Hi, I'm MikaRose31. This is my first fanfiction. I've been meaning to write one for awhile, but hadn't had the time or inspiration to do so. A big thanks to my best friend, MotherNight92 for the editing! Two sets of eyes are always better than one...

Anyways, Enjoy. Please review and tell me what you think... Oh by the way this fanfiction has been written so it can either be a oneshot or continued on later... if you guys want me too! .

Chance Meeting at the Arrivals

A Japanese girl made her way through the jostling crowed at the airport, pulling her luggage along behind her; she was a pretty girl with long dark brown hair that framed her face in jagged layers with amber coloured eyes that peered out at the world from behind a pair of thick framed glasses that almost dominated her small face. Pausing to look out the nearest window Ayuzawa Misaki thought back to the conversation between her, her mother and Suzuna, the conversation that had her back in Japan.

"Misaki, I've received news from your Father… He's back in Japan and has somehow managed to pay off his debts, we can afford to go home now, not have to live here anymore with my parents supporting us and I know how much you've regretted leaving without saying goodbye"

"Mum? Are you saying we can go back to Japan? Do you actually believe all the debts are gone?! I don't trust Dad that much"

"Sometimes I think you're a bit slow Misa! Mum just said we can go back, but I have to agree with you about Dad, piped up Suzuna.

Minako nibbled on her lower lip in thought "Perhaps Misa or I could go back to see if it's true?... But I have my job to worry about here, Misa, your currently on holidays from your job aren't you?"

And so it had been decided that she would go back to Japan.

It had been almost four years since they had abruptly left, not even having time to say goodbye to anyone, but most of all Misaki hadn't been able to tell her perverted alien stalker why she had to leave and more importantly that she loved him. Over the years she had thought about him from time to time, wondering if he'd changed as she had. As she wasn't that girl who hated guys anymore and was afraid to show how she felt about someone. She'd changed, not just emotionally but physically as well. She was virtually unrecognisable as the emotionally distance girl who'd left Japan.

No, she wasn't a girl anymore; she was a woman, tall and willowy with skin the colour of the palest honey, with long dark brown hair that framed her face in jagged layers that reached her waist. No she definitely wasn't that girl anymore!

Usui Takumi signed heavily as he made his way through the ever busy airport from yet another trip to England to visit his Mother's family. These twice yearly visits really drained him, having to exchange pleasantries with people who clearly despised his existence and didn't wish for him to have any knowledge of the family business even though he had been made the heir after Gerald had died.

A lone, solitary figure standing by one of the airports reflective glass windows caught his eye. She seemed ever so familiar to him, yet at the same time he was almost sure she was a stranger, she somewhat remained him of his Misaki, who'd left Japan without a word.

Whoever she was, she was a real beauty, unusually tall for someone of Japanese descent, and she was almost his height, him having a British/Japanese heritage. Usui hadn't realised how long he'd been staring at the women until her eyes met his in the reflection in the glass… Those eyes were unmistakable, a rich warm amber colour, a colour he'd only ever seen in Misaki's family.

It couldn't be, could it? She didn't really look like Misaki, except at the same time she did, just more mature and there wasn't a cloud of emotional disrupt around her.

Usui took a step towards her, just as she spun around from the window…

Coming out of her musings, Misaki came aware of an intense stare that was directed at her. Slowly she raised her eyes up until they connected with a pair of dark green eyes. Green eyes she knew could only belong to one person, her Usui.

Spinning around with wide eyes she watched him come towards her, moving as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Misaki opened her mouth to speak and found herself lost for words. Usui had been beautiful four years ago and now he had filled out more and as her eyes travelled up his body she became aware of how much she'd missed him… and how intently he was looking at her…

He couldn't believe his eyes, it was Misaki! All grown up and devastatingly beautiful. Nothing like the girl he had once known, this girl, no women, wore fashionable clothing that clung and draped to her figure and her hair. He had never seen it so long!

Usui had to smirk at how she was boldly looking him up and down. A blush travelled up her neck to bloom on her face as caught sight of that smirk…

"Why Misaki?"

Usui's quietly spoken question caught her by surprise and she blinked up at her before replying with a question of her own.

"Why did I leave or why did I leave without saying goodbye?" Misaki said just as quietly.