Kaichō wa Maid-sama! 2005 © Fujiwara Hiro

Lala Magazine under Hakusensha Publishing


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Prologue: Sorry, Not Happening

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There was loud, echoing "NO!" rang throughout the usually-quiet Ayuzawa residence.

"Absolutely no!" The eldest daughter of the household firmly said.

Her father –the famous chef Ayuzawa Sakuya– frantically tried to calm her down. "But Misaki, this agreement has been set even before you were born. Both our fathers wanted our families to unite as one–"

"And you deemed us to be the perfect little piece of rope that will tie your absurd deal," she finished coldly, crossing her arms over her heaving chest.

"Yes– I mean, no! It's not like that–"

"Then what is it?!" she yelled yet again.

It was Usui Hirose –her father's best friend– who answered her softly and patiently, "We are honoring a request from our late fathers, my dear."

Misaki gritted her teeth. She didn't mean to be so rude in front of the elderlies, but it was just so utterly insane. Who in their right minds would want to arrange a marriage between their teenage children? As far as she knew, it only exists in her history books. She took a deep breath and tried to reason with them.

"But what about me? I'm too young, Dad. Please, I'm just sixteen. I'm practically a kid! Marrying is definitely not on top of my priority list. Seriously, we're already in the twenty-first century. Arranged marriage is not trending anymore," she almost whined. She continued to rant on as she averted her attention towards the quiet blonde guy beside her. "Hey you, don't you have anything to say?"

Usui Takumi, the only child of Hirose and her supposedly pending husband, yawned as if the on-going conversation didn't interest him at all. He shrugged and smiled lazily.

"Takumi has already agreed to this arrangement," Hirose informed quite proudly.

Misaki's amber eyes turned as wide as the tea saucers. "You what?!"

The young man nonchalantly sipped his cup of tea. "I'm bored," he said as if that explained it all.

Misaki's left eye twitched; a vein popped on her forehead as her anger escalated at an alarming rate. "You're bored," she repeated; voice dripping with deadly venom.

He nodded, either oblivious to the fact that the raven-haired girl was ready to rip his head off or he simply didn't care.

Misaki was about to breath fire; wow, nice to know that her future husband sees her as a potential past time to satiate his boredom. That was kind of a brutal jab to her dignity as a woman. Was that all she was worth? A past time? Unconsciously, she gripped her teacup tightly. She was not a goddamn play toy.

After a beat of intense moment, Misaki breathed slowly. She had enough. She was so angry she couldn't pick out the dirtiest word in her vocabulary to insult this... this... this fucking asshole. There's no way she's going to marry him. No fucking way in hell.

She stood up, a static air of confidence bristled around her. The other occupants of the table looked at her, expecting and anticipating. She gave them a glare straight from the underworld.

"Sorry to burst your delusional bubble, but no marriage will take place any time soon," she said aristocratically menacing. "Good day to you, gentlemen."

Misaki didn't bother to savor the flabbergasted faces of her audiences as she turned around and left the living room.

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15 September 2013

OWARI

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SORA'S RAMBLING CORNER:

Nyaho! Sora desu, yoroshiku onegaishimasu m(_ _)m

One night, while I was battling the major head block for "Back to Me", another idea came streaming like sparkly river in my mind and I know I just have to write it down before it drives me crazy.

So, there you have the prologue. I don't know when the first chapter will materialize, but that won't be soon as I am busy with my real life obligations (it sucks, I know).

Thank you for giving my new series a try. I hope you like it.

Itte kuru ne~

PS: As I have said, I am battling a ferocious war against the bloody blockage in my head, so "Back To Me" will be on hiatus for a few weeks or even months. But just remember: I. Will. Finish. It.