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A/N: I would like to say thanks to Hotoami and lilac09 for reviewing and giving me suggestions on how to improve this fanfic as well as thank judedeath for having interest in my fanfic! You each earned a big piece of brownie! =) Okay, on with the story! Please read and review!

Oh yeah btw, I revised the last chapter and made it longer, if you guys didn't already read it…

Chapter 5 – Izumi's Dilemma

Izumi ended up sneaking back to his bedroom, for he could not really think of an excuse to sleep elsewhere. He knew it would cause problems, like why he actually took her into his chambers if he decided to sleep somewhere else. He crept silently in the hallways, not wanting to wake anyone up. He opened the door quietly and slipped into his bedroom. He walked to the sleeping girl and couldn't help but stare at Mizuki.

Now that Izumi took a better look at her face, he realized that she looked a bit like his fiancé. Actually now that he thought about it, they shared the same name and last name. But what are the chances of his fiancé coming here? After all, he thought, he hadn't seen her for so many years. 'Would she even remember me?' He wondered how Princess Mizuki looked now. It's been so long since he's seen her. Is she still the same little girl that used to follow him around, that would cry when something happened? Perhaps that's what attracted him to this girl here. 'Mere attraction, that's all' he convinced himself. After all, how could he fall in love with any other girl than Mizuki, the girl he gave his heart to all those years ago?

Izumi tried to picture his Mizuki as he put his head on his bed that was currently occupied. 'Perhaps, she'll still have her long, brown locks of silky hair.' How he longed to touch her soft, silky hair. Unconsciously, his left hand moved towards the sleeping Mizuki's head, and started running his fingers through it. 'Yes, it will feel just like that' he thought, and slept in that uncomfortable position, with him kneeling down onto the ground, his face borrowing a little bit of space of the bed.

When morning came, Mizuki found herself awake in someone's room. She wanted to raise her right hand to rub her eyes, but found that she couldn't lift them?! Glancing down, she saw Prince Izumi asleep on the ground by the bed. His hand was clasped over hers, clutching hard as if he were afraid if he loosened it, she would disappear. Taking in the surroundings around her, she noticed how his room is very clean. The walls were painted beige. His pillow and curtains looked tan. His silvery, silky blankets were crisscrossed in a diamond shaped pattern.

Then, Prince Izumi stirred awake. "Hey," he greeted Mizuki, his hand still holding hers. Mizuki started blushing, a tint of red apparent on her cheeks. "Um, Prince Izumi?" "Mmm?" he asked. She gestured her hand. "Can you let go?" Izumi immediately let go and apologized in his princely manner. "Sorry," he grunted. He scratched his head. "Um yesterday you fell asleep, so I wasn't sure where to you know…" he trailed off. "I see. Thank you, my prince," she told him. She got off his bed covers and stretched. "It's a beautiful day today!" she exclaimed. "Right," he answered, getting up from his awkward position and stretched out his cramped arms and legs.

'I wonder why she disguised herself as a guy though, although I do not think it would bode well if I were to ask her myself' Izumi thought silently, stealing a quick glance at the oblivious girl. 'Why do I feel so damn comfortable with her?! It's as if I've known her forever.'

"Um…I'm going to go down ahead for breakfast," he told her, feeling very uncomfortable around her.

Mizuki looked confused for a second. "Wait!" she called, but he already shut the door. 'Prince Izumi…you aren't going to shower or even brush your teeth first?! Men' she grumbled and headed to his washroom to brush her teeth. She spurt some toothpaste onto her index finger and started brushing. Hey, there was no way she's going to use his brush. That would be like an indirect kiss or something, not to mention gross. Satisfied with her work, she opened the door, looked left and right, making sure no one was around, and stepped out.

She entered the kitchen and put on her apron, which was light blue. 'What should I make for his breakfast?' she thought silently. She carefully eyed her ingredients. 'Chocolate chip pancakes it is then' she thought and started cooking, putting her effort into preparing the gloomy prince's food. She hoped this would bring a smile to his face. But she didn't know a certain prince hated sweets and would throw a tantrum.

"What's this?" the said prince eyed the food with uttermost disgust. "It's chocolate chip pancakes," Mizuki replied cheerfully. "Take it away," he told her. "I don't eat sweets." "But!" she protested. "There's a first time for everything! You didn't even try it yet. It's not good to waste food." He glanced up and looked at her straight in the eye. "Are you going against my order?" he said intimidating her. Mizuki could feel the heavy pressure falling on her. But she's not going to be defeated that easily, or else she's not called Ashiya Mizuki. "I wouldn't dare to, my dear prince," she sugarcoated those words sweetly. "But my prince, you shouldn't waste food at all. Won't you be a good little boy and eat your breakfast?" she spoke to him like he was a little kid trying to get out of eating asparagus by refusing the food. Izumi glared at her. The maids and servants around them giggled. Their prince was acting like such a spoilt child!

Izumi eyed the pancakes again and looked like he wanted to pout but couldn't. So it ended up with him scowling and having a grumpy face. "Throw it away," he repeated, but Mizuki took this chance to slip a piece of pancake into his mouth. "How is it, Prince?" she asked.

To his surprise, the pancake wasn't that sweet. The flavor was just right. "It's not sweet," he realized. "Of course not," said Mizuki. "After all, I used dark chocolate chips so that it wouldn't be too sweet," she stated proudly. "Now, won't you finish your breakfast?"

Izumi grumbled cutely, like a little kid being caught doing something bad. "I'll eat it," he said, defeated. "But how did you know I didn't like sweets?"

Mizuki looked at him and shrugged. "I didn't," she replied. "But I had a hutch. After all, I think dark chocolate pancakes taste the best and there hasn't been anyone in history that hated my chocolate pancakes, hence why I made you eat them!" she told him.

'Great' he thought sarcastically.

A/N: Well, how was that chapter? In the next chapter, there's going to be an unexpected visitor. I wonder who it is? He's coming from afar. *hint hint* Well, please read and review! After all, your reviews do matter!