Hey guys :) thanks to the people who reviewed my very first Maid Sama fanfic! I hope you enjoy this one as well!
*This will be a two-shot only, but I will make more Takumi x Misaki fanfics!
Maid du Jour
Light broke through the small slit between Misaki's lemon curtains, spilling over the sleeping workaholic in an angelic glow. One honey colored eye fluttered open and, reluctantly, she sat up from her warm covers. Stretching her arms high above her head had her night shirt rising to the tops of her thighs. She'd just thrown something on and went straight to bed when she'd arrived home late last night.
Looking down, she realized it was Takumi's shirt, the one he'd lent her when she ruined hers the other day. She'd forgotten to give it back to him, but it wasn't as if he'd asked for it. She bit her lip as she studied the soft, navy blue t-shirt she rarely saw him wear.
It wasn't like he needed it, right? It wasn't part of his school uniform.
Her cell phone rang from her desk, dragging her attention away from the shirt she wore. Stretching to reach it, she flipped it open and brought it to her ear. "Hello?" She cleared her throat when it croaked.
"Good morning, Misaki," a velvet voice cooed to her over the phone. She stiffened and quickly glanced down at her morning attire.
"What do you want?" She winced, not meaning to come off so blunt. "Ah, I mean...good morning."
"Are you busy today?" He asked, paying no mind to her uncouth response. Misaki had to think, clearing out the morning cobwebs in her brain.
"Um, yeah, I go to work at four." She was only working a couple of hours today since Satsuki had a board meeting at seven.
"I want you to call in sick today."
That got her attention. "What? Why?"
"You're going to be my maid for a whole day." He sounded pretty sure of himself, and it only infuriated Misaki.
"I'm not skipping work just to be your maid!" She had a family to support, so she just couldn't play hookie whenever she felt like it.
"Oh yes you are," he contradicted her. "You still haven't repaid me yet, and you said you would. Besides—" she could just imagine him grinning like the devil as he pushed her further into a corner— "you'll still get paid if you call in sick."
Misaki groaned. He was right, and she hated feeling in debt to someone, and she owed him twice now. Actually, she owed him a lot more than twice, but she wasn't willing to admit that.
"Fine, I'll be there at eight." She ended the call before he could reply and snapped her phone shut. It beeped a moment later, alerting her of a text message.
'Remember to where your maid outfit ღ'
...
Misaki knocked softly on Takumi's door and stepped back. She had her mother's unseemly large purse over her bent arm, and in that unseemly large purse was her Maid Latte uniform. No way would she actually wear it over to his apartment. She would die of humiliation and, with her luck, run into somebody from school.
When the door opened, she braced herself and focused on not showing her embarrassment through her cheeks. She met Takumi's gaze and watched as his face visibly fell. She knew exactly why, and it pissed her off.
"It's in the bag, you pervert!" She hit him over the head with it and shoved her way inside where she stopped, unsure of where the bathroom was. She turned to him and crossed her arms stiffly. He was leaning on the now closed door with his hands shoved in his pant's pockets. His blonde locks were ruffled from the blow he received, but other than that, he looked perfect—as usual.
Seconds passed, but he made no intention of moving. He simply watched her, and it unnerved her to be under his scrutiny. Would he take advantage of her? He made her feel things, things she'd never felt before. He could leave her so furious she just wanted to strangle him, and in the next minute she felt strangely humbled. He took her breath away with one glance, and the things he would say did funny things inside her stomach.
"Misaki?" Takumi cocked his head to the side, and she finally realized she was staring at him. Blushing profusely, she turned and quickly assessed his apartment. It gave her something to do besides look like an idiot.
A hand rested gently on her shoulder, startling her into a stiff statue. Takumi hovered over her from behind and the corners of his lips twitched. She scowled at him and shrugged out of his grasp and took off in search of his bathroom. Thankfully she found it and didn't need to turn around and further embarrass herself.
Takumi's bathroom was small and elegant, simple. It really wasn't her taste. She preferred a homey feel instead of sleek and modern. She felt out of place as she took out her maid uniform and carefully hung it on the shower rail. Fabric rustled as she stripped bare and stepped away from the clothes pooling around her feet. Quietly and without shame she regarded her naked self in the large mirror. She was fair and found herself non-appealing. Why was it idiots fawned over her? She couldn't see what the big deal was.
She sighed and glanced at her maid uniform through the glass. It was now or never.
First, she she slipped on the actual dress and smoothed out the wrinkles with her palms. She took her time not to mess anything up. She was stalling, yes, but for some reason she wanted to look just right. Next, the girdle was positioned on right where she tightened the black lining into a perfect knot. The sleeves were actually detached from the dress, and, again, she didn't rush fastening them on. The bow was the last important piece and from experience, she was able to tie it flawlessly.
When she had her headdress aligned just right and her collar tightened, she faced the door. Taking a deep breath, she reached for the knob and twisted...
AHAHAHAHAHA! Am I a tease or what? Please review! Please? I PROMISE to make another chapter within the week!