Yours, Mine and Ours

Reiteration of the First Chapter:

"Kanata Saionji…"

She looked at him a little confused and then said, "s-so…?"

"I'm Kanata…" he rephrased, his voice sounded too husky.

"Oh…" she said and then with a small smile replied, "Miyu Kouzuki…"

"Nice to meet you Miyu…" he said with a smile and closed the distance between their lips.

He closed his eyes and massaged his temples when he heard the soft knock on his door. He muttered, "Come in…" without looking up.

"Erm…?"

"Well…?" he asked, almost irritably.

"I'm s-sorry for in-intruding like t-this…" she said at once and Kanata sensed waterfalls.

"What do you want…?" he asked and he wished at once he had been a little less rude.

"I'm pregnant with you're your child Mr. Saionji," she said firmly, tears rolling down her cheek.

Kanata jaw-dropped and his auburn orbs opened wide. His heart almost stopped and he knew for sure that his world stopped at that very moment.

Chapter 2

Hasty Decisions

"Wh-wh-what?" stuttered the brunet, his auburn irises wide with shock.

Never—not even once in his entire twenty-five years of life on this earth, had the Kanata Saionji ever stuttered; or even caught off-guard for that matter. It's just not him. But not tonight… tonight's the night he lost his balance.

Miyu turned a shade of bright crimson hue and with her head bowed muttered, "I-I'm p-p-pregnant w-with your child Mr. Saionji".

Kanata's head started to spin lightly and it took his entire exhaust of willpower and pride to keep his stand and not faint. He looked at her almost disbelievingly and then took his right hand to his forehead, with his eyes closed tight.

He breathed in. He breathed out. He opened his eyes. She was still there. No dream.

And then, before he could even stop himself, he asked the first question that came to his mind.

"How can you be sure it's mine…?"

He knew he was rude. He knew it was killing her. But he was desperate to get out of this situation. If it got out, it would be hell for him. A complete hell…

"What…?" she asked, her tears suddenly stopped in their path.

"You heard me," Kanata said, frustrated and asked again through clenched teeth, "how can you be sure it's mine…?"

Her lips trembled lightly and she bit them to stop them from all those shivers.

"How…?" she asked, her voice suddenly all shrill and coated with rage, "how you ask…?"

Despite himself, Kanata backed away a step.

"Because Mr. Saionji," she said, her voice rising higher with every waking second and finished in almost a shout, "you are the only guy I have ever done it with!"

Kanata looked at her uneasily as the blonde broke out crying again. She covered her face and tears streamed through them. His heart felt very heavy as he stood there looking at this crying blonde.

"Crap!" he muttered, more to himself than to her, "Idiot! Goddammit! Shit!"

Miyu looked up at him in shock, her tears stopping at the sound of his voice. She watched as Kanata walked to his seat and got his coat and pulled it over himself. He was muttering to himself as he walked to the door. She was in complete shock as he opened the door and moved to leave.

Panic started to rise inside her throat as she saw the brunet walk out of the room.

But Kanata stopped at the threshold and turned with a glare, "are you coming or not…?"


The fifteen minute drive in the Mercedes was not enjoyable for the blonde. The brunet was driving at maddening speed and Miyu had her eyes tight shut and didn't open them until she realized that the car was slowing down. She had heard constant mutterings from the brunet from the moment he had dismissed his driver and asked her to climb into the car with him.

He opened his side of the car's door and got out. Miyu, trembling lightly, stretched her arm and with some difficulty opened the door and got out as well. She turned around and saw the brunet walking briskly towards a magnificent five-star hotel. Miyu followed closing her mouth with a snap.

She finally caught up with him as he was speaking to the lady at the desk.

"A table for two…"

"But we are currently full, sir…" the lady was trying to explain.

Kanata reached into his coat pocket roughly and pulled out a Golden card. He slammed it on the desk and repeated almost menacingly through clenched teeth, "A table for two…"

The receptionist gulped and with trembling hands took the card. Miyu almost shuddered as she realized the depth of the trouble she was in right now.

"A private parlor…" muttered Kanata as a waiter came by to direct them to their seats.

A few minutes later, Miyu gulped as Kanata walked beside the waiter, with his hands into his pant-front pockets, with a frown in his handsome façade.

"This would be your seats for the night sir and ma'am," said the waiter good-naturedly as he opened the small doors to the private parlor Kanata requested for.

Kanata took his seat irritably and Miyu took hers reluctantly.

"Anything to drink…?" asked the waiter.

"Hot coffee…" said Kanata.

"And for you, ma'am…?" asked the waiter turning to Miyu.

Miyu blushed lightly and then after a whole lot of fidgeting said, "t-tea, please…"

The waiter smiled at Miyu and with a bow to each left the parlor to get the drinks.

Silence enveloped the two for a few seconds. The waiter returned with the drinks and placed them before the two. He opened his mouth to ask if they were going to order anything when Kanata said curtly, "we'll call you when we are ready to order…"

Kanata looked into his coffee and his forehead creased in thought as he wondered what's going to happen from thereon. He had no idea what he was planning to do and none at all on what he was going to say to her.

"I'm sorry…"

Kanata looked up, surprised.

The blonde mustered a small smile and repeated "I'm sorry Mr. Saionji…" tears threatened to flow as she continued, "I should have got out the minute I saw the size of your office building…"

"What…?" he asked questioningly, "what are you talking about…?"

She gave him another depressed smile and continued "I came to ask you what I should do with… um…" she looked down, unable to meet his eye.

Kanata looked down at once.

"But…" she continued and he looked up again, trying to figure out where she was going with this.

"But what…?"

"But Mr. Saionji…" she said, getting to her feet, "you are a busy man… and I guess I should've gone to the doctor the minute I found out…"

"What…?" asked Kanata, getting to his feet as well, and giving her an accusing glare.

"I'm sorry for wasting your time, Mr. Saionji…" she walked away from the table and extended her hand to open the door when she felt his grab her other wrist. She froze at the sudden contact.

"Explain." That was all he said as he steered her around to look into her eyes.

Miyu gulped and then started with a crimson face, "I-I found out yesterday morning that I was… er…"

Kanata was losing patience with this woman. She seems to be blushing and stuttering and fidgeting and making him lose his temper. But for some reason, he was trying very hard not to shout or yell at her.

"Then…?" he asked, not letting go of her wrist yet.

"Then…" she said, relaxing to his grip, "then, I had to tell you… because you have to know… as it's half yours…"

Kanata didn't reply.

"I wanted to ask you," she said, her eyes focused on something on the clean marble-tiled floor, "…ask you what to do next…"

Kanata pondered on that for awhile. Finally, he asked after much thought, "what do you want to do…?"

Whatever she had been expecting, this was not it. She looked taken aback at the sudden query, but after a second, looked thoughtful.

"I want to keep it…" she said slowly, and Kanata could sense her heart beat fast from the way her wrist pulsed. He looked at her expectant and then, she looked at him sadly and said, "But I can't…"

"Why not…?" asked Kanata at once in his curt voice.

She flinched at his tone. Kanata gave her a light apologetic look and freed her wrist off his grasp.

"Because…" she said tears rolling down her cheeks and finished in a whisper, "because I don't have anyone who'd take care of it with me…"

Kanata's heart almost stopped at her words. He didn't know what to say. Her words echoed inside his head again and again.

She looked at his confused state and then said uncertainly, "I guess I'd better go to the doctor…"

"For what…?" he asked before he could stop himself.

She frowned and muttered almost uncertainly, "To abort of course…"

"Do you really think I'm going to let you destroy something that's half mine…?"

Miyu's eyes widened at these words.

"But Mr. Saionji…" she asked, confusedly, "What… what can… can we do…?"

Kanata gulped and uttered the three words he never dreamed he would use on someone he barely knew.

"Let's get married".


Kanata looked at his mobile with growing irritation. He had already received twenty-three missed calls but he was in no state to respond to any of them. He was presently sitting on a hard wooden chair, tapping his feet impatiently inside the Dressing Section of the St. Joseph Wedding Cathedral.

His soon to be wife, was busy inside one of the dressing rooms getting into a brand new wedding dress. He could still remember the look on the lady who worked there's face when he asked her to get the blonde a brand new wedding dress when usually people rushing into marriage would rather rent it.

But Kanata was not going to rent anything in his life. Nothing he used shall be second-hand. The blonde had picked out a simple one seeing as he was paying for it but he had overridden all her protests and forced her into picking a very beautiful and not to mention a costly one instead.

Kanata had booked a Minister for 8pm and it was already quarter to eight. He was getting impatient by the minute. She had been in there for about half an hour now and still showed no signs of coming out. Giving him spacious time was not what he needed right now. He didn't want to think. He didn't want to think over his decision.

He sighed as he evoked his own words.

"Let's get married".

What a stupid thing to say!

Though there might be millions of reasons why he shouldn't be here, he had one tiny reason why he wanted to do this. And the reason was simple.

At that moment, the door to the dressing room opened and one of the helpers got out with the blonde's previous dress and a huge smile.

"You are very lucky to have such a beautiful bride…" said raven-haired helper with a cheerful smile.

Kanata tried not to snap at her but he felt his jaw-drop as his bride walked out.

His immediate thought was, "the helper was so wrong… beautiful would be an understatement…"

She gave him a small and embarrassed smile. But Kanata didn't have anything to say. He had never thought about how his bride would look like. But now…

Her long blonde hair bounced lightly as she walked lightly towards him. Her face was in crimson hue with her lips around the same color and her emerald orbs moving around a lot. The dress was only a small addition to her overwhelming beauty. It was, like all wedding dresses, white and was decorated with patterned roses.

"Erm…" she stuttered, going even a brighter shade of crimson as she noticed him looking at her intently.

"Ah..!" he snapped out of his sudden blankness and turning away at once said, "let's go then…"

His hand extended to his forehead at once, trying to hide the small tinge of mauve that had crept across his cheeks.

Within minutes, the two were standing before a minister in a solitary wedding hall. As the minister went about with the usual lines, Miyu asked through the corner of her mouth, "You know, if this is too weird, we could always back out…"

"Don't talk," he muttered back, "or I'll get confused!"

Miyu shut her mouth at once. She was in a more confused state than him but she'd rather not talk about it seeing as this was the best way, according to him and for some unknown reason, she found it easy to go by his way.

"Do you, Kanata Saionji, take her to be your lawfully wedded wife through health and sickness…?"

The pastor was going on and on and Kanata found it really hard to concentrate. He knew this was a major decision and he should have consulted someone before taking it. But he didn't want to. He wanted to do this. And he wanted to do this out of his own decision.

"…till death shall part you…"

Kanata choked but with all the courage he could muster, he muttered, "I do…"

With those words, he knew he sealed a contract. A contract signifying him to be with this blonde till they found the need to separate.

His head blanked out for awhile as the pastor asked the same question to the blonde. He closed his eyes and waited for her reply, his heart doing some sort of drum-roll.

A second after the pastor finished with his question, no reply came from the blonde. He turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow. She forced herself not to meet his gaze and bowed a little, her blonde hair covering her face.

"Hey…" Kanata started.

"I do…"

"I now, pronounce you man and wife…" said the pastor cheerfully, "you may now, kiss the bride…"

Kanata rolled his eyes thinking, "that's what started this stupid mess".

End Chapter 2

A/N: Thanks for all those awesome reviews people! I was really inspired and thus came out the second chapter, sooner than expected. :-)… How was this one..? Cliché..? Good…? Nice…? Worse…? Whatever you think, please review…!!!!

Now, for today's thought:

Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass.

It's about learning to Dance in the Rain.

Enjoy every moment of your Life.