WARNING: chapter is short. Sorry.

Chapter Fifteen

Everything was a mystery,

but I guess we just had to

go with the flow.

Once we got off the plane, we walked to the baggage claim, still in our disguises. When we got there, I saw two men that looked like they were waiting for Ikuto and me. They wore black suits and had Bluetooth on their ears. I glanced at them, and they didn't even notice us. They were looking for a girl with pink hair and a boy with navy blue hair, which was easy to find, and they didn't even have to look at faces. I smiled and looked away, and Ikuto picked up our luggage.
"Ready to leave?" he asked.

I nodded, smiling.

We walked away, without even getting a glance at the men. I bet they were prepared for us not to show up, too, knowing Ikuto. So they might not find this unusual. But what would happen now, after they couldn't find us? Would they check our new house (which I haven't even seen yet)? Or would they go all the way back to Seattle after a call to the hotel? If they did that, though, they wouldn't need to go to Seattle, since they would know that we weren't even checked in anymore. Everything was a mystery, but I guess we just had to go with the flow.

Everything was dark, and I was being led somewhere I couldn't see. I felt two hands on me—one on the small of my back and one on my arm, gripping it tightly. The only thing I could hear was footsteps and gently crashing ocean waves somewhere in the background.
"This way," a man said. I heard a gate door open—squeak—and the man said, "I'll have to oil that…"

Then I lead a couple steps, and the man let go of me for a second. I heard a door open, some footsteps, and then his hands were on me again, in the same spots they were before. He led me up a couple stairs and through a doorway. I heard the door close again, and he took off my blindfold.

"This is home," he said with a smile in his tone.

I looked around. It was wonderful. It was big with an open living room with a chandelier hanging above the entrance. Attached to the living room was the dining room, with an arch that led to the kitchen. Across from the kitchen were stairs that led up to what I believe to be bedrooms. The carpet of the living room was white, in between the living room and dining room was light brown wood, and the dining room floor was shiny white and black rock. I could see in the kitchen the floor was a traditional checkered black and white. There were chandeliers hanging over both the living room coffee table and the dining room table.

"Wow," I said, finally looking at the man, my husband, Ikuto. He smiled and took my hand.

"Let's go upstairs," he said.

We walked up the stairs and I discovered the rooms were only above the kitchen and whatever was behind the stairs (I was guessing a bathroom), which explained the high roof of the living and dining room, and the skylight that was above the space in between them.

There were five rooms, three on the left and two on the right, all doors equally spaced. "These three rooms are empty," he said, gesturing to the three doors on our left. "That one, the farthest to the left," he said, "is our bedroom. And this one," he gestured to the one next to us, on the left as well, "is the guest bedroom. Would you like to see?"

I nodded and we entered. Everything was beach-themed, and I could see why by looking out the glass double-door that led to a small but reasonable-sized deck. This room had the perfect view of the ocean. The pillows on the bed where white and looked like it had the texture of sea-foam. The covers were ocean-water blue, and I could see the sheet was the color of sand. There was a desk with a phone, paper, and pens, and the pens, I could see, were stuck in a glass vase with sand in it. The carpet of the room was sand-colored, and the walls were a nice sky-blue. I looked at the ceiling, and it was the same color, except it had a couple white spots resembling clouds.

"Let's go see our room," Ikuto said with a smile. I smiled back and nodded.

He led me, again, to our room. When he opened the door, my mouth dropped open slightly. It was so beautiful. There was a chandelier (I wondered how many this house had), a huge glass double-door that led to a huge deck that had a perfect (even more perfect than the guest room's) view of the ocean, and a huge window next to the glass double-door.

The carpet and walls were white. The bed frame was black, the pillows were red, the covers were black, and the sheets were white. There was a desk with a black computer, and next to it a telephone. There was also a red dresser. The bed had curtains that could be pulled around it, which I noticed were also red.

I looked back at Ikuto and smiled. He smiled back, and took my hand. We walked out to the deck together, watching the gentle ocean waves.

"So do you like our house?" he asked in a low tone.

"I love it," I said. "It's so beautiful. And such a beautiful view…"

Ikuto kissed my neck. "I have an even more beautiful view right in front of me…," he said, then kissed me.

Kissing Ikuto never got old. Every time he kissed me, I felt static—even more than the last kiss we shared. Everything but us disappears. It's wonderful.

We went inside to get in the bed—our bed—for the first time in this house—our house, soon to become our home.

WARNING! Paragraph below is a depressing excuse of why I haven't updated. If you care, go ahead and read it, I don't care. If you don't care and are just mad at me for not updating, go ahead and skip it (but then if you complain I'll send you a message telling me to give me a break because of the reason below :P).

Sorry about the short chapter and not updating much. It's been pretty busy and... emotional. 1. I've been camping, and 2. You know my brother, the one in the last chapter? You know how he was going to Texas? Well turns out, I found out after I updated that chapter, that he was going to move there. And, since I'm sure you figured out that I live in Washington (because of my appearances when in Seattle), that's pretty far away. Oh, and then I figured he was going to move in September, giving me more time with him. But unfotruanatly, I was told (along with friends of my family) that he was going to move in two weeks. Guess how long ago that was. Two weeks ago. Jake left for Texas yesterday morning at about 6. Everything's been really... sad. Depressing. And blah.

But anyway, I'm back, until I'm gone again. :P

And I'll most likely lose it soon, in about two weeks when it sinks in again that he's not coming back until the holidays.
Yaaay.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! That's my dream house... *-*...
xD

~Grace/TWAP