A/N: Hello, and welcome to my little world of Kaichou wa Maid-sama! Just kidding. It's not mine. But it is in my imagination D;
Anywhos~ This fanfic is loosely inspired by a dating sim game that I played recently (Bonus points if you can figure out which one!), but I will try to the best of my ability to stay as in-character as possible. Yes, this is Takumi x Misaki, and yes there will be name calling, such as "perverted space alien." So just sit tight, grab some Maid-Cafe lattes, and enjoy the ride.
Being forced into a secretarial position at the local bank was no woman's dream, or at least not an ethical dream to Misaki. But beggars can't be choosers, as the saying goes. Misaki's mother had eagarly come home one day with news that the position was open to any female at or above the age of 17, and there was no way Misaki could refuse her.
Though she was suspicious of the gender requirement, Misaki had applied within the week and considering her high marks and good referrals from her teachers (not to mention her extreme charismatic skills with her female interviewer), she was hastily accepted and started not even a month later. Misaki's only motivational factor was her family; they lived on scraps and whatever Suzuna could win through contests. Her mother was often ill and was an over-all very fragile woman. That left Misaki in charge of taking care of the family, as her dead-beat father had run off, dumping a huge debt onto them without mercy. Misaki swore she would find him one day... The man who made her hate men.
"Onee-chan, what are you doing up so early," Suzuna groggily questioned while rubbing her eyes, "It's only 5 AM." She had been rudely awoken by pots banging and cabinet doors being slammed, only to be opened and slammed again.
"Ah, s-sorry Suzuna. I was just trying to make a nice breakfast for you and mother. I figured you two could use a nice treat." Misaki responded with a burnt wooden spoon in her hand. Her once white apron had an assortment of food stains smeared on it.
"You woke me up, Onee-chan. Plus, you're the one that works the hardest out of all of us. You deserve to be treated, not us. And I don't think mom will appreciate you destroying the last of her cooking utensils." Suzuna replied in her quiet yet mannerful tone of voice. Misaki quickly ducked the ruined spoon behind her and smiled sheepishly at her sister.
"Sorry, I didn't intend to wake you, I was just trying really hard to get it perfect. But...," Misaki's eyes swept across the kitchen, examining the mess she had unknowingly created. It looked like a feral animal had broken into their home and had ransacked the kitchen in search of spare food.
Misaki sighed; she had just wanted to do this one thing before school today to show how much she appreciated her mother and Suzuna's support. She could try again when she got home... That's it! She thought enthusiastically, I can cook them a dinner with the money I earn from this week's paycheck. Content with her decision, Misaki began to clean the train-wreck she had caused in the kitchen. Suzuna quietly mumbled something like, "Don't over-work yourself, Onee-chan. We worry about you," before stalking back upstairs to catch up on her sleep. Misaki made a mental note to buy her mom a new spoon as she readied herself for school.
"I'm leaving now!" Misaki called before jogging out of the house; her early morning endeavour had set her schedule back more than she had anticipated.
As she pushed open the rusty gate at the end of their property, the unreliable thing collapsed in a tangled-metal heap. Damn this gate! Misaki cursed mentally, and added getting a new gate to her checklist. This day was not going well at all...
Misaki's school day went by relatively quickly, something she had noticed lately since she began her job. When being at school was her only obligation, it seemed to take forever. Now that she had something to do afterwards, it seemed only half as long. After she had finished sorting the last of the Seika High Spring Festival request forms and tossing the inappropriate magazines she had confiscated early that day, Misaki hastily made her way to work. Once again, she was slightly behind schedule, and didn't have time to dilly-dally.
On her way, Misaki spotted many couples holding hands or gazing into eachother's eyes passionately, or even, Misaki gagged, kissing. She couldn't help but scoff at these people. One way another, the man would hurt the girl in an unspeakable way, and she would be brokenhearted for months, only to be swept off her feet by a supposed knight in shining armor to restart the cycle all over again. Misaki didn't see the appeal in dating at all. What a waste of time and energy. Not to mention men were evil pigs.
While in her mind-set of mental scrutiny Misaki did not notice the tall blonde man who stood directly in her path. She slammed into him with enough force to send him staggering back a few steps, and her to fall onto her behind. She quickly recollected herself and stood up, ready to confront the man for standing in the middle of a walkway, but he quickly interjected.
"Sorry, that trick doesn't work on me, sweetheart. I'm not interested." His silky voice had a hint of annoyance in it. He gave her a quick once-over before letting out a sound, "Tch."
"You hardly even look like a girl, despite your long hair. Definitely not my type," The blonde commented. Misaki clenched her fists as she felt her blood boil at the very sight of this pretentious bastard.
"What makes you think that you're my type, conceited jerk?" The man seemed genuinely surprised by her sharp response. Misaki deduced that he was most likely used to being worshiped by women. What a piece of trash, she thought as she stormed off, leaving the man stunned where he stood.
At work, Misaki had barely calmed down from her incident earlier, and was still upset over her sour morning. She only looked forward to getting out of the building as fast as she could with a crisp paycheck in hand. But such was not so.
"Miss Ayuzawa, a word in my office?" Misaki's supervisor requested of her, just 10 minutes before her shift was over. She reluctantly set down her current project to join him in his office.
"What can I be of assistance with, sir?" She inquired curiously.
"I need you to run a very important errand for me. It may be a bit time consuming, so you won't be able to go home for a while longer." He responded cooly, and a muscle ticked in Misaki's jaw. Of course, she would receive a significant bonus to her check if she accepted, which would easily replace the old gate with a newer model, but accepting did mean that she would have to hold off on her plans for dinner. As she weighed her options, the better choice became more clear.
"Of course, sir. What is it you need me to do?"
"I need you to attend an auction on my behalf at the Walker Corporation tonight, if it doesn't trouble you." Though he was offering her the opportunity, his voice hinted that it was not an option to decline. His eyes were as sharp as daggers as they peered into Misaki's, awaiting her answer.
"An... An auction, sir? I'm sorry, I have no experience with those sorts of things. I'm afraid you will have to ask someone else." Misaki bowed her head in apology. Her supervisor urgently rose from his chair.
"unfortunately, that is no longer an option. No one here is as qualified for this sort of event as you are. Additionally, I have already printed off some documents for you to take, and an official I.D., for your use only, to be granted into the auction." He hurriedly spoke, as if Misaki rejecting this offer would be harmful to his standing.
Misaki had her doubts, but decided that she was simply over-reacting. If he says that she is qualified, then it can't be too difficult. Surely the documents would walk her through it. It was just an auction after all.
"I understand."
Misaki's supervisor beamed and quickly phoned for a cab to take her to the main Walker Corporation building, where the auction was being held. Her instructions were short and simple, and Misaki was glad that they left little room for a mistake on her behalf. All she had to do was hand the secretary the folder of documents, show her special I.D., and the rest would be smooth-sailing from there. Misaki had never been to an auction before, so she wasn't too sure on what was considered "smooth-sailing," but she would take whatever she could get.
The cab ride was surprisingly long, considering the small size of the city that Misaki resided in. Perhaps this "Walker Corporation" was in a larger city. Once the car came to a stop in front of an enormous building and did not move forward after a 10 seconds or so, Misaki knew she had arrived. Stepping slowly out of the vehicle so not to twist her ankles from her 2 inch heels, Misaki gazed up at the expanse of floors this building had. At the very top of the metallic black structure was the name "Walker" printed in bold bright-blue lights. Definitely the right place then, Misaki decided.
Misaki easily located the secretary's desk once inside and handed off the folder of documents. Once the secretary had entered the documents' information into the company's database, she quickly glanced over Misaki's I.D. before motioning for her to follow the security guard at the door to the left. Another flash of the I.D. had her being escorted down a long and dim corridor. The guard turned down one of the branching off hallways and opened the door at the end.
"Please wait here, Miss Ayuzawa." He said in a commanding voice before shutting the door behind her.
Well, she thought, I guess I'm playing it by ear from here on out.
Not even 5 minutes had passed before a different security guard entered the room and ushered Misaki into the room next to the one she had just been waiting in. This room was much darker than the hallway she had been in earlier, and it almost looked as if the walls were made out of glass...
Before she knew it, the door clicked shut behind her, and she was left alone in the ominous glass room. When she tried the door, the doorknob wouldn't budge. She assumed that this was just for the security of the guests and rationally told herself it was not time to panic. She had never been to an auction before, so she didn't know if these outrageous steps had to be taken.
Suddenly, blinding lights flashed on from all corners of the room. Misaki flinched and covered her eyes for a minute until they adjusted to the severity of the brightness. A small icon flashed on the wall across from Misaki that read "Spin." Ah, this must be a security scan, she concluded, yet still slightly suspicious. She had never heard of a scanning like this before. Misaki spun slowly in a neat circle so that she would not have to repeat the motion again. The sign flashed again, but this time it read, "Remove coat." Misaki assumed that the metal pin on the front had interfered with the security scan and promptly removed her thin jacket. The sign flashed yet again, reading something that made Misaki quite uncomfortable: "Remove blouse."
Misaki hesitated. There were in fact metal buttons on her work shirt, but she did not see how it would affect the system so much so that she had to take it off. But she didn't want to give her company a bad name, and after a triple check for secret cameras in the room, Misaki slowly unbuttoned her shirt with shaking fingers. She was becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second, but continued to reassure herself that it would all be over soon and she could attend the auction in a few minutes.
Misaki let the garment slip from her shoulders as it puddled on the ground around her feet. She now stood in only her mid-thigh rise pleated skirt, heels, and black lacy bra. A chill snaked its way down Misaki spine, but she ignored it to the best of her ability. The sign flashed again, and Misaki was almost too afraid to read it. But she did: "Spin."
With extreme hesitation now, Misaki managed to turn herself in a tight circle, feeling more and more exposed as she rotated around. She had the strongest feeling that someone was watching everything she did, and she bit down on her lip to keep from throwing her clothes back on and hurling herself against the door. It's just a security scan, she reminded herself over and over.
Misaki's heart leaped with joy when the sign flashed a new message reading "Please wait... Return garments." She hurriedly collected her jacket and blouse and made no delay in returning them to the exact place that they belonged: covering her body. Once the last button on her shirt had been secured, Misaki heard a faint hissing sound. She ignored it at first, but as it continued, she began to feel light-headed and swayed from side to side. Misaki faintly recalled hearing the door open behind her and felt fabric tug around her eyes and hands. Then, nothing.