How is this fanfiction different?- Usui Takumi is rich. Correction- He is a stinkin' rich, arrogant bastard (but he is also very handsome). Who doesn't give a damn about the opposite sex...Until, well until, he meets this one girl in his school (Ahem* I know I'm trying and failing to be subtle...I'm pretty sure y'all know who 'this girl is') Well so, her unique thoughts and feelings only manage to make his demeanor rougher, and he does something that he probably will regret for the rest of his life. Is something meant to happen between them? Or do they share another average employee/employer relationship?

IKR guys I haven't published the next chapter of Where This Led Us yet but I will...two centuries later. Nah, just kidding. IKR lame sense of humor showing. Well this might get a little OOC in the beginning (First 5 or so chapters) But after that...:) Believe me, it WILL get better, just remember...I ship them too.

*Prologue*

Not one day passed by without Misaki resenting her father, and believe it or not, there were plenty of things she hated him for- leaving their family with a heavy debt on their shoulders was the prime factor of course. Three heads to feed and two to send to school was not a responsibility to be fulfilled by working a mere hour a day at some old cafe.

There was a lot more to it, almost too much for a high-school student to handle...But Misaki Ayuzawa was no ordinary girl. Her reputation as a demonic president was widely accepted among the students of Seika high school...especially the male category, the ones who failed to accomplish their task.

It wasn't entirely their fault she was sensitive in the matter of men, but in this case, whenever she so much as felt that they were slacking around her control vanished and BOOM, she became the Gaea of Rick's books. (PJO reference IKR, couldn't resist)

And over that, if her father's abandonment had not been enough, then this guy definitely had...And it felt as if he was not even trying, but the helplessness he made her feel was agonizing.

She remembered it all clearly, the day he had walked up to her, mainly because of the fact that she woke up panting every single night after visualizing the same scene again...and again...and again...

-Flashback-

The elections had concluded and now she was President. However, becoming so had been the easy part and the hard part was to somehow bring back the reputation Seika had never had.

The footsteps behind her were faint, but had failed to go undetected by her tympanic membrane. She whipped her head past her shoulder to catch the sight of a smirk. It was Usui Takumi, the school player, the only boy she felt somewhat uneasy around.

"Well, well, well...if it isn't the new Kaichou." However in this particular case, irritation was the most imminent emotion,mainly because of the fact that he had turned down every single proposal from the female population. And yesterday had been particularly displeasing, she didn't know why he found it so pleasing to drive a girl to tears.

Her glare was treacherous but he didn't even flinch, if possible, his smirk grew even wider. Deciding that he wasn't worth even a nano-fraction of her time or her breath she rolled her eyes and continued to walk down the hallway.

He moved so fast that his figure blurred. In a jiffy, he pushed her so that her back slammed against the wall, the pain she felt dull in comparison to the anger that burned inside, "WHAT THE HELL?" Ayuzawa Misaki rarely cursed but when she did, the situation was worth it.

"How dare you ignore me when I'm talking to you?!" Misaki was shocked...How could someone be so oblivious to their own actions? She gaped at him loath jumbled with pity.

They exchanged glares for a minute, his teeth grit like the baring of a Doberman. Misaki decided not to test the waters by acting violently, she knew how strong this jerk was and she couldn't afford medical care let alone a lawyer.

"What. Do. You. Want. From. Me?" She grumbled as politely as she could muster.

And just like that his lips molded into an annoying smirk, that very annoying smirk she despised. Leaning in closer, so close that she could feel his breath on her face and it surprised her that it didn't stink..."I need you to do a certain something for me...for a payment of course."

-Flashback ends-

She should've tried, harder, she could've tried harder. But deep inside, even now, she knew it was useless, most girls would be ready to strip for that kind of money, no need for his charm

And for someone who needed it as desperately as her...At first, she had the decency to refuse, to preserve her self-respect. But he had managed to convince her, both of them had known that it was bound to happen eventually...And it had.

The sight of his house had never failed to take her breath away, the grand arches, multi-layered chandelier, the rich scarlet carpet that decorated every millimeter of the floor. Calling it a house would be practical insult...it was a medieval mansion, almost in literal sense.

The cheapest accessory present there would probably have cost him five times the value of everything she owned...

The single statistical information should have been enough her make her cower in fear, and it almost did...but she knew better, she had been taught better, no matter how insolent or powerful his clan was, she would not surrender. She averted her eyes from the grandeur of his residence, nevertheless, she made her way to the hellhole. (Y'all will find out why she calls it so)

The anticipated greeting rang in her years yet again,"Well, well, well...If it isn't the Kaichou." She turned around, her disapproval seeping from her eyes into his. Usui Takumi stood there, surrounded by cobalt blue rose bushes. Since she was feeling particularly on edge today, she decided to bite back with one of her own greetings, "I shouldn't have expected any better vocabulary from the king of idiots."

His smirk faltered momentarily, only to curl back into a sneer, "Says the girl whom I beat in the mock exam and every other one." It was true, but it was also a low blow...he knew how much time she had to study with this practice going on.

In three long strides he was on her, pulling her by the wrist, he brought her face inches away from his. She wanted so desperately to pull away, to slap him, to use her Aikido skills, but she knew she couldn't and he was using it against her. Snarling, he breathed,"That is no way to greet your master." The emphasis on the word 'master' was crystal crystal.

He knew this was torture for her, for someone who held a burning hatred for males, and he enjoyed every second of it.

"K-Konbanwa, Goshujinsama." The strain behind her voice was plenty audible. He smiled amusedly when she bowed an inch and released his grip on her wrist.

This happened typically everyday, as soon as school was over, she would get here and stay for 5 hours or so and then go home and study. Even though high school was getting tough, nothing could compare to this part of her day.

"Good evening to you too, Misa-chan." The teasing was really getting on her nerves. She exhaled forcibly and backed away.

How had such a rich brat ever been in her school?

I know it's kinda short...but please, please review!

Thank you,
Annabeth-AD