Hello! I had this strange idea when I was at the mall with an annoying friend. Then we saw this girl who slipped on the floor and spilled all her Starbucks over herself. She got mad and threw the cup at the trash can, and she missed. Haha, it was really funny to watch. Although that hardly seems like the right time to think about maid sama fanfiction.

Okay, I hope you enjoy this random story! It's going to be about Misaki meeting Usui, and well, you'll know as the story moves on.

Hope you enjoy! Please review! It's encouragement!

Chapter 1: I Hope You Die

It was a bright and sunny Saturday in downtown Tokyo. The cars were moving around the streets quickly; the people were rushing to their destinations; the flowers were blooming; and everything was normal and cheerful. Except for one person.

A girl with pinkish brown hair was squealing as she ran down the street. She had large sparkling eyes that were the same color of her hair and two wavy, bouncy pigtails. The girl was wearing a cute pink skirt and a frilly white blouse. As she was sprinting down the road in four inch high heels (God knows how she managed), she was screaming, "Misaki! MISAKI! I SAW HIM! I SAW HIM! MISAKI! Where are you!"

The pedestrians around her all dove out of the way, while she came running on the sidewalk, and all the people exchanged weird looks with each other, like "What the hell is wrong with her?" A dog nearly got stomped on, a boy on a bicycle nearly crashed into a tree as he swerved to miss her, and six pigeons flew away angrily from her. The girl suddenly stopped and looked ahead. Her face brightened up and she waved, "MISAKI! I SAW HIM!"

She rocketed across the blacktop and swung her arms around a girl that was her age, giving that girl a huge, crushing bear hug. "Oh, Misaki-chan, I saw him! I'm so happy I could die!" Her eyes turned into hearts as she twirled the other girl around in circles. They were standing in front of a café. Tons of customers were staring at them like they were out of their minds.

"Sakura, let go of me! Who did you see anyway?" Her friend, or Misaki, asked. She had raven colored hair that covered her back with beautiful amber eyes, and wore a pair of skinny jeans and small heels. Obviously, she didn't know what her friend Sakura was talking about anyway.

Still giggling to herself, Sakura stopped swinging her and said, "It's so simple, guess!"

Misaki blanked. How was she supposed to know? She sucked at guessing. "Uh, Shizuko?"

"No, silly," she teased. "I said 'him'. I saw KUUGA!" Sakura squealed again. "He's so cute and his voice is just amazing!"

The girl sighed. "Sakura, we've talked about your obsession with all these guys. You just like the first one you see!"

"NO! This time I'm serious! I'm seriously in love!" Sakura pouted. "Plus, we also talked about your man-hating problem and how you never think boys are good. You have to start acting like a girl! You're like 24 now!"

Misaki sighed again. "Boys are pathetic pieces of crap. Remember last time? That guy left you crying. And me? I had to listen to your rambling on how you still loved him and blah, blah, blah."

"Well, I don't love him anymore!" Sakura replied indignantly. "Fine. I won't bother you. I'll let you pick a guy when you want to. And then one day, you'll suddenly fall in love with this awesome stranger, and then you guys might hate each other at first, but then slowly you'll start to like him, and then you'll love him, and then you guys will start dating, and then in bed, you'll have se-"

"SAKURA!" Misaki yelled at her, with cheeks a flaming red color.

Sakura giggled. "Oh well, let's play that game again."

Misaki's eyes widened in horror. "No, not that game. . ."

"Yes, I love that game! Come on, it'll be a good excercise for you! You know, you have to open up with guys one day!"

"I know, just not today. . . No, please, no, don't make me play that game again!" Misaki shook her head rapidly.

"Thirty minutes this time. We'll see who can get the most phone numbers. Winner is treated to lunch. Deal?"

Misaki huffed and hung her head dejectedly. "Fine. . . . . "

The enthusiastic girl bounced on her high heels excitedly. So full of energy. "This is why I love you! Shizuko went home the second I started the game and left me here! You won't do that, Misaki, right?" Her large brown eyes started watering and a small pout made its way to her lips.

The black haired girl just hung her head down in defeat. "Fine. . ."

"Okay, time starts now!" Sakura skipped to the other side of the road and started talking to a cute guy with curly black hair. Misaki just sat down on a bench dejectedly. She sucked at the game really. She could find a guy alright (she wasn't ugly, just unfeminine.) but they would walk away after realizing that she couldn't start a proper conversation. Sakura won every time they played, who couldn't resist that cute, happy personality and adorable, round face? Shizuko would leave and go to the library, and Misaki, well, Misaki ended up treating Sakura to lunch every time.

A leaf fell beside her. She stared up at the large tree growing above her head. Ah, what a nice shade it provided. Misaki stood up and looked ahead. A small café with large, clean glass windows were in front of her. The walls were a nice, crisp clean white, and the sign was painted a cute, pink color. Many customers sat both inside and outside. The outside tables were made of glass and the legs were curved and swirly at the top. It seemed like a nice place.

"Whatever, I'll just grab myself a cup of coffee." Misaki said. She pushed open the shiny door of the café. Instantly, she was plunged into heaven. It smelled of cakes, chocolate, vanilla beans, and coffee all mixed into one. The music was relaxing and the glass panels covering the displays revealed tons of desserts of all kinds. There were cute cupcakes with fancy decorations, along with delicate strawberry mousse pie, fudge brownies, slices of tiramisu, glazed donuts, and millions more.

Misaki's mouth watered just staring at it. She stepped up to the cash register and peered at her watch again. Only twenty minutes left for the game. She'll just treat Sakura to lunch today. Handing up ten dollars, she said, "A medium sized iced coffee and one chocolate donut, please."

The employee managing the cash register smiled brightly and handed her the change. "Thank you, please wait until we call your name." Misaki nodded and sat down in a comfy booth. She propped her head up with her arm and started thinking about random things to kill time.

Misaki was now 24 years old and had finished college. She had paid off her family's debts and such after getting a well-paying job. She had quit Maid Latte, but this cheery atmosphere definitely reminded her of it. Her mother was healthy and Suzuna was about to enter college, and they lived in much better conditions. And here Misaki was, wondering what to do with her life. Other than the spending time with Sakura and Shizuko, there wasn't really much to do. Her job was simple and well-paying, but there wasn't much thrill in it. Misaki wanted challenge to satisfy her boredom. Sakura said a guy. Shizuko didn't care. Misaki? Misaki didn't know.

"Order #46!" The waiter called out. Misaki went up and accepted it with a quick thank you. She kept her head down as she made her way out the door quickly. She would have to at least find one guy, right? Dignity was important to her.

Suddenly, she bumped into someone. Her plastic coffee cup and straw came flying out of her hand and her donut fell onto the floor. And just her luck, the bitter, icy content of the coffee splattered all across the other person's shirt. Misaki slipped on the liquid and landed on the floor. Despite wearing only one inch heels, she gave a yelp when she slipped on the wet floor. She closed her eyes tight as her bottom came in contact with the hard, tile floor.

"Ouch!" she muttered. Misaki slowly got up, trying not to trip again, when suddenly, WHOOSH! And she slipped again. Though this time, she was caught by a pair of strong arms, who steadied her gently and said, "Next time, you should really watch where you're going."

"Huh?" Misaki turned her head quickly, and immediately, she saw the most gorgeous face on Earth. If she was a normal girl, she would've been head over heels by now, and maybe even slightly delirious, being in the presence of a so-called 'god.' But nope. Misaki was just about the most obstinate person on Earth.

The guy had long, spiky blonde hair that was slightly messy, but it made him look hotter anyway. His eyes were the same color of emeralds, and they looked entrancing and mysterious. He wore a white dress shirt and a loose tie that was a shade paler than his eyes. Misaki could smell his expensive cologne sneaking up her nose. His entire image was so perfect, that he was like a picture. All except for that coffee stain on his white shirt. Misaki could feel her blush get higher and higher at such close contact with a guy, and a hot one at that.

"Hello?" the guy gently shook the girl, who seemed like she was off dreaming in some Lala Land. Misaki's glazed eyes finally focused. She cleared her throat, and said, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Watch where you're going next time." He sighed in his mind. This was a horrible morning. First he had woken up late, then he had lost his keys (he found them in the end), next he had to cancel the meeting, and now, he meets a dazed girl who is definitely fantasizing about him. He didn't need another admirer; there was enough for both genders. Rapidly, he was losing his patience.

The guy closed his eyes and looked toward the door. 'Hurry up. . .' he said in his head. Why won't the girl just let him go and get a freakin' change of clothes?

He stared back at her tomato red face. The girl hurriedly bowed and apologized, "I'm so sorry for-"

"It's alright. Can I go please?" he cut her off quickly. 'I don't have time for an hour-long apology,' he thought.

Her demeanor immediately darkened. 'Pushed the wrong button. . .' he said to himself. "Excuse me?" Misaki yelled. "Can you not be an insensitive jerk, and actually listen to the apology? You should understand that not all people are perfect like you, and stop being a playboy, and have some patience for once! Geez! All good-looking guys are such idiots!"

He was stunned. In that twenty seconds of rambling, she had just called him an idiot, a jerk, a playboy, good-looking, and perfect. He didn't know whether to feel glad or angry.

She yanked his hand off her, and said, "Forget it. Sorry. I'm just having a bad day. Let's start again. My name's Misaki."

"Takumi." He said, impatiently.

"I can get your shirt washed for you. It's alright, I'll pay for it. Let's see, where is it from?" She looked closely at the white dress shirt. It was a Giorgio Armani dress shirt! 'Those things cost about $400.00, the rich bastard,' she thought. "Here, I'll buy you another, um slightly less expensive one, get this cleaned, and return it to you, okay?"

"No, it's alright. Look here, I have an important meeting to attend, and I really don't have time for you asking for my number to call me and-" A phone suddenly vibrated. Takumi stuffed his hand in his pocket and whipped out a silver iPhone 5s. He slid the green answer button and said, "Hel-"

"YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE AGAIN FOR THE MEETING! GET YOUR ASS HERE NOW!" a voice yelled out.

"I'll be there, Gerard, just don't-"

"COME HERE, QUICKLY!" the phone beeped. He removed it from his ear and started, "See, I really don't have time for anymore girls asking for dates, okay?"

MIsaki looked shocked. "WHAT!? I don't want to date a pathetic man like you! You think you're so special and the whole world revolves around you! Really, I don't give a damn towards bastards like you. I was just trying to help, honestly!"

Takumi raised his brow. "Oh really?"

"YES! Now if you don't want my help, you should at least refuse politely! When did I say that I want your phone number? I didn't!" Misaki huffed. If the guy was just less stuck up, maybe she could've at least gotten one number.

The phone buzzed again. Text message. He glanced at his silver Rolex. Only five minutes to get back. "I have to leave now, really."

"Get on with it then! Why should I give a damn about where you're going?" Misaki bent down and picked up the donut, still wrapped in its paper bag, and the empty ice coffee. She blew on the donut and took a small bite.

Takumi chuckled and said, "Yeah, I don't really want to meet again," and then turned and stalked off coolly towards the door.

Misaki flamed with rage, "You sick bastard! Just get out of my face! I don't ever want to see your stupid smirk again!" She chucked the empty ice coffee cup, straw and all, at his head.

Surprisingly, he catches it in his hand with his back facing her. Misaki gasped. He looked at her from over his shoulder and tossed it back. "I think it belongs to you?" he inquired, smirking.

Misaki caught it with shaking hands, trembling with anger. Angrily, she crushed the cup and yelled back, "Get out!" A pause.

"And I hope you DIE!" she added furiously for good measure.

Takumi spun around and exited the café with his usual cool.

With Sakura:

"Again, Misaki, you didn't get any guys? I even made the time limit longer!" Sakura said, as they sat in a small sushi restaurant. She was holding 5 phone numbers in her hand.

Misaki buried her head in her arms and grumbled. "I ran into some annoying guy."

Sakura's face suddenly lit up. "TELL ME! Who was it?"

"Some guy called Tamaki? Takumi? Ah whatever," she said.

"Was he hot?" her excited friend asked.

Misaki lifted her head and thought seriously. "Well, he was kinda hot. . ."

"Oh MISAKI! That's the first time you called a guy hot! He's seriously hot then. What was he like?"

"A rich bastard with a fucking foul mouth. He thought I was asking for his phone number, when I was just apologizing for spilling something on him!"

"So you tried to feign an accident, did you? Playing dirty now?"

"NO! I wouldn't do something as low as that!" Misaki yelled.

"And foul mouth? Uh, you should really censor yourself on that, too."

"THOSE WORDS WERE MEANT TO BE USED ON GUYS LIKE HIM!"

Sakura shook her head. "Ah, you could've gotten at least one if you were less disagreeable."

"Well, ask that guy to be less disagreeable!"

"See, you can't say that. Submissive, Misaki, submissive."

"Damn submissive! I'm not going to do anything guy related for the rest of my life!"

"You're going to be some old grandma living with a thousand cats and knitting in front of a TV? Without anyone? A lonely, desolate woman who seeks comfort from her cats," Sakura said dramatically.

"I wouldn't do that!"

"Ah, and to think that love always blossoms at unexpected encounters and dumb accidents," Sakura sighed.

"You know Sakura, I'm thinking you should've took theatre now."

"Oh well, Misaki, you missed one of the best chances you could have ever gotten. You probably won't meet again, if you REALLY hate each other that much," her friend commented. 'Jinxing it will help, right? I'll bet they meet again. There's definitely something going on.' She thought.

"No more guys for me."

"We'll see, we'll see."

With Gerard:

"So Takumi, explain yourself. Why were you almost late?" Gerard interrogated, after the meeting was over. The two were sitting on the sixty-fourth floor of the Walker Corp's gigantic skyscraper, in the massive office that had bullet proof glass on all sides, with a complete view of the city below.

"I ran into some lady," Takumi replied dully.

Gerard inched closer. "Ooh, someone's interested."

"I'm not. She spilled her coffee all over me. Then she called me a playboy, and a sick bastard, and a whole series of crazy names."

"At least she's different."

"Mm," Takumi said.

"What a shame," Gerard sighed. "And here I was, thinking one day, you'll actually like a girl. Sometimes, I wonder if being too handsome is a curse or not. You stick out too much really, Takumi."

"Thanks for comforting me," he said sarcastically.

"No problem," Gerard replied. He walked toward the gigantic window. "You know, if you can't pick yourself, Grandfather will pick for you."

Takumi stiffened. "No, either way, he'll pick for me." He said harshly.

Gerard shrugged, still facing the view of the whole city. "Who knows, Takumi, who knows."

"Whatever. I'm going to take a nap. I really don't get enough sleep." He walked off towards the huge couch. "Don't disturb me."

"Sure." Gerard stared outside and thought, 'You'll definitely meet up again sometime. Maybe she'll change your boring life.'

Takumi lied down on the couch and looked up towards the high ceiling, which had a huge chandelier in a hole carved out up there. 'She really is something, isn't she?'

END CHAPTER.