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tease | usui takumi
A female sigh sounded beside him. “I guess we tied for first place again, huh.” She murmured. Despite the quietness of the speech, the swooning student body —male and female immediately parted way for their beloved Student Council President and his second in command.
The said male — Usui Tamuki, smiled at her. The room seemed to brighten, a few female students fainted, even when that was not where the smile was directed. “And I’m happy to say that your little ploy there, right before the test, did not, in fact work.”
She blinked innocently, and gave him her innocent puppy dog look, which most of the male population responded with dreamy sighs. “Oh, what ploy? Are you suggesting that I cheated?”
Only he could see the mischievous curve in her smile, only he could see the amused edge in her eyes.
“No, no at all.” He la
Lost But TogetherMisaki Ayuzawa has never been scared of boys. Mostly she sacred them. Not this time. The rest of the girls were huddled safely in the cabin. Misaki had to use the bathroom and she just had to go alone. She came out of the bathroom only to find the place surrounded by boys. Yes, boys. Those stinky, immature, nasty creatures, named boys. It was a short run back to the cabin's safe protecting fire. Easy right? Apparently not. Misaki immanently guessed they'd catch a few girls. They must have been driven crazy by being locked up for two days straight since the rain wont let up and we cant continue our field trip. And we needed this field trip so we are still here. Adding stench and no privacy had go to the max.
"Aw, just one," a voice in the looming dark spoke out.
"What a shame...guess we'll have to share,"another spoke. Misaki stood frozen in shock and in hor
Frustrations Pour OutMisaki didn't know what to do. So she ran. Cars honked, people shouted at her but yet she ran. The heavy burden on her heart was too heavy. Her mind seemed fuzzy along with her vision. Next thing she knew she was in an elevator. The ding noise sounded telling her she was on the floor. Stumbling down the hallway she felt something roll down her cheek. Touching her cheek Misaki felt her tears silently roll down. Breathing deep her legs screamed from all the running. With her back against the wall she looked at the door across from her. Misaki never really had been afraid to knock on that door but now that's all changed. Before it had always been nervousness. Crumbling to the floor she breathed faster and her world spun.
What to do. What to do. Her eye lids drooped. Did a door just open? The ground disappeared to be replaced my arms under her knees and back.
"Shh. Sleep Misa-chan. Sleep." Misaki went numb and her world blackened.
Misaki's pillow was
Forever And For AlwaysLittle footsteps could be heard as a pair of little shoes walked across barely stabilized wooden floors. Hints of bright light illuminated through cracks of a broken door, concealing a musical tune.
Curiosity seeped through a little girl’s mind as she got closer to the door. She opened it slowly with caution, not wanting to take away the tune that filled her ears with wonder and delight. However, it was too late as the music came to a sudden stop.
Now fully within the abandoned room, she searched wondrously in hopes of discovering the beautiful tune. After minutes and still no success, she was about to leave the room. She was surprised when a blond head caught her eye.
A beautiful small child, at about her age, stood behind an old dusty chair. He had gorgeous short blond hair and radiant emerald eyes. In his hand, he held a small cherry-wood violin.
Staring at him fully, distracted in thought, she barely noticed when he spoke through quivering lips.
“Why are you here? Who a
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