Hey! Thank you to everyone for your encouraging reviews, they make me really happy when I read them!
Anyway, I'm making a new story called Law's Affair, and the first chapter will be out very soon, so I'd love it if you guys gave that a read!
Also, for anyone who enjoyed Secrets of a Slave, don't worry I am NOT abandoning that story! I have a few ideas for it, but I haven't gotten to it yet.
Without further ado, Chapter 14 ladies and gents.
"We're finally home..." I sigh, exasperated. "Takumi...?" I ask. When I turn to face him, I notice he was sweating a ton and he looked like he was about to pass out any second now.
"You look beautiful today... Misaki..." he murmurs, before collapsing. I gasp in surprise and catch him before he hits the ground, but due to his much larger and heavier figure than mine, he ends up just landing on top of me.
"Takumi!" I exclaim, starting to panic. I gently push his body off mine, and run to grab some things.
I return to him with a basin of cold water and some medicine. I soaked a cloth in the water and wrung it out, before folding it neatly and letting it rest on Takumi's forehead. His eyes remained closed, and I was now freaking out. What if he never opened his eyes again?!
"I-I'm sorry... It-It's all my fault you're like this!" I choke out. I feel my eyes grow wet, and quickly look up at the ceiling and blink a few times to try and get rid of the unshed tears. The last thing I needed was for him to worry about me.
Unfortunately, I felt a familiar liquid stream down my cheeks despite my attempts. I felt so useless right now. An unconscious Takumi was in front of me, and I had no idea what to do about it!
"Misaki..." I hear him mutter. I stare at him, wide-eyed. "Don't cry... I'm fine..." he says with a weak smile, as he brings one of his thumbs up to my cheek and wipes my tears away.
"M-Medicine," I tell him, picking up the small bottle. I twist open the cap and pour two pills out. I grab a cup of cold water as well. "S-Sit up," I instruct weakly, my voice still unsteady from the crying. He complies and sits so he can take the medicine. I pass him the pills, and he throws them into his mouth.
"Drink..." I mumble, bringing the glass of water up to his lips with my shaky hands. He looks a bit surprised, but parts his lips slightly nonetheless. I tip the glass to allow him to drink some of the cool liquid.
"I have enough strength to walk to my room," he tells me, standing up. I immediately jump up and sling one of his arms around my shoulder. I didn't want him collapsing on me again.
I guide him up the staircase slowly, praying he could make it to his bedroom. Once we reach the top of the stairs, I sigh in relief. I lead him to his room, and once we successfully get inside, I let him lie down on his bed.
"You idiot..." I mumble. "Stay here," I say, running downstairs to receive the basin, medicine, and a thermometer. I rub at my tear-stained cheeks with my sleeve before going back upstairs with the supplies in hand. I turn on the thermometer and hand it to him.
"Here," I offer, holding out the thermometer. He takes it and puts it in his mouth. I sigh, throwing the soaked cloth back into the basin and wringing it out once again. I hear the 'beep' sound of the thermometer, and so I go to check what it is. Unfortunately, it was still around 101 degrees (Fahrenheit), so I decided against going to bed, although my body was begging for sleep.
"Are you feeling okay?" I ask, laying the damp cloth on his forehead.
"For the most part, yes," he replies, his voice still sounding a bit off. "But don't worry, I'll get better in no time. After all, I'm an alien, aren't I?" he laughs weakly.
"Still joking even in this condition... you really are an alien," I scoff, a faint smile on my face. I suddenly let out a loud yawn, which causes Takumi to look at me. He frowns.
"Misaki, you should go to bed," he says. I shake my head.
"You're sick," I argue. "I'm not going to leave you while you're like this..."
"Fine, don't leave then. Sleep right by me," he smirks, rolling over to one side of the bed in order to make room for me. I blush profusely.
"No way!" I exclaim, placing my hand over my face to try and hide the blush.
"Don't be embarrassed, it's not like we haven't slept together in the past," he teases.
"Shut up! How can you be so annoying when you're sick?!" I fume. I sigh, and lean over him. I try to place one of my hands on his forehead to check his temperature, which would've worked successfully for anyone else, but since I'm clumsy I slipped and fell on top of him.
"Wow Misaki, how bold," he says plainly. I glare at him.
"I fell," I reply sharply, lifting one of my hands up to his forehead. His temperature definitely decreased, but it was still there. I try to push myself up off of him, but he grabs my wrist and drags me back onto the bed. He shifts me so I'm laying beside him, and he has one of his arms around my waist.
"Sleep," he commands gently, threading his fingers through my hair soothingly.
"But-"
"Shh..." he whispers, pulling me closer towards him. I melt against his touch, but try and keep my strong façade. I can feel his abnormally hot body temperature against mine, but I choose not to say anything about it. Call me selfish if you will, but I was too comfortable to let anything ruin this moment.
"Goodnight..." I murmur, stifling a yawn. He nuzzles his chin against the top of my head.
"Sleep tight," he says, smoothing my hair down a few times, before his hand goes limp against my head. He must've fallen asleep.
Deciding he was fine for now, I allow myself to relax and go to bed.
I wake up to emptiness. Takumi was no longer beside me, and I find myself sighing in disappointment.
"Ah, you're up," I hear a voice say. I look to my right and see Takumi with a towel wrapped only around his waist. My face instantly heats up as I throw the sheets above my head to get rid of the view.
"P-Put on some cl-clothes!" I stutter, desperately trying to get that image out of my head. His body was pretty nice, I had to admit- STOP IT, MISAKI!
"Alright alright, don't look," he chuckles. "Unless you want to, I wouldn't mind," he adds. I blush even redder, but luckily he can't see it since I'm under the covers. I hear him open a few drawers and close them.
My heart started racing, as strange thoughts ran through my head. The guy I liked was literally naked in the same room as me. And I was just laying here hiding myself from him.
All of a sudden, a loud growling noise filled the silent room. It only took me a few seconds to realize it was my stomach that made the very unattractive sound. Y'know, sometimes I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me whole.
"Someone's hungry," he teases, and I can practically hear the annoying smirk in his voice.
"S-Shut up! I skipped dinner last night," I say in my defense, throwing the blankets off my face. Fortunately, he was fully clothed and stared at me with a dead-serious look on his face.
"You didn't eat last night?" he repeats. Ah, shit.
"Uhhhh... Maybe?" I reply with a sheepish smile. He runs his fingers through his messy blonde hair with a sigh. "You were sick... I didn't want to leave you," I timidly admit. Just to make sure he was fine, I placed my palm against his forehead. I sigh in relief when I notice it's back to its normal temperature. He smiles a bit at that.
"You're too considerate," he says. "Let's go downstairs. I'll make you something," he offers. I nod.
"Sounds good to me," I agree, following him downstairs.
"Hey, Takumi, want to go for a walk?" I ask. We already ate breakfast, and I was pretty bored. He spins around in his chair to face me.
"Sure," he replies. "I'll get ready and meet you downstairs," he tells me.
"Okay," I respond, closing his door and heading back to my room. I throw on a dark red sweatshirt with some black skinny jeans. I put on my typical white converse and make my way downstairs. Surprisingly, Takumi is already there waiting for me.
"How'd you get ready so fast?" I question. He shrugs.
"Alien powers?" he offers. I laugh. He chuckles as well.
"Wanna go into town? It's beautiful," I suggest. He nods.
"Sure. I didn't get to enjoy it much last time, but I'm sure you did with that green haired bastard..." he says, his tone getting darker each word he speaks. I frown.
"It would've been a lot better with you there," I say in an attempt to cheer him up, but it only makes him more upset.
"So you did have fun," he says. It wasn't a question- it was a statement.
"No- well, yes," I admit. "But I was thinking about you the entire time!" I blurt out. My hands immediately shoot up to my mouth and cover it before I say anything else stupid and embarrassing. Takumi turns to me and smirks.
"Aww, Misaki was thinking about me?" he teases. Seriously, what the hell was up with this guy?! Was he bipolar or something? He was sad just a second ago and now he's teasing me!
"Actually, forget I said anything," I blush, trying to avert my gaze from his.
"Alright, alright, you said nothing," he laughs. "But really, that boy was very... possessive over you," he says.
"Says the one who wrapped his arms around me and refused to let go," I scoff. "I seriously can't believe you have the nerve to call anyone else 'possessive' after that," I mutter. He grins at the memory.
"That's different. He's a stranger, I'm not," he reasons. I frown.
"Tora is not a stranger, he's my friend!" I say defensively. He raises an eyebrow.
"Is that what he thinks too? Or does he think he's something more?" he proceeds to question me further. I sigh.
"Takumi, he knows I live with you..." I pout.
"And why would that stop him from making moves on you, my naïve Misaki?" he inquires. I open my mouth to speak, but close it again. Damn, he got me. He smirks.
"That's what I thought. Maybe I should mark you to show the whole world you're mine...?" he whispers huskily, leaning over and planting small butterfly kisses down my jawline. My eyes widen and my legs suddenly feel weak.
"Ta-Takumi," I say breathlessly, trying to shove him away from me with shaky arms. Suddenly, he nips at some of the flesh on my neck. My knees give in, and if it weren't for Takumi's strong arm around my waist, I would've fallen.
"So you're sensitive right here?" he muses. My face must be the color of a tomato by all the blushing I've done by now.
"N-No," I lie, only to receive another gentle nip on my neck. I whimper in pleasure, grabbing onto the front of his shirt. He chuckles at this.
"You lied to me," he says, giving the same spot he bit on my neck a kiss. He pulls away from me, and unlocks the front door. "I'll punish you for that later- but for now, we should go on our walk," he smirks. I blush even more.
"I- you- UGH!" I stutter in frustration, grabbing my purse and stomping out the door.
"Misaki, wait up~" he calls in a singy-songy voice. I ignore him and instead pick up my pace. Stupid Takumi, making my heart race like this...
Is this what they call love?