So this is the continuation and I hope that all of you have liked my story so far. I have decided to go into a little more detail and postpone the lemon content for the next few chapters as I am trying to make a proper storyline out of it. I have already written the next five chapters and am extremely nervous about posting them because 1. I have never written a lemon and 2. I am not sure that my storyline appeals to everyone. I honestly haven't been this nervous in a long time. Thank you to all of you who have continued reading. I hope that you continue to do so and that you like it. Please post your thoughts!

Part III

Takumi

The ride to the safe house had been miserable. Periodically I stole glances her way and I couldn't get a read on what she was thinking. When I pulled into the safe house and had opened the garage door I finally felt like I could breathe again. She was safe. I could care less about myself.

It wasn't until I turned off the ignition and looked over at Misaki that noticed just how pale she really was.

"Usui…" she had trailed off and I felt my heart lurch as her eyes fluttered closed and she passed out. I panicked. I never panicked.

What the hell was my problem? I had been through some of the toughest training in the world and one beautiful girl had broken me. It had taken me a while to sort through the feelings that I had for the Raven haired beauty next to me. Her stubbornness and no-nonsense attitude had intrigued me.

I had been expecting a weak and helpless girl when I took the assignment, and instead I had been confronted with a whirlwind of fire and ice. I had had my share of experiences with women. It had been part of the training to learn how to be charming and get what I had wanted with my looks. Misaki was not fooled and no matter what methods I tried she would have none of it. I had loved that.

I glanced over to the passenger seat. I took her pulse, checked her breathing and gave out a sigh of relief. I grinned to myself thinking that there wouldn't be a moment like this again where I could inspect her this closely and not have fist in my face. She was so damn feisty I thought.

Her head had slumped down onto her shoulder and I lifted it up carefully so as not to disturb her slumber. I stared. Even though she had make-up all over her face, her long black lashes and smooth skin gave me ragged breaths. I gently lowered her head, opened the driver's side door and retreated from the car.

Calm down Usui. I said to myself. Fuck! I said as I punched the wall with my fists and looked back over to the car. I need to calm down I said to myself as my manhood stretched against my jeans. I took a few ragged breaths to control myself and then went back to the car.

In long strides I gently opened the passenger side door. Misaki's head had fallen back onto her shoulder and her long legs were stretched out giving her an ethereal look. Her shirt had fallen down her shoulder on one side and I could see a white sports bra.

I started sweating.

Ehem. I cleared my throat gently. I grabbed part of her shirt with my thumb and forefinger and pulled it back onto the shoulder where it belonged.

Having her here is going to be more difficult than I thought I surmised. I leaned over and gently unbuckled her seat belt. Pulling back my hand I accidently grazed her chest and my eyes widened.

What the hell? I thought. Something was definitely going on in that shirt of hers but I knew better than to find out. My struggle was real as I felt my pants tighten again and my palms got extremely sweaty.

I'm not even gonna make it one night if this continues, I though bleakly. As I lifted her out of the car her head fell forward, she mumbled something I didn't understand and her long slender arms went around my neck.

Shit. I stood perfectly still like a deer in the headlights. She pressed herself against me hugging me closer and I had to back against the wall taking ragged shallow breathes to keep from dropping her. I could carry her alright, it wasn't that. It was the feelings that she was stirring up in me that had me completely undone. It took me a moment to regain my composure and thankfully when I looked down to see if Misaki was alright, I was only able to see the top of her head.

I carried her down three flights of steps and stepped in front of a titanium wall meant to keep intruders out and us in. A computerized female voice prompted my passcode while scanning my retinas for verification. The panel slid open and I stepped in. As if on cue the panel behind me closed. I walked through the dark having memorized the layout a year ago, and headed straight for the bedroom. I gently placed Misaki on the large king sized bed and looked at her. I brushed a strand of raven hair out of her face, covered her with a blanket and kissed her on the forehead.

What the hell Usui? You can't do shit like that. You're a bodyguard nothing more nothing less. Watch yourself. I was mad at myself for my brief moment of weakness as I walked silently out of the room and closed the door.

Lights on. I murmured into the darkness as the lights turned on. The safe house I had found out, had been something called a smart house and I was able to control various things such as lights, air and even the TV with voice controls. Technology I thought. I walked silently through the house heading towards the kitchen.

I went to the pantry and looked around. They really had thought of everything as I surveyed the contents of the pantry. Oh it had food, but there were trash bags, cleaning supplies and other materials to make unwanted things go away. I shrugged. It was going to be a long night and I had to return to the café and dispose the bodies before the café opened again in the morning.

I sighed and glanced over at the bedroom, what would she think of me now? Hell, what did she think of me before? I gave a rueful laugh. Misaki never let her feelings show but somehow I always knew what mood she was in and how to cheer her up. I got up and quietly left the safe house so that I could travel back to the café that was the scene of such a violent spectacle and hour earlier.

It had only been an hour since all hell had broken loose in the café I thought as I drove up to the café.

It had taken me less than ten minutes to back up the car into the alley next to the café and dump both bodies, now frozen, into the trunk. One last glance around the room assured me that I had not forgotten anything. I would be back for the car after I had disposed of the bodies.

An hour later both the car and the remains were gone. No one would find them. I was way too good at this I thought.

I grimaced at how easy it had been to dispose of the bodies and the car. It was definitely not the part of my training that I had enjoyed when I had gone through the academy. I had already informed Misaki's "family" of her disappearance. Misaki's so-called mom had been hired by Misaki's real family a long time ago to take care of her and keep her safe. The little sister had been an added bonus. She had been a no name child that had been taken out of an orphanage to make the whole thing more believable.

It always amazed me at how ruthless rich families could be. They had the power to interrupt lives and play with these lives like it was their own personal game of chess. My family had been the same. The Walker family. One of the richest families in the world. I had been glad that I left when I was 14.

Misaki's family wasn't much different than my own. She had been lucky though. She didn't have to grow up with the rules of always having to be the best of the best. Her fake family had provided her with the necessary life so that she could grow up normal and free from those kinds of restrictions. The text that I had sent to "the swan" or rather Misaki's fake mom, had been brief but precise. The text in two words "It's time" had informed the swan that it had been time to go into hiding. It was a shame really that the only one who had been left in the dark was Misaki. Her so called mother and sister both knew that they really weren't family.

It made me angry thinking that she had been used. Just as I had been the first 14 years of my life I thought grimly. I sighed looking over towards the bedroom where Misaki slept. If only I could lead a normal life, I would want it to be just like what I had experienced in the last year with Misaki. I smiled. Yes. I would have actually asked her out for real instead of being such a creeper all the time.

I thought back to the festival. It had been the last time we had been somewhat intimate. The kiss had been great and the fireworks had gone off behind us. Like a scene from a movie I thought ruefully. I looked over towards the bedroom.

She had been sleeping for some time and when I looked up at the clock I realized that it was early morning already. One o'clock. She probably hates me for lying to her. Fuck. I thought. It was going to be a rough day.

She was going to have a ton of questions and I didn't really know how to answer them without hurting her. I ran my hand through my long hair and stepped into the kitchen and headed to the table where my gun had been placed. In an effort to take my mind off of Misaki I sat down and began to expertly click the pieces of my gun apart. I began cleaning the barrel and other parts of my gun when I glanced up to see Misaki staring at me.