Disclaimer: Yeah I answered myself…I do have to constantly add this so that some IDIOTS out there can understand *sigh* I DON'T OWN THIS MANGA/ANIME!
A/N: Seasons over but that does not mean that I don't have a life outside of this people…and other stories.
A/A/N: special thanx to EdwardElricOctober3.1910 for pointing out some vital info that I would have completely skipped over. Love you bro (I call everyone bro)
That Night
Part 13
Misaki woke to the sweet smell of bacon, eggs and toast, and dared not to move to suddenly much as she's always been doing. It took her a couple of minutes to actually get associated enough to sit up straight and eye the big breakfast platter that lay neatly across her lap. Everything looked delicious. From the perfectly cooked toast to the golden and fluffy eggs, everything! And as Misaki stared at it thoughtfully, she felt a slight ping of anger rise from the pit of her gut to her now reddening cheeks. She was about to word her frustration with the perfect meal when Hinata came bursting through the bathroom door, smiling gently, and steaming up the whole room. It wasn't till after everything cleared up when he saw Misaki's suiting form and smiled gently as he made his way to the bed and sat down at the edge by her feet.
"You like it? This hotel gives breakfast for free. I went down earlier by myself. I would have woke you up, but you looked so peaceful when you were sleeping so I left and asked them to bring you something up instead."
Misaki blinked, only half listening to Hinata's soft voice then sat back and calmly began eating after voicing her thanks. She didn't think that she looked so "peaceful" as she slept. Not from the dream she was having. She remembered it clearly, so that itself was bad news as is.
She remembered being small, small enough to fit into cheap bird cage made of broken coat hangers, dangling over this thick blackness that seemed to be taunting her with this one speak of light that only moved farther and farther away from her the more she wanted it, but never once disappeared. Then, from nowhere, Hinata raises out of the darkness, a sweet smile planted on his face as he dangled a key, the key, in front of her. She reached for it, missing it slightly every time, making Hinata's face grow brighter and brighter with excitement, making him grow taller and taller with power. And this pattern continued until Misaki's size resembled that of a baby cannery. Hinata laughed then, prying at her already tattered clothes with his monstrous hands till every article of clothing was gone, and as she stared down in misery and shame she saw the light moving closer to her, growing brighter as it made its way towards her dishonorable body. She wanted to hide. She didn't want this to happen. Not now, she didn't want it to come to her now, but there was no stopping it. Its mind was made, and what she saw scared her, woke her even.
"Misaki?" Hinata's worried voice came, snapping her out of her thoughts. She still had that first piece of bacon in her mouth, dangling by the corners of her mouth with the assist of some drool. "Misaki are you okay? You've been sitting there the whole time with that same piece of bacon in your mouth."
"…Oh no…" she began, wiping her face with the napkin that lay neatly folded on the brim of the tray "I just…I was just thinking."
"Oh…about?" he asked, edging closer to her with a sly smile.
She blinked, moving the tray then jumping out of bed, dragging the sheets with her as she headed to the bathroom. "Oh nothing, special, just the usual…um…things."
She slammed the door behind her relaxing only after, surprisingly still hot, water ran blissfully out of the faucet and began filling the tub. She sighed than started undressing when she suddenly stopped and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her messy hair, her sticky skin, her tired eyes, the noticeable pink marks on the base of either side of her neck, they all looked so…wrong so out of place now but never then.
Usui… Misaki thought as the mirrors fogged up distorting her reflection. I'm sorry. Forgive me.
At Usui's
Usui stared in disgust at the group of people sleeping peacefully on either his couch or his floor. He thought he got his point about waking up alone through to last night's "guests" heads but apparently not since they were still there, except for Tora, taking up his room, his space. He grumbled under his breath then patiently made his way over to the kitchen to make breakfast…but just for himself. He started to take out the eggs when he heard a sudden moan come from behind him closer than it should have been. He circled on his heels, eyes wide and fists ready. He calmed down at the approach of the giant teddy bear waddling slowly towards him.
He sighed and dropped his guard. "What do you want, princess?" he asked, a hint of irritation in his deep voice.
"I'm feeling for a western breakfast this morning how about an egg and cheese amulet with bacon bits on top."
"Hm…sounds good." Usui cooed, pulling out the frying pan from under the cabinet.
"Oh add some grapefruit on the side, and a tall glass of orange juice! That'll make it a true western breakfast!"
"Hm."
Usui looked at her, or rather the bear and growled before turning the fire on. After that, the only sound heard was the cracking of eggs and crackle of butter in the pan. Which Usui enjoyed.
"Whatcha' cooking?"
Well there goes my peace and quiet.
"An egg and cheese omelet with bacon bits on top, grapefruit, and a tall glass of orange juice for-"
"Me."
"…" Kaon stared, her eyes wide with disbelief as she watched Usui pour the eggs into the pan.
"You mean for all of us, ne?"
"No."
"Aw come on! Just make some for me and Tomu. Ichitarou doesn't need any he'll live."
"You are a horrible friend. Seriously why does he stick with you two?"
"Don't know. Don't care. Now feed us!"
"Don't wanna."
"Ugh!"
He smiled, trying his hardest to not laugh at their frustration as he continued to cook. He heard them yelling at him, shouting bribes that meant nothing to him and never will, and that only pleased him more. Then a thought passed: a person in particular, making him smile dastardly as he flipped the omelet professionally.
Misaki. He thought.
At the café:
"Okay so I'll see you later than, Misaki." Hinata cooed as he walked Misaki to the café doors.
"Yes, of course. Bye, Hinata."
Hinata smiled, kissed her cheek softly then turned and drove off, leaving Misaki alone by the edge of the sidewalk, smiling after the disappearing car. She sighed heavily before quickly turning and running into the café, her face red and burning as she screamed out of irritation. "Aoi!" she yelled running through the place, catching the attention of every customer in there.
"Eh? Misaki, didn't you ask for a break for today? Why are you-"
"Can't talk now, Manager. Where's Aoi? I need to talk to him."
"I sent him to the store for some needed materials. He should be back soon. Why?"
"No reason. I just need to speak to him. Is it okay if I wait here till he gets back?"
"Um…"
"Thanks manager!" Misaki screamed as she ran through the back curtains, her thoughts in amiss as she paced the moment she stepped out of view. It wasn't long after when Aoi's proud voice rang from behind her, lifting her spirits lightly. She ran towards it, her eyes watering slightly as she thought on how to solve this mess alone.
"So she's back he-"
"Aoiweneedtotalkrightnow!" she screamed in on breath, dragging the boy away from anyone that dared to follow or need them.
"Misaki!" Aoi screeched as he was dragged behind the curtain, past the cooks and into the dressing room. "Misaki, what's wrong with-"
"I couldn't do it!"
"Do wh-"
"I just couldn't tell him another lie."
"Tell who, Hinata?"
"Yes!"
"Misaki…" Aoi chuckled out of frustration. He rubbed his temples irritably before looking at her with tired eyes. "What in heaven's name are you talking about?"
Misaki blinked, suddenly feeling embarrassed with herself and how she was acting. This wasn't like her. This wasn't the way Misaki acted, especially not with Aoi. But the words were rushed out of her mouth before her brain could catch up, and everything was, at the time, moving so fast around her that she didn't exactly know what it was she was going to say next to Aoi.
"Misaki?" Aoi questioned, a more concerned look draping his face. "Misaki what's wrong? What's troubling you? You know you can te-"
"I slept with Hinata."
"YOU DID WHAT!"
"I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? You should be! Misaki what did I tell you to do."
"To lie."
"Then why didn't you lie?"
"'I already told you why. I couldn't find it in myself to lie to him again."
"Yeah, but…Misaki." He sighed, eyes dreary and head hung low. "What are you going to tell, Usui?"
"…I just…won't tell him anything."
"Are you sure you can do that, cause you didn't do so well with telling Hinata a lie."
"Yeah but…it's different with Usui."
Aoi paused and stared at her in disbelief. He didn't know whether or not to be mad at her or to comfort her and tell her everything was going to be alright when he knew it wasn't. Because he knew, oh he knew, that Misaki was digging her own grave, and it was getting a little too big for her to handle.
"Are you still going to see Usui today?"
Misaki thought on that, tilting her head sideways as she stared through Aoi rather than at him. That was a good question, was she going to still visit Usui today? Was she, after sleeping with her boyfriend for his own certain purposes, going to go see her ex-boyfriend and do the same thing? A sharp pang shot through her stomach as she thought on not showing up at Usui's, as she thought about how his face would look when he finally got it through to his mind that she wasn't showing up, and she had to admit that that feeling hurt her more than seeing Hinata in that kind of position. So, with a heavy heart and a lump in her throat, he nodded her head awkwardly without looking at Aoi.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his head as he watched her visibly shrink under his eyes even though he was sure he wasn't doing anything particularly threatening. "Well then I guess you better go, huh."
Misaki looked up, her eyes wide with interest as Aoi smiled down on her.
"You love Usui too much to just leave him hanging. So the only smart thing to do is just go with what you think you should do."
She smiled the hugged the boy, tightly and quickly before running off towards the front door when Aoi stopped her. "But remember, Misaki…" he began "it's your issue, and whatever happens happens, and you'll have to be the one to pick it all up, got it?"
She stood there for a while, dazed by his words before she slowly nodded then abruptly turned and ran out the back. The last thing he saw before the curtains fluttered to a soft close was her departing figure heading out the front doors of the café.
He smiled after her before gradually letting his smile fade. His head hurt now. Dealing with Misaki's emotions proved to be more to handle than he anticipated.
"Aoi." Satsuki's warm voice came, making him pop his head up in surprise.
"Satsuki? When did you get back here?"
"I came in not too long after Misaki left."
"Oh." He mumbled, once again letting his focus to wonder. Satsuki stood patiently in front of him with expectant eyes as she watched him hunch over and sigh again.
"Is there something you need?" Aoi finally asked after realizing that she was still standing there. Satsuki smiled then pointed a little finger down at his hands, making him follow in its direction till he saw the bag he still held comfortably. "…Oh." He blushed slightly before handing her the bag. "Sorry about that. Misaki kind of…snatched me suddenly. I didn't have the time to hand you the bag."
"No problem ." she smiled, looking through the contents and mentally checking off everything he had in there. "Speaking of Misaki, what do you think is wrong with her?"
Aoi opened his mouth to speak, thought about it, and then closed it again before smiling apologetically at Satsuki. "Sorry, but that's something you'd had to find out about through Misaki herself."
Back at Usui's:
"But why?" a rather annoying Kaon cried outside of Usui's apartment door. "We want to stay some more. Why do we have to leave? We still have so much to talk about, Takumi."
"One, don't call me Takumi, it's Usui to you, and two; I want you to leave because you three are annoying."
"No we're not. We are fun. Now let us stay." Kaon demanded, stomping her foot in the process.
Usui blinked. His hand twitched for a second and the only thing he could think of doing was hurting that girl, her and her brother and "friend", but without hurting her physically.
SLAM!
Problem solved.
"This won't be the last of us, Takumi Usui! You'll rue the day you rejected or presence."
Yeah, yeah. He thought as he made his way back to the kitchen to pick up his plate. He then proceeded to clean up their mess that was left behind, which was vast in size because of Kaon's temper tantrum from not being "properly treated as a guest".
He sighed, feeling suddenly lighter since they left, but feeling burdened nonetheless. How else was he supposed to feel? He was expecting Misaki to arrive soon and his place was a mess because of those three idiots that Tora, that bastard, dropped on him.
"Ignorant pests." He grumbled to himself. "Why are they so fascinated with me anyways…and why can't that girl just grow up?"
He puffed, falling over onto the couch behind him as he looked around. The covers were folded, rappers all picked up and tossed into the bin, furniture back in place, and table cleaned and shinned. He smiled tiredly as he looked over it all. "I really don't like them."
Knock. Knock.
He looked toward the door, eyes focused. "Who is it?" he asked from where he sat, fearing for his life that they came back.
"It's me."
Misaki!
He jumped suddenly and rushed to the door, his heart pounding uncontrollably under his shirt the closer he got. He could practically see her small face smiling up at his with eager eyes that spoke of the exciting time they would have together.
"Misaki." He smiled down at her, eyes wide with anticipation and enthusiasm. "Hey."
"Hey." She huffed back, slightly out of breath from god knows what.
He stepped aside, allowing her in. her smile widened as she stepped past him and he slipped his hand around her waist. "Were you waiting long?"
"Not at all."
"Oh, before I forget, I saw Kaon, Tomu, and Ichitarou outside right before I got in the elevator here. Were they by chance-"
"Ugh! Don't mention them, please."
She laughed, spinning on her heels to stare look at him. He smirked down at her, his hands never once leaving her waist, before bending over just enough to touch his lips against hers. It was a soft kiss, a simple one that made his heart jump the moment his skin touched hers.
Misaki's hands found their way to his neck before regrouping together to pull him in more, to deepen the kiss. Her back arched into the form of his bent figure, morphing into him till she no longer knew where her body ended and his started. A deathly addicting sense of passion shot through her body, making her moan into his mouth. He took this as a sign and dropped his hands to her thighs, lingering at her butt as they passed over, and gracefully picked her up, making her wrap her long legs around his body. She moaned again, opening her mouth this time, allowing his tongue passage to explore and regain its territory, and for a moment, all Misaki could feel was bliss. She didn't even care that she…
"Mm, what's wrong?" Usui asked once she pulled away.
Misaki stared at him, her eyes moist as the thoughts of last night in her head arose, as her dream slowly crept up on her, and Usui: the light, his face in the dream, it was so disappointed, so hurt, so…unbearable. She wanted to die right then and there. She wanted to disappear. She didn't want to be there, not in front of him with nothing on and trapped in Hinata's cage. She didn't want that, but she couldn't do anything against it. Hinata had the keys.
"Misaki?" Usui screamed, shaking her softly.
She blinked then stared at him innocently.
"Is something the matter?"
"No…no I was just…thinking."
"About?"
"…Takumi I have something to…um…to tell you."
"…Does it involve Shintani?"
"Yes."
"Then I don't want to hear it."
"But Takumi-"
"No. I just really don't want to-"
"I SLEPT WITH HINATA!"
"…What?" he croaked. He looked hurt, betrayed even as he slowly let her down. She didn't protest. She just stared back at him with sad eyes that seemed to be pleading with his. "Tell me that what I just heard…was a lie." Usui demanded his voice lethal and low. "Tell me that was just some kind of sick…joke."
Misaki shook her head then buried it in her palms and cried. That was the look. The look of shear pain that he held on his face in her dream and that was enough to have her bawling desperately. She stood there waiting as she cried for Usui to do something, to comfort her, to turn her down, to move, but he just stood there planted in that spot.
After several more minutes of standing and crying, Misaki finally stopped crying, but she kept her hands plastered to her face and refused to look up until something was said. That was when a strong hand was placed on her head, making her look up. Usui was staring at her now, a softer look on his face as he watched her, raking his green eyes over her withering figure.
"When?"
"…Yesterday."
He sighed, pulling a hand through his blond hair then looked back down at Misaki. "Misaki…I…"
"…You don't have to say it. I know. You don't wish to see me anymore." Her voice cracked as tears threatened to rise again. "I'll just leave th-"
"No!" Usui yelled, his voice roaring through the whole room, before kissing her forcefully, pulling her onto him and picking her up once again. "No." he breathed once they were apart. "I don't want you to leave. You mean too much to me to just up and leave me…Misaki I love you, and I don't care what Shintani did to you…cause I can fix it. I can make you forget…everything that he ever did to you." He smiled a sly smile as he walked on, blinded by Misaki's body but making it to the couch nonetheless.
"So you don't want me to leave?" Misaki asked. She felt a little flutter of hope rise in her heart. Usui let go of her, letting her fall back onto the black couch with her legs parted. He fell through them, still smiling as his hands slowly made its way up her body.
"Does it look like I want you to leave?"
Misaki smiled as he kissed her, prying at her clothes desperately, hands begging for access to her warm skin. She moaned, making him moan and try harder. Finally he unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it aside. Her bra was significantly easier to remove and proved to be no hassle to him.
"Takumi!" Misaki whimpered.
He looked at her through heavy lidded eyes then smiled as he kissed his way down her stomach, stopping briefly to suck on her breast before licking her down to her navel. "Tell me where" he began "he touched you…and I'll make it better."
Misaki smiled down at him then reached up to his shirt, pulling him down into a deep kiss while her hands worked on removing the unneeded shirt. "Then I guess you better get to work, Takumi." She cooed.
With Hinata:
"Hinata!" His coworker screamed, hitting the boys arm hard to snap him out of his daze. Hinata blinked, looking at the man with pain-filled eyes.
"Why did you do that?"
"You were dazed…again! What's up with you? Last night wasn't as good as you thought it would be?"
"No. That's not it. I was just thinking is all."
"Oh…well okay then. It's your lunch break now. That's what I came here to tell you. You tend to work into it you know."
"Oh. Thank you" he nodded towards the man then walked past him, letting his face drop once again.
Clean. He thought. The sheets…
I don't think I have any specific dates anymore. Sorry for skipping last week…that was when it was supposed to be updated - .-
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. I know I would enjoy it if you reviewed!
Ja Na!