As promised, to all my loyal fans, here is my 2-chapter UsuixMisaki fic! (even though the first chapter is really short) but still, please enjoy! ^^
Also! As some FYI, I wrote this entire story before that chapter (56) where she made him something for Christmas, so I apologize if the thing I chose somehow turned out to be the same thing she chooses to make in the actual manga; you'll have to forgive me. I had no idea what she made him at the time I wrote this -_- so please don't eat me. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kaichou wa Maid-Sama! D:
White Lies, White Christmas
Chapter 1: White Lies
Misaki's eyes sparkled with success as she looked down at the completed, knitted scarf in her hands.
She had been working on it for Usui for quite some time now, and after all the re-dos and whatnot, her hands were sore and her fingers were shaking, but she had done it, with some help from Aoi-chan of course.
"Damn you Usui." She mumbled under her breath, even though she could not wipe the smile off of her face. "Making me waste my last weekend before Christmas working on something for you. I keep asking myself why I put up with you but I can never get a good answer." She sighed, folding the pale golden material neatly in her lap before placing it on her bedside table. She then collapsed onto her bed, exhaling loudly from her accomplished feat.
Gazing out the window into the night sky, she could just barely make out the tiny white flurries of snowflakes illuminated against the distant streetlights and glowing decorations. It was still difficult to believe that she had the rest of the week off of school for Christmas break; it was amazing to not have to fret over Student Council issues and problems with the usual delinquents. Even though she did have to go to work at Maid Latte for Christmas Eve, the café was closed on Christmas Day.
She suddenly did not feel tired, even thought it was well past midnight at the time. It took nearly half an hour of tossing and turning before she could finally lie still, yet she could still not get her thoughts off of one thing in particular. "Ah geez! Why can't I get him off my mind?" she growled into her pillow. She kept imagining the scene of how she intended to present the gift to him, wondering what his face would look like and how he would react. Why do I care so much? Why am I so worked up over this? I mean, we both know we…like each other…but still…
She flipped over once again, onto her back, glaring up at the ceiling as though taking out the anger of her conflicting emotions on it. Every time his face entered her mind, her heart began to pound harder and harder. "I mean honestly," she whispered, not even trying to fight off her blush. "I can't believe I'm losing sleep over this guy. Again."
And with that she forced her eyes to close, twisting and turning until she finally let herself fall into a slumber.
Snow was falling steadily, spiraling down to stick to the streets and houses and coat them in white shells.
Misaki could not keep herself from glancing out the windows of Maid Latte periodically; she has always had an unusual love for snow, ever since she had been small, though she could say the opposite for the uneasy chills it brought along with it.
It was now Christmas Eve and the café was filled with customers, mainly teenage couples on last minute dates before the holiday.
At the start of the evening, Misaki had been uncharacteristically bouncing with energy, and her fellow maids had had a strong, unanimous suspicion why; they had seen her carry in an extra bag into the changing room earlier and they all knew it was a gift for a certain someone based on how badly Misaki tried to deny it.
However, Usui was not working at the moment, nor had he visited yet, which was what he normally did, just for the sake of seeing –or annoying- Misaki. It troubled her slightly that he had not shown up yet, but she continued to work hard with a small spring in her step. She did not fully understand why it was she felt so elated, and her searching eyes and flushed cheeks made it easy to tell what she was thinking. Perhaps it was because he had personally made her a promise to meet her that night?
Yet as the hours dragged on without any sign of the handsome, blonde boy, Misaki's heart began to sink more and more.
And so, being the helpful, supportive manager she was, Satsuki decided to try and help out her lovesick employee.
"Misa-chan! You're so lively today!" she chirped happily. "I'm so proud of you~!"
"T-Thanks, Manager." Misaki replied, a bit embarrassed before her downcast eyes made Satsuki frown.
"What's wrong, Misa-chan?" she queried. "You've been so full of energy all afternoon! I don't think I've ever seen you so enthusiastic before. Is it because of the season and the joy of giving? Hmmm?" she nudged the younger girl in the side playfully, but Misaki merely sighed. Unwilling to give up so easily, the older woman went on. "I don't get it, Misa-chan. You're unusually eccentric today. Is it because Usui-kun's not here?"
"T-That's not it!" her immediate response along with her defensive tone suggested otherwise, of course.
Satsuki grinned. "Cheer up." She patted Misaki on the back. "I'm sure you'll get to see him soon enough." She assured before slipping away back into the café to serve new customers.
"Somehow, Manager, you saying that makes it seem even less likely." She mumbled miserably.
Once more she had to wonder why she was feeling so conflicted over this matter. There had been multiple other occasions where he had made her wait impatiently for him, but this time seemed so much more significant because she truly wanted to give him something from her heart. Also, she could not remember the last time he had promised her something personally and failed to keep it.
"He'll show up at the last moment, I bet." She straightened up confidently before returning back to the café.
For the remainder of the night, she kept perking up and looking immediately toward the door whenever the bells rang. But every time she only became more and more disappointed and disheartened to know that it was never whom she wished it to be.
As the night went on, her mood plummeted until her movements were so sluggish and spacey that Satsuki had her take the rest of the night off early. Misaki protested, childishly stubborn in believing that Usui would show up as soon as she left, but eventually she gave up her last ounce of hope and, wishing her co-workers a good night and merry Christmas with the best feigned smile she could manage, Misaki stepped out into the freezing cold night alone. She clutched her coat closer to her chest with one hand and grasped the bag with Usui's scarf in the other.
She stood outside the building on the sidewalk, covered in a thin layer of fresh snow, gazing down the street as though she expected him to show up any moment now and surprise her. But all she saw were happy couples laughing and walking together with their hands entwined and arms around one another.
Misaki's heart throbbed painfully and she clutched her coat tighter to try and cancel out the pain. She somehow felt betrayed and it physically hurt. She just could not believe he would lie to her with something like this. He always showed up, he would never let her be alone like this on such a night, no matter how much she pretended she did not like him there, always at her shoulder.
But he never showed up.
That night, she stumbled home through the snow, her lungs frozen from waiting for so long and her heart thudding dully in her chest.
The strings of the bag hung loosely on the tips of her fingers and a small trail of droplets stained the snow beside the footsteps she had left behind.
A/N: Poor Misaki-chan! Where was Usui all this time? Find out next and final chapter!
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