Kaichō wa Maid-sama!
23/04/17
Well, it looks like I really am back to monthly updates. I extend my love to all my bees! Please know that the favourites, the follows and the reviews that I get are dear to my heart!
Well, I started watching W―Two Worlds a few days ago, and I have just finished ep5! That made me wonder, what if Takumi and Misaki will come from the ffn world to get me for making them suffer!?
Well, I'm not their creator, so hopefully I will not be blamed! D:
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Happy reading to all my readers, and please tell me which parts you liked, as well as those you didn't! I really do hope that this chapter will be 'welcomed' ;D Well, a very late Happy Easter to my Christian readers! And Christian or not, God bless everyone!
Chapter 10: Welcomed
The feel of her lips against his was like a wave meeting shore for the first time―so new, yet so natural.
And just like the shore, the wave was welcomed.
Every bump and hump on her lips was a rather wild ride for Takumi, yet he knew the directions all too well, and only then did he realise that he never memorised something in such a detailed manner the way he memorised her soft, soft lips.
Their kiss was gentle and unhurried. One couldn't call it sweet because in a way or another, it wasn't. It brought back memories unwanted but remembered dearly, as well as the jocund days of vanilla innocence when the only thing that was impure to Misaki was him being a "perverted alien". It brought back these happy times, and the unhappy thing about that is because they believed―they believed that things could never be like that again.
Despite this, emotions that were tucked in and well-hidden behind the masks that they wore forced their way out. Anger, frustration, despair, loneliness, regret―all these flowed out as their lips tangled in a sweet embrace. They both felt the hurt and sorrow that they inflicted upon each other, and he welcomed the melancholic hello that she wished him with. Takumi knew better than hoping, nevertheless, he bet his whole existence on a thinning thread, and in his heart he had hoped that he was right when he felt something else through their kiss.
He knew that he shouldn't, but he hoped anyway. He hoped that he was right when he felt it, and his hopes heightened even in the slightest bit possible when she outlined his jaw with the tips of her fingers, as if urging him not to let go.
Usui Takumi almost forgot everything that surrounded them, that is, until he heard a voice that sang in perfect pitch, mercilessly slicing through the thread of hope that he―with the whole of his being and soul―desperately clung to.
'"'Kaa-chan!"'
No one else heard it but him.
'"'Kaa-chan!"'
His stomach flipped like a boat in a storm, and his body ached as he felt her softness against his. Shoving the child's hearty laugh that tore at his soul out of his head, Takumi groaned as he felt her fingertips move until they rested on his shoulder, lightly pressing on the skin that was exposed by his hospital gown, and at the same time, pulling him much closer.
Time did not stop for the both of them to think, rather, it only existed for them to feel. The cool air-conditioning provided by the hospital room did not help, and Misaki thought she was going mad when she felt that it only brought in more heat.
Takumi continued to kiss her, and for a moment he was confused as to where and how he was gaining the strength to do so. He continued to kiss her, and she willingly accepts and even deepens it, somehow taking the lead as he exhausted himself and used every last ounce of the energy that he had. Every part of his body that she had touched burned, but he did not complain about the smoke. He threw himself into the fire, and they continued to kiss until they could not breathe.
Usui Takumi bit her lower lip, before tracing his tongue over it, and he let go. A millimetre distance. That was all that was between them, but she already felt so far.
And just like the wave, it will leave the shore.
Usui Takumi knew that this was not a dream as he felt her hot breath fanning against his, oddly calming the fires that she ignited. He didn't know why, but his lips stung as she panted before him, and Takumi had to hold back. He liked the way it hurt. He liked it too much that if he leaned in one more time, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. Not even the fact that he was hospitalised would stop him.
No. Not even if she was married.
Consumed by exhaustion and acceptance of defeat, he huffed a breath as he looked down at his right hand; his left still lingered at her shoulder before draping down and setting on his lap.
"You", he breathed as he reached for the buttons that were conveniently on the side of the hospital bed, pressing on one that raised the top half of the bed a little higher. "You―why didn't you stop me?"
Looking up, he burned a hole into her orbs as he stared her down. "Why did you do that? Why did you let that happen?" He spat the words out bitterly, leering at her as if she was bile.
"I―It just..."
Though his voice was hoarse and his throat dry, Takumi was still capable of speaking, but he didn't let out the words that he had been dying to say.
'Just say you love me and I'll say I'm sorry. I don't want anybody else to feel this way.'
He knew that it made him selfish and irrational, and he probably knew the answer to his questions already, but he loved her too much, and when you love someone too much, hope is inevitable.
Misaki took the cake of courage and stepped back from the bed where she had previously been straddling the patient awkwardly, passionately lip-locked with him in a heated kiss. Said patient resorted back to lying on the bed, obviously drained by fatigue.
She had no words to stutter; no sorries to give, because she knew in her heart that she wasn't sorry at all. She opened her mouth to speak, but could only exhale softly as she found herself tongue-tied.
Takumi cleared his throat. "I apologise for what has happened. It was a mistake on my part, and I did not realise that I forced myself on you. I hope that this will be overlooked... Ayuzawa-san."
Misaki's eyes almost shot out of her head as she heard her surname being addressed, with an honorific. It was never "Ayuzawa-san"―that was only reserved for her mother. It was only "Misa-chan", "Ayuzawa" or...
She blushed as she remembered him saying the three-syllable word. '"Misaki."'
She was thankful that he found his IV tubing the most interesting thing in the world at that moment.
Cursing herself for being flustered at such a time, the dark-haired woman responded―by accident she did, actually―to the man's formal apology, "I―I apologise too... I didn't―I―"
Just then, a knock came upon the door, and entered two nurses and a man dressed in white.
"Good evening, Mr. Walker, and...?" The doctor looked to Misaki, waiting for her to introduce herself.
"Oh, uhm, Ayuzawa Misaki, I'm―"
"Good evening to you too, Ayuzawa-san", he greeted, rather hurried. "I apologise for the rude interruption, but", he turned to the blond before bowing, "I am Dr. Kawashima, and I came to bring you Mr. Walker for tests. It will take only a few hours. Are you well enough or would you still like to rest?"
Misaki felt a slight painful tug at her heartstrings when Takumi shook his head―he didn't even look her way to wordlessly say that he had to go.
The doctor bowed and smiled. "Well, is it alright if we take you out on a wheelchair?
"Yes."
Nodding, the doctor instructed one of his nurses to manipulate the control clamp so that the IV tubing could be removed, and so that a cannula stopper could be placed. Takumi was then assisted to be seated on a wheelchair.
The doctor gave a slight chuckle to Misaki, saying that he would be taking her boyfriend for a while, only to be cut off by the blond, who despite his state, still managed to speak.
"She's not my girlfriend. Ms. Ayuzawa is only a visitor."
Embarrassed, the doctor apologised countless times, to which Misaki could only give a nervous smile to.
She was once again met with the deafening silence the moment the door clicked close.
The absence of noise along with the cool air wrenched the woman's heart. It felt so cold that it was almost impossible to feel cold like that.
Misaki thought she would cry, but she didn't. She double-tapped on the screen of her phone to awaken it, only to be met by a message which read:
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Everything, yes, everything would always have something to do with him.
Misaki shook her head before proceeding to call her sister, who had now left her with six missed calls.
"Hey Suzuna. I'm sorry for not answering. Please don't worry about me. I will be coming home soon", she said to the voicemail before ending the unanswered call she attempted to make.
Ayuzawa Misaki made her way out of the building, letting her own feet take her to wherever they could.
It was cold wherever she went.
Looking up at the hospital, their kiss already felt so long ago.
The cold seemed to stop and freeze any tears from falling.
.
.
Misaki could only welcome it with open arms.
As Takumi was escorted by nurses to private elevators and 'restricted-from-anyone-else-but-the-high-society' shortcuts―privileged by his name, profile, and annual yet grand donations to the medical centre―his thoughts were a batter of ingredients that didn't make any sense.
He had kissed Ayuzawa Misaki.
He had kissed Ayuzawa Misaki and Ayuzawa Misaki had kissed him back.
But it didn't make any sense, and it couldn't in any way that he pieced the puzzle. He didn't know how to feel, and he didn't even know if he was sorry towards her... husband and son, or any other kids that she had for that matter.
He hated himself for acknowledging them, and accepting what he had to accept.
The resonating pain that echoed in his head did not disappear, and it did not aid him in figuring out why she didn't stop him.
'Why would you kill me, and then leave me in hopes that I could live again?'
He had hoped earlier that he had felt even the slightest bit of her love―her love that was only for him and him alone, but shrugged it off as he was wheeled to another wing of the hospital.
Maybe it was due to fatigue, or maybe it was because he stopped trying to deny that she was with someone else now, but either way, Takumi did not realise that she introduced herself as Ayuzawa, and when he did, it was too late.
The darkness came and swept his senses away, rendering him incapable from resisting being whisked away to a peaceful slumber. He could only welcome the lethargy that arrived, as well as the despondency that it brought with it.
A/n: I know it's weird but for some parts I used Japanese honorifics, and for some I didn't. I felt that it suited the situation more in those moments, since I am writing in English, nevertheless things mean the same. I don't know.