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Two weeks. It's been two weeks without speaking to Takumi and Misaki wasn't sure what to feel.
Misaki sighed. She seemed to be doing a lot of that recently. Without having Takumi around was extremely difficult for her so she spent every second of every day doing homework and when she wasn't doing that, she was babysitting Raiden.
Prom was coming up soon and Misaki was swamped with homecoming committee plans. She didn't mind though, since it kept her mind off of being apart from Takumi.
Misaki stared at the papers in front of her, not because she didn't get it but because she finished all the work and didn't know what to do next. Breaking her out of her reverie, her phone rang and she jolted in her seat.
"Misaki," Sakura chimed happily into the phone. "Prom is in two days. Do you have a dress yet?"
Misaki scoffed slightly. "I think I'm babysitting that night, Sakura. I'm just planning prom not actually attending it."
"You can't plan prom and not see all the work you did pay off! Come on, it's senior year, your last year of high school! I know things back home are hard with Takumi but maybe you should just let yourself be young and a teenager instead of married and an adult. Please Misaki! Please please please," Sakura pleaded repeatedly until Misaki finally gave in.
"Fine! I'll go."
"Perfect! Because I need to find my dress still and you're coming with me to find yours also. You're at your dads right? Of course you are, you're fighting with Takumi. Well I'll pick you up in an hour, see you soon!" Before Misaki could reply, Sakura hung up.
Misaki shook her head and smiled softly. That girl could always put a smile on her face.
But maybe Sakura was right. She doesn't even remember what it was like to be a normal teenager. Life seemed to be passing her by, with her marriage and babysitting, she felt nothing like a teenager in high school. She hasn't danced and let loose and drank in so long, and maybe she deserved it.
With that mindset in mind, Misaki got up and marched over to her closet to get ready. She wasn't gonna let herself sit around and mope. She was going to let herself have some fun!
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The bright lights flashed on her face and she felt her body shake with every vibration emitted by the loud, giant speakers playing music on the stage.
Misaki smiled and let out a cheer as the song came to an end and she stopped dancing. Breathing hard and her face flushed, she had the biggest grin on her face as she teetered back to the couch with Sakura at her side.
"This is so fun!" Misaki yelled to Sakura over the blaring music and conversing teenagers.
"I know! I'm so glad that after parties exist! And I'm so glad that you drank with me! And I'm so glad that you exist!" Sakura slurred to Misaki, causing her to laugh hysterically.
They were at the prom after party, where they danced and partied with their fellow classmates once again, just able to drink this time. Misaki was intoxicated, to say the least. It was time she acted like a teenager and stopped stressing so much!
Suddenly, Misaki felt pressure on her shoulder and turning to look, she sees Sakura passed out on her. "Oh man," She mutters, knowing she'll have to find Kuuga to go take care of her.
Standing up the best way she could in her drunken state, she tumbled her way upstairs to the bedrooms where Sakura could sleep.
"Misaki!" Kuuga came running towards her in a hurry. "What happened? Is she okay?"
Misaki snorted. "She's great! Just asleep. But thank god you're here, I was looking for you! I need you to watch her sleep. Well, maybe not literally watch her sleep because that would be creepy, like ghost kind of creepy. But you do have to watch her, but she will be asleep. Did I tell you that already? Well yeah, take care of her okay? She's sleeping." Misaki blabbered, her finger pointing upwards as if telling a wise tale.
Kuuga took Sakura in his arms before looking at Misaki with his eyebrow raised. "Are you drunk?"
"Pff, heck yeah I am!" She exclaimed, smiling widely and eyes droopy.
"Okay, I think you should come with me, I need to watch you too."
"Nope! I'm fine! Easy peezy lemon squishy! Wait, is that how the saying goes? Oh well. But anyways I'm fine! Take care of Sakura okay? I'll see you later!" Misaki waved and skipped away happily before Kuuga could try and grab her but unfortunately he had his hands full with Sakura.
He brought Sakura to an empty bedroom and tucked her in gently, before locking the door and sitting on a chair next to the bed.
"This does not look too good. Sorry Misaki, your nights gonna end earlier than you thought," Kuuga thought to himself before pulling out his phone and pressing the call button.
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Misaki cheered as she danced with people she couldn't identify while she took another shot. Her vision was extremely blurry and her head was pounding but she had never felt more alive.
"I need another shot!" She shouted to no one in particular. She walked out of the dance floor and towards the drink area, pouring herself another shot. She wasn't sure how many she had taken, but she didn't care. All she knew was that she felt way too great to stop.
Walking back to the dance floor, Misaki ran her left hand sloppily through her tangled, curly hair causing her wedding ring to slip off and drop to the floor.
"Oh no!" Misaki groaned, putting a hand to her forehead exasperatedly.
Just as she was about to plop down onto the floor to look for her ring, someone grabbed it and held it to her.
"Why, thank you fine sir!" She exclaimed, putting her ring back on.
"I think you're done for tonight," a deep voice stated while taking the shot away from her grasp. "God, you're wasted."
"Hey!" Misaki pouted before looking up at the man. Her eyes widened in recognition and her jaw dropped. "Wait a minute, you're my husband!"
Takumi stood there coolly assessing her. He could tell that she was drunk out of her mind and he couldn't help the anger and over-protectiveness surge over him. What if something had happened to her? What if Kuuga hadn't called?
"Yes, and you're my wife. I'm taking you home now," Takumi reached for her before Misaki wrapped her arms around his waist and giving him a tight hug.
"I've missed you," she said softly before suddenly pushing him away. "But wait, I'm mad at you!" She pouted and crossed her arms and walked away from him.
Takumi gaped in utter confusion and ran to catch up with her. "I know you are, but you've had way too much to drink tonight and I need to take you home."
"No!" Misaki stomped her foot and pouted up at Takumi.
Takumi couldn't help but grin at that. Even though her face was immensely red, her body swaying back and forth, and her hair a big curly mess; she looked absolutely adorable and stunning to him. Her prom dress was now crinkled and stained with alcohol, and Takumi's nose wrinkled when he saw that her dress had ridden up and her butt was nearly out for everyone to see.
"I'll tell you what. If you let me take you home, I'll buy you chocolate." Takumi offered and Misaki perked up.
"You promise?"
Takumi smiled. "I promise."
Misaki grinned and threw her hands up in the air. "Then go ahead and take me home, hubby!" She exclaimed.
Takumi quickly kissed her on the cheek, unable to resist her charms, before letting her climb on his back piggyback style.
"Back home we go," Misaki sang, her head resting on the crook of his neck. Soon, her eyelids felt extremely heavy and there was no stopping it. Feeling sleep overcome her, she kissed his shoulder before snuggling her head against him. "Goodnight."
Carefully putting an asleep Misaki in the passenger seat and driving her home, Takumi felt his heart beat fast. Even though she was drunk, she still showed him affection and called him her husband. That's gotta mean something right? Plus, she was still wearing the ring and he was finally able to take her back home.
Gently unbuckling her seatbelt and gathering her in his arms princess style, he walked slowly in hopes of not waking her up. Bringing her to their bed, he laid her softly on the bed before taking a second to just look at his wife after not being able to look at her for weeks. He truly missed her.
Bringing out one of his tshirts, Takumi unzipped her dress so he could dress her comfortably. Misaki stirred slightly and groaned. "Stop taking advantage of me," she muttered with her eyes still shut.
Takumi smiled and continued to dress her. "Shh, baby, I'm just taking care of you."
He then went to grab makeup remover wipes and gently wiped the makeup off of her face. When he finished, he kissed her forehead and tucked her in. By then, Misaki was snoring slightly, completely gone from the world.
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Feeling the warmth of the sun on her face, Misaki awoke suddenly. She felt the smooth, familiar covers and scent surrounding her and for a second she had to pinch herself to make sure this wasn't a dream.
"I must be kidding myself," Misaki murmured, bringing a hand to clutch her pounding forehead. "How much did I have to drink?"
Staring at the ceiling, Misaki tried to gather her thoughts. How did she end up back home? What happened last night? Where is Takumi?
"Well good morning, sunshine," Takumi drawled. Misaki's eyes shot towards the doorway where Takumi was standing.
She forced herself to sit up, wincing slightly at the sudden movement. Everything was spinning and her head felt like it was going to explode. "Hi," Misaki croaked weakly.
Takumi walked towards her and handed her Advil and a glass of water. "Here," he offered.
Misaki shyly took them. "Thanks."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, with Takumi staring out the window and Misaki at the ceiling.
Takumi suddenly got up. "There's breakfast waiting for you downstairs. Whenever you're ready, I'll meet you down there."
"You're not going to work?" Misaki perked up. Takumi always worked on Saturdays.
Takumi folded his arms and gave her a bittersweet smile. "I called in sick because I'm going to need to keep an eye on my wife who got crazy drunk last night."
Misaki squinted her eyes slightly, trying to find some malice in his voice if any, but gave up and just nodded. Thinking made her head hurt more and she just wanted to rest her head for the next few years of her life.
Takumi turned and left, no doubt to go downstairs. Misaki sighed and laid back. She knew they'd have to talk, she just didn't know what to say yet despite having a whole two weeks to think.
Getting out of bed and cleaning herself up, Misaki then went downstairs to find Takumi in the living room watching TV and sipping coffee. Misaki's plate was waiting for her at the table and she slowly sat down and took her plate.
Her head wasn't hurting so much anymore, instead her heart was beating so fast and her body felt extremely sluggish.
After she finished eating, she sat at the end of the couch with Takumi at the other end. After a half an hour of watching TV, Takumi shut off the TV without any warning and turned to look at Misaki with burning eyes.
"So, let's get straight to the point because these past two weeks have been killing me and I just need to know now. Are we still married or not?" Takumi spoke and Misaki was taken aback by his bluntness.
"Excuse me?" She asked, trying to gain her voice and confidence back.
"Misaki, you know what I'm talking about. You had two whole agonizing weeks to think about our marriage. Are we still married?" He asked and Misaki remained silent, gaping at him. She didn't know what to say, the words just wouldn't form.
"Okay then, I'll use this silence to speak about what I think and feel. Oddly enough, you weren't the only one taking these past few weeks to think. I thought about it all too, about our marriage and if we'd be better off without each other. But the second I attempted to think about my life without you, I felt like throwing up. We got married for a reason. We go through struggles, maybe more than the average couple but there's a reason why God chose us to have this extra baggage. It's because we have the strength to deal with and conquer it.
I know I haven't been the best husband, and I regret it more than anything. But I see now how pointless this life would be without you. I spoke with grandfather and we worked out set schedules for me. I work Mondays and Wednesdays through Friday and my schedule is now bendy and I can come and go often as long as I have my secretary back me up. I specifically planned my hours around the time that you have school so when you get home, I'll be home just about an hour later. I know this doesn't fix everything, but it's a step forward. I just don't want to lose you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
Ending his speech, Misaki didn't waste any time lunging at him. Bringing him into a passionate kiss that was supposed to be no longer than 10 seconds, stretched into more. Takumi grabbed the back of her head and wrapped an arm around the waist, giving her no place to escape.
Misaki tugged at his hair as Takumi made the kiss even deeper. Misaki pulled away suddenly, keeping her face an inch away from his. "I love you and I can't be away from you," she stated breathlessly before pulling him into a kiss again.
Takumi pulled away hesitantly but looked at her with his eyes glowing. "You're not leaving me?"
Misaki smiled shyly, her plump red lips driving him crazy. "Not even in your dreams, you pervert."
Takumi let out a hearty laugh before carrying Misaki and bringing her upstairs to their bedroom, never breaking the kiss.
Finally after a long time, the two lovers become one again.