For the next two weeks, they practiced the set list the Walker family had granted them with. Apparently an orchestra was to play behind them and they were to stand for a complete two hours during the show.

Misaki groaned as each week passed too quickly for her taste. She was about to delete the email until Kazuki came up behind her and screamed in delight that a rich, famous family was asking for them and accepted before she could say anything. But now, it was two days before they were scheduled to perform and they were in a hotel in Britain stationed next to the mansion.

The day of the performance came and Misaki was looking at herself in the mirror in the floor length black dress the Walker family had provided her. They didn't trust the band to be able to dress appropriately and sent two butlers over to Japan and take their measurements and get them clothes.

Misaki wasn't complaining however. Even if she wasn't girly, she had to admit the dress was simply beautiful. It had a two inch diamond belt right below her breasts that enhanced her body's natural curves. It's silky fabric outlined every inch of her body until it faintly hit the floor and had a bikini strap that clicked together at the back of her neck showing off her soft and toned shoulders.

Her heart started to beat faster at the thought of seeing Takumi. She wondered how she was going to handle it. Her thoughts clouded her sense of hearing and she didn't hear Ichirou coming up behind her.

"You look fine. Stop worrying about it."

"AHH-Oh, hey Ichirou. A-And don't say stuff like that!" she blushed.

"I can't say that my girlfriend is beautiful?" Ichirou smiled as he looked down at the beauty in front of him.

"No, It's the dress that is pretty. Not me."

"It is you that makes the dress beautiful, Misaki. The hair dresser and makeup artist will be here in a few minutes. Came here to tell you that," Ichirou said and walked out of the room chuckling at the expression he had left her with.

It was now 5:30pm and everything had be prepared. Misaki's hair was styled in a classic Japanese bun with her bangs loosely clipped to the side of her face. Foundation, mascara, and lip gloss where the only products the makeup artist had to use. He complimented her saying that she was a natural.

She met with Ichirou and Kazuki in the middle of the hotel lobby waiting for the limo to arrive and take them to their destination. Misaki stared at the two boys. They were dressed in clean, tight black tuxedos and their hair was clean and shiny. The makeup artist had styled Kazuki's hair up with spikes with gel but left Ichirou's hair alone.

The limo came and drove them to the mansion where they could already see millions of people inside through the windows. Misaki's heart pounded nervously as she got out of the car. She almost tripped when she lost her balance and Ichirou saved her face from having a lovely kiss with the sidewalk.

Misaki suddenly became furious. Wasn't it Takumi who left her for another woman? Why should she be scared when she herself is walking in with a boyfriend? Courage and self esteem rose in Misaki and she gracefully walked forward grabbing Ichirou's hand in her own. She was going to make Takumi pay for leaving her.

Ichirou was a little more than perplexed at her affectionate actions but didn't stop her.

They reached the orchestra stationed in the middle of the room on a risen platform. The butlers had already had their stands and music up so that they could go right into the songs.

While Misaki sang, she kept a look out for Takumi but he was nowhere to be found.

"Figures, he is probably in the main room. We are in the front where the guests come in. Damn it." She thought bitterly.

Once the two hours had passed, Ichirou and Misaki went to go use the bathroom. They were standing in front of the elevators waiting for it to reach their floor.

"Man, why aren't there any restrooms on the bottom floor! That doesn't make any sense. What if someone had to use the bathroom really bad but the elevators where out," Ichirou stated while shifting slightly from side to side.

"Use the...stairs?" Misaki answered him. She looked down at their hands that were connected together. Her fingers laced through his and she could feel the warmth his body radiated. Shivers went down her spine.

"Stairs?! What if he couldn't make it? Then he just...go all over the staircase and it would be a huge mess!"

Misaki couldn't help but laugh at Ichriou. He was now bouncing from side to side as he held his bladder.

"These elevators need to hurry up!"

Just then the elevator doors opened.

Ichirou suddenly stopped moving and Misaki could feel every muscle in his body tense up.

"Ichirou...? What's wrong?" She said looking at his face and not at the people that were in the elevator. Misaki turned her head into the direction that his eyes were glued at and saw Usui along with his wife staring back at them with the same amount of shock they had.

The couples stood frozen at the spot until the elevators doors started to close and Takumi had to reach out and stop them from closing all of the way.

Misaki and Takumi walked by each other without making eye contact. The atmosphere was so thick it was hard to breath. Once the elevator began to move, Ichirou and Misaki looked up at each other.

"That was my ex," the both said at the same time.

"Wait, what?!" Misaki exclaimed.

"No, no, that was your ex?!" Ichirou's eyes widened ten times the normal width.

"Wow...this is...strange...that girl was your ex?"

"Yeah, she left me around three years ago saying that she couldn't be with me anymore because she was already planned to be married to someone," Ichirou explained.

"Wait, no...so that person she was supposed to get married to was...my ex-boyfriend?!" She yelled.

"Wow, this is really weird," Ichirou awkwardly said as he scratched the back of his head.

"Why would he lie to me? Did he say that he fell in love with someone else just to get me to move on? Does he really love her?" Misaki thought wondrously.

"Ichirou, I need time to think alone for a bit. I'm sorry."

"I do too, sorry."

Misaki went out onto the balcony and gazed up at the ending sunset. Night was taking over, but there was still a few rays of light that lit up the sky forming a misty haze. It was gorgeous. Misaki leaned her arms on the rail and buried her head onto the cushion.

"I didn't know you could sing like that."

Misaki didn't need to look up to know exactly who was behind her.

"I guess you could say I didn't either."

Takumi walked up beside her and also rested his hands on the rail.

"This party is huge. I hardly know anyone in this building," Takumi lightly chuckled. She missed it so much.

"Oh, happy birthday," Misaki said as she peeped up at him through the cracks in her hair. He was just as she last saw him. Handsome and mysterious.

Usui's eyes twitched in amusement. He didn't expect her to be nice to him. At all.

"Uh, Thanks."

The two stood beside each other without saying anything for a while.

"Erm, was that Takahashi Ichirou beside you?" Takumi questioned trying not to sound like he wanted to know what was going on between them.

"Yeah, why?" Misaki smirked. She could hear the curiosity in his voice.

"The one hit single a couple of weeks ago he sang was for you, wasn't it?" Takumi said.

Misaki rose her head and made eye contact with him.

"Yeah, it was."

Usui's fists clenched in jealousy. The first time he saw Kako no Koe was on a magazine in a bookstore. He had nearly chocked on his tea when he saw Misaki standing in the middle. He read through it and saw where their fans had commented on how adorable Ichirou and Misaki were together. That magazine was missing a few pages after he read that. When he got home, he researched everything on this new band. Usui listened to every song they came out with. Misaki's voice was like an angel. In every song he only paid attention to her voice. When her heard Ichirou's song to Misaki, he spat in disgust. He could have done that for her and done a much better job at it.

"How did you two meet?" he asked.

"He was my next door neighbor along with Kazuki. Apparently Kazuki's niece he was babysitting at the time was crying and they couldn't get it to stop so they asked me to do something about it. We ended up singing her to sleep and that's when Kazuki suggested that we sing together. Ichirou used to be really quite those days."

"Ichirou? Ah, I see. First name basis," Takumi growled.

"Yeah...we've been dating for two weeks."

"Listen, Misaki. I want to be with you."

"Oh, really. Looks like that happened," Misaki scoffed.

"Misaki, I'm not joking. Rebecca and I don't really love each other. It's all a fake to please our parents."

"Rebecca is her name?"

"Yeah, listen Misaki. We didn't have power when we were younger but now we do. I can divorce her and marry a homeless person if I wanted too. Please, Misaki."

"I can't leave, Ichirou. We are dating now."

"I know, and Rebecca is talking to him right now trying to do the same thing that I am."

"Wait, wha-oh yeah, Rebecca is his ex. Ahg, you think you can just leave and then come back like nothing ever happened?! I loved you, Takumi. Do you know the hell I went through after you left? I finally start to feel better and allow another guy into my life and you want me back?!" Misaki screamed infuriated.

"Oh, so you did miss me?" Takumi smirked.

"Wha-when did I-ughh, Yes! Of course I missed you, you idiot!" Misaki said.

"Misaki, please. I know I messed up. I didn't know how else to make you hate me."

"I already hated you. Why would you need to do that."

Takumi chuckled hearing this. He took her hands into his.

"Misaki, I know that no matter how many times I say sorry that it won't change what I've done, but I want to make it up to you. Please give me the chance."

Misaki looked into his jade eyes that held so much power over her. Her stomach was doing back flips, and she didn't know what to do.

"I want to hear what Ichirou has to say," she finally said.

Woo! Computer fixed ^-^. I hope you liked the chapter! Sorry if it is ooc. Reviews are welcome. Sorry if this chapter was a little boring?

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