This story came to me one or two weeks ago - the title mostly (which I've changed). My family went on a little day trip and I couldn't quite get the 3G internet on my laptop to work, so I thought... hey, why not?

Aoi is most definitely my favourite character. He's just got the most epic personality.

This is my first Maid-Sama fic, so please enjoy. I'm still wondering whether to make this a two, three or four shot. So expect the story to be somewhere along that length.

Anyway, please enjoy!

CHAPTER 1: BASEBALL...?

"Misa-chan!" Satsuki, the manager, cried, "We need you in the kitchen."

"Coming," called Misaki from the table where the three idiots sat. She sighed and grudgingly squeezed out 'annoyed' on their omelet and turned away, leaving them to obsess over her. Sometimes she regretting their discovery of her secret.

That secret happened to be that she worked in a cosplay maid cafe as a part-time job. This wouldn't be too troublesome had she not been the infamous demon president of formerly all-boys school, Seika High. In order to keep her reputation, no one could find out about her job. Only a select people knew about it – the three idiots included. It's also safe to say that those people all found out by accident.

Misaki adjusted the bow on her maid uniform and pulled back the curtains to the kitchen. As she entered however, she was greeted with a sight that peeved her off.

A tall, well-built blonde was swiftly preparing ingredients behind the kitchen counter. He glanced up as the black haired girl entered the room. Seemingly delighted at the sight of her, he smiled warmly, "Yo, prez."

"Baka Usui!" she exclaimed, not returning the gleeful greeting. This was the first person to discover her secret a while ago, "What are you doing here?"

The blonde turned chibi within the blink of an eye and put on a pout that would melt any girl's heart. That is, except for Misaki. "Satsuki-san said that they were short of a cook," he teased. "Don't you want to see me, prez?"

"Of course not!" defended Misa instantly. "You're a distraction."

Usui smirked, "A distraction? Is it because you want me, Ayuzawa?"

Misaki bowed her head so her well-styled hair would cover her rapidly reddening face. Then she exploded, "No way! Who would want a perverted-outer-space-alien like you?"

Still wearing his chibi face he whined, "That's mean Misa-chan."

Meanwhile the manager, Satsuki, though she was standing by the counter, went completely unnoticed. She preferred it that way as didn't want to bother the young love blossoming between the two teens. She had clapped her hands together dreamily, her eyes losing touch with reality and adopting a certain sparkle. Moe flowers started blooming within her vicinity.

Unfortunately for Satsuki, her daze was interrupted by an irritated Misaki. "JUST DO YOUR JOB BAKA-USUI!" Turning back to the manager and ignoring the teasing complaints of the blonde chef she asked, "Now, what did you need me for, manager?"

Snapping out of her dreamy trance, Satsuki answered, "Oh yes, Misa-chan, can you please take this order to table two?"

Reapplying her smile, Misaki took the order and replied, "Of course." With that she walked with poise out into the main dining area, leaving Satsuki yet again surrounded by moe flowers, "Misa-chan is so kawaii, ne?" When Usui agreed, the manager was thrown into further squealing fits.

Misaki scanned the restaurant for table two. When her eyes locked onto her target she let out a long sigh. She walked over to the seated guest, who waved familiarly and even admirably at her, "Misa-chaaan!"

Another sigh escaped Misaki's lips as she said, "Hinata, I should have known it was you. Here's your order." Hinata accepted his order happily and thanked the girl of his dreams politely. Unfortunately for him, she didn't quite return the feeling. However, since they were childhood friends, Misaki was always kind (almost).

"Enjoy your meal," Misaki bowed politely.

Hinata nodded, "Itadakimasu!"

Unfortunately for him, at that moment, a black haired boy grandly entered the cafe. He slammed the door open and instead of waiting to be seated, stormed straight through to the kitchen and staff only area. Of course, this sudden entrance surprised everyone inside the room.

Having caused a raucous, the other staff tried to calm down the customers. Not Misaki. Abandoning her childhood friend, who gladly attacked his meal, she rushed after the boy and into the kitchen.

"Satsuki-san!" the boy demanded. Shocking the people in the kitchen – namely Usui and Satsuki. Before anyone could respond, Misaki entered and exclaimed, "Aoi-chan!"

It wasn't just the fact that the Aoi had stormed so dramatically into the cafe that compelled her to follow him, but the fact that he was actually dressed as a boy. Now, this should have been the norm, but Aoi was a different case. He was a self-proclaimed ambassador for all things cute and had made himself famous dressing like a girl. You could hardly ever catch him in boys' clothes.

Right now, he was still dressed in his school uniform. Noting the time, Misaki was sure that if there weren't anything wrong, Aoi would have long since been changed into some highly accented dress. "What's wrong?" asked Misaki, concerned.

"Prez, you never act that concerned about me," whined Usui, as if Aoi's entrance was the most normal thing in the world. He was ignored completely.

Aoi turned to face her, the absolute faintest hint of a blush on his face, "Do I sound like I'm calling 'Misaki-chan!' to you? No! I don't need you, stupid woman. Go back to work." The rejected Misaki's sweat dropped, but she didn't leave.

"Aoi-kun," Satsuki asked, "what is it?"

Aoi's face was slightly red and he wouldn't look Satsuki in the eye. He said tensely, "I need to stay at your place for a while."

"Heh, did you get kicked out again?" Misaki questioned. Aoi's parents disapproved of his cross-dressing habits.

Aoi's face turned a deeper red, but he merely looked down with a, "Tch."

"We'll take that a yes," Usui voiced.

"Ne, Aoi-chan, what did you do this time, for my brother to kick you out again?" inquired a slightly exasperated Satsuki. She was always who Aoi would turn to in situations like this.

Aoi seemed a bit ticked off now, "What did I do? You mean, what did my unaccepting father do! I mean, who does he think I am?"

The party in the kitchen waited for the boy to elaborate. "I came home from school and he attacked me with ideas of me joining the local baseball team! He lectured me for half an hour about how he was the star player of his junior high league. Now he wants me to follow in his footsteps!" he spat everything out with disgust.

"Well, what did you say?" Misaki asked, although already knowing what his answer would be like.

"I flat out rejected him, of course! I mean, baseball! I played that when I was kid, in little league for a month and quit. I refuse to be subject to the sweaty activities of that sport. The uniforms they wear are disgusting! It's the equivalent of men wearing knickerbockers!"

"Hm, I remember when you joined little league... you were good at it! My brother's talent does seem to have rubbed off on you..." Satsuki muttered.

"Tch, my old man says that if I make the little league team, he'll consider me a man. I couldn't just say yes. I hadn't played in eight years and I didn't intend to play again. But he wouldn't take no for an answer. He told me to get of the house until I decided to try out."

Everyone took a moment to absorb the nature of his words. Competitive as she was Misaki cried, "Then try out for the baseball team! Think about it, Aoi, if you make the team your dad will acknowledge you as a man. He'll lay off if you at least stay in the team. Show him that you can balance your Aoi-kun and Aoi-sama lives. He should definitely be okay with that."

Aoi stopped to think about the idea. It seemed sort of reasonable. That may just be the solution to his disputes with his dad. Being in the baseball team could finally make his dad acknowledge him.

As some doubt seemed to creep onto Aoi's face, Satsuki agreed earnestly, "It does seem like a good idea."

The boy seemed to have calmed down a bit at the thought. He was considering it, but then he frowned, "Even so, I don't have anyone to coach me. I haven't played baseball since I was six, how am I going to make the team like that?"

"I'll coach you," chirped Hinata making Misaki jump.

"Hinata! When did you get here?" Misaki asked.

"Well," he began, "I finished my meal really quick, but I had no more money so I came looking for you to see if I could get a meal on the house. Then I heard someone say 'baseball' and I was curious. I played baseball all through middle school and some of high school. I was sorta the star player of my team, heheh."

Misaki considered what Hinata said before positively concluding, "Well, there you go, Aoi. Hinata will coach you. I have heard that he was the play-maker for his team at his old school. You can put your faith in him, I don't think he'll let you down." Hinata beamed at Misaki's compliment. He looked like a puppy after his master had just fed them a treat.

Usui's facial expression changed and a twinge of jealousy showed up on his face. "I'll coach him," Usui volunteered. A larger, terrier-like dog seemed to growl behind him and the puppy behind Hinata started to yap fiercely.

Everyone's – except for Misaki, who was oblivious – sweat dropped. "I-is it just me or do you see two dogs?" asked Satsuki.

"Y-yeah..." Aoi agreed.

Suddenly Satsuki's mood changed and the moe flower's returned, "Aw! Isn't that cute, he's jealous."

"What are you guys talking about?" Misaki asked.

Aoi shook his head in disapproval, "She's such an airhead."

"Anyway, that's great too," Misaki continued, "Usui, being the alien he is, happens to be good at everything, it seems. I've seen him play at the school festival, just like a pro. Plus, he seems to have a lot of spare time."

The terrier had captured a whimpering puppy under it's paws and was gleaming with pride.

"Besides, if you get him to teach you, maybe he could stop stalking me all the time," Misaki added thoughtfully. The puppy had escaped and hid behind its master while the terrier went and sulked in a corner.

"I'm sorry I can't teach you myself, I've been really busy as of late," Misaki said. "So it's up to you who you chose."

Aoi looked from Hinata to Usui, contemplating who would be the better coach. The chances seemed to favour Usui, and once Aoi considered who he would prefer to work under he made up his mind. He didn't like the image of Hinata stuffing himself while they trained that formed in his mind.

"You," Aoi pointed at Usui. The terrier howled in victory while the puppy cowered at its feet.

"Well then that's settled," Misaki confirmed and headed back into the cafe to serve the customers. Satsuki let out a sigh of relief and went to join Misaki. Hinata, admitting his defeat, also went back to his table.

Usui seemed pleased. "Tomorrow after school, we'll start," it wasn't a question from Aoi. For him, the quicker they started, the better.

"'Kay," Usui replied. "Keep in mind I won't go easy on you."

Memories of the summer holiday the Maid*Latte staff took, returned to Aoi. He remembered the volleyball match where he and Misaki had versed Usui. He was surprisingly highly skilled and hardly broke a sweat. He could even keep the devil woman, Misaki, under wraps.

Come to think of it, this was a similar situation. The same determination from that competition blazed anew inside of him. He nodded at Usui, "Good. The harder I train, the better."

A/N: I quite like this story ^ ^ It's now finished and I'm keeping it as a twoxshot. Review, please!