Story: Letters Of Love
Chapter: C Is For Create
Authoress: The Akuma's Sakura Violin
Rating: K+
Chapter Dedication: This chapter's dedication goes to Hazuki Ashiya! For being the first to review me for chapter 'B'! I'd also like to thank her for giving me the word for this chapter. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I gain money from nothing I post here, if it was really that easy don't you think that EVERYBODY (although there already IS a lot of people) would be using fanfiction?
A/N:Okay! Here it is! Chapter C! And I am so sorry to all of you who have waited for this, I repeat, school is evil, older siblings are evil, and so is the plot bunny, and so to, it seems, are my fingers, they don't seem to understand that, yes, I DO need to use them to type for a long period of time without them cramping, but sadly, fingers being fingers, just don't listen to me as much as I would like them to. =(
Anyway, without further ado, Chapter C!
"C Is For Create" ~ Talking
' C Is For Create' ~ Thinking
C Is For Create ~ General Story
~C Is For Create~
Misaki breathed a sigh of relief as she closed the Cafe's back door behind her.
She shivered slightly from the chilly night air and wrapped her jacket around her even more tightly.
'It's so cold outside... but it's supposed to be warm out tonight?' Misaki thought to herself, before shaking the thought out of her head as she began walking towards the train station near by.
Once she got to the station, she validated her ticket and sat down on the train.
Blinking sleepily, she noticed the person standing in front of her, it was...
"Usui..." she muttered, he'd been helping out in the kitchen and he took the same train back as her.
She heard a chuckle from above her, and looked up only to find Usui was already seating himself in the empty seat beside her.
"Yo pres," he greeted.
She simply sniffed in reply, turning her back slightly away from him, she was too tired to put up with Usui's antics right now...
"...Pres? What's wrong?"
Surprised at his serious and almost, dare she say it? Caring tone, she looked up at him.
"...What?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"I said..." he locked gazes with her, "What's wrong?"
Misaki found herself lost in his gaze, his eyes were such a lovely color, a somewhat darker shade of hazel, slightly more on the green side...
"Ayuzawa?" Her name snapped her out of her trance.
"Wha... I mean... I'm perfectly fine! I'm just a bit...tired that's all..." She replied, she could feel her face heating up and she tore her eyes away from his stare, looking down, why had she been staring at him? It made no sense at all!
"I see...," was all he said, she could feel his eyes still on her even though she could no longer see them.
Then all of a sudden, the pressure of his gaze was no longer there, and she sighed quietly in relief as she sat back in her chair.
It seemed like he wasn't going to bother her, and for that she was grateful. It had been a normal day, but she just felt so tired...
"The next stop is..." The voice from the speakers called out. Misaki didn't quite hear the last part of what it was saying, her mind was all cloudy, and her eyes were drooping.
'I'll close my eyes for just a second...' she thought wearily, the steady rocking of the train lulling her to sleep.
She felt something soft cushion her head, and that was the last thing she remembered before she fell into the darkness that was sleep.
~C Is For Create~
'Where am I?' was Misaki's first coherent thought upon awakening.
She had yet to open her eyes and could feel something soft beneath her, and something else, also soft, yet cold and somewhat damp at the same time.
Her eyes fluttered open to see a, very informing, plain, gray roof.
'Well that helps,' She couldn't help but think sarcastically. Using an arm to prop herself up, Misaki sat up and looked around her surroundings.
She gasped inwardly, this was...
She was greeted by a stunning view of the city.
'Usui's place' she finished the thought.
Shit.
And she couldn't remember why she was there.
Double shit.
"Ahh, I see your up," A much dreaded voice came from behind her.
Misaki whipped her head around, the object on her head, which she now identified as a wet hand towel, flew off of it, landing a good meter away.
"Usui!" she exclaimed, "What are yo... I mean... what am I doing here?" she pointed an accusing finger at him.
He just chuckled and walked over to retrieve the fallen hand towel.
"Take it easy pres," he stooped down and grabbed it, turning to face her, "You fell asleep on the train, you have a fever," At this, his eyes narrowed slightly, "You really should take better care of yourself..."
Misaki felt a blush form on her cheeks, this was the second time she'd been sick! And both times, it was Usui that had taken care of her... she felt so embarrassed!
But then she realized something.
"What about mum? I have to call her! She'll be worried sick!" She felt herself panic, how could she be so stupid?
"Don't worry," Usui calmed her, "I already called her, it seems she was working late tonight, and that your sister is staying at her friends for the night, so she didn't want you to be left on your own, so I volunteered to take care of you! And that's how we come to this point in time!" he explained cheerfully.
Misaki breathed out, yet another, sigh of relief, before looking back at the view in front of her.
And then...her tummy growled.
Misaki looked at her stomach in surprise, before realising what had just happened, it clicked into place when a certain person called Usui started chuckling behind her.
"Hey!" She cried, whipping around to face him again, "It's not my fault I haven't eaten in a while!"
"True, true..." he chuckled, making his way over to the couch.
Misaki tensed as he stood next to her, glaring up at him.
At this, Usui just sighed at her antics and caught her eyes.
"Lie down, rest, I'll make something for you,"
'Hmm...lying down... that doesn't sound like such a bad idea,' The sleepy part of her brain whispered, and it sounded so nice she decided she might as well go with it.
Once Misaki was lying down once more, Usui rearranged the hand towel on top of her head, before turning to leave.
A thought struck Misaki, "Hey Usui?" she called out, turning to face him.
"Hmm?" he turned to look at her, about a meter away from the couch.
"What are you making?" she queried, with a curious look on her face.
"What am I making?" He asked, before looking up at the ceiling, as if it knew the answer, "What am I making?" he said again.
After a moment he shrugged, before smiling softly at her and said, "I really don't know,"
"Huh?" Misaki's jaw dropped slightly, how could he cook something if he didn't know what he was making? It just didn't make sense!
"How do you cook something if you don't know what it is?" she asked, voicing her thoughts.
"Hmm..." he thought for a second, before an idea seemed to pop up in his mind.
"It's a bit hard to explain..." he started, walking back towards the couch, "So would you like it if I showed you?" he lowered his head to watch her reaction.
"How?" Misaki's reply came instantly, her head raising to gaze back evenly at him, she felt like he was challenging her somehow, and no way was she going to back down!
"Like this," And with that, he swooped down and picked her up, bridal style. Misaki gasped as she felt the air flow around her and the softness of the couch leave her behind, the blanket still on top of her.
"What are you doing!" she exclaimed, glaring up at him, only to see that he wasn't looking at her, and they were in fact making there way towards the kitchen.
"I picked you up," He replied simply.
"I knew that," she replied crossly.
By now they were in the kitchen, Usui walked over to were a small table and two chairs stood, and gently deposited Misaki in one of them, the blanket coming down with her, yet again.
"I said I'd show you," Usui's voice came from above her, a smirk at his lips, "So I'd appreciate it if pres was quiet while I do so," he drawled out.
Misaki made a "Humph!" noise, but, intrigued as she was said nothing after that.
"Good girl," Usui teased, patting her lightly on the head before turning towards the sink.
Misaki growled low in her throat, how dare he belittle her! Her attention was snapped back into focus when Usui spoke.
"When cooking food, one must always use clean hands," he turned the tap on and began washing them, "So as not to dirty or contaminate it," He turned the tap off, drying his hands on a nearby hand towel.
"Preparation is key when cooking," he moved towards the fridge, opening it, "Once the ingredients are prepared, it is simply a matter of putting it all together," He gave a scrutinising look at the contents of it, before taking out some chicken breast, a big leek and two carrots. He then turned to the stand beside the fridge and grabbed a few small potatoes, as well as some garlic and ginger.
Dumping it all on the kitchen counter, he grabbed an apron and put it on, grabbing a peeler on his way back to the counter.
"One most always wash the ingredients before cooking as well," he turned the tap back on, before beginning to was all his ingredients, starting with the carrots, ending with the chicken, "In case there is any dirt still in them," He dried off his hands, grabbing a chopping board before he began peeling the carrots and potatoes, "And when peeling, one must be careful not to peel heavily, so as to take more than the skin off," once finished peeling, he put the skins of the vegetables in a small bin on the counter, "and the skins of the vegetables should be properly disposed of,".
Grabbing a knife off a stand, he began chopping everything up, either into slices, or dicing them.
Misaki watched as he worked, amazed by how easy it all seemed to be, as she herself could not cook, as much as she tried, she always ended up breaking something.
Usui continued talking as he cooked, but Misaki wasn't really paying attention anymore, the sound of his voice was lulling her into a sleepy state, and the warm, delicious smell coming from whatever he was cooking, was giving her a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. Looking back at where he was standing, sideways to were she was sitting, she saw a soft smile adorned on his face, and she realized something.
"You don't cook...you create..." she said, as she leaned her head on her arms and she returned to the peaceful land of sleep.
~C Is For Create~
"...Ayuzawa..." Misaki awoke to the sound of her name being softly called, as a hand on her shoulder gently shook her awake.
"Mmm?" Misaki rubbed her eyes before yawning, then opening them sleepily.
"Time to wake up Ayuzawa, I made you something to eat..." as if on cue, Misaki's stomach grumbled, she simply nodded and sat back in her chair, as a bowl of steaming soup was placed in front of her.
"Itadakimasu," she whispered, before picking up the spoon and digging into the food Usui had made for her.
Usui watched her eat silently for a few moments, before opening his mouth and asking, "What did you say just before you went to sleep?"
"Hmm?" Misaki paused her actions as she thought about the question, "I'm not sure..." she replied, furrowing her brow in thought and started to think harder, Usui had regained his silence.
After a few moments of intense thinking, Misaki let out a little "oh..."
"Oh?" Usui asked instantly, catching her eyes in an intense stare.
"Umm, uhh... nothing! I didn't say anything important!," she blushed fully, trying unsuccessfully to break Usui's gaze, but somehow, she just couldn't.
"If it wasn't important, as you say, you would of already told me," Usui replied bluntly, and Misaki inwardly cursed at how right he was, "So, what did you say?"
"It's really nothing..." Misaki insisted weakly, his intense gaze making her almost feel like giving in, almost.
"..." Usui didn't say anything, as Misaki broke his gaze, still staring intently at her, she let her hair fall and cover her eyes.
After a moment of silence, Misaki whispered in a small voice, "Create..."
"What?" Usui's eyes widened as he looked at her in surprise.
"I said..." Misaki met his gaze, a deep, red blush adorning her face, "You don't cook, you create," she finished evenly.
Usui just stood in shock for a few moments, before a happy smile lit up his face.
"That's what I thought you said..."
~C Is For Create~
A/N: So there it is! Please drop me a review, and tell me what you think! It's a miracle in itself that this chap got posted at all! I had interruptions the whole way through this chapter, whether it be school, siblings, or fingers, I had to stop repeatedly, even when I was just about to post this, I had to go do the dishes! I sense a conspiracy -.-Anyway, don't forget! First reviewer of this chapter gets chapter 'D' dedicated to them, as well as the fact they get to choose the title! See you next chapter!