Chapter 30

Visits and Dinner Invitations

Hello! Man, I thought High School senior year was supposed to be fun, no instead its full of stress. Ugh! I just want it all to be over so I can update you guys more frequently.

For now, bear with me for the weekly updates.

After this chapter, this story will have only ten more chapters to go, but I do not want to get to the climax without introducing Takumi to Misaki's parents first.

Misaki will be introduced to Takumi's family later on. In this story, it is Takumi that will have a harder time getting accepted and you will see why. Misaki not as much since she's of noble blood which is typically what Takumi's family has issues with.

But all will be revealed when you read this chapter.

Enjoy~

Takumi stared out the carriage window with a bored expression as his friends dragged him away from another obnoxious noble family.

Takumi's family had asked his friends to accompany him to another pointless lunch, where he would meet a girl that his family deeply wished for him to marry. However, none of them would be as enchanting as Misaki. They never would be. Becuase she was the girl he wished to marry and spend the rest of his life with. As soon as the Academy War was over, Takumi would grasp the first opportunity to propose to her. For now, he wanted to sulk in peace with himself, until the carriage came to a sudden halt and Takumi nearly collided with the window next to him.

"What's going on?" He asked. Tora merely gave him a mischievous smirk. He silently pushed open the carriage door and Chiyo pushed Takumi out the carriage. "What-" but he cut short when he looked at what was in front of him. He was standing in front of YSA. He glanced back at Tora who merely waved at him and ordered the driver to start the carriage again. "Have fun!" Tira called back as the carriage drove away. Takumi sighed a ran an hand through his hair, but he couldn't get rid of the smile on his face. He hadn't seen his love for three days. The last he had seen her was during the last stage of the Academy Wars. He couldn't wait to hold her in his arms and kiss her breathless.

But all that flew out the window when he saw the storm of students come out of the building. They were all carrying luggage. Takumi hadn't realized that there was a line of carriages right next to him. Some of the students began to climb inside the carriages while others walked away into the far distance. Takumi caught sight of familiar faces like Sakura, Aoi, Kuga, and the obnoxious Hinata. He could see Erika as well, with Shou and Yuji who were holding Yukimura. He seemed better but seeing the crutches Takumi realized he still had trouble walking. Takumi wanted to ask them if they had seen Misaki but on cue, she came out.

Her dark hair danced from side to side as she trailed behind her brother who looked like he was running for his life. Misaki eye's blazed with fire as she tried to keep up with her brother who hadn't seen Takumi in front of him and nearly collided with him. He glanced at Takumi before looking back at Misaki who would have succeeded in jumping him if Takumi hadn't been able to hold her back. She didn't even notice him as she pried him off of her, and started to chase her brother again. "Come back you bastard!" She screeched. Kou, on the other hand, continued to run in circles until he tripped over and fell onto the grass. Misaki immediately climbed on top of him and the said boy looked like he was close to a heart attack. Misaki slapped him across the face over and over again but Kou didn't even flinch. "What is wrong with you? Why are you so heartless? I never say anything when you bring all those girls into your room then toss them aside like useless trash, but I draw the line at our parents."

With that Kou pushed her off of him. Misaki gasped as she fell to the ground. "They're your parents. But not mine." He looked away from her and was about to go inside when Misaki kicked him with her feet causing him to fall back on the ground.

"They raised you like their own," Misaki retorted.

Kou looked up at her cooly. "If they thought of me as their own than they would have never lied to me. Isn't that what parents do? Show honesty with their children."

Misaki's eyes saddened a bit. "But they did it for their own good."

Kou groaned as he got up and started to walk inside the building again. "I would rather know the truth than have someone care for me falsely. Leave me alone Misa. I'm not going to visit them with you."

Misaki looked at her brother dejectedly as he left. Takumi walked up to her and called her name several times, but she never responded. When he called her for the 9th time, he brushed her hair slightly. She looked up then. "How long have you been there?" She asked as he helped her up.

Takumi smirked. "Long enough to see a drama unfold between siblings." He pulled her to him and kissed her forehead. "What's wrong?" He asked.

Misaki shook her head. "It's nothing," she said as she stepped away from him and snapped her fingers. A small luggage appeared next to her.

Takumi arched his eyebrows. "Are you going somewhere?" He asked. "Did I come at a bad time?"

Misaki shook her head and smiled. "No, you came at the right time. I was going to get you myself actually. But it looks like you saved me the trouble." Misaki pulled the luggage with her as she approached a carriage.

"Where are we going?" Takumi asked as he trailed behind her.

Misaki looked at him over her shoulder and smiled. "To see my parents."

Later at the Kingdom Capital

Takumi helped Misaki out of the carriage as the carriage stood in front of a large inn. He looked at her questionable but she only pushed him inside.

Takumi looked around the inn as Misaki spoke to the man in the front who was trying his best not to faint at the sight of her. There were large chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. A beautiful water fountain stood in the middle of the large room. There were painting covering the wall and Takumi couldn't help but notice two in particular. The people in the painting had dark hair and the brightest of amber eyes. They looked a lot like Misaki.

Did Misaki's family own this place?

But before he could take a closer look at the painting Miskai tugged on his arm and pulled him away. She gripped his arm tighter when women around them started to squeal. He in returned pulled her closer when men started to look at her hungrily.

They smiled at each other as they passed all the glares and squealing. Misaki lead him to a room and pushed the door open. Takumi's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the bed. As soon as she had stepped inside he slammed the door behind him and pressed Misaki against the door. His arms caged her as he collided their mouths.

Misaki gasped against his mouth and he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue in. She resisted a little first but melted against him eventually. Takumi wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. He was sure he was crushing her but she didn't complain. She whimpered against his mouth when she started to run out of the air. Takumi pulled back and buried his face in the crook of her neck before kissing her there. She moaned against his touch as she gripped her hands clenched his shirt. "Takumi," she whispered. Takumi pulled back and was glad to see that her eyes were just as cloudy as his own. Before he knew it he was kissing her again and he had no plan of stopping until she touched his face lightly with her fingers, indicating him to stop. He kissed her jaw as she spoke. "What are you doing?"

Takumi's lips remained on her skin as he murmured against it. "Well sweetheart, when you bring me into a room with a bed you can't expect me to remain sane now can you." He felt Misaki freeze at his words, but he quickly kissed her on the head in assurance. "Relax. I won't force myself on you. We'll do it whenever you're ready." Misaki smiled slightly as he pulled her into a hug.

"What if I make you wait a long time? Would you still love me?" She asked.

Takumi chuckled. "I would love you always. Love isn't necessarily all about the physical affection. It goes beyond that does it not?"

He smiled when Misaki nodded into his chest and buried his face deeper into them. "Besides," he whispered next to her ear. "I'm sure you'll want me sooner than you think."

Misaki pushed him off of her immediately. She was glaring at him. He only chuckled as he sat at the edge of the bed. "Could you find something for me to wear before we meet your parents? I can't wear this since you ruined it." Misaki blushed at his words and slammed the door shut behind her.

Takumi laid his head down on the bed. Despite how nice the inn was, it was extremely hot. Takumi pulled off his shirt and looked out the window. He sighed as the cool air hit him. So it was his clothes after all? Takumi noticed a carriage come to a halt below. It had a symbol painted on it. It seemed like a sakura tree shedding petals. Just then someone barged into the room.

It was Misaki. She was carrying an oil of clothes in her hand. "Hey I brought you this…" her voice trailed off when she saw Takumi shirtless. She blushed red and immediately turned around. "S-sorry I didn't know you were…" Misaki without looking at him tossed him the clothes. "Get ready. My parents are here earlier than I expected."

Takumi caught the clothes but he couldn't erase the smile off of her face. "Misaki," the said girl stopped in her tracks after she twisted the doorknob. "Did you like what you see?" Misaki screamed pervert then left. Takumi chuckled at himself again. Oh, how he adored her.

Later…

Takumi was greeted by Misaki in a beautiful white gown. He loved that color on her. Without a word he merely smiled and held out his hand to her. She took it with a smile of her own. For them both, their words spoke louder than their words ever could.

They made their way down stair until they came to a halt in front of a large door.

Takumi noticed Misaki tense for a bit. "Are you scared?" He asked as he stroked her cheek with his fingertips. Misaki shrugged. "A bit," was her vague reply. She let Takumi peck her on the lips before the doors flew open.

In the center of the room, a large dining table had been set up. The man and the woman from the painting before sat at the head of the table. There were two seats placed next to them. They stood up when they saw Misaki and Takumi.

"Oh, my lovely girl," the woman who must've been Misaki's mother came up to them and hugged Misaki. Misaki let go of Takumi to hug her mother. "You look so thin have you been eating well?" Misaki merely smiled as her mother noticed Takumi.

"You must be Takumi-Kun," she said as she kissed either of his cheeks. A polite gesture. "Your grandfather speaks very highly of you."

"You've met my grandfather?" Takumi asked slightly amused.

"Of course we have," it was the man, who was most likely Misaki's father who had spoken. "Why? Did you think my daughter came from an underlying family like that grandfather of you assumes everyone to have?" Takumi was taken aback by this. But before he could speak Misaki stopped him.

"FATHER!" She exclaimed. The said man eyed her curiously. "Must you always be so rude?"

Misaki's father shook his head. "There is something you don't understand my child. I suppose it's better if you don't." This time Minako stopped Misaki.

"Why don't we all just eat?" Misaki glared at her father as she took a seat next to him. Takumi sat next to Minako and across from Misaki. He tapped Misaki with his feet lightly. She glanced over at him and smiled slightly before she started to eat her food. Takumi did the same until Sakuya sneered.

"You think you're so mighty that you can eat before I permit you to?" Sakuya asked as he sipped his wine. Misaki set her fork down and was about to speak again but Takumi cut her off.

"Pardon me," Takumi said. "But is there a particular reason why you dislike me?" Takumi had kept his voice calm but only Misaki knew that his voice was calm when he was upset.

Sakuya had slammed down his goblet so hard that the wine practically spilled all over Misaki's dress but she paid no mind to it. "Why, you ask?" Sakuya stood now. "Do you know what that grandfather of yours had done to me when we were young? He would treat me and all my friends like his slave. He would laugh down at us. It took me years of hard work to become the King's general and right-hand man. Whereas your grandfather had everything given to him. Do you know how much blood, sweat, and tears I shed, whereas your grandfather had to only sign his name in ink on paper?" Takumi said nothing at first but then finally spoke. "Would it change your opinion of me if I told you I despise him myself?"

Sakuya froze at that. "My father," Takumi continued. "He was separated from me at birth. Several years later when My mother could not withstand the abuse of my stepfather she committed suicide. My brother and I were claimed by our grandfather. However, this all happened because of him, to begin with. So I am yet to forgive him for the horrendous things he has done." Sakuya parted his lips as if to speak but words didn't count. Takumi kept his eyes solely fixed on Misaki who had her bangs covering her eyes. Sakuya left the room and Minako followed suit.

When the door shut behind them, Takumi stood next to Misaki. He pulled her into his arms and held her as she cried. "Sorry," she sobbed.

Takumi hushed her as she held onto him tightly. "My father won't let us be together," she said as her tears began to dry up.

Takumi placed his hands on her shoulders and reluctantly pushed her off of him. Her eyes met his as he held her face in his hands. "I don't care what it takes. But I'm willing to give up everything for you."

Misaki stared at his lips and Takumi didn't hesitate to press them against her own.

For a moment they stood in a passionate embrace without a care in the world.

They were unaware of a couple looking at them with softness in their eyes from afar distant.

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