A/N: I do not own any of the characters in this fanfiction!
Misa
"Wait, Ta-" the line went dead. I threw my phone on the ground and stomped on it, hearing a nice crack. I picked up the remains and tossed it in a nearby trashcan.
"Miss Ayuzawa."
I turned around at the sound of my name. It was the man playing the cello. 'Had he followed me?'
"Yes?"
"This way," he took me by the arm and began leading me away from the crowd.
"Hey! What are you doing!? Get away from me! You could be a psycho killer for all I know!"
He put his finger to his lips to quiet me. "Takumi Usui hired me a few weeks ago to make sure of your safety."
"He what!?"
"Please, Miss Ayuzawa, keep your voice down. The last thing we need is attention."
"Ok. Sorry. Where are we going?"
"I can't say. We might be heard. Just trust me."
…
We arrived at a in-a-hole-in-the-wall motel at the edge of town. I didn't even see a name or a sign anywhere. I'm not even sure it was on local maps. The place looked as though it hadn't been cleaned in years. I turned the key in the door and opened it. Dust rolled out in sheets. It didn't seem like anyone had stayed there in a long time. We stepped in and he closed the door. He put down his cello and sat in a chair nearby.
"So what's the plan? Where do we go from here?"
"No where. Our plan is to stay here."
After a moment of awkward silence, I asked, "I never did catch your name."
"Haji," he answered quietly.
"Well, Haji, how did you get caught up with my fiancé?" I smirked a little as I leaned up against the wall.
"He sat down beside me on a park bench same as you and told me his troubles. Afterwards, I told him I would help him."
My brow furrowed as I crossed my arms. "Why?"
"Because my friend would've done the same."
"Your friend? Who's he?"
"Her name is Saya."
"Saya? That's a very interesting name. It's pretty."
I could tell the very thought of her made him smile. It was small but there. He seemed very melancholy when he spoke of her. Perhaps something had happened to her.
"Where is she now?"
"She is back in Japan."
"Japan? Why aren't you with her?"
He smirked slightly as he pulled out a new phone from his pocket and handed it to me. "Here, it's been an hour."
I stared at him for a moment and started to dial Takumi's number. After three rings, he picked up.
"Hello?"
"Takumi, it's me."
"Oh yes, Francis, I have that information you needed," he said loudly. "Excuse me a moment, gentlemen." He said to his colleagues. I heard him open and close the door. "Where are you?" he whispered.
"A motel out in the middle of nowhere."
"Good, good." He sounded relieved. "Spend the night there and in the morning, travel to the train station. Take a train back to Japan. Remember to keep a low profile."
"What about you, Takumi?" I inquired, becoming very worried.
"Don't worry. I'll, uh, meet you there at the station. One o'clock. Don't forget!" He sounded a little sad. Why?
"Usui, don't you dare lie to me."
He cleared his. "Destroy this phone."
"Usui!" He hung up.
"He'll meet us there, don't worry."
'How did he hear that?'
"I don't know about that…" I said, taking in a deep breath to keep from crying. I was not going to let a stranger see me upset.
"He seems loyal. Trust him."
I opened the flip phone back up and bent it backwards, breaking it in two.
"You never told me why you're here."
"Yes, I told you Mr. Usui told-"
"No, not why you're with me but why you're here in Britain and not with Saya in Japan. I usually wouldn't ask a question like this but seeing as how we're stuck here together for the night."
"Forgive me, but I would rather not answer that question."
"Alright, fair enough. May I ask you another?"
"As you wish."
"What happened to your hand?"
"I injured it a long time ago but it has completely healed now. I am just so used to wearing the bandage, sometimes I forget I have no use for it anymore." He unraveled the bandage to reveal a perfectly good hand.
…
We went to the train station as Usui said and waited.
