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In addition, my dad confiscated my internet because he found out that I was still in touch with this guy who my dad doesn't know is my bf …long story -.- (I'm stealing it at the moment)

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His emerald eyes showed nothing of his real self

Chapter 5- The cursed reserve

Misa POV

Sleep refused to come to me even as the beautiful rays of dawn made their way into the room. A ring on my cell phone brought me back from the abyss of my imagination.

Feigning drowsiness, I murmured onto the gadget, "Hello?"

My manager's urgent voice yelled in all the way from the United States, "Light, I'm sorry to wake you up; there's been a change in your schedule. The fans are willing to pay 10000 yen per seat for your next concert. The fans of K-"

"Cut to the chase, Tamaki-sempai." I pretended to yawn, "My sleep has been cut down enough as it is."

"The problem is your rival; Koga and his band want the same spot for the same night."

Surprise got the adrenaline pumping. I sat up and said, "Well, I don't know. When's the concert again?"

"It will be taking place in a week at Akihabara."

"Fine, we're going in. This concert will be boosting our charts off the hook."

"I know; I'm flying in there in…like…right now! I have to go!" Tamaki-sempai yelled and the line went dead. Why was she always in a hurry?

A tenor filled the atmosphere, "Misa-chan, why didn't you sleep all night?" HE KNEW?!

My teeth suddenly began to chatter lightly as I looked up at him. Those emerald orbs seemed to pierce my mask of calm and see right through my soul. I tried to change the topic, "We have a concert at Akihabara in a week. Koga and his band also planned to steal the place but hey, our fans want to pay ten grand per seat."

I felt this surge of warmth when I saw that look in his eyes. It said that he understood my edginess and decided not to bother me with that topic.

Takumi-I mean Usui, spoke, "Well Misa-chan. We should be rehearsing instead of dawdling. Freshen up and we'll go downstairs for breakfast. And hey, it's my turn to take the bathroom first."

I sat up and looked for my wig. Where the hell did it go? I didn't recall taking it off.

Usui was humming in the bathroom. He definitely did something! He only hummed like that if he did something stupid. Rage poured into my veins and I banged the door, "USUI TAKUMI, OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR I WILL CASTRATE YOU!"

The door swung open to reveal Usui in a short towel. My human side let the adrenaline and some other hormone flow into my system and my eyes were fixated on his perfect body. His lean gangly build hid the perfect muscles underneath. I noticed the tattoo he had. It spread from his collarbone and went halfway across his right pectoral muscle, pointing towards the center. He didn't look steroid-ed up nor did he look undernourished.

Suddenly, every part of me ached to touch that perfect sculpture of a person that was Usui.

A voice intruded my perverse train of thought, saving me from any more visions.

"Misa-chan, are you done checking me out or do I have to remove the towel as well?"

I felt my cheeks boil with embarrassment, "Shut up, you pervert! You just caught me by surprise and I never knew an undead creature would have a tattoo that had the kanji of Kamikaze and the pattern of sharp blades like…" I was at a loss to describe the tattoo. It suited him perfectly and yet it contrasted his true nature so much.

"Misa-chan, I'm going to shower," His lips formed a knowing smirk, "If you're not done checking me out, you could come along too, y'know."

I punched him hard on the gut, only to feel iron hard muscles covered by the softest, silkiest skin. I felt blood flood my cheeks as I turned away.

When he was done, he stepped out and I did everything I could to avoid looking at him. As I walked towards the washroom, he grabbed my arm and spun me around. I kept my vision averted; I refused to trust my own mind and pituitary gland, thank you very much.

He firmly held my chin and turned my shy gaze to him. It was the ultimatum.

His wet hair clung to the sides of his face; his golden locks in sync with his emerald eyes. The droplets made the hormone rush kick into overdrive and I closed my eyes, trying to rid myself of it.

"Misa…" His voice was hypnotizing, "Open your eyes."

I did as ordered only to see his eyes riveted on mine. His eyes were an ominous ruby red instead of his normal emerald ones.

I started, "Don't-"

He forced his fangs into my neck, piercing skin and muscle, whatever lay there. It hurt. I felt my neck being ripped apart, and the fear pulsating through my blood did little to ease it. I tried everything I could to push him off but one-half of my sanity didn't want this to stop. I wanted to help him. That part overruled all other options and instead, I let him take what he wanted. Why was I so prone to weakness in front of Usui? I'd never felt this surge and fluctuation of emotions ever since…ever since him. That had been a mistake, a cruel prank that Lady Fate played on me herself…why me?

Once he was done, his frightening ruby eyes melded back into their natural hue. My neck was supposed to be throbbing in pain but I felt none. My fingers traced over my wound to find two small points where the fangs pierced them, but I smelt little blood. The force he used was enough to leave a gash that kept on bleeding. What the hell did he do?

Blood trickled down the side of his bloodstained lips and the truth suddenly seemed to dawn upon him. His eyes widened and he embraced me, his voice on the brink of breaking.

"Misaki, I'm sorry! I lost control and I haven't drunk any blood since that day when you shot me! I couldn't hold it in anymore."

Those words hit me like an oncoming truck. He hadn't drunk any blood for over six months?!

"You idiot, how'd you survive?" I demanded.

"You disliked it when I bit that girl. I didn't want to disappoint you."

I slapped my forehead, "Fool, it's in your nature to drink blood. You can't hurt yourself trying to listen to others."

"I wanted to make you happy. I've never felt like this for any other girl before."

I had to hold back, "How many girls did you use that line on?"

"None at all, Misa-chan." He explained. His voice was stern; it couldn't be lying.

"I picked up girls by complimenting their looks and using them and then hurting them. I can't do that to you. In fact, I want to protect you…"

I tried to lighten the atmosphere, "Well Mister knight in shining armor, what do you do to protect me from this?" I pointed towards my wound.

He smiled and leant in, causing me to instinctively recoil and step back. He pulled me forward and traced his tongue over the wound. I moved back and said, "What the fuck are you doing?"

I hated it when he had that knowing little smirk. It totally riled up my temper.

I got up and turned for the washroom.

As I cupped my hands together and brushed the cool refreshing waters on my face, I looked up to the mirror and let out a shrill scream to see some looming figure behind me.

It was Usui, and he was still in a short towel.

"Misa-chan, need me to help you take a bath?" He smirked.

I was even more embarrassed than before, considering the fact that I was in nothing but a short towel that barely covered my thighs. I tried to push him out when he suddenly placed his lips against my neck again. Only this time, he didn't bite. He sucked and licked the place where he bit me minutes before and bloody hell, I wasn't going to let him throw me into another overdrive.

I tried to push him back and that stupidest thing happened. I actually felt something rub against my groin and regardless of what I thought, my body loved it. It wanted more. Before I ended up having sex with some stranger, I pushed him off, saying, "Go find some other girl for all this. Don't even think about touching me."

After I kicked him out, I let the cold water cool me down. What was I thinking? He was a vampire! He even had the noble line of Walkers unofficially. Me? I was a mere Hunter, with no ancestry or sizeable inheritance. It didn't work that way.

…

"Toshiro-kun, what's that on your neck? Are you hurt?" A girl of my class, Sakura, sat down beside me in the cafeteria and asked.

Shock made my spine straighten. I tried to lie, "Oh no, I kept the window open last night. A mosquito came in."

"Oh, I know! The little devils are always onto us, aren't they?" With that, she launched into a long story about how she got dengue fever from a mosquito when she visited her cousin-in-law in Bangladesh.

Her rant helped me clear my own head. Why was Usui continuously trying to use me that way? The sick bastard actually thought I was going to let him have his way with me?!

Well here we are . have a nice day and r&r :3