"Sakura, where's my black watch?" I ask. She seems to scan the room a few times, before her eyes light up.
"Found it! It's over there, halfway underneath your pillow," she replies. I smile at the sight of it.
"Thanks," I say, picking up the wrist watch. I was currently packing my things because I'm being forced to live with Takumi. I'm not very excited. Sadly, my career depended on this, so I had to oblige.
"It's okay, Misaki. You only have to be with him for two months," she tells me in an attempt to lift my spirits. She was sensing my upset mood.
"Two months is a long time," I frown, shoving a few more articles of clothing into a large orange travel bag with wheels. Sakura looked sad all of a sudden.
"I'm going to miss you," she says all of a sudden. "I'm rethinking handing you over to Takumi so easily," she walks over to me, and hugs me tightly. My expression softens a bit as I hug my best friend back.
"Me too," I agree, getting a bit emotional. "Call me lots, okay?" I ask.
"Everyday," she promises. I pat her head a few times, and eventually she unwraps her arms from me.
"Better finish packing. We're leaving tomorrow," I mumble to myself, making my way to the bathroom. I dig through a small cabinet in the bathroom to grab some supplies I needed. Returning to my room and dumping them into a zipper pocket on my bag, I flop on my bed. I was really going to miss this bed.
"I'm all packed," I inform Sakura, who was standing near me.
"Okay," she responds. "I'll wake you up early tomorrow so we can spend a bit of extra time together," she says. I smile up at the ceiling.
"That sounds perfect," I affirm. I open my mouth and let out a loud yawn. Sakura giggles.
"Goodnight, Misaki," she whispers, walking over to the light switch and flicking the lights off. I close my eyes and let myself sink deeper into my soft mattress.
This was my last night at home...
"Misaki! Misaki!" I hear someone call. Probably Sakura. I get up out of bed, uncomfortable away from the warmth.
"What is it...?" I ask groggily. As expected, Sakura ran into my bedroom.
"We're running late! Crap! I forgot to set my alarm!" she exclaims. Wait... Late? For wha- oh my god I completely forgot, I'm leaving today!
"What if they leave without me?!" I yell, making a mad dash for my wardrobe. Wait, if they leave without me then I'll have an excuse to stay behind, right? Actually, screw it. I'll get kicked off the crew if I do that.
I decided to skip a morning shower today, and instead just threw on a random jumble of clothing items. I tied my hair up into a ponytail so you couldn't see how bad it looked, and I took my suitcase and ran out the door.
"Bye-bye, Misaki! Have a great time!" I hear Satsuki call from the door. I look back to see Sakura and Satsuki standing by the door and waving at me. I give them a wide grin and a wave. I turn back around and see a black car. Was I supposed to go in there? What if that was the wrong car?
Suddenly, the window rolled down and a girl with peach colored hair popped her head out the window.
"Are you gonna get in or what?!" she snaps at me. I blinked a few times in shock at her sudden outburst, before running over to the car. I climb into the backseat, and throw my luggage over the seat and into the trunk.
"Sorry," I apologize with a sheepish smile. She just sighs and rolls her eyes. She pulled her head back into the car and rolled the window back up.
"You're Misaki Ayuzawa?" she asks me. I nod my head, a bit terrified of this lady.
"Yes..." I reply quietly. She studies me in the reflection of the rear-view mirror, narrowing her eyes.
"You're not as great as Daniel described you to be," she comments dryly. I frown.
"Who's Daniel?" I ask, hoping not to sound rude. She scoffs loudly.
"You don't know your own director's name?" she snaps once again. Ah, Daniel Hirayama? Interesting, a Japanese last name but an English first name.
"Sorry, it slipped my mind," I retort, a hint of venom in my tone this time. She was being beyond rude to me, and I didn't like her one bit. I feel the car come to a stop, and the door across from me opens. I look at the person who opened the door, and freeze. There he was, the person I had to live with for the next two months.
"Hey," he greets, closing the door once he was seated beside me. I stare out the window and try to ignore him. "Nice outfit," I hear him chuckle. Oh yeah, I just threw on some random things this morning. I look down to examine the outfit I chose, and it was HIDEOUS!
I had on a red and black plaid short sleeved shirt, and some colorful polka-dotted leggings with Pikachu shorts over it. My socks were grey and black stripes knee-high socks, and my shoes were pink sneakers. The colors and patterns all clashed and nothing matched. All in all, I looked pretty damn bad. Why would Sakura even let me leave the house like this?!
"Thanks," I reply sarcastically. He grins.
"No problem, Misa-chan," he smirks. My face turns red- I can't tell if it's from anger, embarrassment, or a mixture of both.
"Don't call me that!" I yell, throwing a glare at him. He just laughs, which angers me more. When I'm just about to attack him, the driver stops me.
"Please don't get blood inside my car. If you want to kill him, do it outside," she says, dead serious. "We're here anyway, so get out," she barks. I shove open the door, not wanting to be with this scary woman anymore. Takumi also gets out of the car right behind me. He tossed me a key which was on a small and delicate chain that could go around your neck easily. So, I slid it around my neck.
"She gave us these keys," he says. "Let's get our luggage out of the trunk," he suggests. I nod in agreement, making my way to the back of the car. The trunk was unlocked for us, so we threw open the top, and grabbed our stuff. Soon after, Honoka came out of the car. She sighs.
"Okay, follow me. I'll show you where your house is," she instructs. We follow behind, and I try not to talk in order to keep her from getting mad at me. Eventually, after a bit of walking, she stops. I look up at the large building in front of me. Did she call this place a house?! Cause this place was a freaking MANSION.
"Alright, you two have the keys and everything. Supplies are in the house. Stay off the third floor, the first and second are yours. Claim any room you'd like. Try not to kill Takumi, and have fun," she explains, adding that little tidbit at the end for me. I watch her walk away, back in the direction she came from, before turning around and facing the huge 'house'.
"It's a villa," Takumi says, as if he were reading my mind. I glare at him.
"I knew that," I retort, which was obviously a lie, but whatever. I walk up to the door and insert the key that was around my neck into the keyhole. Twisting it left, the door opened with a satisfying 'click'. I turn the doorknob and throw the door open. Inside, there was a beautiful fully-furnished living room. I run inside, pulling my luggage along behind me. I can hear Takumi's footsteps follow behind, and the door close.
Since I wanted to claim the first room, of course, I ran upstairs to the second floor, luggage in hand now. I kicked open every door I passed, searching for the perfect room.
I take a liking to the third one, which had light blue walls and ceiling, white marble flooring, and on the left wall there was a large white bed that looked super comfortable. Beside the bed there was a white table to place stuff on. Other than that, I could decorate the room however I'd like.
I peek my head out the door to steal a glance at Takumi, and I watch him walk into the room right beside mine. Being curious, I sneak over to the room and poke my head inside. Strangely enough, nobody was there. I swear I saw him walk in here... Maybe he really in an alien? I turn my head to the left and scream the loudest I have probably in my entire life.
"OH MY GOD! TAKUMI WHAT THE HELL?!" I shriek, staring directly into his emerald eyes. "You scared me!" I accuse. He pats my head.
"You're too cute," he chuckles, walking into the room for real this time. Shit, that was scary. I was still breathing heavily, and my heart was beating wildly. He thoughts scaring me was 'cute'?! Well then, let's see how he feels when I scare him back but ten times worse! I run back into my room, and unzip the largest pocket on my luggage bag. While I organized everything, there was one thing on my mind.
Mission: Scare Takumi.