Hellow! This is my 4th Maid-sama fanfic! And umm, i really cannot think of anything else to say. Just read on.

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to this awesome anime. Only the plot is mine.

Chapter 1:

'Misaki! Enough is enough! You are 27 years old and not getting any younger.'

I signed. Mothers, I say! I swore they have a Mother's Secret Society (MSS), where they got together every-month (or was it every week?) and discuss in-depth about their kid's love life, as if they had nothing better to do with their time. They could discuss about world peace, poverty, global warming, the decreasing number of wild animals, and the alarming fact that only 14 blue whales were left in this world. So many topics to discuss from and actually do something to help, but no, it had to revolve around their kid's love life if they have nothing to complain about their own life, which brings me back to where I am stuck right now.

'It has been a long time since you went on a date. And you didn't even contact Shintani like I asked you to.' She accused me sharply.

I rolled my eyes and thanked the stars that we are not having this conversation face to face or else my mother, being the dictator, would have probably boxed my ears right then and there until I submit to her authority. That's my mother for you! Still I am 27! I am strong, independent woman who fears no-one, well except my mother. I had to take a stance and at least try to stand up against my mother!

I cleared my throat and steeled my determination.

'Mom!' I started, balling my fist to make sure I was able to convey all that is on my mind, 'Why do I have to call Shintani? If he wants to talk to me, then he can call me himself. And as for not going on a date for a long time, it is because I am busy. With my work load, I hardly have time to do anything else.'

'Misaki Ayuzawa! Don't try that work tone on me!' my mother threatened. I swear my knees did not shake when she said this. I am already in my late twenties and still my mom had this way to make me pee in my pants, well not literally, but I hope you get what I meant.

She continued in that crispy, sharp tone, 'My friends' daughters are almost all married, pregnant, already had their first kid or at least engaged to be married. And you? You reject or scare every man who gathers enough courage to approach you!'

I knew these lines by heart and closed my eyes, mentally picturing the 14 surviving blue whales and wondered if their dating lives involve their mother dictating which whale to go for depending upon their power of splashing water through their snout-the higher or more wide-spread the better or the size of their tail-fin? Or how far they could bend their body? My mind drew a picture of male whales diving from a diving board and the whale-mom's sitting by the pool with their half-moon spectacles perched on their nose, nodding venerably at their performance and giving them scores out of ten like they do in the Olympics.

'Misaki? Are you listening to me?' she checked. My mom sure is sharp!

My mouth automatically replied, 'Yes mom! Obviously! I heard everything.' Smooth Misaki! I mentally patted myself on the head for coming up with a reply almost immediately.

'And you agree, right?' she pressed. Now I didn't know what she was talking about. I had not heard anything, duh! But if I asked her to repeat, she would reach out from the mouth-piece and strangle me, I swear. Knowing my mother, I didn't think it is impossible, technology or no technology.

'Yes, mom.' I replied submissively, mentally praying that it was not some marriage contract my mom thought of binding me in.

'Good. So be ready on Friday night at 7 sharp. Shintani will pick you up for dinner. And be charming.' And with that my mom hung up without even waiting for my reply. I stared flabbergasted at my phone-screen. She set me up for a date! A DATE! I groaned and mentally kicked myself for falling in my mother's date trap! I should have known better than drift off thinking about blue whales. And she said Friday, right? It was two days away. I signed again. Thankfully, it was not a blind date. I have known Shintani Hinata since kindergarten days till middle-school. We went to different high-schools and our path had not met since then and we lost contact a long while back. I could hardly imagine what he would look like these days. Back at middle-school he used to be chubby, always munching something and anything he could lay his hands upon. My hyper-active imagination quickly drew a taller version of the middle-school Shintani with a bulging belly holding a beer and winking at me. I frowned on how my mother agreed to set up a date with him. Ah! We will see this Friday anyhow.

With that thought, I jumped up from my bed and walked towards the kitchen. It's 7-15 in the morning! Yes, my lovely mother loves to wake me up with breaking news about eligible men, dates and marriages. Let me assure you that it works better than a monotonous alarm clock as it ensures complete loss of even a speck of lingering drowsiness and it never comes with a snooze button.

I looked around pondering on what to eat when my eyes settled on my ever-reliable stock of maggi noodles. Well, I am no pro when it comes to cooking, hell, I am forbidden to enter the kitchen at home since the last accident revolve around me burning the steak and almost setting the kitchen on fire. Anyway, thanks to induction cooker, it is nearly impossible to set fire to stuff and I have mastered cooking the 2-minute maggi noodles and boiling water for cup-noodles, instant soup and various other instant foods to get me by in this independent rebellious single life of mine.

I quickly 'cooked' maggi and turned on the tv and switched it to a news channel. Well, that's my work and life. I am a scholar in a newspaper company called 'Tokyo Times', TT in short. My work is multi-dimensional, it involves reviewing and editing the articles wrote by reporters to make sure the tone is neutral before sending it to be printed, determining which story to investigate in depth or to lay off and occasionally interview people on sensitive cases. They don't call me the diplomat for nothing. I can wiggle out any secret with a charming smile but alas, it does not work on my mother. Though my job sounds simple and straightforward enough, it is a highly meticulous job and I absolutely love it. It is satisfying; I thrive in the ever-changing nature of it. If work was a man, my mother would have been a very happy woman.

There doesn't seem to be any breaking news as of now, only Gerard Walker, the CEO of the famous MNC Walker Inc was sighted walking out of a hospital 3rd time this month. I rolled my eyes. How did it make it to the breaking news? Channels these days, they would turn anything into breaking news just to pique up their viewership. What is wrong with the CEO walking out of a hospital? He could have gone there to visit a relative or to donate some money or went there for an innocent blood-test. There are so many things which require walking in to a hospital. Just because he is the CEO, he can't walk in to a hospital? He is a human not an alien! Was he supposed to be confined in his office making phone-calls sitting on a high back chair with a cigar on one hand, or plot his next conquest in a room with a miniature model of the world and small plastic building placed on it to show their already conquered places or swim in a pit of money like Uncle Scrooge? The last image was definitely hilarious. I can flawlessly imagine Gerard Walker wearing a black and white stripped one-piece swimsuit and diving from a diving board on the sea of coins. He is pretty striking, I must say. His blue eyes, jet black hair and an easy smile make him an instant hit amongst paparazzi and ladies.

I scrapped and literally licked my bowl clean to make sure not a single noodle strand is left un-devoured. I washed my bowl and checked my phone for any messages. And unfortunately, I found 4. Three was work-related from a noob reporter who writes 10 lines and makes me proofread it and the last one was from Sakura. She is one of my high-school bestie. Other one is Shizuko. Anyway, Sakura texted to let me know that we would be meeting for ice-cream in the evening in this café she visited with her boyfriend recently, like I have nothing better to do with my time. But Sakura is forceful too; she threatened that she would turn up at my office and burn all the files if I don't come on time, so there you have it. We gather together once a fortnight to exchange gossip which means I end up listening to their stories most of the time as I hardly have anything exciting to say except my mother's latest ratings about the eligible guy in town.

I showered and chose a formal grey suit with a white shirt underneath and a one-inch heel. I like keeping my feet as close to the ground as possible in case I face a klutz moment, and I daresay, I have many. I tied my hair up in a ponytail and applied a light pink lipstick. I scrutinized myself in the mirror at different angles and then picked up my handbag and started off for my workplace.

My workplace is around 15mins walking distance from my apartment in one of the busiest street of Tokyo. The shear energy of a footpath full of people walking in formal attire towards their workplace makes me so happy. Now, don't tag me as a work-o-phile or workaholic. I just like the sharp click-clack noise of their squeaky clean shoes, almost in unison, and their work-face or in other words lost-in-work-thought face up, it looks so funny. I must sound paranoid now, no?

I was walking towards my office, enjoying the sound of shoes on the concrete footpath when my eyes fell on a little boy in an orange t-shirt running towards the road. I particularly spotted him because of that orange colour, it stood out sharply in contrast to the muted dark tones of the office formal attire. I watched in slow motion as the boy ran towards the road after a small yo-yo which had apparently fallen of his little hands completely oblivious of the speeding cars on the road. Before I could think coherently, my body instinctively ran towards the boy, put my arms around him and threw myself off the road towards the footpath just a nanosecond before a car sped by us. Phew! In no time, I was surrounded by people helping me to stand up and cleaning the dust of my grey suit. The boy's mother hugged me with tears in her eyes and thanked me incessantly for saving her son's life. I mentally thanked her for making him wear such a bright t-shirt otherwise it would have been hard to notice and frankly I couldn't let myself stand and stare if I see some oncoming danger. I didn't train in aikido for nothing, you know. I knelt down to pat the boy's head and told him never to do that again and in return the boy kissed me on the cheek. That amounted my total kiss of this quarter year to 3. I got one from my dad, mom and now this boy. That's all the romance I had in the last 3 months. I know, my love-life is pathetic.

As I ruffled the little guy's hair in return for the kiss, an unknown pair of strong hands grabbed my arms tightly. I winced as sudden pain shot through my being.

'You are injured.' Declared a deep, velvety voice. I looked at the speaker and for a moment I was mesmerized by the dazzling view. The words belonged to a tall guy with emerald green eyes and spiked blonde hair. Adonis! That's the word sprung to my mind. Greek god indeed. His simple white shirt and dark trousers outlined his perfectly slim body and you could almost feel the 6-pacs hiding beneath the shirt.

'Finished checking me out?' asked the blonde Adonis, a little impatiently. I coloured up at that remark. What happened to my feminine pride, now? A man has grabbed my arm and that calls for divine punishment. I quickly recollected myself and the situation and retorted, 'Let go of me, pervert! Who gave you the authority to touch me?'

'You are injured.' He repeated, still not letting go of my arms. Is he a lecher? Or molester?

'It's nothing, I have endured worse.' I replied, trying to wriggle my arms out of his strong grip. Hot or not! He is no good news.

At my retort, he squeezed my arms again and I almost screamed at the pain shooting through my arms.

'Why you, brat!' I fumed balling my fist to give him a taste of my anger.

'See what I mean?' he remarked with a smirk, apparently unaffected by my charming anger and gripped one of my hands and dragged me in his direction which was opposite to my workplace.

'Hey! Mister! Where the hell are you taking me? I will shout for the police.' I hissed trying to keep up with his fast pace.

'I am taking you to the hospital to get it dressed.' He replied, not glancing in my direction and added, 'I saw the whole scene and though what you did was indeed brave, but it was absolutely reckless. One wrong move and both of you could have died.'

'I know that, mister. But it didn't happen right?' I asked as I struggled to free my wrist from his iron-grip and only winced in the process. Why is he being so mean and at the same time kind? He is just a random stranger. Do selfless kind people and not to mention this handsome still exist on earth? Scratch that kind. He is not kind at all or he wouldn't have squeezed my arm so hard. He could be a masochist, maybe.

'Mister, where-' I started to enquire the location of the hospital when we found ourselves in front of the Patricia-memorial Hospital. It's the largest hospital in Tokyo. Before I could say anything, he shoved me through the emergency door and made me sit on a crash-cart and started to open the buttons of my suit. Though he did not graze any of my- ummm feminine parts, I could not help blushing like a tomato at this gesture.

'He-hey! What do you think you are doing? I am a woman!' I protested but he silenced me with a stern look. I don't know how a man I have just met have this much power to drag me to a hospital and try to unbutton my suit, where the hell is my feminine pride when I need it? And why am I being so submissive, all of a sudden? I should not succumb to his malediction. Just when I was gathering courage to come up with a sassy retort, an attractive nurse breezed in with a white coat in her hands and said, 'Dr. Usui, here is your coat. I will be at your service today. Dr. Igirashi wants a word with you. What do we have here?' I swear she re-did her lipstick just to come and talk to him and she also seemed to be wearing mascara.

'Thank you, Miss Chiyo' Replied the blonde, oblivious of the measures taken by the nurse,' This lady here'- 'Misaki Ayuzawa' I supplied my name-'She is injured. Left arm, bicep, elbow and get an xray of both arms and chest. Stat. I will be back in a minute.' With that he left me in the hands of the nurse. She greeted me with a practiced smile and helped me remove my suit and then gave me their hospital gown to change into to remove my full-sleeved shirt underneath. I did as told because my arms were really starting to pain. And lo and behold, my left arm had turned black and blue in the places it took the most hit. As I was brought back from the x-ray room, I saw the so-called Dr. Usui waiting by my assigned bed. He immediately made me sit on the bed and examined my bruised arm and without warning started rubbing it between his hands.

'Ouch! That hurts, doctor!' I exclaimed in pain as my hand involuntarily tried to jerk out of his painful grip. I rather have my mother box my ears than this, or rather not.

'It will subside in a minute.' Assured the Adonis.

'If you hadn't brought me here, it would have healed itself.' I retorted through the pain, glaring daggers at him.

'Humor me.' Lazily replied the blonde, going about my arm as if he was just making dough.

And just like he said, my pain was lessening as the bruises turned into a pale pink colour from their previous blackened form. I looked at my doctor curiously. Come to think of it, his face looks familiar. I have seen it before somewhere but I just could not put a finger on it and natural blondes are a rare sight in Japan. I would have remembered if I had met him before. But, I cannot recall, still this familiarity. I let my inner reported take over as I analysed the situation. He was a doctor. And the way nurses and the patients alike checked him out, well he was obviously hot. Super hot, in fact. What else? And his last name is Usui. I studied his facial features, it was perfectly symmetrical with his nose in the dead center and absolutely flawless skin. How can a man be gifted with so much perfection. Why doesn't people like this approach me in the dating site instead of creepy men (yes, I have one, curtsey Sakura. Although I said I don't need it, I check it out occasionally out of curiosity. Market survey, you know.), I would have dated him. But then, judging by the random people checking him out, he probably doesn't need to enroll in a dating site. I bet the nurses do a lottery amongst themselves and the winner gets to flirt with him for the day. Wow! I am so perceptive.

'Done checking me out, Miss?', asked the blonde again. Shit! He must have caught me studying him. I need to cover my ass. Think of a good excuse, Misaki.

'I am an anthropology student. I was not checking you out. I was studying you.' I replied and mentally face-palmed myself. Student? I am 27!

'Oh. The study of human behavior, eh? What did you gather from studying me?' he asked with a smirk as he kept on massaging my arms. Now what is there to smirk about? But what now? I cannot say that I was thinking about his dating life. It would make me sound desperate. And believe me, I am NOT desperate. He is just insanely hot and I was just wondering casually. Did I say he was insanely hot? Shit! Shit! I could feel myself blushing. I have to think of something ugly to make this blush go away.

Usui sniggered. I whipped my head towards him and stared flabbergasted. Before I could say anything, he threw his head back and laughed out loud. This guy was laughing at my expense. I could feel myself grow hot with embarrassment but at the same time, I could not be annoyed. His laugh sounded so pure and contagious that even the other patients and nurses stopped mid-work to look in his direction and smile.

'What are you laughing at?' I demanded, looking for any scraps to retain my dignity.

'Seriously, I never saw any human go through so many facial changes in less than a minute. Anthropologists should study you.' he answered as he tried to suppress another laughter building in his stomach.

'Hmph!' I snatched my arms away from his grip and gentle massaged it by myself.

'The pain had subsided. Thank you very much.' I replied acidly. I don't want to make a bigger fool of myself and started looking for my office attire.

The insufferable Adonis nodded and promptly retrieved my office suit. 'Do you need help to change into these?' He asked with a smirk.

One second.

Two seconds.

3 seconds passed while I stared at him trying to process his sentence and I could feel my blush betray my thoughts.

'YOU PERVERT! Get out!' I screamed and promptly pushed him off the curtain boundary and pulled it to get some privacy. Laughing at my expense! How dare he! I take back all the good stuff I said about him. Handsome or not, he is a jerk and a pervert using his good looks to lure women to him. I gingerly changed into my office attire and pulled back the curtain to notice Miss Chiyo glaring at me. I almost expected that, I insulted their Mr McDreamy, didn't I?

'Here are your reports and prescription. Dr. Usui told you to apply these ointments for a week to make sure the bruises subside completely.' She informed acidly, and almost shoved my medical file on my stomach.

'Er..thanks Miss Chiyo. And the bill?' I enquired flipping through the report. There was no bill.

'This is a free treatment ward, Miss Ayuzawa. You are free to go and in the future it would be unwise to scream in a hospital.' She informed and immediately turned to attend another patient.

I looked around uncertain of what to do, a little embarrassed with my misconduct and well, I was free to go. I made my way towards the door when I heard-

'Miss Ayuzawa, take care of your arm.' It was Dr. Usui.

'T-thank you. I will.' I replied timidly. Well whatever the case maybe, however he made fun of me, he treated me nonetheless. If he had not massaged me, I know I would have winced in pain the whole day. I was grateful.

'Good girl' and he patted my head. My eyes widened in surprise. He patted my head? Patted? Actually patted? Like you pat a little girl or your pet dog? Before I could say anything, I saw Miss Chiyo glaring at me from a distance. This was a hospital and I could not shout or bash his arrogant face. 'I am not your little girl.' I hissed before turning to exit the building.

I could hear Usui burst into laughter much to my chagrin while I restrained with every cell of my being to pound him to a pulp. Too much insult for my ego. He was saved because I was in his debt.

I am experimenting with different writing styles. So, what are you waiting for? REVIEW and tell me what you think of it and on ways to improve it. In return, I will update fast. :)