Kaichou Wa Maid-sama!

Chapter 1: The Best Cure

"I'm leaving!" Misaki announced as she wears her school shoes.

"Take care Misa-chan!" she heard her mother from the kitchen replied.

Her younger sister Suzuna had already left minutes ago, she said their club is conducting a special meeting about the upcoming Valentines Day event that their school is going to hold.

Valentines Day is still four weeks to go and yet it seemed like it's already it. There are already red hearts being displayed in every establishment in town and a lot of other promo's related to it. Of course, the promos are for couples.

Misaki felt her face turned hot. Suddenly she saw Usui's face on her mind. She was then reminded that they are already a couple.

When she thought of how the both of them are going to celebrate their first Valentines Day together, she remembered scenes from this Dating Game Show on the television where couples get a little too cheesy and it gave her the creeps.

Misaki tapped her forehead in order to get rid of those scary pictures on her mind.

As soon as she closed their gate, she heard a voice from behind her.

"Good morning, Misa-chan!" said that voice in a merrily manner.

Her heart skipped a beat just upon hearing his voice. She secretly felt her chest with her right hand.

"Something wrong with your chest, Misa-chan?" Usui asked.

Misaki immediately turned around; she was embarrassed upon being noticed. She would never ever let this perverted outer-space human know how his presence alone makes her feel.

"Nothi-… umph!"

But to Misaki's surprise, the moment she turned around, her face hit his chest. Usui was so close to her, there was barely even any space left between their bodies for air to pass.

Misaki could smell Usui's natural scent mixing with his definitely expensive perfume, and it's… intoxicating. Her hands involuntarily moved up to take hold of him and held him closer and just stuck her nose on his body more, but her hands froze in the air when he spoke.

"Misa-chan, don't do this to me in broad daylight." Then a smirk twisted on Usui's lips.

Misaki could feel Usui's body vibrating as he was stopping laughter.

Her fists clenched, she gritted her teeth and with all her strength she pushed Usui away.

As if expecting the push, Usui saved himself from falling on the ground as he balanced to stay standing. He knew he just made Misaki feel embarrassed, but he had to do it. Being close to Misaki is always a struggle for him. He always has to strengthen his defenses in order not to get drowned into the different kinds of emotions awakening inside of him. He might do something he might regret…

Without any word, Misaki took quick and heavy steps away from Usui.

Her brows twitching and her nerves were rioting.

What was that huh? What was that? Urgh! How could you lose yourself like that? You are disgraceful! That was shameful!

She scolded herself.

For sure, that perverted outer-space human is already rejoicing right now!

Misaki was busy lecturing herself and did not hear Usui calling her.

"Misa-chan!"

You better get a hold of yourself Misaki! You can't ever do that again! You'd rather die! That's it! You'd rather die!

"Misa-chan!"

As if teasing her, the stirring feeling that his scent brought her earlier kept rewinding on her mind. Misaki stumped.

You're supposed to be unbendable! Supposed to be unshakable! You should not let anybody especially that stupid perverted outer-space human destroy your reputation! You should be the best example to everybody, most especially at Seika!

"Misa-chan?"

Suddenly, Misaki felt she was losing air. She looked around. She needs to be relaxed. She needs to punch something. It is the only way she could let go of the stress.

But she could not see anything but the wall.

Without even thinking, Misaki charged and raised her firmly clenched fist to hit the wall.

She knew it's going to be painful, she knew it will hurt. But she had to do this or else she'll go crazy.

She closed her eyes, waited for her fist to reach the stone wall. She readied herself for the pain…

There was a thud, a dull sound as her fist finally reached its destination. Surprisingly, what she felt was not even half the pain she was expecting. She did not felt pain at all!

It was surprising to find that the wall is not that hard considering that it was a stone wall. When she moved her hand, she felt something soft… it was like fabric.

Misaki heard a groan. "Urgh…"

When she opened her eyes, her eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock.

Usui was in front of her, her fist on his left chest.

"What the?"

She punched Usui and not the wall!

Misaki noticed that Usui was in pain, even though he was trying to stay cool and unhurt. He was smiling at her, his eyes so soft with concern for her.

"Are you okay Misa-chan?" Usui asked. His voice… it faltered. He was enduring the pain; no… he was trying to hide it from Misaki.

Misaki immediately pulled her hand that was still stuck into Usui's chest. She was fiercely staring at his eyes.

"Why would you do that?" she yelled at his face. She's mad. She's not mad at him, she's mad at herself. That punch was strong and hard, it was supposed to be for the wall.

Usui pretending unscathed angered Misaki even more.

It was all her fault. If she had just learned to control her stupid emotions, she wouldn't be embarrassed and she wouldn't be distressed and she wouldn't feel the need to punch the wall and Usui wouldn't do this… for her.

Misaki jolted when Usui gently seized her right hand, the one she punched him with, and kissed it.

"I don't want my Misa-chan to be hurt. I will never allow other people to hurt you; I will never even allow you to hurt yourself."

Those honest eyes and truthful words made Misaki want to burst into tears.

She then wondered why when it comes to Usui, her decisions seemed to always appear reckless and unthought-of for most circumstances, and he always seemed to be right.

"Is one of the most critical times in the history of Japan…"

Misaki looked at the blue sky out of the glass window. She was worried to hell.

'I'm fine Misa-chan, don't worry.'

Usui was still projecting that he was fine. But she knows better, she can see it in his eyes. Misaki's guilt intensified, she wanted to see him for herself. She wants to see it; the damage she had caused and do something about it.

She will do whatever to make it up to him.

"…the war that is caused by the Japanese colonization of Korea." Continued their History teacher.

Misaki took a deep breath as, she felt like every second is an hour.

"Korea was under Japanese rule as part of Japan's 35-year imperialist expansion."

Misaki could hear the sound ticking of the clock so loud that it makes waiting even worse.

"Japanese rule formally ended on September 2, 1945 upon the Japanese defeat in World War II that year…"

She tried to focus on the discussion so that she won't notice the time.

But to her dismay she could no more understand what their teacher is talking about, it was as if he was gibbering and his voice suddenly sounded funny.

'Urgh…'

Usui's groan earlier after she had hit him on the chest, echoed on her mind.

Misaki shook her head hard.

'I don't want my Misa-chan to be hurt. I will never allow other people to hurt you; I will never even allow you to hurt yourself.'

It was very touching that to be able to save her from hurting; he'd rather take the hurting himself.

Frustrated at the sudden intervention of Usui's voice on her mind, she slapped her face.

The sound of her palm spanking her face took the whole classes' attention.

Sakura surprisedly turned to Misaki, her face full of questions. Same expressions were written all over the other student's faces as to why Misaki would slap her face. Some thought that their president might have already lost her mind.

"Is something the matter, Ayuzawa?" their teacher asked.

Misaki realized what she had just done. "Ah! Ha ha! Uh, err… no! Nothing at all, teacher. Don't mind me… j-just go on! Yeah! About Japan and such! Good job!" Her face crimsoned.

What is wrong with me today? Why do I embarrass my self over and over again? Urgh!

She heard the discussion proceeding.

Suddenly, images of Usui crouching in pain over her punch appeared on her mind. She could hear him groaning and calling her name…

'Misa-chan help me.'

At that instance, Misaki abruptly stood. She can't take it anymore! She can't just let him suffer while she gets away with her mistake.

Disturbed once more, everybody looked up to their Student Council President looking so determined.

"Wha-what is it, Ayuzawa?" asked their teacher.

He stepped back when he saw how serious and dangerous Misaki looked.

Err… How do I say this?

She gulped and heaved a sigh.

Misaki bowed, "Please excuse me for a moment! T-this is i-important!" she closed her eyes.

Fearing that he would ask her the real reason, which is something she can't tell. She can't tell that she just wants to see if that perverted outer-space human is okay and that she would bother to excuse herself in the middle of the class.

What would they think of me? The Student Council President of Seika left class because of her boyfriend?

Misaki froze.

Hang on a minute. That's right!

She is actually excusing herself from class just for her boyfriend!

This is crazy!

Misaki, silently being embarrassed once more bursted into a cachinnation.

I am the Student Council President! I should be a good example! Why am I leaving in the middle of a class for something as petty as this? Usui said he's fine! So he should be fine! And he is a strong person! THIS can wait until after school!

""I-if that's really important then…"

She stopped laughing and became serious all of a sudden, "You know what? IT can wait… please continue! Sir!" she sat back again.

Her classmates sat awed in silence. Even if they wanted to ask, they'd rather not or else…

"What's wrong with her today?"

"Yeah, she seemed so distracted."

"I think she's possessed…" whispered the other. Three male students were talking in the corner as the others were gearing up to leave and the others have already left.

They were secretly observing their president who was still very composed and unmoving on her desk.

When Misaki looked to their side, all of their hair raised up as they all stood straight and averted all their eyes from her and pretended they were fixing something on their bags.

"Weee!"

"B-bring my notes tomorrow okay?"

"Y-yeah! I better am leaving now!"

The three rushed to the door.

Shizuko and Sakura worriedly approached Mizaki.

"What's bothering you, Misaki-chan?" asked Sakura. She was worried.

Shizuko was busy observing Misaki's facial expression.

She let loose a smile, "I'm fine! Really, um there's just- I, um…" she could not even form a sentence! "Ha ha! What is happening to me? This is weird." She looked away.

"You're worried about something." Shizuko concluded.

Shizuko rarely talks, and whenever she does, it's always with a blast. She never fails to hit a point.

"If you're worried, why don't you check if there's something you should really be worrying about or not?" Shizuko suggested. "Henry David Thoreau said 'Worry is a thin stream of fear trickling through the mind. If encouraged, it cuts a channel into which all other thoughts are drained."

"Hee? Ha ha, you're so blunt Shizuko! That's nice!" Misaki stood and patted both Shizuko and Sakura's shoulders. "I have to report to the Student Council Room. See you tomorrow!" she gleefully said and left.

What Shizuko quoted was right, because she was worrying too much; she was not able to think of anything anymore. Her mind went blank all day.

When she opened the door of the Student Council Room, she was expecting Usui to be sitting on her table waiting for her like he usually does.

But there was no trace of the perverted outer-space human in the room but the frightened other members of the council who looked terribly affrighted at the sight of what some students tagged Misaki, their evil president.

The breathtaking view of the sunset from the roof top entertained Usui's eyes for a while.

When he heard the creaking sound of the door being opened below him, he looked down and found long black strands of hair swaying with the gentle wind.

The moment he met her dark worried eyes, his glare softened. He knew he had her worrying about him.

It is not something he wishes to bring her; it's the least he wants her to feel. The last thing he ever wants to cause her is problem. Worrying is a problem, and seeing her disquieted face bothers him.

But Usui could not bring himself to regret what he did this morning.

Misaki went up and stood behind the sitting Usui. She can't decide where and how to start.

Usui decided to stand and walked closer to her. He was once again staring at her with those gentle eyes.

Misaki realized that just like her, Usui was worrying about her too.

She was the one who should just be worrying. How can he worry about her when he was the one hurt?

"You're so stupid, Usui!" she blurted out.

Usui smirked. "I know… and you are so cute Prez."

In a spur of the moment, Usui reached for her and held her for a tight embrace. Without any hesitation and further mind arguments over what is right and wrong, Misaki responded to Usui's hug.

Just like this morning, she smelled his pleasant and addicting scent again. Plus his body's warmth and being in his secure arms made her pull Usui's body closer to hers.

Though a little surprised upon Misaki's act, Usui dropped a kiss on her head.

For a long moment, they stayed on that position. Savoring each other's warmth and feeling each other's body.

When Misaki felt Usui slowly letting go of their embrace, she let out a protesting moan and pressed her face on Usui's chest even more.

Usui was amused and f0r a while, settled on that position.

But Usui wanted to do something else so he tried to break free from their hug again.

Misaki stopped another objection from her lips for the second time around as embarrassment enveloped her.

Usui clasped both of his hands on her face. His sparkling green eyes saying he only has his eyes on her are very captivating.

Misaki held her breath in anticipation as Usui's face lowered against hers. She closed her eyes. She could feel his warm breath tickling on her face. Seconds later, Usui's lips brushed gently against her lips.

It was very mild and pleasant at first. Usui started moving his soft and warm lips. Misaki felt his heart beat faster than the usual. Her hands on his back held him tighter.

The feeling was ecstatic. This is not the first time Usui had kissed her on the lips, but this is the first time he had kissed her this way and she could not stop the excitement she was feeling.

In the beginning it was as light as the wind, but he started coaxing her to respond which she did wholeheartedly.

Usui tilted his head to kiss her more freely. One of Usui's hand is now gently caressing her nape and the other supporting her back and keeping her close. He loves her sweet taste, and her scent makes him feel a little hungrier.

Both wouldn't want to stop, but they were running out of breath. Usui left Misaki's lips for a moment then showered kisses all over her face. To her forehead, her nose, her cheeks then back to her lips for another deep kiss.

"Are you sure the president is here?"

Misaki froze. It was Kanou's voice.

"I saw her heading up here…" said Yukimura.

Misaki alertly pushed Usui to the floor. If they will continue standing, the two will notice them.

Kanou and Yukimura scanned the rooftop but did not bother to look above the roof peak.

"She must have gone home already. Sakura said she looked not in good shape." Yukimura murmured.

Then they heard the sound of the door closing.

Misaki sighed, "That was close!" then wiped the imaginary perspiration on her forehead.

When she looked at Usui, he was amusingly staring at her face.

Misaki's face coloured and looked down.

"Stop it!" she snapped.

Simpering, Usui caressed her face.

"Misa-chan's expressions are so cute."

Misaki made a face. She then realized the other reason why she came up here. Her eyes went down on his chest. She reached and touched it.

"Whoa! Are you sure you're doing this here Prez?" he teased.

"Shut up!" she squalled. "Just let me see it!" she commanded.

Usui crossed his arms around his chest and with an innocent and frightened look, he stared at Misaki.

"Are you going to force me now?"

Misaki's face crimsoned in irritation.

"What are you talking about? Just unbutton your uniform! I want to see the bruise!"

"The one who wanted to see it should be the one to unbutton the uniform." Usui said.

Misaki later on found herself unbuttoning Usui's uniform. She was suffering from his gratified gaze. But then thought she deserved it.

She was not mistaken; on Usui's left chest was a small round contusion.

"I'm sorry…" she said.

"Nothing to be sorry for Misa-chan."

Misaki shook her head, "But isn't that painful?" she asked.

Usui smiled once more. "A little." He admitted.

The admission made Misaki's guilt intensify.

"Do you want to make the pain go away, Misa-chan?"

Misaki stared into Usui's eyes and nodded.

"Only Misa-chan can give the best cure…"

Lines appeared on Misaki's forehead.

"The best cure?" she repeated. Whatever it is, she will do it. Anything that would really make the pain go away since she was the one who caused it.

Usui reached for Misaki's soft and small lips and gently touched it.

"The best cure is my Misa-chan's kiss."

Misaki's cheeks tinted.

Although this is a little embarrassing again, she will do it.

"I'll kill you if you smile or laugh." She warned him.

Usui signaled zippering his mouth.

Misaki leaned and kissed the bruise on his chest.

"Wo!"

Misaki and Usui instantly turned to the man standing behind them.

Author's Note: There you go!

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