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I Miss Them.

He sat all alone in the bedroom that evening. An old but familiar book was in his hand. Flipping through pages he felt his heart turn heavy with every passing second. He reminded himself to put the book away, to destroy it even. But he couldn't.

Before the passing of his grandfather, the latter gave him a book which was the collection of letters his mother had written for him before he was born. It contained some pictures of her as well including one with his father which was inconspicuously taken during a social event.

He trailed his fingers over their faces, reading the features they had given him. Soft golden locks and captivating emerald eyes he'd inherited from his mother, while his father passed on his face shape and Japanese charm. But it was more than just looks. As he read those letters for what seemed like the 101th time, he was reminded that he'd inherited his father's silence and his mother's stubbornness. He'd accepted the life he was born to deal with after his mother's death yet set rules and boundaries for himself and dared not to break them.

However it wasn't this realisation that made him feel down and heavy every time he opened the book. It was the longing and desire of what could've been had they been alive and with him. At times he wished his mother fled the country with his father and lived as a small but happy family. Sometimes he wished his grandfather would've forgiven his father.

Deep in his mind he knew that it wasn't possible. His father and mother both made a mistake and faced the consequences. He was their mistake, therefore he faced the consequences as well.

A single teardrop raced down his cheek as he reached the last page.

"Takumi! I'm home!" Cried out a voice from the living room.

He didn't notice the door open which was very unusual of him.

"Takumi?" The voice cried out again, but it was softer.

Misaki entered the room and was in shock to see Takumi in that state.

She knelt next to him. "Honey, what's the matter?"

He looked up at her, trying to give her his best fake smile. Her eyes of concern burnt it as he knew that she was the only person who could see right through him. The only person he invited in.

She noticed the book in his hand and understood. She got up and reached out an arm. He took it and got up as well. She led him to their bed and gestures him to lay down before laying down next to him herself. Misaki caressed his head, gently combing through his hair.

Takumi rested his head on her chest and within a few moments, she could hear his suppressed sniffles.

"I miss them, I miss them soo much" he said, barely whispering.

Misaki was the only one he'd let see him like this.

"I'm sorry Misa, every time I try-" he said.

"Shh" she softly silenced him, "I know how you feel. I wish we could change the past, but it wouldn't have led us here. When Dad left, I stopped believing in happiness. I thought it was just a fantasy for children to persevere. But then I met you. If either of us hadn't gone to Seika because of our pasts, I wonder how we would've met. You would've married a beautiful heiress, while I-"

Misaki was silenced by Takumi's lips. She gave in and pulled him closer. His lips tasted slightly salty from the tears that made their way there.

"Don't you dare continue" he said pulling back for a moment before deepening the kiss.

However, they pulled back shortly. Takumi wanted to reassure her that he'd rather be alone than without her.

"If I hadn't moved her and lived with the Usui's, I wouldn't've met my wife. That's enough to convince me that things are the way they're supposed to" he said wiping away his tears, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Misski." He squeezed her palm that he'd been holding, "I just wish they could've seen how I turned out, and met you, and eventually their grandchildren"

"I wish I could've introduced you to Dad, Takumi. He would've seen what a true man and husband is like." She said, kissing his forehead.

She sat up, "How do you feel now?"

"Much better, thanks honey" he got up and hugged his wife.

She smiled at him.

"Come on, I'm making onigiri" she went into their kitchen.

Misaki wasn't totally bad at cooking as Takumi taught her over the years. He was still the one who did most of the cooking at home, but she'd always help and even prepare a meal occasionally.

"I'll only eat them if they're like the ones you made back in school" he followed her.

"Idiot" she muttered under her breath, grinning as she got on with dinner.


So there it is! My first try at writing Maid Sama! Fanfics.

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