Alrighty...time to address an issue from last chapter.
So, as you probably know, I wrote about Misaki on her period. It was supposed to be a simple, cute takumisa chapter, but I got reactions (one reaction in particular, actually, that is making me write this A/N) that were a bit...uncalled for.
"You fucking sexist pig i bet you never have dealed with periods how dare you say their not bad. Just die."
There it is. The review that has been bothering me. Of course, it was written by a guest, because people actually not being cowards and leaving these reviews with their FFN account? Pfft, that's unheard of.
First off, I am an adolescent female. I have dealt with them, and all their many inconveniences, so please don't speak for me.
Second, you should never tell anyone to kill themselves. EVER. Especially not over a small matter such as a fanfic. Like, if they hurt your family, alright, you have the right to be pissed and say some hurtful things, but not because I said periods aren't the worst things that could happen. Because, and I'll wait for the triggered people to review, they're not. They're really not.
I've said this to ArrowBee and I'll say it again, I'm sure if you had a super hot and loving boyfriend that took care of you when you were on your period, you probably wouldn't think they were too horrible, either. Just give that some thought.
On that same note, I'd like to acknowledge all the positive reviews, as well, which GREATLY outweighed the negative ones, so thank you to: Padfoot Starfyre, Kitsune PI, tatzecom, Candy2045, ArrowBee, Takumisa17, Tsuray, Amber83, violet167, LisaXShun, Knight Lynx, Minniemiss123, and a kind guest that watches Yuri on Ice. :))
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Misaki woke up the next morning to her phone ringing. She reached out onto the nightstand to answer it, only to realise that she was in Takumi's bed, and that the nightstand was on his side. She turned red as she recalled last night's occurrences…
It was around eleven at night, as the raven haired girl tossed and turned in her soft bed, unable to sleep. Her stomach was killing her, frequent jabbing-like cramps making it impossible to get any rest. Frustrated, she kicked off the sheets from her body, deciding that if she focused on something else, she could wear herself out enough to the point where she automatically fell asleep.
So, Misaki decided that she'd warm up a glass of milk, and go for a short walk behind their villa. That'd definitely do the trick.
Misaki quietly escaped from her room, scurrying downstairs and into the unnecessarily large kitchen. She grabbed a jug of milk from the refrigerator, filling her favorite red mug until it was about two-thirds the way full, before warming it in the microwave for a few moments.
Taking a sip of the milk, she was ready to head outside for a walk to clear her mind, when she saw a shadow a distance away from the kitchen.
"T-Takumi?" she cautiously called, wondering if maybe he couldn't sleep and was up as well. She began to panic when she recieved no response, and the shadow began to grow bigger.
Now officially signing out of her life, the glass slipped from Misaki's shaky hands as she dashed upstairs to her bedroom, shattering loudly on the marble floor, small glass and clay pieces flying everywhere. Then, realizing that the figure could easily corner her in the room and she was just making kidnapping her a whole lot easier for him, she instinctively made her way to Takumi's door, only to bump into him halfway down the hallway.
She let out a shrill shriek, thinking it was the shadowy figure, repeatedly saying "D-Don't hurt me! Leave me alone!"
Takumi immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into a hug, and only by his gentle touch and familiar scent did Misaki realize it was her boyfriend and not some kidnapper.
"Are you okay? I heard glass breaking earlier. Did you drop something? Are you injured at all—"
He was caught off guard by Misaki suddenly throwing her arms around his neck, clinging onto him like her life depended on it.
"Misaki? What's wrong?" he asked. She sniffled.
"T-There's a kidnapper downstairs...I think…" she whispered. Takumi, instantly assuming the worst and being on alert, gripped her tighter.
"What? Did you see them? Are they out to get you?" he asked. "Why would they break into our house for a person?"
Misaki shook her head. "N-No, well, I-I saw a shadow...I-It was moving towards me in the k-kitchen," she explained, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down.
Takumi blinked a few times, before a small smile appeared on his face. he should've known it was her silly, yet in his opinion adorable, fears. No longer worried about any robber or kidnapper, he took her hand in his and lead her downstairs.
Arriving at the kitchen, he saw a moving shadow. Misaki yelped and grabbed his upper arm firmly, trying to prevent him from getting closer. Takumi gently shook it off, walking to the corner of the room and flipping on the lightswitch. Both of them flinched at the sudden brightness, eyes squinted.
"See?" he said, knowingly. "There's nobody here."
"B-But what about—"
Takumi wandered back to her, patting her head caringly. "I believe you were looking at the curtains, silly girl," he chuckled. Misaki glanced at them, noticing that the window was open a bit, allowing the breeze to blow the thin curtains around. She blushed at her extreme overreaction.
"Sorry...guess I woke you up for nothing, huh?" she asked sheepishly, her eyes glued onto the floor. That's when she noticed the previously shattered glass. "And created a mess…" she sighed.
Takumi followed her line of vision, noticing that she was talking about the broken mug. He clicked his tongue, before going to grab a broom and dustpan to clean the glass up. Upon seeing her guilty expression, he assured her, "Really, it's fine. You did nothing wrong, Misaki. You were simply scared."
After the glass got cleaned, Misaki still couldn't go to sleep, and after shyly admitting it to Takumi, he brought her to his room. Of course, cuddling with Takumi made her grow sleepy quickly, and she found herself snoozing before she even knew it.
Misaki shook her head to snap herself out of her thoughts. Right now, she had a mission—answer the phone. She diligently slipped off the bed, tiptoeing around and nearer to Takumi, before taking the phone in her grasp and rushing outside to answer it. She didn't know why she felt the need to be so quiet and secretive, but she did anyway just for good measure.
Sliding the green phone icon to the right, Misaki pressed the iPhone against her ear.
Meanwhile, Takumi reached out, arms ready to grab Misaki and bring her closer to him, when he felt nothing but air. Wondering if he fell on the floor by accident while sleeping, he popped one eye open to find that he was still on his white mattress...just that Misaki was missing.
Groaning in displeasure, he sat up and stretched his arms. He really wanted to sleep in with Misaki, but he didn't want to leave her alone longer than necessary. Knowing her, she might actually keep her burning down the kitchen promise, as well.
"Ah…Director Hirayama? Yes, hello, sir," she greeted from outside the door, clear enough for Takumi to still hear. This certainly caught Takumi's attention, a small smirk creeping up onto his face as he mentally planned out a fun game for himself.
Creeping up behind her, Takumi lazily traced his index finger along Misaki's jawline, and in reply, she spun around, hand over the microphone section of her phone as she hissed to him, "Takumi, cut it out!"
He simply gave her a wolf-like grin, and something about the mischievous glint in his eye told her he wasn't about to stop anytime soon. She shot him a look. Two could play at game.
"Ah, Misaki! Glad you're awake," he said from the other line. Misaki nervously grinned, aware that he couldn't see her, trying her best to ignore the fact that Takumi was gently grazing her earlobe with his teeth, nibbling on it every few times.
"Y-Yeah," she stammered. "Why would I be?" she laughed. Misaki could only pray that he didn't want to create small talk for much longer, because she wasn't sure if she could keep herself composed.
"Oh, it's usually a little early for lovers to be up at a time like this," he commented. Misaki gritted her teeth as Takumi began to trail kisses along her upper jaw, then down her neck.
"A-Ahaha, is that so?!" Misaki inquired a little too enthusiastically, her voice hitching almost an octave higher towards the end.
A chuckle could be heard through the phone. "Yes, I'm sure you're aware of the reasons. Now, how about I inform you of what I called for and—oh dear, are you alright? Your breathing sounds rather labored," he asked worriedly.
Misaki turned red—well, redder than she already was, at least. "I'm perfectly FINE!" she restrained herself from fully yelling at him in frustration. Once this call was over, Takumi was going to get the beating of his life…
"Are you sure? Do you have a cold? Oh, I might've forgotten to stash some medicine in the villa. I can have my assistant send some over if you don't have—"
"N-No sir, that won't be an issue. There's medicine, and besides, I'm fine," she insisted, feeling a gentle breeze in her ear. She let out a squeak of surprise, which didn't go unnoticed by either of the males. Takumi smirked, while Director Hirayama grew more concerned.
"If you say so…" he mumbled. "Well, I was simply calling to say that you're leaving the mountains tomorrow! Yep, your two months are up," he said, wondering what Misaki's reaction would be.
Instantly, her face dropped, the angry look now gone and replaced with a crestfallen one. Almost as if she was having a flashback, memories from the past couple months came flying back at her, making the news even more hard for her.
"No, it's my dare, I want to do it," she blurted out. She was honestly shocked at her own words. She saw Takumi's cheeks faintly tinged with pink. She thought that he actually looked pretty cute like that...
She leaned over to him, her breaths short and heavy. "Misaki, if you don't want to-" he tries to say, but I cut him off.
"Shut up, I'm trying to do this for you…"
Misaki frowned, feeling years sting at her eyes, recalling each memory one after another.
"U-Um... Could you- I mean... Can y-you uh, hug me..." she stammered. He turned around, and she could see that his eyes were wide. Eventually, he recovers from the shock.
"Of course, Misaki," he chuckled.
She almost wanted to cry, but decided she'd settle for that later when she was alone. There was no need to embarrass herself more than needed.
Takumi took notice of her sullen expression, and stopped his actions, backing away and standing in front of her sternly now. What could Director Hirayama have said that made her look so sad?
Misaki forced a fake smile onto her face. She choked out a half-hearted laugh. "Ahaha, really? Time sure flies, doesn't it…" she trailed off towards the end. "I'll be sure to tell Takumi...yes… bye."
She tapped the red button to hang up the phone, giving Takumi a glance and seeing that he was staring directly at her.
"What do you need to be sure to tell me?" he inquired curiously, yet hesitantly, as it appeared that the topic made her upset.
Misaki forced another laugh, though Takumi saw right through it. "Oh, that…? T-Today is our last day here, no biggie…" she tried to play it off cool, but the look on her face gave it all away.
Takumi pulled her into a hug, smoothing her raven hair down comfortingly with his hand. "It's okay to admit that you're sad at times, you know," he told her. Not able to keep herself composed any longer, her bottom lip quivered, confessions slipping from her mouth.
"You're right. I'm really disappointed I guess—I-I just kind of thought that we'd be here together forever and forgot that there was a reality to return to…" she said. "I just don't know what I'd do anymore not living with you and all, I've just grown so accustomed to all this, and I'm afraid that once we part then you'll find someone better since you're not stuck with only just me anymore, and—"
"Shh...Misaki, I'll never leave you. We'll be shooting an entire movie together, we have each other's phone numbers, and if I'm really that incredibly irresistible then you can just move into my house," he says calmly, a playful tone in his voice towards the end. Misaki turned red.
"I-Irresistible?! Don't kid yourself, Takumi," she scoffed. "And I have a roommate, for your information. I'm not just going to ditch Sakura like that out of nowhere."
Takumi smirked at her predictable reaction. "But, what if by some chance, Sakura moves in with Kuuga? What then?"
Misaki rolled her eyes. "She would leave me and do tha—" she quickly shut her mouth, glaring at Takumi who had a triumphant look on his face. She would do that. "Well, it's not like that kind of situation will occur," she corrected herself.
"There's something called marriage," he reminded her. "Most married couples end up living together. Even many fiancées."
Sighing in defeat, Misaki leaned her head against his chest. "I don't know anymore...all I know is that I'm going to miss this villa and all the memories we made here," she told him, glancing around the hall they were in. He chuckled.
"Well, we'll have to make some more memories in our last day here," he spoke. Misaki looked at him.
"Is this going to be another one of your perverted suggestions?" she asked, really hoping he was being serious for once.
Takumi raised an eyebrow. "Well, no, not initially, but do you want it to be?" he inquired teasingly. She blushed.
"N-No way!" she exclaimed defensively, pulling out of the hug and crossing her arms over her chest. He smiled.
"I was simply going to suggest that we go out somewhere fun today and enjoy ourselves," he said. "How about it?"
Misaki glanced at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. She offered a small smile back.
"Sounds like a plan."
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First update of 2017! Happy New Year!