And yeah, a bunch of thanks to Miss KrabbyPatoottie ! Yay~ She thought of a good name in shipping Chance and Miracle. Hahaha. It's called ChaMi ~ ❤ And I love it. It's cute.

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I'm already awake. Yeah. Eyes wide open with my whole active system. Chance is still hugging from behind. Looks like he have completely fallen asleep again.

Although I want to go back to sleep, I just can't. No idea, but when the moment I wake up, I can't simply fall asleep again.

Have no choice, I need to wait for Chance to wake. Moving recklessly won't do, I don't wish to wake him up within his slumber.

I only sigh and close my eyes as I let the presence of the surrounding feel me.

The day is so peaceful with the morning sun shines to the whole place. The breezy air joins the sunlight, creating a warm and cool sensation to my physical feelings.

Such a beautiful day. So calm. So light. It's unforgettable.

"Miracle," Chance muffles.

I open my eyes immediately. "Bakit?" I queries in a soft voice.

"Nothing." I feel him smiles. "Hugging you feels so warm." And then he tightens his hug while rubbing his nose to my nape.

"You're just a perverted freak." My face blushes, sensing all the electricity building on my body. I actually want to squeal, but I hold it back.

"Haha," Chance just chuckles. "There goes your accusation again."

"Don't care." I lazily say.

"Well, so how are you?"

"Me?" I repeat, "What about me?"

"You're still injured, aren't you?"

"Hmm, that's true." I reply, looking on my palm that pierced last fourteen days ago. I also touch my fractured rib. That day was hellish. I almost died. Actually, that kind of incidents are not new to me. My life is always on the risk. This is not my second life. Not the third as well, nor fourth, fifth, sixth and so on.

I don't know if being an assassin is my calling. If not, then what's my calling? What's my purpose? What's my reason for being alive?

I don't know. I'm still struggling to search for my one and true meaning of my existence.

Then in the middle of my over-thinking, Chance grabs my hand. "You don't have to run your imagination wild, Miracle." He smirks. Seems like he notices my dark side.

I smile secretly, "I do not."

"Oh, really, huh?" He laughs softly.

"Really, really." I answer back.

"So, then, how's your hand?" He questions, carefully caressing my wound.

"Well, it still hurts."

"How did you manage to come here alone with that injuries?"

"Ah . . . Dunno." I simply answer. "Even if it hurts, I still came here. Sanay na rin ako. And this is not the first time."

"Hmm." He hums, "It must've been hard for you, I see."

"Gee." I only hiss.

"Why don't you just quit this?"

"That's what I long for, Ancy." I say with a bitter smile. "I can't just simply quit this life as long as someone's trying to kill me."

"I understand." He only replies as he buries his head on my neck. "Next time, Miracle, let me fight beside you."

"Sure," I tell him. "Just don't die."

"I know that too well, yeah."

"Maiba nga." I grumble, making face. "When I was in the hospital, you snuck on my room, right, Chance?"

"Well, yeah." He laughs again. Chance is a sneaky-ass bastard.

I collect an air on my lungs and puff it out. I move my body, facing Ancy.

There, Chance is already grinning at me. I quickly remove my eyes to him. That grin. It's a teasing grin.

"W-Well . . ." I bite my lower lip shyly. "I'm just confused with the last strange thing you told me. I didn't hear it."

"Heh," Chance's grin grows wider. "So you were awake that time, huh?"

"No idea. I'm not sure, but it felt like a dream."

"What's new about that? Everything you feel is always like a dream."

"Never mind that. Just tell me what's the meaning of that word."

"Okay, okay. Haha. You don't have to blush like that."

"I'm not blushing!" And I hide my face to my pillow.

"I said, 'I love you'." He tells to me and embraces me.

"Gee." I give Ancy a moue expression, "You're creepy."

"You haven't told something nice to me, yeah?"

I smirk a little, "Then what do you want me to tell to you?"

"Now that you mentioned it." From my own perspective, a smile creeps at the corner of his lips and forms like a crescent moon. "Miracle, I want you to say 'I really love you' to me, speaking in Japanese dialect."

"Eh?" I utter in confusion. "That's impossible."

It's weird to speak Nihongo, especially to Chance; he's not Japanese.

"Come on." he smirks, amused at me. "Don't be shy of me, okay? Don't you know how irresistable you are right now? It's cute. You're turning me on."

Oh, my fudging shiznit! "Chance! You're creeping me!"

"Heh. What's the matter?" He questions, and in just a split of seconds, he's already on top of me!

"Maniac! You perverted bloody alien!" I shout out loud as I try to push him.

"Oh, you're not only blushing, Miracle, but your body is also red." He grins mischievously, "How cute, my little strawberry."

"Chance! Quit it! Darn! Stop making stupid things to me."

Chance scoffs, "Okay, okay. Just do what you have been told, Miracle."

I shut own lips with my 'nearly-crying' face. Chance's torture is really exemptional. What does he want? Tell him that I love him in Nihongo?

I eyed Chance. He's waiting for my answer. I gulp secretly. Maybe, I'll grant his simple wish. I clear my throat, finding an attempt to say it to him.

With my crimson face, I muster a lot of courage to speak. I'm not really used to tell my feelings so easily. Even I say a single 'I love you' to Nate, I blush really hard.

"Come on, Miracle. I'm waiting." Chance encourages me with his ravenous eyes.

I slightly open my mouth, "W-Watashi . . ." I stutter real hard.

"Watashi?" Chance says bemusingly still on alluring expression.

What? He's a despicable guy! Bringing me in this pinch situation!

But telling him how I feel is not that difficult, though. I just need to open my mouth and speak what's on my mind.

Right. I should think simply.

"Watashi," I say it again with a stern voice. I look straightly to his eyes. I smile gently as I hold his hands with my palms. "Hontōni daisukidayo."

After Chance hearing that, I actually can't read his face. An overwhelming feeling paints on his face. He returns the smile, "That made me happy." And slowly looms on me.

My chest skips a beat. Could this be a kiss?

"I love you, too."

And there's no mistaking it, it's really a kiss. Chance captures mine. A strong feeling carries me in just a flash. And in just a glimpse, I realize that I haven't brushed my teeth!

"Ch-Cha— . . !" I use a little strength to press him away.

"What is it?" Parting his lips, he asks.

"Hindi pa ako nag-toothbrush." I say sheepishly. I can still feel my whole face is burning.

"Heh? So what?" And again, I taste his soft lips. I gasp silently. I feel really hot. Oh, my God. I haven't kissed anyone before, but this guy is kissing me without any permission!

But I like it. Most of my system are giving in. And without knowing, I respond to him. I don't have any idea, my lips are moving on their own.

I hate him.

I feel him smirks. There goes his smirk again. With a smug look on his face, he lifts his head up. "Why don't we make breakfast? Before you became my meal."

I want to shout in flustered tone, but I hush myself down. "I never know that you're this deviate."

"Oh-ho? Really? Then, you're going to see more of this side."

"Wah! Get away from me!" I growl at him with a scowl and smack his chest.

Chance cedely follows and goes beside the bed. I get up from the bed in a fast move. "I'll prepare our breakfast."

"Nope." Ancy grunts as he stands up. "In your current situation, you can't cook."

"Then who will prepare?" I show him a confusion look, raising a brow.

"Let me."

"You?" I ask in underestimation.

"Huh, even a man can cook, Miracle."

I only purse my lips. He can cook as well? Him? Let's see, then.

We head to the kitchen and Chance readies the stuff he needs for breakfast. And I'm here, sitting on the stool while reclining my elbows on the nook.

"What are you going to cook?" I inquire.

"I won't answer that."

"Eh . . . No fair."

He just smiles, and his smile has sound, like a smirk.

I just stare at Ancy, watching everything he does. He's just wearing a simple white shirt and pants, but that plainness attracting.

I can't help but to notice his mascular body. I mean, he's a leaner. I know from the start that he have a nice body. But it's attracting.

"I can feel your stares, Miracle." He chuckles while not looking back at me. "I hope that your nose is not yet bleeding."

"Asa ka. Pangit." I gruffly say and slump my face on the table. It's boring, yes.

I can smell what Ancy's cooking. It's just a simple scrambled egg. Well, at least, he can cook. Unlike Nate, he's a kitchen jinx.

I decide to stand up and look what Ancy's doing. I walk behind him and rest my head on his shoulder. "Still not done? I'm hungry."

"Almost through." He answers and faces me. I gaze up and he looks down on me. "Why don't you ready the plates and stuff?"

"Mm'kay . . ." I lazily reply.

"That's my good girl." Then Chance gives me a peck on my hair.

I turn around and search for the utensils in eating. Good thing, they are clean. Kuya Mike organizes all. He's amazing.

"Say, Chance." I call him while getting the plates. "How did you know that I am here?"

"Oh, I asked Kuya Mike."

"Eh? Did he only say it you? That was so simple."

"Hmm," Chance hums, plating the dish he cooks. "Of course, it was not that easy."

"Then how did you make him speak?"

"At first, he was reluctant to tell me, because of me, I'd hurted you and didn't able to protect you in the incident."

"After that?"

"After that, I told him that I was stupid and—"

"Really stupid." I comment, cutting him in mid-sentence.

That makes him chuckles, "Okay, really stupid."

"Continue."

"Sure, I'll continue if you won't interfere."

"I promise, I won't." I raise my right hand in a form of swearing.

"All right." He says, "I was really stupid I accidentally blurted my feelings for you."

"Ohhh . . . I see." I mumble, nodding in redundancy.

"He won't believe me, frankly. But I managed to convinced him that I love you."

"So touching, Chance." I sob as I fake my cry.

"Silly. Stop mocking me."

"Hehe," I only chuckle and take my seat, waiting for Chance. And at long last, he serves the food.

"By the way, can you eat on your own?" Chance questions.

"Hmm, no. Kuya Mike usually feed me."

"Heh. You're not embarrassed? You've grown enough to eat on your own."

"Well, it can't be helped." I whine while pouting. "My right hand is disabled that lasts for a very long time. I'm not good using my left hand when eating."

"Oh? So how can you eat at this time?"

A surprised reaction etches my face. Paano nga naman?

Chance's smiling amusingly with his crossed arms, tilting his head. Darn it.

"So I'm going to feed you?" He teases me. Chance is a 'Teasing Machine'. Meh. Whatever.

With a grumble on my face, I stare at him, telling that I have no choice.

He smiles coyly and goes beside me.

Okay. It's feeding time.

Hooray~ I say in mind without enthusiasm.

Later that day, we finish eating. And yes, that's right, Chance fed me. And it's really embarrassing.

I'm currently lying on the sofa bed at the living area. Whilst Chance, he's on the work, cleaning the kitchen. He's like a mother.

I lift my hands due to boredom. Noticing my injured hand, I realize that it's ugly (though it is bandaged securely). Judging the deep wound, it will take a great time in healing.

This is the minor payment of our sins; it is the pain. I don't know if I deserve to love.

"Hey," and suddenly, Chance appears in front me. He's peering over me with a gentle expression.

I just smile. "Hi."

He grins sideways and then joins me on the sofa bed. He puts my head on his chest, scooting me closer to him. I automatically hug Chance with my good hand. It's like a cuddle type. Oh, yes. We're actualy cuddling together.

I slightly hide my face on his arm, and smell his scent. He smells so natural with a faint fragrance of a newly washed shirt. Chance is really not putting parfum on his clothes. If he does, it's just light scent, not that strong smell.

And then I play my feet on him. There's a big differences between the sizes our feet. It's actually cute.

"May tanong ako." I say out of the blue.

"Hmm?" He hums softly, gently stroking my hair with his fingertips.

"Ah, uhm . . ." I mutter, still playing his feet with mine. "Kaya, 'wag na lang."

"Tell me." He peers on me with a small frown.

"What if I'm not going to tell you?"

"Well, if that's the case, then I will give you a torture until you tell me."

"Aww. I think that's too much."

"Probably, Miss Twain. So, speak up or you'll experience torment."

"Pff. Torment?" I say, chuckling. "You're being exaggerated."

"Aha. I'm a man of words, Miracle."

"You won't hurt an injured person." I just snap in bit annoyance.

"I'm not referring to physical pain. I'm talking about pleasures."

"What?!" And in a fast move, I jolt up. "You stupid harasser!" I grab a fistful of his hair and start pulling it. "Don't just blurt some inappropriate words!"

"Ah-ah-aww! Stop it, Natsumi!" He pleads, holding my hand to remove my grip on him. "Miracle, please! I won't say inappropriate things again!"

I just huff and free his hair. I abruptly slump my face again on his chest. "You really are a perv."

"But you love this perv."

"Tch. I hate you."

He only laughs. He knows that I'm just lying. "So, what are you going to say?"

"N-Nothing. Please forget about it."

"That won't do. Just tell me."

Well, I've been wondering that we've kissed and done a lot of cheesy stuff and yet, I still don't know of we're on a relationship.

Naïve enough, true.

I inhale then exhale, "B-Boyfriend na ba kita?"

With my stupid question, Chance is just staring impassively.

"Seriously?" He says with a brow lifts up.

"Forget it!" I shriek as I cover my red face.

"Seriously, you're asking me that?"

"Hindi na kasi, pangit mo." I rasp while glaring at him.

He breathes out, "Sa tingin mo, hindi pa?" He queries and I just bow my head, I feel so ashamed.

"How can I know. You just waltz last night and brought a disaster in the middle of a party of my silence."

"Heh. Then look at me." He orders and I obey. "You don't want me to be your boyfriend?"

"No, I like . . . but, it feels so hasty."

His lips curl up in a smile. "Are you saying that you want me to court you, first?"

"I don't know . . ."

"What you don't know?" his face have this questioning look. All I know is I do not know. "Then, if you want me to court you, I will do it. But let me tell you a promise, a promise that I love you as long as my heart stops beating."

I adjust my body to him, placing my head near to his clavicle. "I love you too . . . With all my heart." I whisper with a sincere tone.

Even though I don't have a heart, I'm slowly having one.

I feel him grins, "You finally said something decent."

"Thanks for ruining the moment." I say sarcastically. "I really hate you."

"Whatever," Chance mutters, "You are the only Hime Miracle Natsumi Twain that I love."

I just stay silent, capturing this moment on my mind. And Chance said that I should enjoy what we have in present, and worry not about the tomorrow, for tomorrow worry itself.

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Many revision happened here as well. But don't you worry, the thought is still the same. I changed all the cheesy scenes that makes my skin crawls. And honestly, I hate reading cheesy, annoying craps. I admit, I was too naïve to write those without thinking. And this is the reason why I'm presently here—editing my stuff—is to obliterate all the ugly scenes.

Obliterate is too exaggerated.

By the way, how are you liking my story so far? Let me know, guys.