Chapter 1: My Own Life

"I give you five seconds, Misaki Ayuzawa!" The male haughtily demanded. He crossed his arm as he waited in front of the large door. "5. 4. 3." He lifted up his foot, "2- "

The door slammed open and she stepped out. Misaki was wearing a formal white blouse, topped with a black and white blazer, a black pencil skirt, and black pumps. She whipped her hair up into a tight and formal bun. "Shut up, Tora." She went back into her room, picking up her bag and documents.

"The Igarashi Incorporation is never late to any meeting," He took her bag and papers, walking with her out the large mansion.

She stopped abruptly, "Tora," She growled, "You wanna check your phone?"

"We don't have time, Misaki," He urged her out the door.

She turned around, crossing her arms. "Tora. Check it."

"You want me to check the time right?" He sighed, muttering under his breath, "Women." He handed Misaki the pile of papers, freeing his left hand. He turned his wrist up, showing him the face of the watch. "11:38." He looked up pointedly, "Our meeting is at 11:45. We don't have time! We're already late!"

Misaki rolled her eyes, "No, Tora. I want you to check your phone."

"Misaki," He warned, a tingle of annoyance in his voice.

"Tora." She demanded, eyeing his pocket.

"Fine!" He shoved his hand into his pocket, taking out his phone. He pushed the button,making the screen flicker on. "10:39," He read impatiently. "So what? We're late!"

"When's the meeting?" She asked evenly.

"What?! Misaki! You know it's at 11:45!" He half shouted, "I just told you!"

She crossed her arms, staring at Tora, waiting for him to get the point.

"What?" The blonde demanded.

"It's 10:39, Tora. You just said so yourself."

He stood there, letting everything sink in. He had a puzzled look on his face before his mouth formed a small "o". A small chuckle escaped his lips, quickly transforming into a laugh. "I'm sorry," He laughed. "My watch must be broken."

"Daylight savings," Misaki corrected.

"Yes yes," He chuckled, taking off his watch. "You're always right." He handed Misaki her bag and proceeded to fix his watch, setting it to the correct time.

"You're an idiot," Misaki muttered, walking to Tora's car- a white Maserati.

"You still want to go right now?" Tora jogged up behind her.

Misaki waited for Tora to unlock the door before she opened it, "Well you just made me get dressed and rushed me out here, so what do you expect? Stand out here and wait for another half an hour?" She got in the car, setting her files and bag next to her feet. Tora got in on the driver's side. He started the engine as she started to tell him the overview of the meeting.

"And I swear to god Tora," Misaki sighed, "If you're going to mess up by not knowing the information in the meeting, I'm seriously going to kill you."

"I know I know," Tora sighed, turning his wheel left. "You've pounded that into my head already. Literally."

Misaki crossed her legs and replied cooly, "I personly think that you deserved that. What type of CEO forgets his material?"

Tora responded with a small chuckle and shrug, "Well I have a more reliable Vice CEO." He shot her a wink which she coldly brushed off with a small "che".

They soon arrived at the company entrance. They both got out as Tora tossed his car key to the valet. As they walked through the large automatic glass doors, a few heads bobbed with a respectful greeting. The two gave each person a quick nod of greeting before walking through the large front lobby and into the VIP elevator. They quickly arrived to the highest floor where their offices were located. They walked out of the elevator and were quickly greeted by their secretaries and other workers who were around. They both entered Tora's large office. Misaki dropped her bags down on the large glass coffee table and sat down on the black modern couch. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

"When did you sleep last night?" Tora asked as he sat down behind his neatly organized desk.

"Mmm," Misaki , thinking for about a minute, opened her eyes, "maybe two? or three am? I don't remember."

Tora sighed, turning on his computer, "Misaki, seriously. You need to get some rest. Even I slept earlier."

Misaki gave him a look, "Techniqually, it's your job to review the meeting information."

The man raised an eyebrow, "I did." He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, "I actually know what's going on, okay?" Misaki nodded, stifling a yawn. Tora sighed, "Now I feel guilty that I made you wake up early."

A small smile touched Misaki's lips, "No. It's fine." She glanced over at Tora, who was looking worridly at her. "I would've gotten up anyways." The man got up and walked over to the couch, sitting next to her. He wrapped his arms around her and patted her back soothingly.

"After this meeting, we're both leaving," Tora whispered into her ear.

Misaki withdrew herself from his arms, "What are you talking about? There's more things to do in the company."

"No," Tora frowned, "There will be no more things for you to do. I will take care of it all."

"But-"

Tora held a hand up, stopping her from arguing, "Don't even try, Misaki. That's an order from your boss. Do you understand?"

Misaki's eyebrows furrowed together, biting her bottom lip in frustration, and mumbled, "Yes sir."

After a slight pause, a sigh escaped Tora's mouth. He lightly patted Misaki's head, making her look at him, "Look Misaki, you're overworking yourself. Soon enough, you'll collapse due to fatigue. The last thing I need to see is 'Vice CEO of Igarashi Inc. collapse due to overworking' on the newspaper." Misaki knows that. Now she, vice CEO of the well known Igarashi Inc. and girlfriend of Tora Igarashi, will recieve much more attention from the media than before. "I don't want you to be sick," Tora gently stroked her head. "Health before the company, okay?"

Misaki nodded, completely giving in, "Fine."

Tora's usual aggrogant smirk appeared back on his face, "That's my girl!"

Misaki frowned at his comment, "Excuse me?"

"Let's go," Tora stood up abruptly. "Ah ah, so busy. Busy busy busy!"

The raven haired girl rolled her eyes, knowing Tora was trying to lighten up the mood. She sighed, letting a smile replace her lips, "Well, you better get your things together. The meeting's about to start."

"Roger," The blonde chuckled. He picked up some files and his laptop. "You ready?"

Misaki smirked, "Obviously." She grabbed her bag, already walking out of the door. "You're the unprepared one."

Tora was right behind her heels, "Oh come on, Misaki. Give me a break." The couple approached the large doors leading to the meeting room.