"Inferior"
Disclaimer: I do not own KWMS. All honor and glory to Hiro Fujiwara-san!
This story is again made with the help of a translator, I apologize for this. In fact, I started writing only a couple of months ago and only on this anime, but there are already a lot of stories, but it's very scary to post them. And this story is also very inconvenient for me to show, because it is very specific, so I immediately warn you that you may not like it, so treat it with understanding.
Also in the text there may be hidden hints, answers, to what will happen next, perhaps because of the translation it will all be lost. In my native language, this text is written almost like a book, with many synonyms, epithets, everything that is usually in art books, it's a pity that all this will be lost, but I hope that the text will not get worse from this. Some words will definitely be unfamiliar to you, and if you want to, in the following chapters I will explain their definition and meaning in the text.
The title of the story unfortunately can not be accurately translated into English, and this is very sad, but I hope you dear readers as you study the story will understand how the name is connected with the plot of this story.
And please leave comments, each of you is very important to me!
-Oh, damn you, Takumi
-She's going to take me now…
The dazzling white light from the crystal chandeliers cascading directly under what seemed to be a three-level ceiling fell on Mrs. Usui's glass, visually transforming its contents into a translucent sparkling drink. The whole place, and even the champagne in her glass, literally screamed about how rich their owner was. Misa felt out of place, this environment, these people, all this was clearly not suitable for her, even though her husband's high income and the same status, she did not relate to them and did not support the conversation. Turning the stem of her glass slightly in her fingers, and all the while adjusting her narrowed, carmine-colored evening dress, the young lady looked around, hoping to find her lost husband among the endlessly perfumed and dressed visitors. After finishing the sour liquid left at the bottom of the glass, with a dubious taste of strawberries, the brunette gave it to flute, a passing waiter who was just collecting empty dishes. Waving her silky, amber-black hair, Misaki began to search for her missing husband at a moderate pace, while Igarashi Tora, the organizer of this banquet, came out of his room, capturing the attention of the guests and beginning the opening speech. Passing by Tora's office, Takumi jumped out at the girl from around the corner, a little scared and flighty.
- Takumi, I've been looking for you, come on, this rich upstart has already started talking before he could answer, the guy just obediently followed his wife down the stairs, he barely corner of my eye noticed that his missus staggers a little. Usui's eyes narrowed a little and darkened with apprehension, taking his wife's arm and trying to shift her weight so that she would not collapse where she was standing, he helped her to climb the stairs and move to the far wall, placing himself directly behind the crowd, where they would hardly be noticed. Leaning against the limestone pillar next to the balcony, he gripped her tighter, feeling her go limp and bend in his arms like a rag doll.
- Takumi… I don't feel well… Can I sit down somewhere, just for a little while, just to catch my breath ... It seems a little stale air here, nothing I'll sit here by the window and soon come back to normal... - The girl stoically hid her poor state of health, which was getting worse with every second, becoming more and more strange. Mrs. Usui pressed her fingers to her temples and rubbed them, trying to regain the clarity of her vision. But still, in front of my eyes, after a couple of moments, the newly assembled picture of the room blurred again. The boy carefully placed his wife on the windowsill, which was decorated with soft pillows made of satin stuffed with swan's down, and sat down next to her.
After a couple of minutes, Takumi lightly touched the girl's already not so bright burning cheek with the pads of his fingers, trying to understand her condition and cause her some kind of response. But she only winced a little and closed her eyes again, relaxing and leaning on the strong shoulder of the blonde. After calming down and making sure his wife was okay, he put his arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. Completely not listening to the solemn speech of President Igarashi, which seemed to be important for the guests who came to the charity banquet, Takumi only scanned the surroundings of the hall, looking for the necessary frosted doors in a short time. The body under the guy's hand shuddered slightly and straightened up, directing its somehow sparkling gaze at his spouse, Misaki seemed to shake: his heart began to beat like a bird in a cage, as if it was about to break through his chest, his palms were sweating, and his throat was very dry. A strange sensation began to swirl in the pit of my stomach… Bringing her legs together and fidgeting a little, the brunette panicked "Not now… Why does it have to happen at this very moment!?" Watching the confusion and horror growing in his wife's eyes, the blond man grinned faintly.
- Honey, is something wrong? Are you feeling sick again? - Usui asked with genuine interest and a calmness that Misa didn't notice at the moment. Slightly tugging and smoothing the folds on the dress, trying to cover up the growing problem, the girl looked at her partner with a pleading look in her eyes, hoping for his understanding and at least some help.