Guardian Angel
Chapter 4: Indecision is Debilitating
Usagi's POV
God… I hate Akaiwa… I yawned as I stumbled, bleary eyed, down the street. Last night my baneful editor had me pulling an all-nighter. I wanted no more right now than to lay down on my soft warm bed with Suzuki-san and sleep. But I couldn't do that now, the demon queen demanded the manuscript delivered to the publishing company now. I would have preferred to ignore her request, but this was my first book and I was eager to do it right.
The street lights were just going off as early sawn approached. I stepped onto the crosswalk, not seeing the oncoming double-decker until it was too late.
BEEP, BEEEEP!
I braced myself for the crushing impact, terror immobilizing my limbs. Just when I was sure I was going to die, a pair of hands grabbed me and jerked me backwards. The bus passed harmlessly a foot away.
My heart was still pounding, adrenaline pumping through my system. Slowly, it drained and I turned to see who my rescuer was, but there was no one there.
...
Guardian angel, huh? I took a draw from my cigarette. Yesterday, Misaki told me how he had apparently became my 'guardian angel.' I admit, though never aloud, that I was slightly interested in his story. It might be true. Might. There are a few instances I can remember him helping me, directly or indirectly, but those can be explained away. Coincidence; just happened to be passing by; at the right place at the right time; etcetera. I'm Takahiro's best friend, and we were always hanging out together, it was only a mater of time before I met his little brother and he just so happen to help me out. It was as simple as that.
Yeah, I wish I could believe that… I thought, staring across the room at the brunette as he slipped on his shoes. The more this kid claimed that he was an angel, and with every step he took into my life, the more I find myself wanting to believe him. It pisses me off when I realize that I've been thinking of him all day, and, even in my sleep, connecting my past to his claims.
"Usagi-san," someone said in a soft voice alarmingly close to me. I opened my eyes from my reverie only to find them lock with clear green ones. He stood up on his tiptoes and kissed me briefly before turning and fleeing out the door.
I stood there for a moment after the door clicked shut. Why would he kiss me, then leave immediately like he was expecting some sort of punishment? Would I have done anything? Kiss him back? Push him away? Why was he always doing things like that to me?
Why did I enjoy it?
It couldn't possibly be that I was falling for him. After all, I had sworn my heart, my soul, and my body to his brother. Even after I realized he would never be mine, I vowed I would always love him. I'd followed him in blind love for years, there was no way I could just let all of that go. Yet, the more time I spent with this boy that I'd know for less than two weeks, the more I felt that Takahiro was being displaced to a less visited spot in the back of my mind, and I resented it.
I sighed heavily and laid down on the couch with my head in Suzuki-san's lap. I flipped out my cell phone and hit the second speed dial. I rang a few times before someone picked up.
"What?" my old friend growled in an irritated voice.
"Hi."
"Akihiko… I'm in class."
"But I need help."
There was a pause. "Fine." I heard him snap something to his students, then the opening and closing of a door. "What's so important?"
"Have you ever been in love with someone only to find that they're in love with someone else? Then you find that you might be falling in love with someone else as well, and you feel as guilty as crap for it?"
Another long pause and I could've sworn I heard his breathing speed. Suddenly, he was defensive and spurting out random nonsense. When he finally shut up I asked:
"So what should I do?"
"Well… Since you can't be with the one you love, why not? If you think you might love them, too?"
"… What is he was considerably younger than you?" Not that age matters.
Kamijou commenced yet another panic attack..
Misaki's POV
I sat in class, scarcely listening to what Kamijou-the-Devil was saying. My mind was other places, like thinking of what I'd done this morning. I knew why I did it: to help Usagi get over Takahiro. It was simply my job. Then why did it feel so real? Sure, I was always thinking about him before I moved in with him, wondering if he was okay—although I still worry about that constantly. But now when I think about him, it's not like before. It seems more… selfish.
Suddenly, Kamijou-sensei's phone went off and a look of sincere annoyance crossed his already mad-looking features. He placed the receiver to his ear and growled into it. Then, "Akihiko…" and a slight blush graced his cheeks.
After that, my attention was locked on to what I could hear of the conversation, which was Kamijou's short retorts. All the time I glared at my professor. What was he doing talking to Akihiko, assuming it was my Usagi. And what gave him the right to blush like that? It pissed me off.
Wait, did I just think my Usagi?
Kamijou barked some over demanding assignments before he left the room, that stupid blush still staining his cheeks.
"Misaki, calm down," Sumi bade now that the demon teacher was gone, lightly prying my death grip on the desk loose. Indents were left from where my stubby fingernails carved into the wood. "What's wrong?"
I ignored him, and without second thought, I brashly stood and walked over to the door, pressing my ear to it to listen to whatever my teacher and Usagi were talking about. Sumi joined me simply out of curiosity, but no one else dared move.
"Since you can't be with the one you love, why not? If you think you might love them, too." There was hurt in his voice. Good.
"It seems like he's giving dating advice," Sumi mused.
I smirked.
I stood there and listened until I heard him say a gruff goodbye, then I bolted for my seat. Sumi and I both made it in time and the lesson continued, though Kamijou was less enthusiastic—if you call trailing off most his sentences and forgetting half of what he was saying less enthusiastic. He ended the lesson early and surprisingly forgot to give us any homework, no one complained or mentioned it.
Sumi and I gathered our books and walked outside, talking about nothing of interest. Both of our eyes landed on the expensive looking foreign sports car parked by the gates at the same time. A tall, silver-haired man stepped out. I felt my cheeks warm up. Why was he here? He'd never come to pick me up or take me to school before
"Hey, isn't that that famous author? Usami Akihiko, was it?" Sumi whispered furtively. I only nodded.
Usagi searched the crowd till he found me. He yelled, "Misaki!" and waved.
"Eh? Is he talking to you?" Sumi's eyes widened.
I nodded. "Erm… I'm sorta living with him now. He's my brother's friend and when he moved away I needed a place to stay, so…" Sumi looked thoroughly impressed and walked with me all the way up to my landlord.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him.
"I came to pick you up."
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to," he said simply.
Oh…
"Hi, my name is Sumi Keiishi. I'm Misaki's friend," Sumi said, extending a hand.
Usagi just now seemed to notice him. He just nodded and turned his attention back to me. 'Shall we go?"
"S-Sure," I gulped, wondering, again, why my heart raced and pulse jumped in my veins. I said goodbye to Sumi and climbed in the car.
As we began to drive home no one spoke. Finally, I said something:
"How do you know Kamijou-sensei?"
"Huh? Oh, we were childhood friends."
I stared at him, he was leaving something out. "And?"
"And what?"
"Nothing…" I looked out the window, wondering why I felt so jealous of 'childhood friends.' We didn't talk after that.
When we got home, I couldn't stand it anymore. I thought that maybe he came to pick me up because he had somewhere to go and the University was on the way, but we went straight home. There had to be another reason he'd wanted to pick me up, so I connected it to the call he'd made earlier.
Before I had a chance to move toward him, he'd pushed me against the wall and planted his hands on either side of my head. My eyes stretched wide is shock at the look of lust in his lavender orbs. My heart pounded painfully against my chest. I glimpsed brief indecision in his eyes before he pressed his lips to mine and closed the distance between our bodies. The uncertainty was forgotten when I felt something rubbing against my lower region. It surprised me, and I wanted to pull away, but he had me pinned.
"U-Usagi…" I moaned. He took my lips again, this time, his tongue finding its way into my mouth. He broke the kiss for air and I could think again. "Wait, Usagi-san…" I protested, pushing him back when he attempted to capture my lips again. When he didn't stop and continued to kiss me, his hands roamed and I felt something grab my manhood. I freaked out. My right hand balled up, and I hit him square in the jaw.
He stumbled backwards, hand coming up to meet the trickle of blood from a busted lip. We both stood there in disbelief. I trembled and panted, tears making my vision blurry. Realizing what I had done, I started to cry more. I fled from the whole scene before he had a chance to respond, my heart feeling like it would burst in two if I had to stand there and look at him a moment longer.
Would I really be that cruel to Usagi? Hmm... Well, maybe.
Sorry it took so long to update, I sort of got distracted. I suddenly got all these ideas for some other stories I was working on so I started writing it all down and almost forgot about this story, but I finally got back to it! (Sadly, my goal to finish one story then move on to the next is unsuccesful...):
Anyway... Please review! :)
