Holaaa! Here's an other update :D Sorry for the long wait, like I previously said, it was my midterms (like the majority of readers and authors here on fanfiction, I think :) ) Anyways, I hope you like it!

Last night

Percussions…

He was hearing percussions in his dream…

Was it really the sound of percussions?

Yes, it was, he convinced himself.

It was rhythmic.

What else was rhythmic?

He slowly opened his eyes, realizing the unceasing sound of someone knocking on his door.

Until it stopped.

And then he heard someone was opening it.

Of course, I always leave it unlocked.

Still laying on his bed and floating between the unconsciousness and the reality, his reflexes were pathetic when someone jumped on him.

But he soon became aware when that someone kissed him.

Alcohol….

He tossed her away, and sat straight on his bed.

"Damn Monica, what are you doing here…" He muttered as he buried his face in his hands, and rubbed his eyelids. He wanted to sleep as soon as possible.

He felt two hands wrapping him from behind.

"I thought you wouldn't mind if I sleep here" She sensually stated, still clutching his shirt to support her, because she wasn't really stable right now.

But she immediately lost her balance when Usui pulled her away and stood up.

"Your bedroom is too good for you, or what?" He snapped, somehow annoyed.

She sat at the extremity of his bed and crossed her legs suggestively. As she brought back her long hair in one movement, she slowly unbuttoned the top of her shirt to make the emphasis on her chest.

"There's a party right now in it, so I have no place to sleep" She explained innocently even though she had no intention to sleep.

Still emotionless about the whole situation, Usui crossed his arms nonchalantly.

"So what. I'm sure there's other people who'd be thrilled to accept you for the night" He replied, clearly wanting her out of his room.

She gazed at him, perfectly understanding what he meant. However, she was not taking no as an answer.

Determined, she walked towards him as she pulled out her shirt and reduced the space between him and her.

"And you're not one of those people?" She slyly asked and began to unbutton his shirt.

In fact, she didn't even have time to begin because he had grabbed her by her wrists and forced her to sit back on his bed.

"No, I'm not. So if you have nowhere to stay, fine. You can sleep here, but it will be without me" He said preparing to turn around and search for a place to spend the night.

But she grabbed her hand making him looked at her.

She was pissed.

"Nobody rejects me" She hissed as her face became more and more pale.

"Well, I'm glad to be the first" He smirked, ready for another of her annoying comments.

But she lowered her gaze and let go of his hand in order to cover her mouth.

Usui examined her and realized, a little too late, that he should have make three steps back.

Because, right now, his shirt was covered from all the alcohol she drank tonight.

As she immediately fell asleep, he walked unwillingly to his shower and wished that it had been an other certain girl who would have crashed into his room.

Things would have surely been different…

A/N: TAKASHI AND MISAKI'S ROOM ARE 5 ROOMS APART

She collected her clothes that were lying on the floor and left before he even had time to wake up.

A curious silent was floating around the corridors where she met no one.

At this early hour, everybody was sleeping.

The only sound she was hearing was her footsteps and at each one of them, regrets were climbing up her body. But she refused to get surrounded by them, trying to accept the choice she made last night.

She unlocked her door and went straight to her bed in attempt to get some sleep.

But she slowed down, observing the presence of an abnormal form in it. She came closer to delicately pull out the covers.

What the…

She was now outside her room, trying to go the furthest she could.

Which were exactly six footsteps away from her door when she heard someone calling her name.

She said someone even though she clearly knew the name of that someone.

After what he did, he got the nerves to come and talk to her, and even slept in her own bed!

He grabbed her arm to make her look at him.

The rings under his eyes showed his lack of sleep.

"A little late for a nap, don't you think?" Usui smirked but stopped, understanding that she didn't look like someone who wanted to hear his jokes.

"Where were you last night?"

His question caught her off guard. But she then realized that she had nothing to blame on her, he was the one at fault.

"The same goes to you, you didn't find your bed?" She replied sarcastically, knowing perfectly how he spent the night.

"It was occupied so I had to find another bed" He simply stated not thinking twice about the double meaning of what he said.

She looked at him with intense defeat. Her mouth was open but she couldn't find something strong enough to express the hatred she had toward him at this precise moment.

He slept with that self-absorbed bitch. That was a fact.

And worse than that, he just admitted it: in front of her.

Just say you enjoyed it while you're at it…

And stab me even deeper than I already am…

"A bed is big enough for two if I'm not mistaken. So just return to your fake blond girlfriend" She hissed as she turned her heels. She had just too much pride to hear him say that it was a good idea.

But she was soon pinned against the wall.

"Why are you saying that?" He asked sharply but confuse.

Was the sign "I'm stupid" stuck on her forehead?

"C'mon Usui, I saw her in your bed last night"

His lips curled up to form a smile.

"Oh, and what was my Misaki doing in my bedroom at night?" He said, leaning closer to her. He was waiting to be pushed away and called a pervert.

But it never happened.

In fact, she wasn't even red from embarrassment.

And then it clicked…

"Um, you didn't seriously think that her and me…" He said like it was the most improbable thing on Earth.

She frowned.

"Yes and I still think that. But it's not like I would cared" She replied, hiding her emotions the best she could, and tried to get away but Usui took her by the shoulders.

"Tell me, when you came into my room, was I anywhere near her?" He asked, humorless.

Her certainty about the situation was slowly decreasing.

"N-No, you were in your shower…" She replied with an unsteady voice.

"And if you had come 5 minutes before that, you would have seen that she was very drunk. That's why she had crashed into my room, without my consent, and that I asked her to go until she vomited on me. And if you had come 5 minutes later, you would have seen that she was alone because I was knocking on your door preferring your presence over her."

His smile was back on his face when he said the last words.

But not long before, his speech was tinted of a certain disappointment from the fact that she had doubt about him.

She let her body slid down the wall and hid her face in her palms.

Usui followed her movement.

"But you never opened the door, your roommate did. Where were you last night, Misaki?"

She was wrong.

Last night, she acted on impulse, on revenge.

And she couldn't go back…

"I-I was…" She muttered, her palms blocking the sound.

Usui took her hands and lifted up her chin.

How could she have seriously doubted about him?

All about him was sincere.

She couldn't deceive him.

So she chose the easiest path and decided to lie.

"I-I was at my house. Suzuna was sick and my mother couldn't be there"

She stood up and wobbled but Usui took her arm, making sure that she was steady.

"Sorry, I'm a little bit tired that's why I'm acting strange"

Usui gazed at her, and by the way he did it, she felt the aura of teasing surrounding him.

"Tired, uh? I though Misaki was acting weird because she was jealous"

He grinned with his usual innocent perverted smile. He then added:

"But there's no reasons to be. Are you relieved?"

Relieved?

Hardly she had realized the relief coming from the clarification of the situation that the shame and regrets faltered her self-esteem.

She then felt two arms enlacing her from behind.

But Usui was still facing her and by the sudden coldness on his features, she had no problems to guess who it was.

"Good morning beauty" Takashi whispered close to her ear.

And then there was an awkward silence where the two men looked at each other.

Misaki stood still.

In fact, she just wasn't able to move, petrified about what Takashi could say.

I don't want Usui to know…

She delicately pushed him away but was soon back in his arms. She just had time to see his playful eyes like the whole situation was just a mere challenge for him.

"I was surprised that you weren't beside me when I woke up. I thought we had a great night." He murmured but not so low, his words destined to be heard by someone else.

She tossed him away, not so gently this time because she hated to be the subject of a challenge. She looked at Takashi with the most menacing gaze she could find, which made him lightly flinched back.

And then she turned around.

Usui's face was expressionless, his two green eyes hidden behind his blond locks.

She wanted to shout at him that it wasn't what he was thinking, that the whole thing was a lie.

But it was not.

His lips quivered and she had to come closer to be able to hear what he was saying.

"You weren't with your sister last night…"

It was a statement, not a question.

"N-No"

He gulped

"You were with him"

"Y-Yes" She said as she nearly choked.

He finally looked up, showing a face unexpectedly vulnerable. His eyes went blank, like he had figured out the answer before he even asked the question.

"Did you had sex with him?"

His voice was hiding a hopeless frustration.

She couldn't stand to see him like that.

So she lowered her gaze, hoping that the silence would answer his question.

But he never left, waiting for her answer.

Because he was like that.

Always smarter than her,

Not falling easily into the misunderstood, unlike her.

He was not taking the silence as an answer and he would even stand there until he will have a clear reply, unlike her.

She closed her eyes and muttered a small "Yes"

She preferred to stay blind, even after she heard his footsteps echoing in the corridor, until all that remained was the sound of her own breath.

She opened her eyes, looking blankly at the empty corridor. Even if he was now far away, his pain still lingered here, making her more miserable than she already was.

"I thought you gave up" Takashi pronounced, annoyed by the situation.

She continued to look in front of her, like it would have an impact to make him come back.

"Because I thought he did…" She whispered, still hoping for the blond hair guy to appear.

Sometimes Misa-chan could be such a... heartbreaker :( Sorry for it but stay with me for the next and last chapter (or maybe it won't be the last because everytime I say that, it's never the last, depends on my mood and my inspiration ;) )

And thanks a lot to all of you who reviewed , it gave me a boost to study well XD even though it was probably not what you wanted, preferring that I concentrate myself on writting and not studies ;)SORRY

So keep the beat and push the button , yes push the button, don't you see that he's lonely and just waits for that :D

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