Disclaimer: The characters of this fic are owned by Hiro Fujiwara. I do not own any of Maid Sama's characters.

..Unknown Existence..

The Final Chapter

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Everyone in the building wondered who this girl is; the girl who was sitting in the hallway for the whole night. Some of them debated whether to talk to her or not. However, they way she seemed 'out of it' made them believe she has mental issues.

No one attempted to approach her.

In the end, someone called the land lord, and the land lord came in order to eject her. She seemed suspicious, and he didn't want any troubles.

Misaki resisted the hand that was dragging her away from her only source of answers.

Being in the conflict she was in, she could only faintly shout.

Misaki was tired… she cried all night long, she didn't eat anything, and didn't sleep for a second.

She was sitting on the hard, cold floor for a long time, which made her lose the sense of her back. She didn't care about her stiff body. She didn't know what 'tired' means, she didn't know this feeling before.

The fuss bothered Ichiro, he could recognize the struggling voice as Misaki's. He can't forget the voice that took his friend's life away. He wanted to silence it, and what the landlord was doing would do that for him.

MIsaki purposely killed Takumi and feigned innocence. Ichiro couldn't forgive her even if she is someone Takumi loves.

Misaki's shocked face when Takumi was lying on the ground had returned to Ichiro's mind.

'What if she really doesn't know what happened?' He wondered.

"Wait!" Ichiro shouted after opening the condo's door. If Misaki is the reason, she must know. She must know that Takumi's life is within her now.

The landlord stopped, and looked at who was talking.

"I know her, I'll take her in. she won't bother anyone." Ichiro stated, uncertain of what he was doing.

The landlord, finding no reason to object, released Misaki. Hewas about to throw some scolding words at Ichiro for leaving her out all night, but he didn't get the chance as Ichiro dragged Misaki into the Condo quickly and closed the door.

The landlord stared blankly at the door. 'Teenagers nowadays are rude!' he thought, shrugged, and left.

As soon as Ichiro closed the door, he handed Misaki a paper.

Misaki held the paper and stared at it blankly, flipping it right, left and over as if it is a strange object.

Ichiro noted that and a question occurred to him; can she even read.

He retrieved the paper and began reading.

The long forgotten memories will change hands at the contact of the known, and the unknown'

Loss will swallow both sides, when a forbidden bond is created'

The treasured life, and the worshipped power, will be the price for the unknown, to become known'

Misaki listened to Ichiro's words, but his voice was fading and being replaced by a very familiar voice; her grandmother's.

*flashback*

'To humans, we are unknown dear, so don't you ever get involved with them. You may be lonely, but it's better to stay lonely than harm someone you love. Don't love humans, only true love will allow connection between the two worlds, between the humans and ghosts, but that'll lead to your love's death, and your misery ' The old woman stated.

'Why are you saying that? Humans can't see us. I can play with yuichi-kun, and saukra-chan; our neighbors. I'll never be lonely!' The little girl said cheerfully, not really understanding what her grandmother said.

'Honey, you are special. You were born special. You are eternal, and you have strange powers. They will try to get rid of you. They'll try to kill you, but you don't die, so they'll banish you away' the grandmother said in a saddened voice.

It was too cruel to say that to a little child, but the time came. The government found out about her powers. Powers that are only born every five hundred years, and the last time they were born, their owner annihilated nearly every living ghost.

Although the owner of the power mysteriously disappeared, it was too late. Everything was damaged. The government didn't want such a misery, so they wanted to get rid of Misaki before she realizes her powers.

'Why? Will they separate me from my friends? Will they take me from my mother, father, and you?' Misaki asked, innocently crying at the mere thought of that. She sniffled, trying to deny it.

'Honey, you must be strong okay? We'll try to find a way to retrieve you' the grandmother said, trying to be as reassuring as she can, although there was no way to retrieve her. Telling a lie and giving a false hope was a big sin, but the innocent, crying child needed that drug.

'Don't get involved with humans okay?' the grandmother repeated, trying to make sure Misaki will listen to her. The powers she has can turn her into a human, but the loss is big. Even if she was a human, she won't be happy. Loneliness was a thousand times better than losing someone she loves, that's what she thought.

'Humans can't see us!' The child said the first thing that came to her mind.

'Just like the way you are special, there are special humans out there who can see us' the grandmother said, afraid that the soldiers will come take her granddaughter any moment.

'I don't want to be special!' The little girl shouted, and continued to cry.

*End of flash back*

Ichiro stood at the door, wearing a black suit, and looking at the girl whose tears kept falling endlessly. He blamed her, yet, he blamed himself for reaching the forest when it was too late.

He blamed himself for letting Usui get involved with such a strange creature. He wasn't going to forgive himself, nor her.

At first, Ichiro thought Misaki knew what kind of powers she had and still killed him on purpose, but her continuous questions about what happened and her shocked face after hearing what he read to her, proved him wrong. If anything, she seemed like she truly loves him, but that love is a taboo.

"Funeral… I'm going to the funeral, to pray on Takumi's soul" Ichiro feebly said, not caring to look back. He headed out of the building, followed by Misaki.

Misaki didn't grasp the meaning of a funeral, but she followed Ichiro due to the mere mention of Usui's name.

Due to how slowly Misaki walked, Ichiro didn't know she followed him. He was drowning in his own world of misery.

The huge buildings, the crowded people, the markets, the cars, the bicycles, everything Misaki wanted to see felt lifeless to her, so annoying. It was torturing how Usui was the one who let her see all that, yet he died because of her. She didn't mind losing her power, but not him.

If Usui could live, Misaki wouldn't mind staying a ghost and never touching Usui.

Why did he have to die? Why did she have to 'kill' him? Only if she never met him, he'd be alive now. Only if she didn't love him, she wouldn't cause misery to everyone. Only if she listened! All the regrets clouded over her head as she walked towards the funeral.

Passing through the gate Ichiro had passed through, Misaki attracted the attention of everyone. They were wondering how in the world Misaki came wearing a purple kimono when it's a funeral!

Misaki didn't pay attention to the people's looks. She didn't have the strength nor the will to wonder what their looks meant.

Misaki's sight roamed around. She saw a familiar woman, crying and grieving. She recognized her as Usui's mother; she is the woman who came to take him when he was lost in the forest years ago.

Misaki felt she was dying upon seeing her crying; all that pain and anguish were caused by her. The mere fact that Misaki can't blame anyone was as painful as hell. It was only her to be blamed.

Misaki's feat couldn't carry her anymore, and she couldn't see due to the tears that blurred her vision. She collapsed. A gentle woman propped her up and helped her to reach a seat, and then she went to bring some water for Misaki. However, drinking didn't cross Misaki's mind at such a condition.

Misaki stared at the water cup vacantly without extending her hand to hold it. she looked at her reflection in the metal cup. A reflection she could never see before. Another proof she is a human now, a human who seized Usui's life.

The water was spilled; Misaki recaptured what was left of her strength in order to slap the cup away, rejecting the cruel truth as a pained, shattering scream escaped from her lips, a scream that echoed through the place and forced every one's eyes to well up with tears.

Misaki's cries pierced through everyone's hearts, making them forget what kind of attire she wore; pain and sadness has no color. Somehow, she was the scene of the funeral.

'He's laying there in piece, he wouldn't want you to be sad' the woman sincerely said while looking at the corpse. She was trying to ease Misaki's pain, but she had no idea she was making it worse.

The woman's words stabbed Misaki brutally.

'He wouldn't want you to be sad'… Then what does that make her when she is the one who stole his happiness?!

'Lays… where?' Misaki uttered in a barely audible voice, seeking an answer. The woman looked at her awkwardly; she thought that Misaki didn't know what she was talking about. However, she gazed at the corpse once more. Misaki followed her gaze, and stood.

Misaki trudged wearily towards the corpse, staggering and almost falling time and time again. How she swayed was only a tiny resemblance of the storm that was roaring within her; the fear of going on with out Usui; the fear that this is the last time she might see him… those fears were merciless.

Misaki stood besides the corpse, barely preventing herself from falling. She looked at Usui's pale face. It had no sign of life what so ever.

Although Usui is dead, there was a slight frown on his face; a frown of the pain that she caused. That's what Misaki thought. She stretched her hand to touch the cheeks that grew paler and colder as the time passed.

The warmness that he had before, turned into an icy coldness. Making new fresh tears fall from her eyes onto his, sliding onto his temple. It was cruel how he seemed like he was crying by her tears although he couldn't possibly feel anymore.

Misaki wiped the tears on his cold face, desperately wishing he'd magically move and wipe her tears. She swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling its bitterness sink deep into her insides, ripping them and burning them ruthlessly.

'Only, only if this heart can beat again…'

She placed her hand on his chest, wishing for the silent heart to mysteriously begin pulsing.

'Then I wouldn't mind if my heart stopped'

'I wouldn't mind leaving this world' she mumbled, closing her eyes and placing her other hand on her own chest, feeling how rapidly her heart was beating in agony.

'Only if…' she wished from the depth of her heart, squeezing the purple fabric in the process, and forming an unseen bruise beneath it.

Such a bruise wouldn't equal any amount of her torment. She wished to snatch this life from her own body and return it to its original owner, even if that meant she won't be a ghost, nor a human anymore. Even it meant her disappearance.

Misaki began to feel faint. She wasn't sure why. Her heart beats were slowing their crazy pace, peacefully, yet painfully.

She frowned, but the frown soon turned into a faint smile as she felt something scraping against her hand; the hand that was on Usui's chest. Something was moving slowly, creeping into her core, pulsing happiness into her.

She wondered if it was a dream. She wondered if it was her imagination, but how strong it was becoming proved her wrong. Usui's heart was beating. Her eyes brimmed with tears. Different tears.

Misaki seemed as if she was in a trance; pictures of a long forced to be forgotten torture were displayed before her eyes, strange men who hurt her over and over again, the image of her struggling parents when she was separated from them. All the fear she went through, the entire struggle she had to do, all the grief she had to endure. Everything about her life returned to her memory. All the memories were given back to her, back to their place.

And then, she saw an image of a happy child who was playing with her friends. That was her, happily playing and enjoying her family's existence.

Pictures of her with Usui crossed her mind. The first time she met him, and the second time after long years. The first time she could feel his warmth, his love. The time they spent together overwhelmed her, their little chats, their happiness, his smiles, his pouts, his teasing, his expressions, his hair and eyes, even his very breathes… Misaki smiled at all of that.

Waking from her trance, Misaki saw Usui smiling at her. Everyone in the place was perplexed; how did dead come back to live?

The shock made their breathing pattern unsteady. They all gasped and froze on their spots after their feet had automatically stood. They didn't realize they were standing.

However, Misaki didn't see that. She didn't see anyone around. She only saw Usui's smiling face. She only saw the love in his eyes. She only saw the charm that captivated her. She only heard his voice calling her. The voice that didn't only touch her ears, but every part of her was affected by it.

With joy cradling every last bit of her weakened heartbeats, she said:

'Thank you… for giving me a life'

Those were the last words that escaped her lips.

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The End

A/N: Sorry for killing Misaki? Okay this is my first supernatural fic and it ended with tragedy. I think I'm giving up supernatural. Thank you for reading :D and sorry if this had saddened you in any way.

Yuki98:

Thank you for sticking with me 'till the end. I better have a good ending? … I wonder…. *hides*

Blommie:

Thank you for waiting for this 'till the last chapter. Usui is alive… *scratching the back of her head*

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