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So this chapter is dedicated to all the TakuMisa fans out there hahaha. This will be one hundred percent solely revolve around the pairing. I'll stop now as not to spoil what's coming later on as you read. But first, here's a something I forgot for some time now.

Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Maid-sama's characters as well as the Romeo and Juliet lines I used.

Rollercoaster of Hearts- Chapter Nineteen

The sound of the analog clock hanging on the wall of her room was the only thing that can be heard through the thick coat of silence. All was quiet as the being sitting on the edge of the bed sat there motionless for quite some time now, thinking.

She clenched a fistful of the material of the cloth she was wearing almost crumpling it up. There it was again.

Thump Thump…

Her heart, it was beating unsteadily for the hundredth time and it isn't stopping any moment soon. Why? She speculated. Never in her whole existence did she experience something so inexplicable like this. It was like getting introduced to someone new. You have no idea who he or she is yet you can feel the newfangled feeling of knowing that person for the first time. It was becoming so complex that it was driving her to the brink of insanity.

She ruffled the already messy raven locks and grunted. She could not get a hold of herself. She was fighting with her mind, her mind who kept telling her things she could never agree to take for she was Misaki, the Misaki who won't let anyone else in. She was that person who separates herself from people unworthy of trust, almost everyone to be exact. She was that kind of girl that looks at others as fake, plastic, pretentious and every word similar to those. In her travel of life, she only stopped to meet those she knew right away would deserve to have a glimpse of her soul. Never did she guess she would feel this way right now. To that person whom she thought was nothing but distress in her life at first.

Misaki took a glance at the already crumpled piece of paper in her hands. She sighed in frustration of herself before she closed her eyes and held the sheet closer to her beating heart.

"No," she whispered to the cool air tickling her skin and shook her head in disapproval. "No…No…No…"

It was driving her mad. She shouldn't accept. She couldn't accept. She wouldn't accept. She mustn't accept. She was Misaki for goodness' sake! She was the epitome of recluse. It would be a disgrace to her if she was to accept whatever she was told by her stupidly working brain as of the moment. And for the first time, she actually hated thinking.

"Damn."

A delicate knock snapped Misaki back to reality and away from her overthinking self. She easily regained composure and tidied herself to avoid looking suspicious.

"It's open," she half-yelled in her trembling voice after the slight shock she got from the sudden knock. Misaki cleared her throat and repeated, "It's open."

She braced herself a little as she gripped on the sheets of her bed awaiting the person behind the door. She was hoping what she was feeling wrong. It isn't him. It couldn't be him. It shouldn't be him. It mustn't be him…

It is him.

Misaki released the breath she didn't know she was holding when Takumi's six foot figure appeared by the entrance of her room. She was stunned but she hid it well. Her eyes were of normal size instead of popping out. Her mouth was pressed to a thin line instead of hanging open. And like how the boy in front of her normally put on, her face bore that nonchalant façade instead of her lively one. She needed to act. She needed to put on a show. She can't let him see. She can't let him know.

"Misaki." Takumi broke the unnerving coat of silence enveloping both of them for a minute. Hesitantly, he took slow short steps over to her after closing the door shut for some privacy. What he was doing here? Only God knows.

She didn't answer. She sat frozen on her spot. Her hands were trembling in a manner she tried her hardest to hide from his view. And her insides were feeling squirmy that it prickled her very soul. The mere sight of him brought fine hairs on her back to stand up. She was nervous for herself. She never was that best of an actress. And right there and then, she knew-she's screwed.

He did not bother to call out anymore. He could see something was not right with Misaki from the first glance. Heck he wasn't that of an idiot to not notice how her hands quivered and how she was sweating a lot amidst the cold air of the upcoming winter. She was acting weird. So not like the Misaki a few weeks ago. To him, it was like Misaki changed slowly day by day and now was the turning point. Was she going to alter completely now? He hoped not. He always liked the Misaki he first knew. He admired her. She was the reason he experienced a bit of happiness and encouragement after Chiyo's disappearance. He could never let her change even if it meant fighting tooth and nail with her.

One more stride and he was finally towering over her, eyeing her petite figure from his undeniably enviable height. "Hey."

"H-hey." She awkwardly remarked as her face contorted into an unreadable expression. She was half hating the fact that he's here and also half loving it. She was just so complicated right now.

Takumi took the seat beside her stiffen figure unwillingly for he was contemplating if ever she wanted his presence as of the moment. Because for him, it felt like it was their first time meeting. It was that moment wherein uneasiness overcomes the both of them. They're inches away yet their minds are miles apart. They sat there staring blankly beside each other with no plans of conversing in mind. It was, for them, better that way for individual reasons, of course.

"Uhhh…" they both uttered in unison that for one moment, Misaki actually thought their minds work the same. Silence followed between them. And supposed to be like the traditional way of reacting in moments like those, Misaki and Takumi had other plans in mind.

"I'll go first."

"No. I'll go first."

"I said I'll go first."

"I said no. It should always be ladies first!" she retorted slightly raising her voice in complete authority over him, totally shoving aside the awkwardness between them.

"That line is so old school, Misaki. I should go first!" He is Takumi. He was supposed to be calm and reserved and not somebody yelling at the top of his lungs fighting a girl on whether who should say something first. But he is. And he was not even a little bit ashamed of it. In fact, he kind of liked the adrenaline.

"Old school or not, it's the proper way of deciding who's first!" Misaki hoisted her bottom up a bit so that she was about the same as his sitting height and pointed her index finger firmly at his face. "Now, listen I'll go first and you shut up." She spat those words with venom before returning to sit properly with a contented face as Takumi raised both arms in defeat.

"Woah. Easy there. I got it. I was just joking around with you. Geez, I wonder what made you so cranked up to a fight. Do you have a problem or what?" He scratched the back of his head in utter embarrassment at the failure of his sick joke and inched back a little away from Misaki's glaring figure. And he wasn't expecting it but looks like his question hit the bull's eye because just like her, he was acting. He acted for the sake of knowing what's wrong. But it seemed like it he got the wrong move.

Misaki cringed at the sudden query and she froze once again. Her hands were shaking. Trickles of sweat came rolling down her temples fast. And her mind was going blank. This was the thing she dreaded most, the moment he'll notice her change in attitude. This is what she tried hardest to avoid. But it seems like she was just not that lucky enough to get her way after all.

"Uhmm…" she muttered uncomfortably as she shifted from one side to the other, her fingers clumsily playing with each other. She was experiencing mental block and it was damn not in the right timing. She scolded herself how come she managed to be caught up in a situation like this for she already spent a few minutes not long ago thinking about how she should act. But she just had to lose every single thing she thought of and only to be replaced by nothing but mere emptiness inside her head. Everything was a gigantic blank.

Takumi arched an eyebrow in curiosity, urging her to go on with her words not knowing how speechless she was. He decided to find a way out of his one bad move. "Yes?"

Misaki didn't know what to do. She was shaking furiously enough that's still not noticeable enough for Takumi to see if that was even possible. She was more than nervous and frantic. She was going insane if exaggeration wasn't a point. And with the amount of saneness left in her, she did the most senseless and unreasonable thing unimaginable. She reached out to wrap her lacy fingers tangling it into his unbelievably soft blonde locks and pulled him closer to her in one swift motion that even Takumi as the alien he is, had no time in between to react.

The touch of their lips brought Misaki back to her damned senses. Her eyes closed, shut tighter in shock as she took in what was happening. It seemed like some Takumi-obsessed spirit possessed her for quite some time and left just in the middle of this embarrassing situation she is in. At least that is what she's trying to convince to herself. She wants to make herself believe what is happening is not reality. It is nothing but a dream, an awful one. She was not doing this for real. Everything's a sick figment of her imagination. But…

She could feel the widened gaze of Takumi piercing through her even with the darkness of what her closed eyes offered. The coat of eerie stillness between them added up to the uneasy feeling they were having. She wanted to pull away. She wanted to stop this madness. She wanted to end the humiliation and just run away to some faraway place where she is not to see him again. But she can't. Her body was there, frozen on spot with her cold lips lingering over his and for a brief moment in time, she asked herself why for he was not pulling away either.

She caught the scent of his surely expensive perfume as a few second more passed between them until she could take it no longer. She tilted her head a little to the side and moved her lips a bit for a soft peck before immediately pulling away.

In due embarrassment, she added fuel to the fire hoping it'll get her out of the trouble she made. With a shy heart, she stated, "Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged." It was uttered in a small low tone as she hesitated on making it the escape of her shame but did so otherwise. She could never see but judging from the heat creeping up her face, without a mirror, she could easily tell how red she had gotten.

Takumi sat there for he was rendered speechless by the bold actions of his companion. It felt like he was imagining things. He forced himself to think what happened was just a product of his weird thinking sometimes. But he just had to be proven wrong because there, sitting in front of him was Misaki's blushing figure after she stated the words he felt somewhat funny to hear yet pleasant to feel. She was so far the best idiot he met. And instead of getting all mad or whatever after being kissed without permission, Takumi acted the complete opposite of what was expected. He chuckled and even smirked thereafter.

Redness rose all the more to Misaki's current face as she sat and watched the amused expression given to her by that one boy she least wanted to be as of the moment.

"That wasn't supposed to be your line but oh well." Takumi took Misaki's hands into his own as the girl obeyed involuntarily. He held them firmly into his before arranging them so that she was the one holding his hands. His smirk widened as he continued the small play in a hundred percent seduction. "Then have my lips the sin that they have took."

Misaki blushes a few shades darker all the more after seeing how senseless Takumi's acting. She was alleged to be mad after being made fun of after such a humiliating scene but like a while ago, when it comes to him, she can't. She can't do anything. It was like she was surrendering herself to him. She hated it. She hated being brought under especially by a man even if it wasn't his intention. She hated that but she can't hate him.

"Say your lines, Misaki." He leaned in whispering those words not sensing how she shivered at the feel of his breath tickling her sensitive skin.

She hesitated on submitting to his wants but his words felt so domineering, that she couldn't help it but obey coyly. "Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged. Give me my sin again."

Stunned by what she said, Misaki stared wide eyes at the grinning Takumi before moving swiftly to cover her mouth with both hands thinking how stupid she was to say those lines. She remembered how that scene went. She remembered clearly what happens next. Will it?

She answered her own question as she urged and bended her body backwards and away from him who was closing the distance between them in a mocking yet sexy way. Just when they were centimeters away from repeating the same foolish action twice, she tilted her head sideways to avoid it but he was quicker to act than her. He used his one hand and with the flick of his finger, he angled her face again back in front of him. And for the second time around, their lips met the touch of the other's. His lips felt soft unlike the unplanned one a while ago. This time it was different. It felt more surreally passionate. She could feel his lips moving in a graceful manner over hers that was remaining still and unmoving from a mix of shock and disbelief. She could not take the fact that they were here, kissing when Takumi was engaged, when Takumi finally decided to look for his fiancé's dead or alive body. It felt wrong. It was just so wrong. It was a crime, a sin.

Misaki valued righteousness all her life. She valued others' affiliations. Never in her life did she destroy relationships even if she had a chance that Chiyo was long dead. Of course she admitted her feelings to herself but it felt mistaken that she took advantage of the fiancé's absence for her own benefits. It wasn't like her to do that. It wasn't Misaki. So with all her efforts, she pushed away, disgusted with herself whispering, "I'm sorry. This isn't right."

Complicated? Weird? Or what? Tell me what you think and I'll try and explain. This is a short chappie since it is written throughout the weekdays but was only posted until today. But even so, it was full of sweetness and TakuMisa moments.

The next update would be maybe tomorrow or on Sunday. Look forward for it.

A Very Short Exchange of Lines:

Usui: Wew! I loved this chapter.

Misaki: And I don't care.

Usui: I loved it with all the holding hands, the teasing, the kissing, the bed, and the fact that we were alone in a single room. *winks*

Misaki: *blushes* Pervert.