Yours, Mine and Ours

A perfect mismatch makes a perfect couple

Reiteration of the Fourth Chapter:

Pierre smiled at the new lady-of-the-house and proffered standing up with a hand extended towards her, "may I escort you to your new room…?'

Miyu smiled at him and getting to her feet as well said, "That would be fantastic Pierre as long as it isn't as big as this library…"

Pierre frowned as he took Miyu's hand, "But this isn't the library… this is just where we store all those books that Master Kanata likes to read repeatedly… the library is in the other end of the house…"

Miyu looked at him skeptically and then gulping asked, "I'm going to get lost in this place, aren't I…?"

Pierre smiled warmly and said, "Don't worry…" and added in a whisper, "I'll get you a map…"

Miyu sighed and then gave Pierre another warm smile as he steered her to her new room in her new home—into her new life.

Chapter 5

Responsibility

What was he thinking?

What the hell was he thinking when he left her alone in his place with everybody around, giving her full liberty to hyper up at the enormity of his dwelling?

It wouldn't be the first time that he was tensed up in his office. But he would be lying if he said that this wasn't the first time that was tensed up because of something other than work.

He was supposed to be going through some papers for an upcoming project but he couldn't concentrate. The material in the official papers just passed through his head like water, leaving no trace.

It was breathtakingly irritating having to leave her without thinking. He didn't do it intentionally, but at the sprout of the moment, he had momentarily forgotten her existence. Who can blame him…? He was not used to having the responsibility of taking care of someone else.

But now… he has to take care of not one, but two people.

Kanata's stopped—his mind completely blank for a few seconds.

Two people…

"Sir…?"

Kanata glanced up to see his secretary giving him a concerned look. Realizing that he had been staring blankly at the papers for some time now, he immediately muttered under his breath, "Espresso…"

She winced lightly at his sudden order and with a short bow, made her way out of his office. As soon as she left the office, Kanata picked up the receiver to one of the phones on his desk and called home.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

Kanata tapped his foot, a little irritated.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

His free hand extended to his temple at once, as though controlling the furious rage from breaking free of his system. If he heard one more ring, he would surely explode.

Rin—

"You've reached Saionji residence…" a smart voice answered from the other end, "how may I help you…?"

"Kanata here…" muttered Kanata, almost inaudibly.

But the one, who picked up the phone, obviously recognized the hiss for he said at once, "Good afternoon sir… shall I call Mr. Atkinson…?"

"No," answered Kanata at once, "er… I… I want to talk to… to my wife…"

There was a pause.

"I'll connect to your room then, sir…"

Beep… Beep… beep…

"My room?" queried Kanata, frowning.

"H-He-Hello?" he heard a stutter from the other end.

Definitely the blonde, thought Kanata.

"Hey," he said in a manner of greeting.

"K-Kanata?" he heard her gasp lightly.

"Yeah…" he sighed and asked tentatively, "are you okay…?"

"Um…" she started and Kanata couldn't help but sigh as he imagined her crimson face right about now, "I-I'm okay…"

Kanata cocked an eyebrow and asked, "Really…?"

"Really…" she replied and he could almost see her giving him an assuring smile, "I'm fine… Pierre's showing me around the house…"

Another sigh escaped his lips and he muttered, "Alright then…"

He was about to hang up when she called, "Kanata…?"

"What?" he asked so abruptly that he was sure she had almost dropped the phone and so he repeated in a more cautious tone, "what is it…?"

"Erm…" she started.

Kanata was definitely losing his patience with her.

"When are you coming back?" she asked and Kanata could almost feel her getting nervous.

Kanata considered this for a while. He still had a couple of paper works to do and he was vaguely familiar with a meeting with the human resources department in an hour. He looked at his watch. It flashed 1600.

"I'd be back before nine," he muttered.

"Oh…" he heard her say.

He frowned and asked, "Why…? What's wrong…?"

"Oh it's nothing…" she shrugged.

Another sigh escaped his lips and he repeated, "What's wrong…?"

There was such a weird pause that Kanata considered hanging up. But before he could do anything at all, he heard her speak again. But he couldn't quite make out what she had actually said.

He frowned and asked, "Come again…?"

"Erm… ah… Could… could you… could you come home soon?"

His frown deepened.

"Why?" he asked, curtly.

He heard an intake of breath and then a sigh.

"Never mind…" she said, "forget I said anything…"

He sighed for what he imagined to be the nth time that day and muttered, "I'd be there before an hour…"

"What…?" he heard her gasp.

"An hour…" he repeated clearly, "could you wait that long…?"

There was silence.

Then—

"Of course…" she said cheerfully.

Kanata felt a weird feeling in his system that he was never used to. It felt weird and at the same time, comfortable. Despite himself, he felt the corners of his lips rise.

"Hm… Bye then…" he said and hung up.

He replaced the receiver and looked around the room, his auburn orbs not registering anything that he saw. He was deep in thought. At that moment, the door to his office opened and his secretary walked in with a steaming cup in her hand.

"Your espresso sir…" she said with a small smile and placed it on a coaster on his glass table.

"Cancel all my plans for today," he said draining the cup with one sip.

"What…?" gasped his secretary and then added, "….sir…?"

"Did I not make myself clear?" he asked, getting to his feet and repeated through clenched teeth, "cancel my plans for today…"

"But sir…" she started in vain but he was already half-way out of the office. But then, he suddenly stopped.

He turned and looked at her thoughtfully.

"Sir…?" she asked, expectantly.

He frowned and asked, "I need an appointment with Hikarigaoka…"

His secretary frowned and before she could stop herself asked, "But isn't Dr. Hikarigaoka a maternity doctor?"

"Yes, so?" he asked, giving her a weird look.

She flushed and then asked hesitatingly, "for whom shall the appointment be drawn, sir?"

"For whom…?" he repeated and after a thoughtfully look, he smirked and then muttered lightly, "Mrs. Miyu Saionji"

"W-what?' gasped his secretary with a blank look on her face.

"No," said Kanata with an after-thought, confusing his secretary more than necessary, "draw it for Mrs. Miyu Kanata Saionji… that would get that flirt to send an appointment sooner… Nine A.M tomorrow…"

With that the brunet left the office, closing the door with a quick snap and the raven-haired secretary of his jaw-dropped.

"Oh my god!" she whispered.

She picked up her mobile in frenzy and dialed a number frantically and gasped into it, "Hello…? You would never believe this! Kanata Saionji is married!"

Yours, Mine and Ours

Miyu sat down at the edge of the massive bed, with a depressed sigh. She looked around the room and a sort of depressing feel went down her throat as she glanced over at the colossal room. If she had thought that the Honey-moon suite had been huge, then she had no idea what would be the right adjective to be used to describe Kanata Saionji's room.

The gigantic bed on which she sat at the moment was as soft as feather or may be even clouds. But it was not fluffy like the one at the hotel. What she first thought were walls turned out to be concealing within it things that she had imagined to exist only in the sci-fi movies.

She had first received a shock when Pierre gave her a handsome remote and asked her to press 5, which when done opened one of the wall-like doors revealing a revolving case containing the most exquisite types of watches.

And after Pierre left to fetch her something to eat, she had tried every button in the remote and was amazed to find that there were a section completely empty but for a small cabinet on which was placed the framed-photograph of a beautiful brunette wearing a warm smile.

She hadn't even taken one step towards it when a ringing noise erupted inside the room. Bewildered, she looked around only to spot the phone attached to the wall ringing. She had picked it up only to hear her brunet husband's voice.

With a few words, she thought that he sounded worried—But when he was about to hang up, she couldn't help but feel a little alone without him. So, she had asked how long it would take him to come back and one thing to another, he promised that he'd be there within an hour.

She smiled to herself as she remembered his hasty assurance that he'd be home soon.

Yours, Mine and Ours

"Good afternoon, Mr. Saionji," greeted the two confused guards as he made his way through the glass doors and into his mansion.

He knew they were almost perplexed that he had made it home before his usual time. He was too but he'd rather not ponder over the mystery of why he'd suddenly decide to make her wish his command.

Through another few sets of doors, he was right outside his own room. He stopped before the huge mahogany doors, wondering why suddenly the burden of having her under his responsibility had multiplied manifold.

True, he had thought about a lot of things when he decided to get married to her. But he had not thought for one moment how his life would change. All he had thought about was how he was going to handle it. Not how it would affect his existence.

"Having second thoughts, Master Kanata?" a crisp voice came from behind him.

Kanata didn't have to turn around to recognize his caretaker, Mr. Pierre Atkinson.

"I never have second thoughts, Pierre," he muttered, lightly without turning around. He wondered how truthful that statement was.

He heard the old man chuckle.

"I hope you know what you are doing, Master Kanata".

Kanata chose not to reply. Instead, he opened the door to his room and getting in, closed it with a snap.

The blonde sitting at the edge of his bed started.

"Kanata…?" she whispered.

He sighed lightly and walked over to the bed and sat down a feet away from her. She watched tensely as he stretched, his head tilted back. His brunet hair was swaying lightly as he breathed heavily with his eyes closed.

"Um… Kanata…?"

"Hn?" he responded, with a frown, his eyes still closed as he tried to focus his thoughts on nothing in particular.

"Can I ask you something…?" she asked, tenderly.

"Hn" was his response, yet again.

"Well… It's been bothering me for a while now…" she started and he didn't have to open his auburn irises to realize that she was fidgeting and probably, crimson in the face.

He breathed out.

"Why-why did you ask me to marry you?"

Kanata came to a sitting position narrowing his auburn orbs at the blonde. He gave her a questioning glare that made her blush even more that she already had.

"I just wanted to know…" she mumbled lightly, her emerald orbs fixed on her lap, where both her hands were entwined together.

He sighed.

"Why…?" he asked lightly, more to himself than to her.

She looked at him expectantly.

"I guess…" he started, frowning and then turning to look into her emerald orbs finished, "I guess I wanted to take responsibility…"

"That could even be done without getting married," she said before she could stop herself.

"You're right…" he muttered, turning away from her, "there are other ways…"

There was silence.

Miyu suddenly had a weird feeling inside her stomach. It was as though someone inside of her was scolding her for asking such stupid questions. Well, she thought, there is a possibility.

"But…" he said suddenly, making her almost jump.

"But…?" she whispered.

"I…" he breathed, "I always had this thing…"

"What thing?" she asked, abruptly.

He glared at her indicating her to stop with the questions, which she did with a small apology.

"I was at this place," he said, frowning as though it was pretty hard for him to string two words together, "…but… with that one night, I came stumbling down…"

Miyu frowned.

"I wanted to get back to that place again…" he said, "I wanted to be right… I didn't want to be against my own principles… and this is what felt right to me…"

The corners of her lips rose as she saw the brunet trying to tell her how he felt about getting married after a one-night-stand. Suddenly, everything felt clear for her. What he is trying to say and why they were together…

He turned to look into her emerald orbs and finished, "I won't be able to get back to my original place… but I can still try… and this is the best way I could think of…"

Miyu gave him a warm smile.

"You're so sweet…" she said, unable to control the smiles breaking free from her lips.

He looked into her warm emerald orbs, his own auburn irises suddenly wide, lost in the depths of her eyes.

A tinge of crimson creased his cheeks and he turned away from her at once and muttered under his breath, "and… that's why I don't talk much…"

She smiled at the brunet, contented.

There was more silence.

Once again, it was the brunet who broke it.

"Um… I got an appointment for you to meet a Doctor tomorrow morning at nine…"

"That's… nice…" she said, trying to feel happy about it. For a moment there, she almost forgot that she had a life growing inside of her and it needed to be taken care of.

"Pierre would be a pain but he'll take care of you," he continued, standing up but not turning to look at her.

"Pierre…?" asked Miyu and before she could even think about what she was saying asked, standing up as well, "Aren't you coming…?"

He turned to look at her with a frown and asked, "Me…?"

She smiled and taking a step closer to him said, crossing her arms across her chest, "of course… it's your responsibility after all… right, Kanata?"

He tilted his head sideways and cocking his eyebrows said with a smirk, "tomorrow morning at nine, then…"

She gave him a cheerful smile and nodded.

"So… what's with all of those questions earlier?" he asked, lightly, "are you not happy to be a Saionji…?"

She smiled again and her emerald orbs twinkled as she leaned forward towards him and with a light brush of her lips against his cheeks said, "as a matter of fact, I'm loving it…"

She withdrew and smiled at the brunet. But the latter was a little speechless. He was gaping at her and then suddenly, a light tinge of crimson appeared across his cheeks and he said, "I-I'm go-going to t-take a ba-bath…"

Miyu heaved a sigh of relief with a slightly red face and dropped on her new bed, gazing at the brunet walking stiffly through a door and snapped it shut behind him. Despite herself, Miyu couldn't stop the smiles that crept across her face.

Suddenly everything felt so light and graceful.

But the brunet seemed to find this sudden grace, very bothering. It was making his feel warm and comfortable—something he was never used to since his mom passed away. He sighed, the back of his head touching the door, lightly. He closed his eyes, deep in thought.

Yours, Mine and Ours

The blond put down the receiver, his azure blue eyes wide with shock. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. This must be a dream, he thought. Checking that he was indeed alone, he slapped himself and found the pain excruciating. It was no dream.

There was a soft knock on the door and a voice called, "can I come in, Dr. Hikarigaoka?"

The blond cleared his throat lightly and muttered, "Come in…"

A middle-aged woman walked in and placed a paper on his table among all the medical equipments of his, for him to sign. He peered at it, perplexed wondering whether what is written in it was the truth.

Mrs. Miyu Kanata Saionji

There was no mistake.

How could this be?

When did that spoiled brat get married?

How come his wife is pregnant?

How long had he been married?

He hastily signed it and asked his attendant to leave. As soon as the confused lady closed the door, the blond picked up the phone beside his stethoscope and tapping his feet impatiently, muttered into it, "connect me to Santa's office, now…"

A few seconds later…

The blond sighed at the sound of Santa's machine, "hey… its Nozomu… call me when you get this message… it's about Kanata… you wouldn't believe this!"

End Chapter 5

A/N: How was it? Any good…? If its bad, hope it'll get better soon ;-)

Now, for today's thought:

"Don't aim to be a slave in Heaven.

Aim to be the King of Hell!"

Alexander