A coincidental scene
While going up to my room, I checked the time. 10:30 pm
I sighed internally and opened the door to my newly booked suite. It had a simple gold and peach color scheme, making sure that all the pieces blended together to create a sophisticated aura. I hated it.
Once I dropped out of school abruptly, I was subjected to a multitude of tests for my physical, mental, social and emotional strength. At first, I thought it was part of the elaborate scheme of my grandfather to further subject me to humiliation, but once I finished and was briefed on my purpose, I was in horror.
I was given the best possible treatment by my grandfather's staff, and I was offered a life of luxury. It was obviously a plot to torture me. I loved my life in Seika. I was strong enough to face all the troubles I was in. I especially loved to see her face, eager with anticipation to see me, though she did hide it once she noticed that I looked.
Misaki, I hope you're fine.
I was dreading every minute of the first two years that I was separated from her. I hid it from my grandfather; I wouldn't let him have the satisfaction. I always woke up in the middle of the night, forced to pace around in my study, worrying about her state. I snapped out of my revelry and went back to reality.
I walked over to my desk and examined a few documents. Apparently, the rivals of my family have another planned event to kidnap me. Too bad for them that I am Usui Takumi, and I never get kidnapped. I smirked, something I hadn't done in a while. When I took a glance at the last report, I was a little taken aback. No names, pictures, descriptions, no nothing. It seems that this one would be an impromptu performance.
I decided to take matters into my own hands and complete the report.
I got dressed up in my tuxedo, wearing only jeans and a casual polo before. I had dinner reservations in the pre-masquerade ball supper, so I went up to the 21st floor.
I entered the rooftop area without difficulty, as many people were changing into their formalwear. As I approached the podium, I felt the back of my neck prickle.
Someone was watching me.
I shrugged it off, thinking that it was just another girl.
"Table for one please. Name? Usui Takumi."
I stopped dead in my tracks after saying that. The messieurs in the waiting staff smiled at me, frozenly, though. But they could do nothing to break me. I walked to my table in a trance, unable to shake the feeling that I was about to encounter the unexpected.
I already had. For the first time in five years, Misaki Ayuzawa's voice rang loud and clear to my ears.
A very short chapter! I wanted to write something in Usui's perspective, so here you go. There will be one more within his perspective, and after that, back to Misaki's! I'm sorry that I haven't updated lately, I'm too busy with school. Even now, I just smuggled my dad's laptop from his room through a complicated route that ensured that there were no creaking doors O.O I'm supposed to be studying for exams, but I missed writing fanfics, so…here… . I'll update realy soon though, because this is so short!
Anyway, please do review! It gives me a lot of inspiration to continue writing. Lately, people have been ignoring my fanfics, and it hurts a lot -.-
I'll be occasionally giving shout-outs to reviwers :D . Oh, and I'm sorry to say, I have lost the notebook where I write the new chapters for "The cat's out of the café" . I will probably not continue that story until I get a long enough holiday.
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(REVISED: April 9, 2013)