A lot of thanks for the reviews for the last chapter. To show my gratitude, here's another fast update. I only have three days before the start of school so I'll update as much as I can.

Enjoy because like Chapter Eight, this is a drama-free chapter. It's purely Misaki and Usui moment. Also, forgive me for any grammatical errors. I am nothing but a mere human unlike our Usui who's pure alien XD

Disclaimer: Oh how I hate this part. *sighs* Maid-sama does not belong to me. It is only possessed by our ever beloved Hiro Fujiwara. (Let's praise her so she'd add another chapter for Maid-sama hahaha) It's saddening but it is reality. I have to deal with it.

Rollercoaster of Hearts- Chapter Nine

A coat of eerie silence overcame the two sitting figures on the rooftop. Misaki was contemplating on whether she should spark up a conversation or not because the sound of the breeze, no matter how calm it may seem, was annoying to her ears. She was outraged at how one-a certain jerk-asked her to eat lunch with him and yet when they were finally alone, he'd just sit there and stare blankly into space, completely ignoring her presence. She wondered what really is wrong with the guy beside her. He's complex in a way that she would never understand. One time he's emotional, next he's angry, then he's into teasing mode, and now he's being cold. Misaki groaned in frustration by thinking too much about a person she really shouldn't be paying much attention too. Lucky for her, he finally acknowledged her presence for the first time they've been here.

"What's the matter?" he asked, gaze still focused on whatever he's viewing from a distance. Perhaps it's the sky or the mountains. No matter what it may be, she doesn't care about it. All she needed to put concern now is to get the hell out of this situation she's at right now. She would prefer eating alone under a tree than be here. Thank you very much.

Misaki glared in disbelief at how casual he can question her that without even having the idea that it was him and the silence he offered that mattered with her. Certain, she's the quiet type or most likely a loner but whenever she's alone with a person, making no conversation irritates her.

"What?" Takumi shifted his position so that he was now facing her who has a hint of annoyance on her face which he can't seem to know what caused her to act that way.

"Don't what me, mister," she said with gritted teeth. Her patience was growing thin. They only have less than half an hour left before classes resume and yet she still hasn't started digging in on her bento because of a certain someone who is doing nothing and that alone annoyed her. It's maybe because she disliked the fact that he asked her to lunch yet he didn't bring one with him or because he kept silent throughout the whole time.

"Then how?"

"What do you mean how?"

Takumi, legs still crossed, inched his way closer to Misaki. "You told me not to 'what' you. So how? How come you're looking at me like that?"

"Looking like what?" she reverted back a question at him all the while averting his gaze with arms crossed across her chest.

"You're glaring. Are you mad?"

She scoffed. "And so you finally noticed."

"Why are you mad then?"

"None of your concerns." She was supposed to tell him, right? Well, she isn't Misaki for nothing. She has her pride to protect. She would never admit it to him that something so insignificant such as him not talking to her is what caused her to lose patience moment by moment.

"Eh? I'm pretty sure it's part of my concerns. Why won't you tell me, Misa-chan?" Takumi bended closer to about inches away from the side of her face and smirked when he noticed the disgusted face Misaki made at the mention of the newly given nickname.

"D-don't c-call me Misa-chan, idiot!" Misaki stumbled with her words and turned to glare again at the blonde only to jump in surprise at the proximity of their faces which she hadn't noticed until now. "Idiot! What do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm doing what?" he asked, a trace of amusement evident on his face.

"You're too close! Go away," she exclaimed as she pushed away the boy with a teasing smirk. Oh how she'd love to punch that the living hell out of his face. Sooner or later, if he keeps this act of his-the teasing mode-then she'd really be forced to have to forget he's Patricia's son for a minute and beat the crap out of him senselessly. Fortunate enough, he moved back without too much effort.

"Misa-chan suits you."

"N-no. It doesn't. I have a proper name so I demand you call me by it."

"No thanks."

A nerve popped up on Misaki's head as she scowled at his obstinacy. "What do you mean by that?"

"I like to call you Misa-chan. It makes me feel special," he teased as he grew more amused at her unexpected reactions. He can't deny that he's having fun doing this. Per say it's his way of making it up to her for the previous unfriendly attitude he gave her over the past days after they've met. It wasn't bad to try and be different once in a while.

"And what part of calling me by a disgusting nickname makes you special?"

"I'm the only one calling you that."

"You're not worth being special to me. You're more of a trash that just needed to be punched in the guts," she hissed at him as she grabbed her bento box from beside her into her lap.

"That was harsh, Misa-chan," he said and she snapped her head at him with the common glare she's been giving him. He laughed it away though. "Can't you see I'm compensating on my rude attitude towards you."

"I don't see how the things you're doing could be referred to as a part of compensation. You're more of similarly irritating me all the more."

"You don't like my teasing?"

"Not a chance."

"Hmmm, I'd have to try harder then." He stated before leaning closer again, closing the gap between them. Misaki blushed a little at his bizarre actions causing her to stammer with her words.

"W-w-what are y-you doing?"

"Who knows? Maybe I want to kiss you," Takumi kept inching forwards sending Misaki to lie helplessly on the floor with him hovering above her. He can't help but smile-yes, he's smiling-at the look of her blushing face.

"K-kiss?"

"Yeah. Kiss," He leaned closer and closer until their faces were barely centimeters apart that both of them could already feel the other's breathing across their faces. Misaki, already getting frantic, did the only thing that first came into her mind. She clenched her fist and punched the living days out of him. "JERK!"

Takumi was flown backwards at the force of Misaki's hit causing him to stumble forcefully on the floor, his bottom hitting the floor painfully. He cringed a little at the impact but brushed it away with a smirk. He can't measure how amused he was at the fact that what she did was such a violent thing yet in his eyes, he noted it more of as something cute seeing her fuming with anger all the while blushing.

"You punch like a professional boxer," he commented as he wiped the traces of blood from the corner of his mouth. "That made me doubt on whether you're really a woman or not."

"Shut up, jerk!" she yelled and turned her back on him. To say Misaki was angry would possibly be an understatement. No words could describe what she's feeling right now. It was a mixture of totally different things. She was mad at how he attempted to kiss her as if it was the most common thing in the world.

"Misa-chan," Takumi whined as he placed a hand on Misaki's shoulder which was shrugged away the moment it landed. "C'mon, I was just joking."

"That wasn't funny, Takumi."

"Sorry?" He was anticipating on what he should say next. He's never made a girl this angry before. Even Chiyo, when mad, would never get to the extent of punching or even hitting him. There he was again-thinking of her when he promised himself the other night that he'd try to forget. He sighed in disappointment and stood up. He walked all the way to the other side of the rooftop to give Misaki some privacy and for him to think things through again. He sat down on one corner and leaned against the railings. He fished out an orange lollipop from his pocket and removed its wrapper before plunging it into his mouth.

Misaki noticed how Takumi stood up and walked away somewhere though she knew he was still with her on the rooftop because she hadn't heard the door opening or closing. A deep breath escaped her lips. She straightened her posture and took a short glance at the watch on her wrist. It says that they only have twenty minutes left before the first bell which is five minutes before the second one which signals the start of afternoon classes. Unlucky for her, she has class scheduled immediately after lunch today. And by saying she has class, this also meant Takumi has one too since they have similar schedules as what he said. Without much thought, Misaki stared at her bento and grabbed her chopsticks preparing to devour all the contents. She took one piece of sushi and shoved it into her mouth. As she was chewing and enjoying the food, a thought crept its way up into her brain. Takumi. He didn't bring any lunch with him nor did he buy some from the cafeteria.

"Oh what the hell," she cursed and stood up, bringing the bento with her.

"Hey." Misaki called up to Takumi who was twirling a lollipop in his mouth with eyes closed. Almost grudgingly, Takumi opened one of his eyes and raised a brow.

"Yeah?"

Misaki looked away handing over her bento box in embarrassment at her actions. "Y-you d-don't have lunch with you, right?"

Takumi mumbled a low hum in affirmative.

"You might get hungry."

The all-too-common smirk was once again on his face at her statement. "Oh, and what are you implying, Misa-chan?"

"You know damn well what, Takumi!" she snapped and angrily sat down in front of him in an Indian sit as she slumps the bento between them.

He chuckled in delight at how she looked when she's flustered with embarrassment in front of him. "Is it that you wanted us to share lunch? That's sweet of you."

"Don't think of it as something special, jerk. What would Patricia say when she hears I let her son skip lunch without putting effort to make him eat."

"Is that really it, Misa-chan or do you just care for my welfare?" He was back at his playful mode at her as he enjoyed seeing her blushing face. He couldn't admit it to her but to his self, he knew how he found her cute with that expression.

"Shut up and just eat. We don't have much time."

"As you wish, Milady."

The redness of Misaki's face deepened at his words making Takumi grin widely before he stared at the bento in front of them. Then, as if on cue, he grinned all the more at the realization that hit him.

"Ne, Misa-chan, I don't have chopsticks with me. You don't mind sharing, right?"

Misaki's eyes widened. She looked down and saw that he was indeed right. She was stupid enough to offer to share her lunch with him carelessly that she forgot she only has one pair of chopsticks with her. "S-share?"

"Yeah, you don't mind right. I can't eat without chopsticks. You do want me to have lunch…for my mother's sake," He emphasized the last few words teasingly for them to sink into her.

Random thoughts then rummaged through Misaki's head upon the consciousness of their situation. She thought about the embarrassment of using the same pair of chopsticks, the fact that they'd be alternately shoving food, the endless teasing she'd get, and not to mention, the indirect kiss they'll be having. For a girl, Misaki never found indirect kissing a problem until now. She gulped and mustering all the courage in her, she cleared her throat saying, "Let's just eat." She reached out for the chopsticks when Takumi beat her to it.

"Let me feed you."

"What?!" She screamed at the top of her lungs that she was sure the birds from the nearby trees flew at the sound.

"I said I'll feed you. I'll only eat if you make me do so."

There was a brief silence that occurred as Misaki thought about his ridiculous offer. The mere fact that they'd be sharing her chopsticks was already embarrassing enough. And now he's asking her to let him feed her? After wasting a full minute of thinking about it, she gave up.

"I don't know what happened to you to become this totally different in a matter of a day but fine."

A victorious smile evaded Takumi's lips before he took a piece of the sushi inside the box and placed it near Misaki's mouth. "Now that's a good girl. You made the right choice, Misa-chan."

"Don't tell me that. I'm not a dog." She said before pondering on whether she'd accept the food in front of her with an appalled look. And with a furious blush on her cheeks, she parted her lips and allowed him to shove the food inside her mouth. She slowly chewed on the food looking away from him before swallowing it.

"Speaking of dogs Misa-chan, what did you name those puppies I gave you?"

"Name?" she asked in confusion. Now that she thought about it, she hasn't given those puppies their names yet.

"Yeah. What would you call them?"

"I-I don't know. I never thought about it yet," said Misaki as she was fed again.

"We don't want them to be nameless now, do we?"

"I can't think of anything good."

"Do you want my suggestion then?" He smirked at her and for once, she knew he's up to no good.

"That better be good."

Takumi beamed ear to ear and proceeded with the plan in mind. "Let's name the White Teacup Maltese 'Lady'."

"Lady?" she asked and he nodded all too confidently at her as he was chewing the food in his mouth.

"Hmm…she is a girl. Okay…how about the other?"

The once normal smile was replaced with the trademark smirk as he answered, "Prince."

"Prince?"

"Yeah. Don't you think it suits him?"

"Why Prince?" Misaki refused the food he offered and put up a questioning look. Takumi cocked a brow in response.

"You never asked why when I named the other 'Lady' and now you're questioning me about the other?"

Misaki narrowed her gaze at him and sent electrifying rays of displeasure which Takumi casually shrugged off with the raise of his shoulders.

"You have something in mind do you?"

"I didn't know you know me that well." Takumi altered from his position and squared his shoulders. "Unfortunately, I'm not going to tell. You have to find out for yourself, Misa-chan."

"You're hopeless."

"And so I have been told."

. . . . .

The two entered the classroom of their next class barely on time with Misaki panting for air after all the running while Takumi was just coolly catching his breath with hands on both sides in his pockets. That made Misaki speculate on whether he was human or not. Uncaring of the Takumi's newly-gained admirers' whispers as to why they arrived together, Misaki made her way towards the side of the room near the window and made herself comfortable on the seat. Unknown to her, Takumi was following behind nonchalant at the stares directed to him by the girls inside and took the vacant seat beside her.

"Yo."

Misaki turned and saw Takumi with arms thrown over the backrest of the chair and was staring at her with an unreadable expression.

"What are you doing there? Go sit somewhere else, somewhere far from me."

"I like it here. I like being beside Misa-chan."

"Idiot," Misaki mumbled with the shake of her head and turned her attention to the front of the room as the professor just arrived through the front door. Takumi smirked for the nth time this day seeing her badmouth him while blushing and also looked upfront thinking he sure wasn't going to participate much in this class for he will be busy staring at his seatmate.

It was an agonizing hour of History for Misaki when first period in the afternoon classes. Their teacher all ever talked about was some dead people who contributed some historical events to Japan that it made her question why did they even bother attending to this kind of class when all they learn are the stories of someone who already died long ago. Like hello? Why should they care about wars and stuff and those crazy emperors? It won't even be part of her job once she graduates Accountancy as well as Law. Accountancy...Law…that made her to stop insulting History class and wonder. What course did Takumi exactly take up? She looked to her right where Takumi was seated. She flushed beet red when she saw that Takumi wasn't listening to the discussion at all. Instead, he was resting his head on his arms at the surface of the table, looking directly at her. He had that serious face on as if he was studying and analyzing her. Not later, a wide grin appeared on his face when she saw her face redden.

"W-what are you looking at?" Misaki hissed quietly, trying not to interrupt the ongoing rambling of their professor and also not to catch their classmates' attentions.

"I'm looking at you. Isn't it obvious enough?"

"Stop looking at me."

He pouted. And for a few seconds, Misaki actually found him cute which of course, she immediately pushed the thought into the back of her head to avoid praising him and his looks. She was not to admire him no matter what. For her, he is nothing but a bipolar idiot.

"You're unfair Misa-chan. You're free to look at me yet I'm not even allowed to glance at you?" he answered back in his normal voice which made Misaki hysterically glimpse around on whether anyone heard them talking. Much to her comfort, no one noticed as almost every single one were attentively participating in class. Misaki let out a sigh of relief before turning to Takumi again.

"What made you think I'm planning to look at you?"

"Aren't you looking at me now? Besides, I just witnessed you turning sideways to my direction."

"Shut up. I was just going to ask something."

"Hmm…and what is that something?"

"On second thought, I'm not going to ask anymore. I'm not interested in you anyway," Misaki stated and turned her concentration back to the old man discussing by the board. He kept sputtering things which were blurry to Misaki's understanding since she was too fed up with the fact that she can feel her seatmate still eyeing her. Trying with all her might, she ignored him which she drastically failed. She was annoyed to the point that her mind got occupied with plans on killing a certain blonde that their class lessons didn't make it inside her head at all.

"Okay, since we still have time left, I prepared this questionnaire for all of you to answer," the man in front announced as he waved a piece of paper towards his shocked students, not anticipating a quiz at the end of the class. Complaints, whines, and grumbles echoed throughout the four walls all thanks to the dissatisfied students who were miraculously quieted down with the loud strike on the board established by their teacher.

"We will have a quiz whether you like it or not." The stern voice roared all over the place leaving some of Misaki's stupid classmates to sink deep in their seats while some violently shook in fear. Well, now they were shown how Mr. Tanaka was labeled as the Professor of Doom in Seika. He was a complete terror when driven to the point of anger. What Misaki deliberated more was the fact that Takumi was the least affected with the horror emitted inside the room by Mr. Tanaka. Misaki's eyes furrowed at the sight of Takumi sitting straight back up too casually as if a quiz was nothing to him. Hell, now that she thought about it, she hadn't paid much attention to today's lessons just like the blonde sitting beside her.

"Fuck," she muttered quietly but was loud enough for Takumi to hear. He perked in amusement at Misaki and grinned.

"You sound sexy doing that."

Misaki looked at Takumi in annoyance and frowned. "Shut up. It's your fault that I'm going to die with the test."

"How is it my fault?" Takumi feigned innocence and took the time to study Misaki's features. He never noticed until now the high cheekbones adorning her face as well as how her plump and rosy her lips were. It's not like he liked her. He just found her beautiful in her own simple way. Of course, no girl could still replace how Chiyo is in his heart. That's a proven fact already.

"Only if you didn't stare at me throughout the whole duration of the class then I wouldn't have been so distracted and I would have listened attentively to the discussion," Misaki hissed and groaned before turning back to face front when she saw from the corner of her eyes Mr. Tanaka heading their way to distribute the papers.

Once the papers were properly passed to everyone, Mr. Tanaka returned to his position-the teacher's table-and made himself comfortable with the chair rooted beside before producing an evil grin to his class. "You may start."

At the signal, Misaki immediately scanned the contents of the paper. Her mind spelled trouble when she saw that none of the questions were familiar to her. She hadn't done advanced study in the subject yet which was quite ill-fated for her. Stressed, she rubbed the sides of her head and rested her elbows to the table, problematically staring at the blank sheet on her table.

"Having problems, Misa-chan?" The last person she wanted to talk to murmured beside her. She was clearly upset with him for ruining her in this class so she ignored him and continued reading hoping to find some questions she knows the answer to. She reached the twentieth question out of the fifty item test yet she was still able to answer none much to her dismay. Misaki took a glimpse at her wristwatch and realized that she only had ten minutes left.

"Damn this," she muttered to herself trying all her efforts to calm down in which she just couldn't. Not when time's running out and she still hasn't answered a single freaking question.

"Want me to help you?" Takumi spoke again. Misaki looked at him in suspicion. Her eyes trailed down to his answer sheet. From what she can see, he already filled every blank and his pen was already put down on his desk. Misaki's eyes widened to the size of saucers conjecturing how on Earth was Takumi able to answer everything without listening to the discussions. He even had the confidence on full. Now, it was confirmed for Misaki. Takumi Walker is nothing human. He is an extra-terrestrial being that was sent to this world in the care of Mr. and Mrs. Walker. He roamed the Earth hiding his true identity. Misaki intensely shook her head. She was going crazy after getting to read and watch so much fiction from time to time.

"Misa-chan?" Takumi's voice reverberated in her head snapping her out of her trance. She looked at him then back down to his paper. She repeated the actions twice before stopping to gaze at his face. He had that winning smile plastered as if he was enjoying her misery. "I could help you if you want."

"No thanks. I'm perfectly fine."

"Then why is your questionnaire free of answers? Let me make up to you for staring then. It's the least I can do, you know." Takumi offered his hand for her to hand over her paper. But Misaki being the honest Misaki, resisted no matter how much she's going to fail this test. She can't afford to have him answer for her. That would be like cheating which she despised the most.

"I don't need your help," she voiced out assertively hiding the nervousness she's feeling knowing she'd have to pass her empty paper soon.

"Five more minutes everyone," Mr. Tanaka roared causing everyone including Misaki and excluding Takumi to grunt.

"You're too stubborn for your own good, Misa-chan," her seatmate told her before suddenly grasping Misaki's paper from her desk using his long and slender arms. Promptly after, Misaki stood up slightly from her seat to obtain back her paper only to be stopped by Takumi's left hand as he was already busy filling up the sheet with his right.

"Takumi give that back. That's cheating. If we'd get caught, we are so going to be in much trouble," Misaki taunted towards the blonde who kept ignoring her and continued answering. "Takumi."

"That is if we ever get caught," he finally replied waving the piece of paper before Misaki's eyes. It was already stuffed with answers. Without anything else in between, Misaki reached out and forcefully grabbed her paper though gentle enough as not to tear it. She scanned the contents. Indeed, they looked like the correct answers to her and what's more are that they were very detailed. She eyed Takumi in disbelief and horror as he eyed her back with a smug grin on his face.

"You're welcome, Misa-chan."

Misaki was about to protest when Mr. Tanaka stood up from his sit and announced for the papers to be passed to the center aisle leaving Misaki with no choice but to follow. After all papers were handed in, their professor immediately left but not before telling them a good job for somehow managing to answer even a few questions. Misaki plunged her face straight to her desk thinking if only he knew. She wasn't just feeling guilty for cheating but also indebted to a certain person for letting him answer for her.

"Damn."

"Aww, no need to be so down, Misa-chan. Just think of it as me helping you who is in dire need," Takumi whispered in her ear sending jolts of shiver through her entire body mainly because of the warmth of his breath that tickled her skin.

With one hand, she pushed away the face lingering too close to hers and sat back up straight.

"That was cheating, you know. I am so in trouble once Mr. Tanaka sees we have the same handwriting."

"He won't."

"And how sure are you about that? He isn't stupid for goodness' sake!"

The other grinned and sat at the seat opposite Misaki. "I changed my handwriting."

"You can't possibly do that."

"Wanna bet?"

Along with the roll of her eyes, Misaki answered an all too willingly no. She was already getting sick with all things regarding Takumi, the alien. What she wants is for her to have a day without him which is evidently not possible now that they're both studying at Seika University and much more have the same class schedule.

Lucky for Misaki, Takumi lay low for the rest of the class though he still chose to sit beside her. He wasn't staring for the whole hour anymore but would rather steal a few glances over to her direction once in a while. Forced to be contented, Misaki was able to tolerate his annoyance and managed to participate in class more than what she had during History time. They had two classes after that dreading first afternoon period before they finally was released from class stress for the day. It was still around three, quarter to four when they were dismissed from their final class.

"Ahh! Finally!" Misaki stretched out her arms to the heavens upon stepping foot outside their classroom with Takumi trailing behind like a dog following his master. Though it was ticking Misaki off with all his following, she knew better than to reprimand his weird ways. He'd have his way no matter what anyway.

"So where to, Misa-chan?"

"What do you mean 'where to'? I'm going home so stop following me around. Classes are over."

"What a bummer," Takumi whined as he traced her steps while they're walking towards the school gates. Once they reached their destination, Takumi halted along with Misaki before he gently patted her head. "See you tomorrow then. Goodbye, Misa-chan." With that, he left her with cheeks tainted a little bit of red.

"Idiot."

Misaki walked her way home like how she usually whenever she has no shift at her part time job at Maid Latte. On her way, she can't help but continue blushing all the while reminiscing the feeling of Takumi patted her head. It wasn't like she liked it. It was more of foreign that's why she can't keep it out of her head. She has never been touched like that by a boy before except her dad. Normally, boys would keep a reasonable good amount of distance from her even when talking to her. Maybe that's why almost every boy a short time ago from their school kept murmuring to themselves how the transfer student succeeded in walking too close to her. Much to her dismay, some even referred to him as her boyfriend which is probably quite impossible knowing how much she loathed that guy. Without realizing because of her deep thoughts, Misaki arrived at their apartment at around fifteen minutes after four. She walked up to their floor and with her key, unlocked the door to their flat since Sakura still wasn't home because of club activities and Suzuna was where she's usually at-the supermarket, winning all possible prizes she could get her hands on. As Misaki stepped on her door, the cute little puppies greeted her foot with a ticklish lick. A smile escaped her lips seeing the ever enthusiastic puppies though the Maltipoo was kind of reluctant to go near her at first.

"You guys are so cute." Misaki crouched and ruffled the heads of the two. After a short moment, Lady-which what Takumi named her-went running off to somewhere leaving the Maltipoo alone. "Guess there's just you and me, little buddy. Oh, and from now on, you are to be called Prince."

Misaki scooped the cute pup in her arms and approached the couch. Once seated, only did she notice how the dog's fur resembled the blondeness of Takumi's hair and how his eyes also were slightly if not green were in the shade close to it. With a muffled laugh, Misaki said, "So that's why he wanted to call you prince. He thinks too almighty of himself."

The pup stared blankly at Misaki before Lady approached her by the feet. "Hey there, Lady." The said young dog, wiggled its tail in response as Misaki bent and also picked her up, positioning the two puppies in her lap. "How adorable. It's like I'm having babies."

Misaki smiled only to grow in horror upon further analyzing what she just said. She addressed them as her babies. They came from Takumi.

"Oh God."

Phew! This was long. I actually spent the whole evening typing this for you guys. I am so industrious in this story, am I not? Well, who can blame me? I'm an addict at TakuMisa pairing. They're the sweetest anime couple ever. Who agrees with me?

Interview Corner:

Me: Welcome back everyone! I'm your host again since the previous hosts were not much of a help to entertain you. *laughs* Anyway, our guests for today are very cute. Let me introduce to you, Lady and Prince!

*staff brings the puppies to the sofa*

Me: Welcome to our interview corner, Lady and Prince.

Puppies: *wags tails*

Me: Ooh~ It's my first time having dogs as guests. I'm feeling quite nervous. So, how are you two doing in the show?

Puppies: *barks*

Me: That's good to hear. Would one of you care to tell us more of the story? What are the possible things that could happen in the upcoming chapters?

Lady: *barks and sticks tongue out*

Me: Wow, what a spoiler that is! (note the sarcasm) I can't wait to read that part. How about you Prince, what do you know about what would happen next?

Prince: *ignores question and plays with Lady instead*

Lady: *stays away from Prince*

Me: O-kay. I guess I'll stop now. It was fun having you two…maybe. Anyway, I'm glad ou readers don't understand dog language to know what Lady just said. If you do, then you probably know the weird twist that's going to happen soon. XD As for those who are human and can't understand a simple dog bark, then you guys just has to wait for further updates. ^_^