Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Maid-sama though I really would like to own the oh-so-hot Usui. (pervert mode) hihihi…
Before you start reading here are some little reminders just to be safe:
This story is rated M for its brutal scenes which are strictly prohibited for all minors. All readers which are under the age of 18 please return back and refrain from reading. Your cooperation is needed. Thank you…
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Man! I pulled it off well (to me, that is). Anyway, that reminder was just a joke, mind you. As you can see, this story is purely Rated T and is applicable to everyone since even when I warn you about some not-so-decent scenes, I know some will still continue on reading. Like really, how should I know who followed my warnings and who didn't. It's not like I can see what my every reader is doing. Okay, so I'm spitting out nonsense stuff now. I should really proceed with the story already. Some may think I'm just wasting their time. Others will skip this note and won't even bother taking a glance at it. So, enjoy and please go easy on me. It's my first ever story so I'm not that of a professional.
We should love,
Not fall in love
Because everything that falls, gets broken.
-Taylor Swift
But in my case, I'm not afraid to fall especially when I know someone's there to catch me. My only problem, what if I fall too long? Will he still be there waiting for me to land in his arms? Or will he turn his back on me and let me fall while shattering myself to pieces in the process?
Chapter One
"Please, Misaki. Just this once and I promise I won't ask you ever again."
I rolled my eyes and stared far off somewhere to avoid looking at Sakura's eyes. Though the things around me don't seem to interest me that much, I continued to gaze. All that's around me were nothing but things that reminded me of work from the comforting couch that's made to accompany my guests to the small table made of finely-carved wood. Really, this place was just a plain and boring office. And it, being too austere really isn't helping. I need something that'll interest me to take my mind away from Sakura's blabberings because here I am, listening to my friend's constant pleading for me to accompany her to some annoying band's concert. What was it called again? Uxmeshimi? Uxsashimi? Oh, the hell I care. I don't give a damn about those boys to even bother remembering their name yet my friend here, who is their self-proclaimed number one fan, won't stop annoying the hell out of me. Ugghh! What's a girl to do in this kind of situation? Somebody help me. I guess ignoring won't do any good.
"Sakura, how many times have I heard those lines before?" I asked, turning to face her while laying my pen down, trying to fake a sincere smile in front of my friend. I dearly hope she notice how irritated I am now.
"Uhh…"
Letting out a sigh of frustration, I held her shoulders and looked at her straight in the eyes. Sakura stiffened at my action knowing I was near peak of my anger. Good she noticed.
"For the last time, I. AM. NOT. COMING. WITH. YOU. TO. THAT. DUMB. BOY. BAND'S. CONCERT," Each word I said was emphasized well in order for it to sink in to her precious mind one by one.
She gulped and bowed her head down as I returned back to my seat with chin up high and crossed arms on my chest indicating my asserted victory against her.
Now for some quiet time for work…
"M-M-Misaki…"
Huh?
Oh, now she's crying. For Pete's sake! What do I have to do to convince this girl that I am a busy woman with the need to work hard to support my family's needs?
And there I thought I won. If only I don't care for girls that much.
"Sakura, you know crying won't change my mind," I exclaimed a matter-of-factly. "Of all the people you could ask, why me and not Shizuko?" I tried looking for a narrow escape from this situation.
C'mon, please tell me you forgot about asking Shizuko.
"B-But when I…when I tried asking her…"
Oh for crying out loud! Of course she already asked her! How stupid can you get, Misaki? I thought to myself while mentally slapping myself in the process.
"She…she always does something to get rid of me-one time, I visited her at her office, she told her secretary she was having a meeting yet I can clearly see her from her glass window when I tried to sneak a peek that she was just calmly drinking a cup of coffee. Then there was that time when I approached her after I saw her at the mall and she suddenly got her phone faking a call while telling me it was important to avoid me from asking her to come. Next, there was this time when we were in this café and I brought up the topic about the concert and she immediately excused herself to the bathroom. And then-"
"Alright, alright! Enough. I get it already."
She was almost out of breath saying all those. If I hadn't interrupted, she might as well ran out of air. I'm not that kind of friend to let that happen…though it may be a good idea if it were to happen. That way, no one would bug me in my office just to ask me to come to a stupid band's concert and I would finally have some time to finish all what needs to be finished before the deadlines.
Oh what am I thinking? Screw Sakura and his obsession for that stupid band for making me think evil things.
"So you'll come with me?!" the girl in pigtails happily exclaimed while jumping from her seat, leaning forward on my desk making me slightly move backwards along with my chair.
"I haven't said that yet. Geez, you're getting over excited," I sat back comfortably and pushed her back to her seat before explaining. "But since you're my friend and I've known you since like forever, yes. I am going with you to the stupid boy band's concert. Happy now?"
"Oooohh…Misaki!" she yelped before attacking me in a massive bear hug.
"Ooof! Sa-Saku-ra," I uttered, trying to push her away while gasping for air.
"Oops. Sorry, Misaki." With that, she broke away from the hug and sat back down with a huge grin plastered on her face. If only I was not that fond of her. "It's settled then. Don't forget, this Friday, 4PM at the Matsuri Concert Hall. Here's your ticket!" Then she walked away leaving me dumbfounded with a ticket in my table. Did I really just agree to her? I groaned and face-palmed before collapsing unto the surface of my table.
How troublesome.
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Meanwhile…
The boy, feeling the presence of someone, awoken from his nap while removing the arm covering his face, opened an eye to look at the certain someone watching him revealing his astounding emerald-colored eyes.
"What now, Gerard?" He asked, somewhat annoyed.
"My, my, did I disturb you from your sleep, younger brother?" A young man wearing a three-piece suit asked somewhat mockingly. With his blue eyes, black hair that's combed perfectly creating a neat haircut, and gorgeous looks, one can immediately see the similarities the two men hold.
The other only snickered at the question and straightened himself on the couch.
"It might now be obvious to you why I'm here, right?"
"When and where?"
"This Friday, 4PM, at the same place as before."
"Pshh…"
"Don't be late, dear brother. We know Grandpa's not the person to wait long." And with that, he turned his back proceeding to the door.
How troublesome.
"Oh! And dear brother, her name's Alice."
"Whatever."
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"Uhmm, Misaki-san, It's already 8PM. Do even have plans on going home?"
"Oh, don't mind me, Chiyo. I'll just finish these paper works. I won't be around this Friday. I'm coming with Sakura for a concert."
"Is that so? Well, good luck with that. I'll be going home now. Bye!"
I wonder what she meant with that-the paper works or the time spent in hell, I mean the concert. Until now, I wonder what I can even benefit form a concert. It's not like they'll give me salary for each hour listening to stupid music. Oh, how cruel life can be to me.
So there it is- THE VERY FIRST CHAPTER. I hope you liked it. I worked hard on that. It's already 2:13 and I'm still here typing, smiling like an idiot while thinking about my plans for this story. Anyway, please Read and Review. Any criticisms are accepted. Also, I would like it if you tell me about any grammatical, typographical, or whatever kind of errors you can spot. Thank you.