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Warning! This chapter is shorter than the others for I typed this during a school night. This is a rushed chapter so there might be lots of mistakes. Sorry in advance.

Rollercoaster of Hearts- Chapter Fourteen

"Takumi? Dear?" Patricia let out a worried look as she tapped her son's shoulder from her chair in their huge dining table.

"Huh? What? Mom?"

"Takumi, what's wrong? You've been spacing out lately today. And what's with that boyish grin?"

Takumi noticed the huge smile plastered on his face which he rarely does so in a swift motion, he hid it away and returned his nonchalant expression-the thing that everyone in the household was accustomed to.

The older lady giggled after seeing how her son got embarrassed over getting caught smiling and said, "Aw c'mon. You look even better wearing that smile. Don't hide it away."

A scowl crept up to Takumi as he looked at his mother and replied, "What smile? I never smile."

Patricia shook her head in distress over her son's stubbornness and focused her attention back to her plate which was still untouched for the whole time they had been there, all she did was stare and wonder what could his son did for the day for him to show such glee without worrying of people's reactions toward it. "You are hopeless."

"That could be the hundredth time I've been told that same line."

. . . . .

"So?" Sakura peeped over Misaki's shoulder, completely distracting the other from finishing her homeworks in the most annoying way possible.

"What now, Sakura?" Misaki asked in an irritated tone as she pushed her lower body out from under the table, turning to look at her friend who has been, much to her dismay, bugging her about something so trivial.

"I told you already. I asked about how your date went."

Misaki narrowed her eyes and slammed the pen in her hands on the surface of the cold table earning a small flinch form the brunette. "I did not go on a date."

"Yes you did."

Misaki glowered all the more as if asking Sakura to just give it up, drop the topic and leave her the hell out alone for some peace and quiet. But of course, she just had to remember. Sakura is a pighead. She never leaves until she gets what she wants. Misaki rolled her eyes and stood up from her seat while massaging her temples in annoyance. "What part did you not get? I said it wasn't a date. He just visited because he was bored. That's all. No more, no less."

"Eh, I'm pretty sure that's not it," Sakura pouted as she swayed her body from side to side, trying to act cute in front of Misaki.

Misaki's face clenched in disgust at Sakura's childish ways before she turned her back on her and made her way to the inviting bed with a single crash face first. Misaki stared at the white ceiling hovering above her and secretly pondered. Takumi was just bored, right? And what she told Sakura was really it. There's nothing more to his visit than just a way to kill time away from that boring estate of the Walkers. Hardly, Misaki convinced herself to believe just that that the brunette she was with in the room went unnoticed.

Sakura slowly tiptoed over to the bed upon seeing how Misaki was lost in her distant thoughts. Grabbing the opportunity, she collapsed herself over Misaki in a loud thud.

"Oof!"

"Yie! This is fun!" Sakura exclaimed as she waved her hands in excitement over Misaki's torture.

"Sakura…get..off…" Misaki struggled to push the brunette off only to fail due to the girl's resistance. "Sakura! You're heavy!"

"No I'm not. I actually lost a few pounds this month."

"Sakura!"

"Fine." With arms crossed on her chest and a pout on her lips, Sakura got off her friend and stared instead. "You're such a spoilsport."

"Whatever. That wasn't a date anyway. You're just being too delusional."

"Oh? And why were you guys sprawled on the floor with Takumi on top of you when I arrived?" Sakura let out her evil smirk within and elbowed Misaki who had recently developed a massive blush all over her face at the thought of what happened. How she wished she'd get swallowed by her bed at the discomfiture. Of all the time Sakura had to arrive home, it just had to be when Takumi caught her and started tickling her like there's no tomorrow. Honestly, she had fun that time until Sakura had to barge in and squeal like she's some crazy fangirl.

"T-that w-was nothing."

"Then why are you stuttering. Your face is even red. So tell me, was it really nothing? Eh, Misaki?" Sakura pushed to the limit as she enjoyed seeing the humiliated Misaki. She sure thanked God she appeared just in time to witness such an awkward and easily misunderstood position between Misaki and her so-called 'just friend' Takumi. For all she knows, there's something in Takumi that Misaki had not been managed to act to all other boys. It was like her best friend instincts were telling her that something's coming up. She has no idea what or would it be good or bad but it's approaching. She could feel it.

"Oy, Sakura! You're spacing out." Misaki snapped her fingers over the brunettes face as she stood up from the bed. "What were you thinking?"

"Nothing." Sakura shook her head to erase such disturbing thoughts. But whatever may happen, she sure hoped it's in Misaki's favor. Her friend already suffered enough to feel more pain and hurt. And even if it meant being selfish once in a while, she would surely do whatever it is just to prevent anything from causing agony into Misaki's now peaceful life.

Misaki threw a puzzled look with brows furrowed before she shrugged her shoulders in dismiss. "You should know how weird you can be at times. One moment you're all teasing and the next you're being too engaged in your distant thoughts."

"I was just worried about something."

Misaki frowned. Whenever Sakura says that line, she knows it isn't something to laugh with. Her friend had some disposition to die for. Whatever she feels is sometimes-if not always-right that it's getting creepy at times. "What something?"

"Don't feel concerned. It's just something insignificant to you," Sakura lied as she put on the fakest smile she could come up with in order to convince Misaki who doubts like hell.

"I don't see it that way but since you said that, I'll respect your decision. But never forget that I'll be your support whenever you'll feel down, okay?"

"Got that," Sakura beamed at Misaki but deep in her head were the words, "I'm not the one who's going to feel down, Misaki. You are."

. . . . .

Misaki focused her irises blankly into space as she sat on the edge of her chair during Math period where their professor was off on medical leave. It had been an estimated thirty minutes of doing nothing but stare at nothing in particular for her. She was bored probably would be an understatement. She was more than that that no words could define it exactly. It would most likely need a new dictionary word just to state out her state.

Misaki, for the nth time, sighed and rested her chin on her palms with her elbows resting on the desk. She still had to bear half an hour more of endless boredom. She doubts she could even do that. But she thought, if she went out of the room, she had no particular destination to go to. And if she plans to engage herself in school works for distraction, she can't because she already finished all of them yesterday.

"What to do? What to do?" Misaki mumbled to herself as her gaze went fixed to the scene in front of her-an empty blackboard. Few minutes passed when Misaki couldn't be more thankful when her phone vibrated in her pockets. It was almost certainly the first time she was glad she received a text message. It was her ticket away from too much monotony that could kill. Almost too excitedly, Misaki fetched her phone out from the small pocket of her faded blue jeans and went to see the person who sent the text, her savior.

To: Misaki

From: Takumi

I heard prof's not around. Want to eat out?

Misaki took in a deep breath and let it out in a single huff. "At least I had something better to do than stare and wait for some stupid blackboard to do something attention-seeking."

After slinging her bag over her shoulders and stuffing her things into it first, Misaki straightened from her seat which felt rather hot after those tedious minutes of sitting. She stretched her aching limbs first before she head out their classroom door and went to the only place Takumi could only be waiting-the rooftop. Yes, it's weird since they're eating out but due to the countless days she had been with Takumi, the rooftop would probably be the only place in school he called their assembly point. During whether lunch, cram homework time, or hangout moments, the rooftop would their only place to be. Somehow she couldn't tell how Takumi liked being there so much. Though he did tell her that he liked it there because the floor was cold, in hell would she believe that reason of his.

Misaki lazily took one step from another as she went up the dreading staircase. Her body felt numb engaging in too much physical activity after staying still and unmoving for more than half an hour.

"Damn this school and its long staircase," Misaki murmured as she final arrived at the last step before opening the doors. Of course, her efforts never went to waste for what immediately greeted her was the figure she knew all too well now, those blonde locks, the tall stature, and those emerald eyes that bore the greatest mystery to her even after looking at them countless of times already.

"You look like you've been running for a marathon," Takumi commented as he approached the panting figure of Misaki leaning by the rooftop's doorway. He stood not a matter of inches away from her and reached out his hand with a handkerchief on it. "Man, you look hideous. What's so tiring with going up a few steps in the staircase?"

Misaki scowled and grumpily took the cloth from Takumi's hand, using it to wipe the trickles of sweat on her forehead. "I already established my ugliness a long time ago. There's no need to tell it to my face again."

Takumi let out an apologetic grin and ruffled Misaki's hair earning his self a grunt from the girl. "You're not ugly. You're actually too cute for your own good, Misa-chan."

Misaki's scowl deepened as she pushed Takumi's hand away. "You said I was hideous."

"That…was my mistake," Takumi whispered in Misaki's ear before giving a light kiss on her cheeks and running down the stairs even before Misaki could react. She stood there frozen on the spot, trying to take in what happened. He whispered then he kissed. He kissed her…on the cheeks. And it felt good in some way. His lips were soft against her skin. At the thought, heat rushed up to Misaki's face as she stood there red-faced. It took several seconds before her head started functioning properly again.

"Takumi!"

. . . . .

Misaki haven't felt the weariness from the boring classes throughout the entire duration of the day anymore. Not when she was running full speed to catch up with the alien Takumi who had been running ahead of her like his pace was just something normal. Heck, he could finish a hundred meter dash in a second.

"Come back here!" Misaki yelled as she tried to quicken her pace. She had to catch up with him soon if she wanted to teach him a lesson for casually harassing her and her virgin cheeks.

Takumi looked back at the raven-haired girl rushing to get him in a demonic state as what other might call it. He stuck his tongue out to annoy her all the more and release that cute face she makes when she's irritated at him. Of course, he did not fail. Misaki's expression went a hundred and eighty degrees more demonic which Takumi always finds cute no matter what.

"Taku-oof!"

Misaki landed butt first on the ground when she unconsciously did not notice that she was already approaching a person for she was too occupied with thoughts of strangling a certain alien as soon as possible. Misaki grunted as she massaged her bum easing out the short pain from the impact.

"I'm sorry I…Misaki?"

Misaki stared up and met the eyes she was somehow familiar with. "Tora?"

Boogsh! Boom! Bam! Ksshh! Weeee! Tugsh! Etc.

Tora's great appearance! Ta-da!

What would happen next? Well, wait and find out. How would Takumi react? Well, wait and find out. What's Misaki's relation to Tora? Well, wait and find out.

A Not Necessarily Interview Corner:

Usui: Neh, Author-san, it's unfair how Misaki knew Tora even before me.

Me: It's all part of the plan, Usui. Just bear with it.

Usui: I have to sue you for your stupid plans. I want Misaki for myself in this story. I won't be sharing her with anyone else.

Me: *whispers* Possessive jerk.

Usui: What was that?

Me: Nothing. I said you would get her to yourself but she won't get you for herself. Got me?

Usui: Huh?

Me: Never mind.

Usui: Hey, Author-san, I want to ask one more thing.

Me: Go ahead.

Usui: What's Tora's part here? He's not my love rival, right?

Me: He is.

Usui: *glares*

Me: Misaki's yours.

Usui: I know.

Me: *looks at readers* PM me if you got what it meant hahaha and don't forget to review especially to those Tora fans out there. This chapter's for you guys. Mwah!