A/N: Thanks to those who told me they liked the previous chapter. Here's more fluff to you folks!

And yeah, a prosperous new year to all of us!

Chapter 10. Jacket

"It's getting colder. You should bring a jacket, Onee-chan," Suzuna suggested as she watched her sister preparing to leave.

Misaki was in frenzy, which was usual when it came to going out. She was worrying about what to wear. This had been a trend for awhile. Ever since she started going out, or ever since she became Usui's girlfriend, she was more conscious of the clothes she was wearing. It wasn't like she totally changed her casual get ups. It was just that, she tend to check more thoroughly what she would wear instead of wearing whatever clothes she picked first. This change of behaviour, most often, annoyed her. It made things more complicated for her. And since she wasn't really the fashion conscious type of girl, she had problems deciding what should go with what. Suzuna usually helped her, and sometimes, even her mother, much to her embarrassment. She tried to drop the new habit, but found herself unable to. Though she refused to admit it, it always made her heart swell amidst the blushes and embarrassment, whenever she saw his eyes widened with surprise at her outfit, no matter how simple they might be.

'Stupid alien.'

Thinking about him made the ever ready blush appear on her cheeks. She blushed all the more when she noticed that her sister was looking at her.

"I'm going now! Tell Mom I'll be late tonight," she said as she briskly walked towards the door.

'I'm going to be late again.'

She was in a hurry that when she heard her sister's voice calling her name, she just glanced and waved her hand before almost dashing in the street.

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"You're late."

She glanced at the source of voice. She was busy trying to catch her breath so she didn't notice the gentle smile that appeared on his lips as he took in her form.

"Yeah...sorry to make you wait."

"It's okay. I already know what I want in return for Misa-chan making me wait," he said mischievously, chuckling when she looked at him suspiciously.

"It better not be anything perverted, you pervert."

"Who knows," was his mysterious reply to the now blushing Misaki.

"Oh no," she muttered as soon as she felt the cool air. She shivered and grasped her bare arms.

"What? Something wrong?" He asked quickly, worrying about her though he wasn't showing it in his face.

"I was such in a hurry that I forgot my jacket," she explained, annoyed with herself at her stupidity. "So that was what Suzuna was yelling at me earlier…"

"I can always make you warm," he said, eyes glinting with mischief as he snaked his arm on her waist, pulling her to him. He pulled tighter when she struggled weakly.

"Pervert Takumi," she muttered as she let him guide her to their seats. She stopped walking when he did. "What?" She asked in confusion, following his gaze at the rows of seat at the back. She leaned away from him when he suddenly leaned to her ear.

"Should we seat at the back, Misa-chan?"

"Wha...no way, you pervert," she hissed, gripping the hand that was holding her waist. Even in the semi-darkness, she could see him pout playfully in disappointment. Muttering curses about idiocy and perverseness, she pulled him towards the rows of seats at the middle of the cinema. He followed her lead this time, whining all the way.

"You're no fun, Misa-chan."

"Shut up and sit down, idiot."

As soon as he sat down at her left, he immediately put his hand around her shoulders. She flinched and tensed at first, then sighed with defeat when she looked at his gentle face looking at her. She leaned on his shoulder, albeit hesitantly, and focused her eyes on the screen.

"You better not do anything funny," she warned.

He chuckled and lifted her face to look at him. He leaned closer until their lips were almost touching.

"What do you think you're d-doing?" She asked in alarm, her eyes wide as she tried to look away.

"You said I shouldn't do anything funny. I don't think this is funny so I could do this," he whispered as he closed the gap between their lips. He gave her a short but intense kiss. She was breathless when he pulled away.

"You..."

Embarrassed at the way she had easily kissed him back and annoyed at his audacious behaviour, she pulled away from his side and leaned as far as her seat allowed. When he tried to pull her back, she slapped his hand away.

"What if someone sees us, stupid pervert?" She hissed at him, crossing her arms and looking straight ahead. "And don't you touch me if you know what's good for you," she warned once more when he shifted in his seat.

After her last warning, he didn't so much as made a move towards her anymore, which, to her annoyance, caused her to be distracted as the movie played. Her eyes would flick to him, so much that she could hardly understand the movie anymore. She was more annoyed at the fact that she was feeling guilty. And to make matters worse, she was getting cold.

"Look at the screen, Pres. You wouldn't want to waste the money for the ticket, would you?" He commented, jolting her from her staring.

"Y-yeah..." she agreed, embarrassed that she had been caught staring. She went back to watching, forcing herself not to give in to the impulse to glance at him. She lost the battle when she heard a quiet chuckle beside her. She gazed at him curiously.

"You're so tense, Pres. You're supposed to be relaxing when watching a movie," he said, looking at her with, she had no doubt, laughing expression.

She didn't respond, though she did let her shoulders relax from their stiff position.

For a few moments, there was silence between them. The only sounds were of that coming from the movie playing.

He didn't see it coming, didn't even think about it, so he was surprised when after a couple of minutes, something landed on his shoulder. He whipped his head to look and saw dark hair. His surprised quickly turned into a tender expression as he moved his arm to place it in her right side. When he did it, she moved closer to him. Smiling, he dropped a kiss on her head. She responded by gently squeezing his hand, the squeezing become hard when she heard him murmur what suspiciously sounded as 'sly'.

With his arm around her shoulder, the cold she felt earlier disappeared, replaced by the tingling warmth he brought in her senses. She was also able to relax and concentrate on the movie much better, and secretly enjoyed the kisses she felt on her head every once in a while.

When the movie was over, they left the cinema hand in hand, but had to reluctantly let go when they were out of the confines of the cinema. They were not ready yet to let everybody knew about their relationship. She didn't want the fuss, the gossip, that would surely happen once every student in Seika found out. He, on the other hand, was contented as long as he had her by his side, and that the people she cared about knew about it, and any possible competition in Seika, in the name of Shintani, was aware of his claim on her. He didn't care much for other things.

"You know it will get colder later, don't you, Pres?" He asked as they passed clothing stores after clothing stores.

"You're right," she agreed, rubbing her arms as she imagined how cold it would be later once they were out in the streets. She glanced at her left, where he was supposed to be standing, but didn't found him there. Surprised, she looked around, wondering how he disappeared quickly like that.

"Should we get you this, Pres?"

She followed the sound of his voice, and found him inside a store.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for something for Pres," he said, holding something for her.

"What do I need that for?" She exclaimed, pulling away from him when he tried to place the jacket around him.

He looked at her as if she was stupid.

"For protection from the cold, of course. This is a jacket, something that is worn on the upper part of the body for protection. (11) For your legs, however, maybe we should..."

He didn't finish what he was saying when she snatched the jacket from him and almost slammed it back to where it was placed before.

"Maybe I need a jacket, but not a freaking life jacket, moron!" She hissed at him, stalking away from the store when he chuckled. He followed her, still amused. He kept his distance as he watched her stomped outside the mall. His amusement, however, died down when he heard catcalls. He glared at the source of the lewd comments, and saw a group of men calling Misaki.

"Why don't you join us? We could keep you warm, missy!"

Enraged, she walked faster, forcing herself not to turn around and scream at the men. She had forgotten that she wasn't alone when she was suddenly wrapped in something warm. She abruptly looked behind, and blankly let him guide her hands inside the sleeves of his jacket.

"You always rush head on, Pres. Sometimes it's not good for you," he said as he placed his hand around her waist, stirring her away from the group of men hooting behind.

She blushed when she inhaled his smell embedded in his jacket.

"H-how about you, a-aren't you cold?" She stammered with embarrassment, glancing at his hand around her waist.

"Misa-chan can always keep me warm."

"P-pervert."

Him laughing, her blushing, they walked down the streets.

(10) Microsoft® Encarta® 2009. © 1993-2008 Microsoft Corporation.

A/N: There you go. I'll update whenever I can and felt like it haha ;) Take care !

-Arvendell-

07 January 2011

8:40 AM