A/N: Maid Sama! and characters are the property of Hiro Fujiwara. I own nothing but a day old Kit Kat.

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Her high-class training had been going reasonably well ("Using so many forks is a waste of water…" "Too tight… can't… BREATH…"). Being around Miyabigaoka's elite group was not as bad as Misaki first feared (though it wasn't exactly enjoyable either). She even found an unlikely ally in Kaon Umekouji after the toy princess realized Misaki was the "gentleman" butler who caught her at Usui's birthday party. She found support (though much quieter) in Maki as well. Things appeared to have hit their stride.

Then came the horse-riding lesson.

Is all this really necessary? Misaki sarcastically thought as she stood before a huge open field sprinkled with riding obstacles. She inhaled the dewy grass and gave an exasperated sigh at the extravagance of it all. Despite the undoubted constant trotting of horseshoes, the grass was a picturesque shade of bright green. Each blade was precisely the same size, and the entire field was lush, without so much as a centimeter of imperfection. Even obstacles seemed to have been routinely cleaned with a toothbrush.

The horses themselves were an extraordinary sight. Strong, muscular builds with proud postures and flawless glossy coats, Misaki felt shabby next to them. Maybe they should meet Usui's family.

Naturally, this was all occurring at an Igarashi compound. While Maki helped Misaki onto a sweet looking little pony and Kaon attempted to get her to sit up right instead of gripping the poor creature's mane for dear life, the young master himself observed, looking extra smug atop a daunting, nearly black Thoroughbred. He quickly grew bored with her failures however, and set off to race around the track and jump hurdles. Arashiyama and his gorgeous fiancé soon followed suit. The scene of refinement and class they created could have hung on the walls of a castle.

After about an hour and a half of coaching with some success, (she could go in a straight line while sitting up right. Yay!) the group decided it was time for a much needed break.

"Pft are they seriously showing off?" Koan rolled her eyes at the three still on their horses as she sat on a bench beside Misaki and the others.

Li Yi Hua was all grace on top of a galloping snow-white Arabian horse. Air gently combed her shimmering hair and a soft blush from exertion tinged her cheeks. The only way the sight could have been more elegant was if Arashiyama wasn't frantically taking pictures of her.

Tomu lazily popped open a soda can. "At least they aren't as bad as him," he said, indicating Tora who was currently leaping a hurdle at full speed. Focus and determination were carved in the faces of both rider and horse. Misaki looked on and couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy. He was different from his usual conniving self. There was no show. He simply radiated with genuine confidence and the powerful beast responded with respect and trust in turn. I couldn't even get the damn thing to go in a circle. A minute later, the pair finally stopped for a breath. The horse was still excited from the exercise and responded happily to a pat on the neck. The rider smiled and removed his helmet. He would regret this.

Something spooked the horse. Something spooked the well-trained, well-bred horse bad enough to make it toss its rider.

It happened in an instant but the instant lasted an eternity.

The boy landed back first, hard. His head flew smacked the ground with a sickening thud. The agitated horse stomped its left hind leg catching the boy's arm, snapping it. Darkness was already enveloping his vision when the raging animal spun toward its fallen rider, rearing, ready to trample the teenager. All eyes widened in horror.

I'm going to die. One thought. Only one thought ran through his head. However before Tora Igarashi could meditate on the implications (or die), a body was over him.

Consciousness failing him, he was still able to realize that no, it wasn't just over him. It was grabbing him; pushing him now, out of harm's way. He tried so hard to focus on the form above him. Dark, messy strands sweeping against indomitable brown eyes

The thin arms were strong.

So these are the "unexpected results". He would have smirked, if he wasn't busy passing out.


He awoke in a hospital bed a couple of hours later. It didn't exactly look like a hospital bed. The room was large and luxuriously furnished with a Victorian looking couch on the left and long creamy drapes at the large window. It still reeked of sterilization though. He glanced at the IV connected to his arm and the empty bag with disinterest. He regretted consciousness almost immediately. Pain seemed to radiate from every inch of his body. His back sent long needles into his throat at every breath. His casted broken arm annoyed his entire left body. And then there was that damn bright light, pounding on him from overhead. The buzzing of the monitors were maddening and the scurrying servants did nothing for his pulsating headache. Igarashi's pleasant façade was long gone as he bellowed a demand for the complete evacuation of his room. "And get me more morphing!"

Alone, he pressed his head into the soft pillow. Jaw clenched, attempting to reabsorb tears, he begged for sleep.


Misaki traveled the now too familiar halls of Miyabigaoka to the president's office. Save for a grass-stained shirt she was fine. A horse keeper was able to get the stallion under control. Everything from camera flash to sabotage was proposed to explain the incident but the truth was that no one really knew what caused the horse's outburst those two days prior.

I'm surprised they want to continue this without Igarashi. Two and a half weeks of rigorous training couldn't make her a true lady, but she could at least appear in high society without embarrassing anyone. I suppose they really want to stay on his good side. In three days, Misaki was to voyage to Britain and convince Usui to become the Walker heir. In all honesty though, she just wanted to be there to help and to protect Usui. When I get all the information I'll be able to make sure whatever is best for him is what happens. She furrowed her brows in determination and placed her hand on the door handle, the image of her first love etched in her mind. I'm coming for you Takumi Usui. She turned the handle, ready for battle.

"Yo."

"Wha-what?! What are you doing here?!"

Takumi was standing there in the large and lavish room, smirking, holding back a grin. "What kind of greeting is that for your boyfriend?"