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Yea...well this is awkward...I haven't updated in soooo long. I would've updated earlier but it's been VERY HOT lately, but lucky for you guys it's not as hot today.
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A Voice
Ch. 7 (end)
Megumi felt a bit shaken after having that talk with Akira, it scared her a bit that she was okay with her feelings toward Yahiro. Usually Akira would go into an unstoppable tirade and try to kill the man, but why was she so mellow about it now? Megumi pushed the thought aside and concluded that maybe pre-married life was already calming her. She sighed, "I should go talk to Yahiro."
The next half hour was spent looking for clothes, being that the only clothing she had in the house were pajamas. A heavy sigh passed the petite brunette's lips; she would never find anything in Yahiro's house. That is unless she was willing to wear a maid outfit, but that would not be a wise decision considering it was Yahiro.
Feeling down she went back to the guest room and waited for Yahiro to come back, because she knew he would tease her more than ever if she went to his office in her pajamas. She sat in silence for a moment, wondering when he would be back. As far as she knew, Yahiro would not be coming home until eight, maybe even later. She sighed once more laying back on the bed and stretched. 'I should get more sleep…' Megumi thought to herself with a yawn. After all, she did not sleep enough or well enough last night, and being unconscious does not count as sleeping.
Hours later Megumi awoke with the sun shining everywhere in the room. It could not be morning any more. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes Megumi stumbled out of the bed and into the bathroom. After washing her face, she felt much more awake and walked down the large staircase to check if Yahiro had come back yet.
Glancing at the clock hanging on the wall, it read one twelve. She looked around the large room and saw a maid walking to one of the room with a platter. Yahiro must be home, he is a bit early though, Megumi nervously walked to his office. Hoping he would not be wondering why she was still here and kick her out, but he was not that cruel…he could be.
Megumi took a deep breath, to calm her nerves, before knocking on the door. "What?" Yahiro called with an irritated tone. Again, she knocked, knowing that her using her voice would only aggravate him. "If it's you Megumi, then come in." He sighed.
There were stacks of papers all over his desk; he had the most annoyed look she had ever seen. "Why are you wearing pajamas?" said Yahiro, then added silently, almost to himself, "I thought Akira would've forced you to leave." Megumi shook her head, she was about to speak when she noticed, she did not have her board!
She tried mouthing the words she wanted to say and frantically used cryptic gestures to show what she meant. Yahiro stared in amusement, all his irritation from before gone. He chuckled at her actions, her face reddened. Feeling embarrassed Megumi crossed her arms at her chest, Yahiro handed her a pad of paper and a pen saying, "I don't see why you never have the board when you actually need it." She smiled and scribbled quickly.
"Can I ask you something?" He raised his brow, interested as to where this would lead.
"Sure."
"Why are you doing this? Taking care of me that is." She raised the pad nervously.
"Well, I was the reason you lost your voice. So, I felt that I should help you get it back." He looked away from her, the smirk replaced by a flustered expression.
"I didn't know you could be so nice, Yahiro." She said using her voice; Yahiro did not seem to care.
"Hey, don't get your hopes up, Megu-chan." He replied with that same smug grin.
"I should've left then, you actions are getting my hopes up." She replied morosely. He now had a surprised look on his face. "I don't see why you act so kindly towards me if you don't feel the same way." She frowned.
"Now, if I didn't feel anything towards you, do you think I would be putting so much effort into helping you get better?" Yahiro stood from his desk, and walked to her, so they were face to face. His expression serious.
"I…well…then it all depends on what kind of feelings we're talking about." Her voice was hoarse and her throat felt dry. Yahiro was too close for comfort; she could feel his breath fanning on her heated face.
"I'm not too sure, how I can describe it." He inched closer to her, the room was feeling much hotter by the second. "It's better expressed through actions." Their lips touched softly, Megumi's heartbeat skyrocketed from the feel of his warm lips on hers. When their lips parted, she felt out of breath and the room was spinning. Yahiro was smirking, "I think that'd be the best way for me to show how I feel."
Megumi couldn't think of anything to say, she wanted to yell at him for kissing her. Yet, at the same time she wanted to hug him for somewhat reciprocating her feelings. Just as she opened her mouth to speak Yahiro said, in an angry tone, "I don't think you should be talking, your voice is hoarse." He paused, " Maybe you should stay a little longer, then." He chuckled and went back to his desk. With a huff, Megumi marched out of the room, still feeling light headed from the kiss.
Too short? Too much romance-y ness? Were you expecting Yahiro to ravish Megumi on his office desk? Hahaha, if so too bad. That's for a whole other story, not even in the same manga/anime XD
Uhh...yea, so I hope I can update soon. I intend to be done with this story by the end on the month. I only have a few days to do that...great. But I have everything planned out, the only problem is getting inspried and then writing it... bleh...once I'm done with this I'll be so happy.
I don't think I have anything else to tell you guys except, I'm sorry for not updating more often. Do encourage me, berate me, harass me to update. Heh, you'd think I'd have more to say, oh yea, ignore the whole (end) shiznit, I intended to end the story here but then I was reminded that there's still Akira's wedding to do. I think I'll have more than a kiss happen between Yahiro and Megumi after the wedding and all that jazz, maybe not. Who really knows?
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