“Like You Always Do”
-Nothing super special, just wrote out one of my favorite scenes for Cherish the Past Part 1 (from Misaki’s pov)
thanks jrfestival c:
“Quit it. No. Don’t touch him.” I wanted to scream out at Usami Akihiko’s manager, Aikawa.
“Don’t let her touch you. The only person allowed to touch you is--”
“Misaki,” Usagi’s voice rang through the room, “What’s wrong?”
He could tell I was upset. I didn’t like what I was seeing, I wanted to turn away but my eyes disobeyed.
“Nothing.”
As the word left my mouth his eyes lit up with some sort of realization. What was he thinking? That I was jealous? No! Maybe… Yes.
Usagi-san walked toward me, raising his hand.
“Touch me. Like you always do.” I thought as Usagi’s hand hovered above his head. “Hurry.”
I stood there waiting for his hand to brush against my head, in that loving pat he did so often. Except, it never came. Instead of giving me the needed touch, Usagi turned away and left for his meeting. I was left there standing alone and confused. Confused as to why I was left in such a manner and why… why Usagi-san and Aikawa seemed so suited for each other.
I was confused, pissed, upset. Why? Why?
In my thinking, I noticed something strewn about the couch. It was Usagi’s shirt. Instead of my usual thought of what a hassle he is to take care of, I found myself thinking about him in a different way.
“Do I seriously have feelings for Usagi?” I thought, holding his shirt tightly in my hands. “WHAT?? I THOUGHT THAT!? HOW CHEESY!! SERIOUSLY CREEPY, DAMN IT!”
I soon calmed down, but the thought of Usagi-san being with someone else rattled through me. Grabbing his shirt again, I was overwhelmed with emotions. I pressed the shirt against my face, breathing in the sweet scent of Usagi that I loved so much. After the breath, I pulled the shirt over my head and let myself fall onto the couch. The scent of comfort surrounded me as I drifted off to sleep.
“Misaki… Misaki. Misaki you’re going to catch a cold.” Usagi’s voice echoed as it pulled me out of my slumber.
“Ah, welcome home.” I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I soon noticed that Usagi’s shirt was lying on my lap, and he noticed too.
“NO! Wrong! Th-This is just because I got chilly!!” I exclaimed, but Usagi-san wasn’t having any of it. He bent down, grabbed my waist and hoisted me over his shoulder. He carried me upstairs, ignoring my protests.
Throwing me down on his bed and pulling off his tie he grumbled in that rough voice of his, “Sleeping with my damn shirt hugged to your chest…”
He pushed me down against the bed, and I began to protest and confess, “What’s with you?! You’ve got Aikawa! You’ve got to be kidding! Stop messing with me! I don’t know what’s what anymore!! There’s something wrong with me. I get all weird when you touch me! Aikawa’s a nice person… but when she’s with you, it pisses me off! What are you going to do about this?!?”
Although I had Usagi’s shirt pulled over my face, I could still sense those eyes, piercing through it, wide with shock.
“That’s because you’re in love with me…” Usagi-san sighed. “I leave you alone, and your mind runs off in a worthless direction. What in the world made you think that there’s something between Aikawa and me?” When I didn’t reply he said, shaking his head, “I swear being with you is so frustrating. I lose my cool. Before I know it, I’ve spent the whole day thinking about you, and it pisses me off. I love you.”
I barely caught all of what he said because my mind got stuck on “I lose my cool”. The same as me..? No he doesn’t. He can’t.
Usagi began to pull the shirt from my face, but I clung on. His hand found mine and released it from the blanket as softly as never imagined. “How many times does this man plan to destroy my heart?”
After the shirt was removed, I gave in.
The pain. The pleasure. And being self-conscious, messes me up. And what’s so frustrating… Is that he says he loses his cool. “I think I might love you.”
“Of course you do.” Usagi whispered.
It’s infuriating.