Another chapter YAY! By the way, thanks guys for letting me reach a hundred and fifty reviews. Because I was so happy, I typed this in even when we have an upcoming Science quiz tomorrow. Could we reach two hundred reviews then? Well, that depends on you guys.

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As for those who told me to update faster, I really appreciated your review guys but I would just like to make things clear. Updating fast is really not an easy job for me especially when I'm trying to maintain my top spot in our honor roll. It is hard balancing writing and studying all at the same time. And to top it off, my clubs are having such hectic schedules for the first program this school year in our school and I'm trying to cope up with football practice. I hope you could understand. I'm afraid if I push myself to update fast, the story might come out not as good as I planned it to be. Please bear with me. ^_^

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Rollercoaster of Hearts- Chapter Sixteen

"So you don't know who you are or what happened?" the guy in tuxedo with jet black hair reaching just above the shoulders asked. His slit-like eyes accompanying the way how his brows furrowed as he took in the girl on the bed's word carefully.

Timidly, she shook her head before roaming her eyes everywhere familiarizing the new atmosphere of the room she's in. There was a velvet couch situated near the side of the bed. The room was dimly lighted as long fabrics of violet curtains hung majestically from the ceiling down to the floor covering any source of sunlight coming from what she guessed a floor to ceiling window. The floors were carpeted also in the same shade as the curtains. And the bed was a canopy type in the hue of purple with pink blankets and pillows. She assumed the room was surely designed for a girl just like her.

"Where am I?" she voiced out as she finally reverted her attention back to the man sitting at the edge of the huge bed.

"In a mansion by the mountains."

The girl frowned for a minute as if not actually believing such a huge house could be erected at such high altitudes. "Okay. So who are you?"

He smiled genuinely and offered a hand toward the girl looking confused. "Kanade Maki at your service."

. . . . .

"Takumi what's with all that?" Gerard asked as he entered his little brother's room, surprised. Instead of expectedly seeing Takumi doing homeworks or so, the blonde was forcefully feeding himself of things which reminded him of his late girlfriend. Photo albums of their times together were scattered all over the floor indicating how they have been viewed. Different remembrances were pulled out from their respective drawers and onto the oak table of Takumi as he sat cross-legged on the floor examining Chiyo's first gift. Though the things being drawn out were weird enough, what was more perplexing the older's mind was why his brother looked rather happy. If he was to guess, he'd probably say Takumi would have been crying like a child whose lollipop was stolen after touching or even seeing all the things laid out across his room.

Takumi looked up and met the gaze of his approaching brother. He replied almost enthusiastically as he placed the Spongebob figurine down to the table. "I was just helping myself."

As if Takumi's smile was contagious, Gerard's lips curved up as well just by seeing his little brother look so gleeful for God knows what reasons. "Oh? And how do all of these help you move on?"

"Did I say I wanted to move on?"

Gerard arched an eyebrow before shrugging his shoulders. "Then what's with all of these?" He pointed out to the things scattered everywhere.

Takumi cocked a grin as he stood up immediately and dusted his pants. He walked over to his brother who was still damned confused and placed his hands on both sides of his brother's shoulder. "Can't you see? There's still hope."

"Hope?"

Takumi nodded as his smile widened reaching his ears. "Yes, hope. You see, Chiyo…Her body was never found, right?"

Gerard nodded as he cringed a little after Takumi squeezed his shoulders a lot tighter at his excitement.

"That means we have about a percent chance that she might still be alive!"

Almost instantly after hearing his brother's words, the smile Gerard was holding crept into a discontented smile. For almost a month, they, the family and him, have been trying their best to convince their Takumi that Chiyo was dead. After days ago, Gerard thought it was mission success. Takumi looked more cheerful. He often spaces out and smiles for reasons unknown. And he would sometimes murmur an all too familiar name during his naps on their living room couch-Misaki. There he thought they accomplished their goal of making Takumi forget yet why? Why now must he say these things like they still have hope of finding Chiyo alive?

"Takumi," Gerard called out. His stern voice echoing throughout the younger's ears. The supposedly happy tone was now gone with the wind. In front of Takumi was the kind of Gerard the Walker business associates faces everyday on meetings-the strict and serious Gerard.

For almost sharing twenty-three years with Gerard, Takumi remained undeterred like the intimidating aura of Gerard was nothing but normal to him and not something to be feared of. "Yes?"

Gerard inhaled a deep breath and exhaled it in one swift motion. "Takumi…" He again took a deep breath and removed Takumi's hands away from his shoulders and onto his little brother's sides where they hand lifelessly. "Chiyo…She's dead. It's been over a month since that day. It's impossible she's still alive. Only a miracle would make that happen. She's been thrown to God knows where that even our rescue teams could not locate her body. So please Takumi, that's enough."

"No! That's why they never found her. Someone else might have done it before our rescue teams, someone living on the mountains." Takumi threw out an annoyed expression. He does not like the fact that Gerard was contradicting him for the first time.

Gerard sighed. Always, he would be on Takumi's side no matter how wrong the blonde could be. He would support whatever he wanted. That's until now. He reached his limits. Takumi was going overboard to the point that it was driving him crazy. What were those days where he lived as if Chiyo never existed in his life? Were those just something to trick the whole family into believing Takumi moved on when in truth he still didn't? Or was it real and the reason behind those smile of Takumi's just did not urged on enough to convince Takumi to continue living life without Chiyo? If so it was because of the latter, then Gerard just had to approach the previous thing that altered Takumi three hundred sixty degrees and do everything in his power to bring that moved on smile back to Takumi's face and make sure it stays there permanently.

"Gerard, are you listening?"

The elder shook his head to dismiss his thoughts before he looked at his brother in the eye once again. "Getting your hopes up won't give you happiness. It'll only cause more pain. Give it up before it's too late Takumi. Give up while you're still not bounded by the chains of the past."

Takumi snickered. "What do you know?"

"What I know is what's for the best." That and Gerard walked out of the room with a victorious smile on his face leaving Takumi to ponder the real meaning of his brother's last words.

"What is for the best?" Takumi muttered to himself before he slumps his bottom down the floor in a single movement creating what looked like a painful thud.

. . . . .

Sakura tilted her gaze over to Misaki across the table who sighed for the hundredth time during their ongoing dinner. The brunette furrowed her brows in confusion as her eyes twinkled with worry. She opened her mouth to say something when Suzuna beat her to it.

"Onee-chan, what's wrong?"

No reply came out of Misaki's mouth as she continued staring blankly into space. It was only after Suzuna kicked her sister from under the table when Misaki flinched and looked frantically around.

"What happened?!"

The other two could only mentally slap themselves at Misaki's weirdness before Suzuna spoke once again. "You were spacing out. We're curious as to what happened."

"Oh nothing. I was just…uhmm…I was just…solving out Math assignment mentally to see if I could do it easily," Misaki replied almost also unsure of what nonsense she was saying. Of course, judging from how Sakura and Suzuna looked, they were not one bit convinced by such a lame excuse but it was none of Misaki's care anyway as long as she manages to prove it.

"You do know you can never lie to us."

Misaki rolled her eyes and stuck her fork forcefully into the meat on her plate before she took a deep breath. Suzuna straightened her back along the seat and Sakura leaned forward with her chin resting on her arms on the table. Although the brunette was the only one who showed obvious interest, both were letting their ears open, ready for some storytelling.

. . . . .

Her grey orbs wandered around the room as she was left alone by the guy who called himself Maki saying he had to report something to his boss. She giggled at the thought. She imagined herself being kidnapped by some Mafioso and then being saved by her knight in shining armor, her hero. Even when she can't remember anything from before she woke up, she felt like she could picture someone as her hero, someone with blonde hair.

"Hero?" she muttered to herself before a light knock came from the large double doors serving as the entrance to the room. She sat still for the moment. She was contemplating on whether she should answer or not. Feeling somehow the need to be polite, she gathered her courage. "C-come in."

After her reply, the doors swung open revealing the figure of a boy she guessed was about her age. He was wearing a dress shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows and faded jeans. Though he was wearing simple clothing, she can't help but think how dazzling the man in front of her was. He was emitting that aura that she couldn't resist and just keeps staring. Her gaze was fixed onto him as he approached closer. And for a second or two, the vague image of a figure of a man flickered on her mind but disappeared the moment the blonde guy towered before her petite figure.

"Yo."

She tried her best not to frown at his unfavorable greeting. "H-hi."

"I heard you knew nothing. Amnesia perhaps."

She was hesitant for a moment there. She knew nothing about this guy standing before her-what could be his motives of keeping her inside this room or what could his name be. Keeping her mouth shut was her best option.

He knew right away her reason of silence so he forced a smile, one that's gentle unlike his usual teasing smirk. "I found you, along with Maki, unconscious by the mountains. You were almost bleeding to death. I think you were caught in an accident because shards of glasses were all over your body. I brought you in and took care of you. I'm so kind, am I not?" He replaced his smile with a smirk.

"You have been sleeping for about a month now. I had assigned a private doctor for you and he told me you'll probably suffer some brain damages once you wake up. That's how I knew you had amnesia. So, anything you want me to tell you?"

She grew quieter as she took in his words. He understood her so he simply stood still on his place awaiting her reaction. Of course, he took the time to gaze at her more. She was a beauty if he might say. Her beauty wasn't that of slutty. It was more on the innocent side. Her grey eyes were portraying unsophistication. Her hair although messy after sleeping for a month still looked pretty on her face. It had that shade in between black and violet. The way it cascaded down above her hips amazed him somehow. And those fringes she wore fit perfectly on her small face and her petite figure.

"Uhmmm…" He snapped out from his train of thoughts as she started to speak.

"Yes?"

"M-may I know w-what's your name?" the girl coyly asked as she shifted a little on her side, away from him. Though she had to admit the guy had looks that could kill, she was scared would be an understatement. He gave off that creepy aura that's freaking her off to her limits. She could pee in her nightgown if she can. It was like the guy she's facing is readying himself to jump onto her any second soon.

His smirk went wider. How he loved seeing helpless girls tremble before him. It wasn't as though he was a sadist. He just loved the feeling of superiority after years of experience being top in line with the business world. "You looked as if I'd strangle you any moment. Relax."

"It's a good thing you know," she muttered and under her breath but his ears managed to catch on. He grew in amusement. She was one interesting girl, innocent yet fierce all at the same time. She's just what he's been looking for.

"What was that?" He faked as if he never heard her.

"Nothing."

"Anyway, let's get straight to the point. I'm Igarashi Tora. And you are?" He offered his right hand for her to shake.

The young woman looked up to meet his citrine orbs and stared. She blinked a couple of times at him. It wasn't a little later before he chuckled and returned his arm to his side.

"Oh yeah, how silly of me. I forgot you have amnesia. So is it okay if I give you a temporary name or would you rather like it if you could name yourself?"

She licked her dry lips quickly before she answered, "Anything will do."

He snorted. "Well then, from now on, I'll be calling you Miyuki."

"Miyuki…" she whispered to herself as her brain repeated the name over and over again before she looked at him again. And for the first time since she woke up, she smiled. "I like it."

. . . . .

Misaki closed her eyelids as she felt the gush of wind trickling her skin and the fragrant smell of the early morning. It was not a little past seven. Her classes start at ten for it was Wednesday yet she preferred the soothing feeling of initial daylight at their schools' rooftop. It calmed her senses. She often does this morning rituals whenever she feel like it the moment she wakes up. It not only helps her calm down but also clears her mind. It takes her to a different world she imagines, a whole new dimension where there, she was problem-free. Her parents were alive. She lived on a happy and contented life with lots of trustworthy friends. She never gets to strive hard for her future. Everything was flowing smoothly yet as said, it was all in her imagination because starting from the moment she's out of this rooftop and midday approaches, she'd have to return to her ordinary life-full of difficulties.

She calmed her breathing through deep inhales and exhales as she felt every single thing her skin was in contact of. She learned this simple way of clearing one's mind from that priest who was invited as a speaker during her high school years. It helped. Her surroundings were no more perceived by some of her senses. Only her mind was given priority.

A few minutes of stillness passed as the wind continues to blow harshly against her frail silhouette sometimes flinging her hair into an even more mess. But she merely minded. Her mind was unaware of anything else but peace-tranquility.

BAM!

The sound of the banging door of the rooftop awakened Misaki from her closed state of mind as she flinched at the sudden noise. Somehow she was annoyed. She was meditating in silence when some rude person just had to barge in and ruin it all. It was supposedly going smooth if not for the brat slamming the door. Of course she doesn't own the freaking rooftop but a little consideration would be helpful for her. Thank you very much.

With an unlikable scowl, Misaki hoisted herself up in one motion and stomped her way to the other side of the huge rooftop, where she would have to strangle someone.

"Hey!" Misaki screeched at the top of her lungs as she neared her destination only to stop when she saw who it was. "Takumi?"

The blonde boy turned around to the now familiar voice and put on an indifferent façade. "Yes?"

"N-nothing." Misaki looked away with her face turning a little bright red after being in direct contact with the other's green orbs. She wondered. She never for once felt this conscious around Takumi. She was supposed to be used in looking at him directly in the eyes yet why now does she feel as if it wasn't good for her because whenever she does so, her heart would go jumping all crazy. It was surely something she assumed even Einstein could not explain.

She cringed as she felt and heard Takumi slowly approaching her. But before she could even run or even walk away, she felt his grip on both her shoulders.

"Hey, are you alright? You look red. Are you sick?" Takumi asked as he grew worried for his friend. He removed one hand from her shoulder and placed it on her forehead to feel her temperature. She shuddered at the sudden touch. And instead of saying she was fine, her face contradicted. She went brighter red in color and heat rushed up to her face.

"You're sick." Takumi removed his palms from Misaki's forehead and for a moment she thought she already missed his touch. But she dismissed it right away saying it was ridiculous of her to think that way.

"I'm fine," she assured him as she removed his hand on her shoulder and stepped away no matter how she somehow enjoyed it, being close to him she means.

Takumi frowned at the stubbornness and stepped closer, closing the gap she made between them once again. Misaki mentally thanked him for that. She liked the feeling of Takumi's presence now. She grew fond of the guy over the past days or week they've been together all the time. Her view of him as someone arrogant and thick-headed flew away in a fast motion. As time passed, she learned Takumi was never like that deep inside. He was someone else than that, someone fragile and dependent though there are times he'd turn all teasing. In short, it seems to her, the guy was pretentious. Then and there she realized he builds up walls to protect himself just like how she is. They were both secretive. They both wanted to see who would have the courage to create an entrance through that wall. They wanted people to prove themselves worthy of their trust. For that thought, she smiled unconsciously.

"Yeah. I guess so. You were smiling like an idiot." Takumi went back to teasing from worrying as he produced a smirk for her.

"Idiot." Misaki lightly hit Takumi on the left arm before she proceeded and took a seat by the corner of the spacious area. Takumi followed and took the vacant space beside her.

"Hey may I know what you were doing here so early in the morning?" Takumi questioned without making eye contact. They were both staring directly straight to whatever it is in their sight.

"I could ask you the same. But whatever, I came here to clear my mind."

"Clear your mind? Something is troubling you then?"

Misaki didn't answer right away. She contemplated on answering because she might spill something she doesn't want to share to others especially him. She would never as in NEVER let him know that he was one of the reasons she wanted to clear her brain. She would never tell how she barely got sleep last night mainly because he was always running in her mind for God knows what reasons. She estimated that she was thinking about him for almost three hours before she finally slept at two in the morning.

"It's not like that."

Takumi looked to his side, over to Misaki. She was still not looking at him but three hundred yards away. She had a serious face on, one he loved seeing. It gives off more of the stronger side of her.

Misaki felt the gaze focused on her so she returned it and looked at Takumi. And for a split second, her heart skipped a beat. She was curtly mesmerized by his tantalizing green eyes that were looking at her intently as if analyzing her.

"What?" she asked with furrowed brows, intentionally not letting him notice her sudden trance by brushing it away.

He didn't answer in words but he confused her by giving out a simple yet heartwarming smile. And from looking at her directly, he could see the slight tint of red forming on her cheeks. He was glad seeing Misaki flustered over something he did tenderly.

"Idiot." Misaki crossed her arms over her chest and shifted her position so that her back was facing him.

He chuckled and inched closer, his elbows touching the soft fabric of her school uniform. "You never seem to get tired of calling me that."

"You deserved being reminded of what you are."

"Yeah yeah, anyway, do you like helping?"

Misaki turned to look at him puzzled and said, "I do. Why?"

"Do you mind helping me?" Takumi put on a pleading face as he tried his best to convince Misaki even before he states his condition.

"In what way would I help you?"

"Help me look for Chiyo."

He smiled. She frowned.

Hooray for a crappy chapter ending! But even so, I liked how I wrote this chapter. It was not like my other rushed chapters. Though I set a limited time for typing this, I managed to create something likable to my taste. I am so proud.

Next chapter would be out probably on Friday or the weekends or if I find time, maybe even tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Hahaha.

A relatively long Interview Corner:

Me: Hiya! Welcome back! For today, we have almost all the cast including some of those who are to show up later as guests mainly because I would like to ask them a question which they would answer and explain why. But rest assured. You readers would also have the opportunity to answer through your reviews or PMs.

Usui: Sound fun.

Misaki: Shut up idiot Usui and let Author-san finish.

Me: Thank you Misaki but I'm actually done there.

Misaki: Oh.

Me: Okay, let's start. Let me tell you guys this first. You only have one chance to answer and explain. There are no minimum or maximum of the number of sentences you could use. Let's start from Aoi down to Misaki. So here is the question. How many chapters would you want this story to go and why?

Aoi: I liked this to be sixteen chapters…

Me: This is the sixteenth chapter.

Aoi: Then make it the last chapter. I want this story to end already.

Me: Fine. Remember you haven't showed up yet.

Aoi: I don't really care.

Me: How about you Suzuna?

Suzuna: As long as the chapter it reaches at the end of the month because July would be busy for you.

Me: That's ridiculous. How about you, Shizuko?

Shizuko: I want it to end on your birthday because it sounds special.

Me: Then that would mean there's only one chapter left?

Shizuko: I guess so.

Me: That's preposterous. Sakura?

Sakura: I want this story to reach a hundred chapters! Because I want Author-san to narrate everything until we all die.

Misaki: What a weird answer.

Me: It's natural since it came from also a weird girl. Kuuga?

Kuuga: I want fifty chapters because I want to appear more for Uxmemishi promotional purposes.

Me: No thanks. How about you Gerard?

Gerard: Twenty is fine because I think you need a bit of rest from writing and studying.

Me: Thanks for your consideration. I'll keep your answer in mind. How about you Maria?

Maria: Twenty-five because I like that number.

Me: Chiyo?

Chiyo: I have to answer twenty-five as well. I think you need nine more chapters after this because the story still needs more TakuMisa moments.

Aoi: You're a TakuMisa shipper?

Chiyo: Yep! *grins*

Tora: Then why were you playing the role as Takumi's fiancé when in fact you ship Takumi and Misaki together?

Chiyo: *pouts* It's called acting, simply profession. And besides, I know Author-san would make them end up together because it IS a MisakixUsui fanfic after all.

Aoi: You have a point.

Me: Enough with that. Let's hear Tora's answer now.

Tora: I don't really care so yeah, I don't have an answer. *smirks*

Me: Haughty jerk. So, how about you Usui?

Usui: I want thirty chapters. *looks at Misaki and grins*

Me: And your reason would be?

Usui: Nothing in particular. But if you really want my opinion, I would have to say I want thirty chapters because I wanted you to reach Misaki and I's honeymoon. You know, where we do stuffs like this and that.

Chiyo: This and that?

Usui: Yes…

Misaki: Shut up pervert. Don't mind him Author-san.

Me: Yeah. I don't have plans of making this story rated M anyway. So, last but not the least, Misaki.

Misaki: I would have to say I like twenty-five chapters.

Me: Why?

Misaki: No reasons at all.

Me: Well that wraps it up! So…

Hinata: *suddenly runs to the interview stage* Wait! What about me?!

Usui: What about you?

Hinata: Do you guys need not my opinion.

Usui: Shut your mouth Sanshita-kun. You're not going to be in this story.

Hinata: Eh? But…

Usui: Bye everyone!

Me: Wait, one more thing…the guests here aren't everyone. There are some people I would like to keep as secret until needed to be told. Review your own answer to the question and if possible tell me you reason. Bye!

Hinata: Wait!

Everyone: Bye!