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Heat Wave Chapter Five: Scorching

Misaki's whole body was on fire, with the exception of her lips. Usui was kissing her, crushing his lips to hers. When her lips parted his tongue slipped into her mouth to caress her own. To Misaki it felt like an ice cube swirling around her tongue, and she moaned into the kiss. No matter how 'cold' his kiss was Misaki's body and mind were still on fire, and not cooling down.

The breeze kicked up, blowing boiling humid air into their embrace. She shuddered and felt herself grabbing onto him more tightly. They parted lips for a second to catch their breath.

"Usui..."

"No talking Misa-chan..." he said and his lips met hers once again, rougher then before, most likely to leave bruising.

He untucked her shirt mid-kiss, eager to feel her flesh in his hands. He wouldn't push her too far, they were at school after all, but he needed to touch her. His hands were ice against her hot skin, not being gentle, running over her abdomen and around to grip her lower back fiercely pulling her tight against his body. She gasped at the feeling and he took the opportunity to bite her lower lip, causing her to moan before capturing her lips with his own again. He couldn't get enough, and either could she. Her hands were frantically trying to pull him closer if that was possible, and one was tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, pushing their lips together almost painfully.

They kissed and caressed eachother for what seemed like hours, but was only about fifteen minutes. Usui threw caution to the wind, screw the fact that they were in school, he wanted to make her scream, make her lose control for good. He wanted her to accept that she wanted him as much as he did her. And Misaki couldn't think of anything besides their lips touching and the desire running through and between them like electricity. Their bodies separated slightly so they could start unbuttoning their shirts, passion was in control now. Before Usui was even done Misaki started to pull his shirt off. Suddenly they both broke apart and stared into each-others eyes, shock and disappointment across their faces.

For once again the end of lunch bell screeched in their ears, breaking them up. Misaki pushed him further away from her roughly, her whole body was flushed red. She looked up at him, and that look in his eyes... That look... Well it made her want to ignore the bell and jump back into his arms, burning mouth or not.

Misaki RAN back to class, trying to get as far away from HIM as possible. He made her... crazy. He made her feel like she was some hormone driven alien.

Usui was still in shock. He finally pushed pass her walls and that damn bell went off. Again. Cutting short their time together, yet again. He seriously contemplated sabotaging the bell system. He never felt this way about anyone before, nor did he ever care for any type of companionship. But when he wasn't with her, even getting pushed and hit by her, he felt empty. He wanted to be with her, but he knew she would say no to being his girlfriend.

"Oh well, I know I'll get another chance... Probably sooner then she thinks too... Hehehehe..." he muttered. He just needed a plan. Usui was smiling at himself as he walked down to get to class. He wouldn't let anything get in his way next time.

after-school

Don't you know when Misaki walked into the kitchen at Maid Latte that evening she was greeted with a smile from her perverted alien stalker. Surprise grazed her features when she saw him because their earlier encounter had been plaguing her thoughts the whole day. How was she supposed to act? She lost complete control. A part of her felt a little bad she ran out on him, and a part of her knew he would eventually confront her about it. She didn't know how to act or what to do.

And then there was the part of her that wanted to smack him upside the head for sabotaging her lunch. Yes. 'Concentrate on that Misaki' she thought. If she thought about the mean things he does she could keep her cool around him. Instead of feeling the butterflies in her stomach, and the goosebumps that ran down her arms, she would do her best to be normal.

So she decided she should stop gawking at the alien and throw herself into her work for the evening. She nodded to him hello after getting her composure back.

"Baka..." she muttered, dropping her first orders ticket on his counter, and returned to her tables. But if she looked back she would have seen him smile. He had finally gotten to her, and now they both knew it.

a few hours later

The manager didn't need Misaki to stay and close up that night, so she headed to the locker rooms to change into her regular attire. There were only the three of them still there, one being not of this world. Usui was so... Sweet to her all night. But he seemed to go out of his way to be even nicer, maybe even flirting, with the other girls. A vein twitched on Misaki's forehead, and she closed her eyes to sigh, as she pulled up her jeans.

"I can't believe I'm actually jealous..." she whispered to herself.

"Jealous of what Misaki?" a smooth voice whispered from behind her, her t-shirt only half way on. She was frozen for a second, then whirled around in amazement and anger.

"You Baka! You pervert Baka! Get out of the changing room!" she screamed. Misaki hurriedly pulled her shirt down, glaring at him. He smiled.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing up her Usui?" she asked putting a cardigan on, and slinging on her shoulder bag. She was doing her best and trying to channel her feelings into anger.

"I just came up for my jacket, and to offer myself to escort you home for the night," he offered, still grinning.

"I don't need an escort thank you. I'll be leaving now..." she snapped, blushing hard, furiously mad, and as stubborn as usual, turning towards the stairs.

"I don't think this is an offer you can refuse Misa-chan..." he whispered, ghosting his hand along her side as she walked past him.

"..." she couldn't say anything. 'Just get out of there or who knows what's going to happen' she thought. So she ran down the stairs as fast as she could and went out the alley door, grabbing the trash on her way. Usui expected her to stumble over her words before yelling at him again, or as he hoped, she would jump into his arms and kiss him. 'Ah, wishful thinking..' he thought. 'Better hurry up and catch her.' He threw his jacket on and closed Misaki's carelessly forgotten open locker, and then headed for the Usui went outside she wasn't there though. He headed quickly to the route she would usually take, but there was still no sign of her. 'She probably ran,' he thought, frowning.

"I'll just call her from outside her window to make sure she got home okay." he said out loud to himself, disappointed he didn't catch her to harass her some more.

About a block from her home, he froze. Her bag was sprawled open, it's contents littered over the sidewalk, illuminated by the streetlight on the corner. Usui looked around, for any sign of her. Nothing. Was this some kind of sick joke? Some kind of revenge for the hot sauce? To scare the shit out of him? No, as devil like as Misaki could be she would never play such a dirty trick on anyone, even him. Usui grabbed her bag and frantically stumbled his way to her house, freezing once again. There was a note. Addressed to him:

Usui,

If you do anything stupid, like notify the police, I don't think you'll ever see her again. I'll be in touch soon.

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. How could he have let this happen. He had to find his Misa-chan. But who took her? The note wasn't signed. What was he going to do?

to be continued

A/N: Oh man am I evil! I wonder who took Misaki and why? Hehehe. Sorry for the big absence my readers, I have 20 month old twin boys, they keep you busy! :)Please review and let me know what you think! Also, sorry it was so short, next chapter is gonna be way longer! I'm also thinking about making little lemon one shots on the side for this story :)