A Kaichou wa Maid Sama Fic: Our Never Ending Love

Chapter 14

Misaki's POV

Ikuto dropped me off at me off at my house after my shift at Strawberry Skies. As I was getting out of his car, I looked at him and it struck me how strikingly similar he looked like Usui Takumi. And... his last name was Usui, too.

"Um, can I ask you a question?" I asked timidly, standing outside of his black SUV.

"Sure," Ikuto answered.

"Do you know Takumi Usui?" I asked. Then I rushed on for an explanation, so I didn't seem stupid, "Because whenever I talk about him, you always seem to know what I'm talking about. Almost as if you've already heard whatever I was telling you. And your last name is the same as his..."

"Yeah, I know him. He's my cousin," he said looking straight ahead. He looked at me. "I'm part of the Walker family. I'm born just a few days after him. And he does tell me a lot about you. Not anymore though..."

"Not anymore?"

"He stopped talking to me altogether when he entered his third year of highschool," he said nonchalantly.

The year after I left him...

"W-why?" I asked.

"I don't know. He disappeared," he said.

"Dissapeared?" I asked, uncertainly.

"Yes," he said.

Ikuto/ Takumi's POV

It was partly true. I didn't change my name when I moved to America. I changed it right after Misaki left me. I was in such a deep depression and I was so angry that I changed myself completely. I changed my name and my behavior completely. I wasn't the old Takumi anymore. I wasn't my arrogant perverted self. I became Ikuto. That's why even now, I'm not as perverted as I once used to be. But, Misaki's slowly changing me back... Back to who I was.

"Can I ask you a question, Miss Ayuzawa?" I asked.

"Um, okay?"

"I heard you left Japan suddenly in high school," I said. "Why?"

She looked at me with such sadness and regret, that I could've melted right there. "I can't tell you," she whispered. She straightened up, her face stone-faced. "I'm sorry. But I can't."

"Oh," I said. I studied her critically. Why would she leave?

"Would you like to come in and have dinner with us?" she asked, politely.

"Um, if it's okay with you," I said. I've been eating out ever since I came here. I have to go shopping, soon.

"It's alright," she said. I smiled and turned the engine off. I got out of the car and realized something.

"You're cooking?" I asked her. I had no problem waiting for the food to be ready, but her cooking...

"Why? What's wrong with me cooking?" she asked.

I looked at her and found myself getting lost I those amber eyes of hers. I looked away and said, "Takumi says you're cooking is terrible."

"What did he say now?" she asked, peeved. I smirked. It's amusing how she gets mad so easily.

"If I ever find him, I will make him eat my cooking for a month nonstop!" she said. We'll see about that. Then she grumbled, "I'm not cooking. Hinata should've made the food. It's part of his job."

My stomach clenched. "How much do you pay him for him to that?"

"Enough. He's actually staying at my house until he finds a place to live," she said.