A/N: Hey, I'm back! I was out on vacation, then school started and then it was my bro.'s birthday, and holiday homework (which I started and finished in the last two days of the summer vacations)….so yeah, I've been busy :P I'm so sorry I'm updating this late!

So, I was thinking about this chapter, and you know, to make it a little angsty and emotional, like AnGeLiX3 suggested, so this is the end result.

Here you go and I hope you enjoy this chapter *smirks evilly* –

The Anniversary Gift (3rd Person POV)

"When was the last time you lay on your back and looked up at the stars like this without a care in the world?"

Misaki lay next to Usui on the balcony of his high-rise apartment, with the whole of his flat dark, their faces lit-up by the city lights they now looked down at in melancholy.

"A long time" she admitted.

He smiled "Feels nice, doesn't it?"

"It would if you'd stop talking."

"Too bad then" he said softly, lips hovering dangerously near her ear and leaning down to brush against her neck "…I like talking to you"

She coloured "Look, Usui, I only agreed to come over here because it's our…anniversary " damn- even saying the word made her blush! "It doesn't mean I'll let you do whatever you want to!"

He pouted "I thought Misa's mom agreed Misa could spend the night in here!"

"I am spending the night with you! Just don't- don't get ideas in your head!"

"Well, you certainly came dressed for the occasion" he eyes her purple cocktail dress sneakily on purpose so that she pulled it down furiously.

"I had no choice, okay? Besides, Aoi threatened me with a pizza-cutter and demanded I take off the clothes I'd worn originally for today!"

"Let me guess- baggy jeans and sports shirt?"

Misaki scowled at him.

Aoi had spun out of control when he's seen Misaki out in jeans and the loose shirt that 'showed off none of her almost non-existent curves" and had told Misaki to take them off and put on the cocktail dress he threw at her, or otherwise he would rip her clothes to pieces with the pizza-cutter he'd brandished.

Misaki had had no choice, and had stumbled all the way to Usui's house in the dress and high heels that Erica lent her.

"Well this is nice." Usui chuckled. Misaki felt his arm slowly slide under her body smoothly to touch her waist "-I had you for almost the whole day, and now I have you for the whole night."

Misaki blushed again, looking up at the nightsky "Yeah…I-I guess…" she muttered.

"One year is over, huh?" he went "In a flash. We're all Seniors now."

She nodded. Suddenly, why did it feel like she had a painful knot in the pit of her stomach?

"And in one year's time, we'll be graduating" she finished.

"It's surprising how quickly time passes when you're having fun"

Misaki laughed "Fun? I've had hell in Seika High!"

"Oh really?"

She couldn't meet his eyes properly- maybe because they were so green- greener than ever, and just brought her crashing back to Earth, to harsh cold reality that in another year's time, everyone she had known, been, fought and been friends with would be going their own way.

Not only friends, but the boys she'd beaten, the girls she's protected, the rare times when she'd defended the boys…

…And Usui…

"Admit it, Misaki. These are the best days of your life." Usui said quietly "They are the best moments of my life for me, no doubt. Not for a minute have I regretted not going to Miyabigaoka. The madness at Seika High oddly makes you feel at home."

"Yeah, that's just 'coz you belong in that student body of perverts." She snorted back.

He laughed "I really wonder what your biggest weakness is, Prez."

Misaki's eyes went wide and she stared at him in the darkness. The floor was cold beneath them and the moonlight highlighted his blonde hair perfectly. "Where did that come from?"

The blonde shrugged and slid his hand just below her waist. Misaki tensed up as she felt his fingers brush against her hips, but he seemed to not take any notice, and oddly….she didn't mind.

"Well, you pretend to be this great, strong tomboy who's afraid of nothing. If there's anything I've learnt about you in this past year, Misaki, it's that you'd rather take someone else's burden to make them feel better. And although I hardly think you need someone to be there…" he smiled at her in that infuriating way "Don't you want someone to be there anyway, just in case?"

Misaki looked away pointedly, feeling her heart beat a little faster "You sound like a therapist, Usui."

"But I'm being truthful"

"Yeah, well, what's your point exactly?" she went irritably, looking back at him.

"Did you know that I've never loved anyone like I have loved you, Misa? My life hasn't been much different than yours, and then I found you. My point I that maybe, you don't have to have your strong act together for the whole of the day. You can be nice with me…just be yourself."

He held her tightly and brought her tightly to his chest, his hands grasping her hips "That's my point."

She gasped.

He wasn't smiling anymore, he looked sincere, so solemn, so perfectly…she gulped…so perfectly tempting.

He pressed his lips on hers- gently, passionately. She squirmed under him as she felt his hands go places they had never before.

One year…one year of complete chaos, drama, fights and memories she would never ever give for anything in the world.

Her dress was sliding up her thighs and the cold sent shivers down her legs, but before she knew it, Usui was leaning over her, adjusted her dress, running his own hand against the cold skin of her thigh, making her feel warm…too warm.

"U-Usui…" she managed to gasp, feeling the blood rush up her skin.

He paused and looked at her "If you want to stop me, you'll just have to beat the living daylights out of me." He smiled as he kissed the soft skin on her neck and heard her moan involuntarily.

She slapped both her hands to cover her mouth, horrified to find the moan had come from her mouth.

Usui chuckled and slowly untangled her fingers to kiss her "You really are enjoying this…" his mouth lowered once again. He felt her stiffen but then allow his access to the nape of her neck, her fingers getting lost in his soft blonde locks.

As their tongues battled furiously, Usui grasped her bare leg and gingerly lifted it, wrapping it around his waist.

She gasped, holding onto his shoulder blades to avoid falling down in the awkward position,

"Liked that?" he smirked, leaning down.

"You p-pervert…"

"Ah, Misa, you can't even say my name without losing your breath…" he purred inside her ear "…What have I done to you?"

She took a raggedy breath trying to calm the raging hormones. His hands ran up and down her back which she arched with another sigh as a stream of tingling pleasure shot through her.

Usui eyed her with interest "Shall we go inside?"

Misaki could feel the heat creeping up her face. She could feel his hands hold her just above her hips and push her forward into him. In the spur of a moment, she knew what she wanted.

"D'you have…?" she managed to gasp.

He looked surprised. He had not expected this answer from her. Maybe a slap- a kick- a push down the balcony- but definitely not this.

"My, my Misa. Never thought I'd hear you say that" he smirked, lifting her off her feet. She sank into his chest "And in answer to your previous question- yes, I do have them"

She began to loosen his shirt- what the heck was she doing!- her mind screamed, but it felt so...right.

Her hands shook, and she was quivering as he shut the bedroom door behind him and slowly lay her on his king-sized bed. The mattress engulfed her petite frame.

"Listen, Misa…stop for a moment" he looked into her eyes "I love you...but are you sure? I know how I can get sometimes…but I will do this only if you're sure of it, only if you want it as much as I do."

Those startling green eyes made her vulnerable again.

Misaki was afraid- afraid of being left alone. After her Dad left, she had convinced herself never to get close to anyone else. It seemed so pointless and yet she had let down all her walls in front of Usui- and as each day passed, their final days at Seika High were also creeping closer, and that feeling filled her with a dread she couldn't quite shake off. What would she do once Usui left?

And in all this mess, the only one thing she was sure of was Usui. He had put up with every side of her- her demonic side, the irritated side, then the drunk, hypnotized, ill, helpless…every part of her was exposed to him.

She nodded and took his crisp white shirt off his shoulder. It fell limply behind him on the bed as he raised the sheets and came to her. "Misa…"

"I'm sure"

A/N: Yep, they've done it! And Usui will NOT be transferring to Miyabigaoka in this story. I've changed the rating of this fic, just for the safer side.

And yeah, this chap was kinda short…and a little awkward, maybe? I'm sorry if it was, I was just pissed right now, bro. and I had a fight.

Anyway, thankyou for reading, and review and make this author happy! Also, I'm open to suggestions, and please tell me what went wrong (in case anything did, but I hope nothing did) with this chapter- I'd like to improve it.

Love to all! Sayonara.

~SS~