this time Usui stopped her, grabbing her shoulder like feather, as if he was afraid it would hurt her.

Misaki looked at him with a questioning gaze but realized she missed something. Usui's eyes were wide with horror. With her shirt gone she couldn't hide anymore the hickeys and wound that she recieved yesterday. Her whole body was tainted in red and blue bruises.

Misaki froze there. Usui sat up pulling Misaki with him. She drifted away from him, head bowed, waiting for his anger. Her fist clenched and she waited for a punch or a slap, kick anything but nothing came.

Usui too sat there, closely observing Misaki. He looked at her wounds and wondered what would have happened. He waited for explanation. To know what he was thinking was wrong. It couldnt be... Misaki was the strongest girl he knew. He couldnt imagine it. But those wounds...

He saw her as her grave expression became more and more agitated. He couldn't see her like that.

He forgot everything, what he wanted to know, Misaki's excitement a minute before, everything and encircled her in a warm hug.

Misaki was shocked when two warm arms wrapped themselves around her so affectionately so she gasped. Usui afraid he had hurt her let go of her, but seeing that she was okay he hugged her once again, more tightly, warmly.

Misaki melted in his arms and tears flowed out of her eyes. First time since she left the warehouse tears escaped her eyes, in front of someone else. Feeling Misaki sobbing against his chest Usui pulled her on his lap and covered her far side with her shirt and burrried her inside his chest. His chin resting on her head.

At first she sobbed even more vehemently. But slowly slowly in his arms she relaxed, her sob subsided. She wiped her tears and looked at him. He gave her an even look. She hid her face in his chest and mumbled
" I am sorry "
" it's ok. It was not your fault " Usui replied kindly now believing what wounds suggested.
Misaki once again looked up " but I was raped and that too by three men ..."
Misaki saw a flick of anger on Usui's face and he again wrapped his arms around her, securing her in his arms.
" enough I don't want to hear anymore "
Misaki shrugged out of his arms and looked at him. He whispered
" I am sorry, I should have been there yesterday" grief evident on his face.

" Usui..." Misaki mumbled, eyes widened with shock. " it's not your fault. I should have been able to protect myself. I would have if I had been more careful. I should be blamed I am sorry..."

Usui twisted his head to and fro; slowly "no you are a girl, my girlfriend. I should be the one protecting you. You shouldn't have to face it alone. I should have been there. "

Misaki got a little angry at that. She didn't need protection " what are you saying Baka. You can't be always there. What are you a stalker. "
And both smiled at the irony of situation. Misaki doubted our perverted alien of not being a stalker.

Usui got off the floor and helped Misaki up too. They sat on the couch cuddling each other, just enjoying having each other there, safe. Usui eyes determined he had made his decision. He won't let those bastards go. He won't let them live, bastards that made her life hell.

He wondered with grief what pain she must have went through yesterday and cringed. He caressed her head continuously treasuring most important thing in his life.

Soon he heard a soft snoring sound in his arms and looked down. He found Misaki sleeping peacefully. The sleepless night taking toll on her. He softly laid her on the couch and covered her with sheets, she still wasn't wearing her shirt, with a smile. Finally her mind was at peace.

Misaki had never realized but Usui had a calming effect on her. In his presence itself she forgot all her nightmares, being beside him made her feel like as if nothing was wrong, the disgusting feeling, to get rid of which she hurt herself so badly, was completely gone, as if it never existed. His presence was a cure for her for everything, which she never realized before.

Usui gave her a kiss on forehead and took his mobile from coffee table and went to kitchen, where he won't disturb her. He had a situation to handle.