wow, i think i got 16 reviews in one night :)

Right, Chapter 51, by demand of... lots of you.

BTW, when I said that it was rushed... I didn't mean the story... I kind of meant the chapter.

Next chapter is the official date with Takashi~

Enjoy!


He kissed me...

I glanced over to and watched as he jotted something down in his work book. We were in science, and we were supposed to be taking notes while the teacher lectured us about Osmosis and particles in the cells.

I knew all of it already, and had several folders at home with all of this stuff in it, so I could just relax in the lessons most of the time, and still get the highest grade in the class.

Well, joint highest with Kyouya. It's hard to beat someone who already gets a hundred percent. But since we broke even, it wasn't too competitive between us.

There was another reason I wasn't making notes... and I may have said it before.

Kyouya kissed me.

I'd felt stunned, and I swear my lips had tingled for an hour after that.

But I didn't want to dwell on it too much, because that would not only make him inscrutably smug, but it would also aggravate Takashi.

I looked down into my hand at the piece of paper he'd pressed into it. It was only a hastily written note... cheeky bugger.

'Consider your debt paid~'

Still, I couldn't help but smile... it was rather sweet. But now I had to think about what was going to happen with Takashi...

Science passed twice as slowly as usual.

* * *

Honey really was in a bad mood today.

Takashi hadn't let him have anything sweet for three days.

Three bitter days.

And Honey had just about reached the end of his tether.

He'd hit the twins, bitten Tamaki, and then he flew off the handle when Takashi told him that that was enough.

"Takashi... you idiot!"

I had been stood watching from the sides, next thing I knew, Takashi had been hurled in my direction.

I yelped as he crashed into me, but his arms seemed to instinctively wrap around me, and I was spared the head trauma and spinal injuries. Takashi didn't fare too well though. He looked upset at first, but then completely and utterly broken when Honey screamed out;

"I hate you!"

The small boy then fled from the room.

I was effectively sat in Takashi's lap, so it was quite easy for me to see his face when I simply looked up, though he did try to hide.

"Takashi?" I whispered, reaching up and brushing my hand along the side of his face.

"He hates me." I heard his strangled whisper, and couldn't help but break with him. He looked after Honey, and even when he had his best interests in heart, Honey threw it all back in his face (and threw him across the room) while shouting that he hates him.

Haruhi and the twins had approached us quietly.

"Mori sempai, you could have easily blocked that... why...?" started Hikaru. Kaoru didn't finish his sentence, as there was no need. Everyone knew what he meant. But Haruhi figured she might a well clarify things.

"Why didn't you stop him?"

The older boys head dropped, resting on my shoulder. He shook it lightly, then shrugged. I heard him whisper 'I deserve it' though I'm not sure the others did.

"You were punishing yourself weren't you? You feel guilty for being harsh and not reminding him to brush his teeth. You wanted him to say he hated you..."

I looked at him after finishing my sentence, and everyone stood in stony silence. He shifted me off his lap onto the floor and tried to get up by leaning on the nearest table, resulting in the table toppling over and he came crashing back to ground.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, looking utterly defeated.

I crawled up to him, climbed back into his lap and rested my head against his chest. I felt him wrap his arms around me and bury his face in my hair, then the others sort of backed off (thanks to Haruhi shooing them away) while I did my best to comfort the young man.

"He doesn't really hate you..." I whispered, curling into him.

"He does... he said so himself." he choked out.

"He doesn't mean it. I said things like that all the time to my mum and dad. I never meant it."

"He meant it."

"He didn't." I said. I never once raised my voice, but it hardened and the finality in my voice was there, and he noticed. I softened up again. "He'll come back, honestly he will. He doesn't hate you."

He rubbed my back gently, then almost as if on cue, we heard fast little footsteps.

"Takashi, I'm so sorry, I don't hate you!"

We looked up just in time to see the blond hurl himself at us. He sat in my lap, hugged Takashi and buried himself between us.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry." He kept whispering over and over again. I wrapped my arms around the both of them. Takashi did the same, and we sat there. Personally, I was glad Honey didn't really hate him, it just made everything so much easier when Takashi was happy.

* * *

We'd had club, we'd packed away, and now we were ready to go home. It had only been a half day today, for some reason or other, so in effect, I had the afternoon and most of the evening to spend with Takashi.

"Ready to go?"

I looked up at him, he was still in his uniform, and there was no basket in sight, so I gave him a quizzical look. He smiled at my perplexed face.

"I'll take you home first, so you can change, then we can go to my place, I'll get changed, get food, and we can go."

"Oh, okay."

We walked down to the limo in a comfortable silence. It wasn't like he had to talk, I knew that just being next to him made me happy... strange as that sounded.

I climbed into the limo first, and he followed after me, draping an arm over my shoulders. In what seemed like no time at all, we were at my house and we were walking inside.

"Can you come up and help me pick something?" I asked, not entirely sure what to wear. He just smiled and nodded, his dark eyes never straying from my face. I led him up to my room, and while he sat on my sofa bed, I routed through the wardrobe for something nice.

I eventually picked out a calf length deep green skirt, with a white V-neck t-shirt. I looked at Takashi who nodded his approval, then I went into my bathroom and changed, leaving him to his own devices.

I changed fairly quickly, had a wash, brushed my teeth and made sure I put my uniform into the hamper. Then I walked out to let him judge weather I look good or not.

"Beautiful." was his reply when I asked him, and I couldn't help but smile. I slipped on my white dolly shoes (which were kind of like ballet slippers but with harder soles so they weren't as flexible) and we went down to the limo again.

The ride to his house took much longer, so I made myself comfortable against him and started asking questions about his home and his family.

"Are you an only child?" I asked, playing with his fingers as he'd put his arm around me.

"No, I have a younger brother called Satoshi. He'll be in High School next year."

"Really? I never knew..."

"Mhmm, and Mitsukuni has a younger brother... Yasuchika."

"Are Satashi and Yasuchika the same age?"

"Yeah."

I pondered over the new information for a while, then went on with my interrogation.

"Will your parents and brother be home?"

"My father is away on business, but my mother and brother are home, yes."

"Oh, okay then."

I kind of felt a little lighter, if I didn't run the risk of running into all of his family members at once, that was good enough for me.

"How big is your house?"

"It's bigger than yours." he chuckled, so I nudged him.

"I'm serious."

"I am too... it's probably as big as Mitsukuni's house. If not slightly bigger as my family have several Dojo's. We tend to break them..."

"What the hell?" I asked. Break a Dojo?

"Well, the Morinozuka way of fighting is 'anything goes.' We do tend to get carried away... throw things..."

"Wow..."

I sat in awe for a minute, then gaped as a huge mansion came into view. The gardens were huge, and I couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by the sheer size of the place.

I was so busy staring, I hadn't noticed Takashi had been waiting for me to get out after him until he actually physically lifted me from my seat and stood me up.

"Pull yourself together. Come on now." he started to chuckle, holding my hand and pulling me indoors. We passed a few maids on the way, who bowed as we passed and smiled slightly at me as I gawked, the butlers did the same, but they tended to give me an approving once over as I went past.

The place was massive, twists and turns around every corner, like a maze, or labyrinth. There were so many doors, and it was so intricately decorated; the walls were painted white, with a green jade kind of marble for the pillars and white tiled flooring with green tiles all around the edge, and there were staircases all over the place. Deep mahogany tables were dotted around, with potted plants on them or large vases, or glass vases with flowers neatly displayed.

"Takashi, who's that?"

We both turned to see who the voice came from, and I was purely shocked that the boy (shorter than Takashi and with a younger face) looked... more or less exactly like his brother who was now squeezing my hand reassuringly, almost as if he could sense my shock.

"This is Saori Yasagawa. From school." he said bluntly.

"Really? Well it's nice to meet you Saori! I bet old Takashi can get boring, he hardly ever talks. Plus he act like an old man."

Takashi grunted and pulled me slightly more towards him, almost possessively.

"See, totally unsociable. I'm Satoshi by the way, I'm his younger brother."

"I... noticed. You talk a lot." I said quite shyly.

"Yeah, everyone says I'm more like my mother, she's more talkative then dad or Tak."

"Yeah? Well, I guess I'll talk to you later... we need to get going somewhere."

Glad I avoided farther conversation with the bubbly teen, I happily let Takashi lead me to his bedroom and pull me inside.

It was large. I can say that at the very least. There were tatami mats all over the floor, so it was quite comfortable, and there was a large bed against the center of the wall at the right side. But other than the bed, a large desk and several bookcases, there was nothing in the room.

Until, that is, Takashi pulled open some secret door that lead to a walk in closet. I followed in a daze, and was surprised that, for once, a guy had more clothe than me. Suits, jeans, trousers, slacks, shorts, short pants, dinner coats, dress shirts, vest tops, jackets, t-shirts, sandals, trainers, polished black dress shoes, slippers, loafers.... everything was in this closet.

"Oh. My. Goodness." I whispered.

I stared silently as Takashi pulled out a pair of black slacks, a casual, but nice, shirt and some black shoes, then waited patiently outside in his room while he got changed.

This place was really alien to me...

I was browsing the shelves for a good book, when I heard a cough behind me.

I turned to see him standing there looking pretty darn James Bond like. His hair was as spiky as always, but his clothe looked so different. He had on the slacks, and the suspenders that were attached were hanging loosely down to his knees. His shirt was kind of tucked in, but it looks like he gave up half way through, so only half looked tidy and half was sticking out.

It was rather cute.

He'd left the top button of his shirt undone, in a very casual style, and his shoes were just plain black ones that looked kind of new, but also broken in.

My reaction?

Wow, blush.

"Shall we go?" he asked.

I smiled, nodded, took his hand and off we went.