A/N: Hi guys! I hope you haven't been waiting long but here I am once more with a new chapter! Hope you're having a good day! And on with the show!

A Dream Come True

Chapter 9

Normal POV

Misaki was currently sitting on the couch, playing with her fingers while she waited for Takumi to come out of the bathroom. Turns out he had some business to attend to earlier (hence the tuxedo) and now was currently changing into more comfortable clothing and freshening up while Misaki's mind was currently wandering, trying to make sense of what transpired between them earlier.

'You have no idea what you do to me, Misaki.' Misaki then violently shook her head, trying to get rid of the thoughts suddenly rushing inside her mind, and slapping her cheeks in an attempt to lessen the blush that was now brightly painted across her face. She then proceeded to rest her head in her arms, shielding the world from her red face and weird thoughts as she tried to pick out sense from nonsense. What exactly happened? Why was he hugging her? And why did she (dare she say it) give in? Previous forgotten warmth flooded her body once more as she recalled the memory once more. She then let out a small sigh and rested her head in her hands.

"Tired?" She quickly looked up to see Takumi fixing his watch properly on his arm before turning his attention to her once more. He was dressed casually in a white, button-down shirt, brown slacks and sneakers; his hair tousled as usual. He then joined her on the couch, locking his gaze with hers. She then remembered this same man, who's currently grinning at her, happened to have invaded her privacy last night. She quickly got up and pointed a finger at him.

"You! Who gave you permission to change me? And where'd you get that nightgown?" She then pointed to the night gown she left on the bed, neatly folded. He then looked at the folded nightgown before returning his attention to her.

"Is it so bad that I changed you?" Her cheeks instantly lit up with a pink hue. She then gave him a deathly stare and was about to retort when he released a short chuckle. He then got up and gently led her back to the couch, where they sat down and he took her hand in his.

"Don't worry, I didn't change you. I asked one of those people down by the Maid Latte to change you – the one with the blue hair- and that nightgown, I bought it at the souvenir shop." He then went to pick up the said night gown and handed it to her; confusion was written across her face at the gesture.

"What? I can't wear that. Plus, it would be such a waste if you didn't take it." He said, referring to the gown. "You know what; accept it as an apology from me for being a complete ass yesterday morning." A small smile graced her face as she ran her fingers over the material. The gown had a lovely design, and the material was not bad either, not that she would tell him that though. She then carefully placed the garment aside, making a mental note to bring it back to her room, and focused on what she was going to say now.

"Umm…I just wanted to say thanks for, you know, bringing me back here, letting me stay here in your room for the night and for getting rid of those idiots." She couldn't manage to keep eye contact during the whole of her mini speech, and opted to stare at the floor instead, ultimately missing out on the slight ting of pink that appeared on the young man's cheeks. He then let out a small laugh in order to hide his previous expression.

"You're welcome. But-"

"But?" She looked at him in disbelief. Did he just say but? What the hell would this idiot want now?

"I do believe I require some sort of compensation." A wicked grin then spread across his features. " I mean, firstly I had to fight off those idiots, then carry you all the way back here, buy you a night gown and finally, lend you my room." Her ears perked up on the last statement.

"As a matter of fact, where did you sleep?" He then smiled at her, ignoring her question.

"What are you going to do about my much needed compensation? Do you know how much trouble I went through for you last night?" Inwardly, he was laughing mirthfully. He hadn't had so much fun in years! He even went as far as to stretch a few biceps in a lethargic manner to make her feel worse. She then released a long breath before readjusting her position on the couch right beside him, stretching her hands up and accepting defeat in this situation. She then began to muster up all her strength before asking this question.

"What can I do to compensate for my debt? Do you want money?" He then released another chuckle. Seriously, what's with this guy? Is everything she says funny to him?

"No, no my dear, Misaki. I-"

"I'm not yours"

"Not yet." He then peered at her expression through the corner of his eyes, her face sending out a no-nonsense signal. Oh how he enjoyed her company.

"I'd prefer something a bit more personal."

"Just tell me what to do and I'll do it." Misaki just wanted to get over this embarrassment as soon as possible so she could go back to her daily life. He then leaned back on the couch and turned his head towards her, locking their gazes and giving her a sultry smile.

"I want you to be my personal maid." The room was suddenly engulfed in silence, with both participants in the previous conversation staring at each other; one in amusement and the other in utter shock.

Five seconds.

Seven seconds.

Ten seconds.

Fifteen seconds.

Smack. A hand connected with blonde head of the male participant, making a loud sound that echoed off the walls in the room. The hand belonged to the angry, amber-eyed female.

"Hell no would I ever do that for you, you bloody perverted space alien!" As to where that name came from, no one can be too sure. It didn't matter at that moment as the said female was burning hot with anger for the shell-shocked, emerald-eyed male who sat right beside her. Misaki then attempted to get off the couch – to go outside and cool off her temper before she smacked him once more – but was rudely pulled back onto the couch once more, her wrist in his tight grasp. He then fingered through his pants pocket before pulling out his phone, fiddling with it before holding it up to his ear, waiting a few seconds before the speaking.

"Good afternoon to you Satsuki-san" Misaki's mouth then opened wide in disbelief. He wouldn't dare! She then heard Satsuki's mumbled voice over the phone.

"Well, you see Satsuki-san, I seem to be having a little problem. My dear Mi-" The phone then slipped out of his grasp as Misaki tackled him on the couch, his back pressed against the soft couch cushions and her soft chest pressed against his hard one. His hands went immediately for her waist – some fingers extending to her hip – in order to stabilize her on the narrow couch. Satsuki's muffled voice was still audible from beneath them, but neither of them could hear it. Both of them were entrapped in each other's gazes, both of their walls down completely, bodies frozen as well as their surroundings, as they read into each other's soul. His told a story of a young boy, wanting to be appreciated for who he really was, rather than titles and looks. Hers told a story of a young girl battling for a place in the world, fighting for equality. Along those lines, they found mutual affection for abstract things in life, the main one being the need to be known for who they were. Coming back into focus, they took time to study each other's facial features. Her dimple on her left cheek, his very gentle bags under his eyes, her cherry-red lips, his very light scar hidden by his blonde hair and so forth; all these flaws perfecting them. She then lightly grasped his biceps while he tightened his grip on her waist. There was no way she was getting away now.

"Misa" He muttered softy to her before placing one hand on her soft cheek and splaying the other across her hips. He looked in her eyes once more, asking for permission for what he was going to do now. He then looked at her cherry-pink lips before gently pressing his own to them, closing his eyes in the process. Gentle pressure was all it took to light a spark between them as they gently moved their lips over each other's, testing the waters. They soon separated, eyes locked once more, heavy breathing due to lack of air and a shy smile of her face while he boasted a grin.

She then hid her face in the crook of his neck; his hands holding her tightly to his body, moving ever so slightly across her back. Her face was redder than anything she could imagine, her heart racing faster than a drum. She couldn't explain it, but she felt excited, yet ever so scared at the same time. She saw, in his eyes, something she'd never seen before in anyone else.

She saw love.

Passionate, genuine love. Just for her.

And it scared her.

A/N: I swear I had no idea it would have taken this turn, but I hope all you readers are happy with the sudden development. More action and fluffiness coming up soon (nothing M-rated, sorry) and I hope you'll stick with me to the very end. I love reading your reviews and what you think might happen next because, who know, it might come true! Have a lovely week and don't forget to review!

-To that lovely reviewer who asked my age, I'm still a teenager, enjoying the freedom life has given to me before I'm once again imprisoned in that institution of torture that everyone keeps referring to by this bizarre name: "School".