Author's Note: I recently found this and decided to share. If this is something interesting and it gets enough support/ encouragement, I might decide to continue it.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Kaichou wa Maid-sama! I own my OC, so please ask if you wish to use them.

Story Start

One of the many city taxis slowly pulled away from the front of an old bakery that was down the street from a popular maid café. Standing in front of the rundown building was a determined looking woman. With two suitcases and a single backpack in hand she charged forward into the two-story building. The first floor was the same as she remembered it, only with a little more dust. Her bright green eyes took in the sight as her mind devised plans.

Muscle memory had her walking to the stairs and climbing them. On the second floor she came face to face with the home portion of the building. Unlocking the door that stood in the way, she set her matching blue luggage down just inside the entrance. Slowly wandering into the living space of the building, Gen watched ghost-like memories race around the dusty rooms. Her mind gradually placing dreamed possibilities over the resurfacing past.

It was here, in this very building, where she would bring her dreams out of her mind and into the tangible world. Passing the small table that used to hold keys, she paused for a moment to look at herself in the small mirror mounted on the wall.

A smile played on her lips at the site she knew she was presenting to the outside world. The skirt she wore was a dark green that fell just an inch above the floor with her wedge-heeled sandals on. On her shoulders was a long sleeved maroon cardigan that was left open to display the front of a green shirt with a sakura tree design in the same color as the cardigan. The smile turned into a smirk while a strand of dark obsidian hair was tucked behind her ear.

"Looks like I'm not gonna dress like this for awhile. Hope you don't mind Grandma and Grandpa, but this place is gonna get an extreme makeover."

The costumers at Maid Latte had been talking a lot lately, but it had nothing to do with the maids who served them for once.

"Do you have any idea as to what everyone is talking about?" Misaki asked as she walked into the kitchen.

"They're all talking about a bakery that's opening in a few weeks. There's a bunch of rumors going around about it." Aoi held out a flier for the maid to look at. "Apparently it's going to be where that old bakery was down the street. From what I've heard the granddaughter of the couple who ran the place came about three months ago and has been remodeling it ever since she moved in."

"Hmm. 'Little Delights'. Sounds like a nice place. Maybe I'll stop by when it opens," Misaki absent-mindedly commented.

Aoi lifted a finger to silence her. "Also, the granddaughter is said to be really pretty, but she dresses in disgusting and unflattering clothes all the time. If she dressed up then she could probably get any guy she wanted."

"Really Aoi-kun, you shouldn't put so much stock in rumors," the practical girl lectured before returning to her work. Pausing at the door she turned and shot the boy dressed in girl clothing an annoyed look. "And you shouldn't be back here. You know that. Now out." She pointed out the door. The young boy pouted, but left regardless. He didn't feel like pushing his luck after what happened the last time he tried to stay in the kitchen.

Weeks Later

Aoi grumbled as he walked away from the maid café his aunt ran. Usui was working today and he really didn't want to deal with him and Misaki flirting. A wave of compliments and swooning came from the crowd of boys surrounding the cutely dressed male as he pouted. He was actually hungry today too.

Then a scent of fresh baked bread filled his nose, making his mouth water. The long hair of his blonde wig bounced as he looked for the source. Just ahead to his right was the bakery he had been reading about for what seemed like ages now. There were obviously foreign people sitting at the tables set by the window. Aoi made up his mind before his stomach had a chance to growl again.

A bell above the door jingled as he entered, for once thankful that the swooning group of fans were too distracted to notice he slipped away. The inside of the bakery smelled even better than he imagined. Soft, quiet music played from a small radio behind the display case filled with different breads and pastries that looked like they were from different parts of the world.

"Here you are Yamamoto-san. Two large loaves of cranberry bread. That will be -" Aoi lost track of what the voice was saying at that point.

The elderly woman moved and Aoi laid eyes on what had to be the new owner of the little bakery. She was taller than expected, and her skin was naturally tanned in a way that made her skin look like a perfectly baked biscuit. The sunbeams coming through the window fell over her tied back obsidian hair, turning parts of it to a dark brown color. Green eyes glanced at the young Japanese boy and the woman smiled gently at him. In this moment Aoi knew she was a foreigner of mixed blood.

"Hello. Is there something you would like?" her voice was still soft as if to not disturb the customers sitting in her shop.

Looking at the numerous choices, Aoi struggled to make a decision. There were so many things! Breads, scones, cookies, muffins, tarts, fruit pasties, and more! There were several things he had only ever seen on the internet!

"I'll have two of the apple turnovers," he finally decided.

"Alright then. Would you like them warm?" the woman's mannerisms were very American in nature, although she did seem to be trying to tone them down. Aoi nodded and watched as the baker collected his desired pastries. The bake goods were placed inside a small toaster oven with a timer set. They exchanged money and Aoi was encouraged to take a seat.

Sitting awkwardly in his seat, Aoi tried to understand what was happening. Oh, sure he knew what to do in a place like this. He was just…caught off guard by the cozy and relaxing environment, that's all. It certainly wasn't because the owner was much prettier than he thought she'd be. He certainly wasn't distracted by her nicely pleated navy dress pants or her green short sleeved shirt that did nothing and yet everything to make her body more appealing. Nor how—

"Here you go. I hope you enjoy." Aoi startled and looked up as the baker set his warm pasties on the table with a slightly steaming cup or what looked like hot chocolate.

"Bakery-san, I didn't order a drink," the boy dressed as a girl pointed out.

The woman smiled at him again. "It's on the house, Aoi-chan."

"W-Wait, you know who I am?" the boy gasped.

"It's kind of hard to miss when there is a sudden influx of customers all whispering 'Aoi-chan' while staring at you," the woman giggled; it was a tiny little sound.

"S-still, I—"

"Nope, it's on the house. My name is Shiro Gen. Just let me know if you need anything." With one last smile she walked back to the register to serve one of Aoi's many fans that had come in since he sat down.

He should feel insulted, or guilty while also happy, that he was given a free drink that he would normally have to pay for, even if he had unintentionally brought her more customers. But he didn't. A healthy blush spread over his cheeks as he took a sip of the admittedly good hot chocolate and nibbled on one of his apple turnovers.

Maybe he would come here more often.