Pont D'Amour Chapter 2: Even the sweetest dreams will never do, an angelic layer fanfic

Pont D'Amour; journey 2: Sweetest dream will never do

Suppp guise. I don't own Angelic Layer; just a few unfamiliar characters

'Cause even when I dream of you

The sweetest dream will never do

'Cause I still miss you baby

"Why?" Lars asked, breaking the deplorable silence.

"I can't be married to a girl I just met. I can't be a prince. It's just not me, you know? There's so much out there and I am right here. I'm running away; I'm leaving this place," he stated, looking into Lars's eyes. "That's why I leave my best friend in your hands," He hid his feelings ever so quickly, just hoping Lars wouldn't notice his flamboyant feelings or just kept quiet about them. Misaki was too… naïve to figure out such a complicated feeling. He'd liked to keep it that way.

"Sure. Though she'd be heartbroken to see you missing," His remark stabbed him in the chest with such brutal honesty. He was right. It wasn't right for him to leave without- no, his mind was made up.

"I know," He made it to his father's office. "Father I have another worker-,"

"DEAR LORD! Where have you been!? You're mother and I were about to call the police!" His father got up from his seat, hugged his boy and looked down at the child, "Sure. I'll give you to Misaki-san because she's such a great teacher too," The boy's eyes lit up with gratitude.

"Thank you so much! You won't be disappointed," Oujiro let them boy run back to the maid's manor.

"You're mother and I will talk to you later about your marriage," Oujiro's eye twitched.

"Of course," his father looked up.

"You're awfully quiet," Oujiro snapped out of it.

"I guess,"

He was ready to leave. He packed what he wanted and jumped out of his window. He sprinted down the sidewalks, trying to keep quiet as possible. He made a quick move and ran into a bush when he heard a sign of life. He heard someone singing. He looked beyond the leaves and regretted not leaving earlier.

Misaki was singing to herself in front of her room. She seemed to be in the greatest of moods. He thought about waiting until she left but who knows when she would leave. He got up and showed himself. She stopped singing and looked to his bag.

Her song came to a terriple pause. He hated that he had to ruin such a beautifu song. He walked over to her and sat down next to her. She looked down and away. "Why do you have a bag," the question shoved his conscious away; he couldn't think. She asked it so innocently and cruelly all together. He couldn't answer.

"Why?" She was growing impatient. He knew he have to answer fast. Misaki was never impatient with anyone. This has to be the first, he thought.

"I'm leaving this place,"

"All I can ask is why?" she turned to his face.

"I can't stand being a prince,"

"So you're just going to run away?" She asked coldly. Tears emerged in her stone eyes. They were petrified, showing her feelings the most on her face. He looked into them, and was consumed. He tilted his head to hers and kissed her lips. She closed her eyes and went along. Her lips tasted like sweet honey and he couldn't get enough. He stopped and looked into her eyes. He stared into them, trying to memorize them.

"If I were a prince I wouldn't be able to do this anytime I wished," he whispered in between the gap between them. She backed away slowly. "See? I know exactly what you about to say," He turned away.

"You're running away because of me?" His heart stopped, "if I would have-," he stopped her before she could continue.

"No way in the world. I want to see the world for itself and meet new people. I'm stuck here," she shook her head. He took her hands. "10 years ago I brought a magnificent girl among my family and brought her into our maid industry. I always watched you as you helped other maids; when you played with me. And I slowly realized that my feelings for you weren't for best friends,"

"But,"

"I know,"

"Then don't,"

"You think it's that easy to shush away these feelings for you, Misaki?" He was growing aggravated.

"I know it's not," He turned to her, "I've had to do it for the longest," His eyes widened. He brought her closer and kissed her once, but different from the first one. He was mourning. He began releasing the feeling that he had been holding; he knew he didn't want to leave her. Just the thought paralyzed his feet from taking another step. He didn't want to stop.

"Oujiro-sama," she tried pushing him away.

"I'm sorry," he took the side of his hand and hit her neck just enough to lay her to sleep. "Hopefully you won't remember a thing, Misaki-chan,"

"Ou-chan," she whispered before her eyes fluttered closed. He felt her hand in his pocket and returned it to her.

She had said his child nickname. No one ever called him that besides her to this day. His parents referred him to Ou-chan when talking about cute, little memories. He looked down to her face, which set in his lap. He kissed her forehead.

"I'll be the one who loves you the most," He whispered before picking her up and returning her to her quarter. He laid her down on her bed and to one last glance at his maiden. He closed his eyes and gathered her face. He never wanted to forget her personality, her face, or her smile. He turned away from her, not to see her again for a while.

He wouldn't regret this. He vowed he would return to Misaki.

He closed her door softly and continued onward to the gate. He sighed and images of him wiping tears away from her face returned. He shook them off, but they were imprinted into his mind. He was scarred. He wished she hadn't ever gone outside or began singing. He looked into his pocket and felt an unfamiliar object. He lost his breath.

"Your ring," he breathed.

"'I'm sorry,' he took the side of his hand and hit her neck just enough to lay her to sleep. "Hopefully you won't remember a thing, Misaki-chan,"

'Ou-chan,' she whispered before her eyes fluttered closed. He felt her hand in his pocket and returned it to her. "

"—You," His hand embraced the ring. He kept walking.

He kept walking.

"Everyone get up!" Maids scurried around the main house. "Young Master has run away!" Maids ran everywhere. They looked in bushes, in trees, and even called the police. Misaki woke up blank. She couldn't remember anything from last night. She felt panicked.

"Oujiro-sama?" she got up from the bed and walked slowly to her window. "I can't," she looked to her hand. "It—" She was lost. She couldn't gather all the commotion at once. Her mind was turning, churning the information; burning it as soon at it hit her fragile ears. It was too loud. Everyone was yelling a ruckus. She couldn't take it. Why am I so vulnerable? Why? She buckled to her knees, hands clasping her ears, protecting them from the chaos outside.

"You're gone," she whispered to her knees, hands still at her ears. She heard muffled voices screaming her name. She wouldn't answer, no not until she figured out what was with this vulnerability. "Oujiro-sama?" She looked up to the ceiling. "Come back to me soon," she released pleading tear. She lifted herself back up and headed towards Master's office. He goes there whenever he's panicked, she thought. She knew him well enough.

He was her guardian for the longest time.

He kissed her ring, which was now on his chain. He was seated near a window, on a train. He closed his eyes and listened to the monotonous sounds of the tracks. He heard the radio in a nearby room, "Mihara heir missing; mansion in panic. Head master has sent two out in search of the boy. Prayers are with the two," His eyes shot open.

"No,"

Hey there I was listening to 'Moving Mountains' by Usher while writing this. LOLS RIGHT. I hope it's not too depressing. I really do. Reviews are lovely. IT'S LIKE MOOOOOOOOVING MOUNTAINNNNNNNS!