Hey yall, I'm CutesyCocooooo. Thanks for checking my first fan fiction out. Obviously, it ain't the best but thank y'all anyway for taking the time out of your day to read this. Please review and tell me what you think.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Maid Sama or its characters. Maid Sama belongs to Hiro Fujiwara. I do not own "If I Were A Boy" or "Pretty Hurts" either. All rights for that go to Beyoncé and her team. (Go Queeeeen)
"Alright! That's a wrap!" the music video director called out.
"Phew. Thanks, Michael" Misaki said with a smile as she walked towards him and patted him on the back. She then picked up the half empty water bottle and drank the rest of the refreshing water.
Life was good.
Who would have thought that the strict boy-hating President of Seika High would have become a world famous singer? Because that's exactly what happened.
After high school ended, Misaki was working double shifts and was constantly busting her ass just to cover the debts that her idiot father had left them. The work and stress had gotten so bad that all her loved ones pleaded and begged her to space out some free time and pick up a hobby that she enjoyed.
Not wanting to worry all of them, she took a week off, her mother and sister reassuring her that they had everything under control. Knowing she had no other option, she started listening to music and soon, fell in love. She was then always spotted with earbuds in her ears, humming along to the words and rhythms of music.
Soon enough, she started singing. Anyone who listened to Misaki Ayuzawa were instantly convinced that she had a God-given talent - her voice. Some people even claim that she has a voice that resembled that of an angel.
She then started focusing on her music career. She poured in her sweat, blood, and tears into her singing, music, and career. Soon enough, within a year, the fruits of her labor were appearing. Her break out hit "Pretty Hurts" landed her among the charts, and had captured the eyes and ears of people all over the world. As she continued to steadily drop hit after hit, she became a household name.
And within that same year, she made the tough decision of moving to the United States. She had offered her mother and Suzuna (her little sister) to move with her, but they refused, contented with their simple yet happy lives in Japan. Because of all the money that Misaki had been making, their debts were quickly cleared and Minako and Suzuna were able to move into a nice and comfortable house in Tokyo.
Misaki smiled, thinking of her journey to success. But it wasn't over yet. She still had a long way to go. She had just currently just finished shooting the music video for her song "If I Were A Boy" that was to appear on her new album. She was proud to say that it was one of her best songs and music videos yet. She and her director Michael Dennis had directed it. It was sure to be a hit.
After refreshing herself from the exhausting and laborious shoot, she had met up with her manager, Satsuki.
"Ohhhh, Misakiiiiiiii! You worked so hard! The song and music video is going to be a hit!" Satsuki beamed as she praised Misaki. Although she was 30, she had the heart of a 16 year old. However, when it came to business and management, Satsuki was a mastermind.
"Let's hope it will," Misaki simply replied. She was just so tired. All she wanted to do was race home, fall into her comfortable bed, and sleep until the end of time. However, that would be impossible since she still had plenty to do. That bastard friend of hers, Aoi Hyoudo, who happened to be the CEO of the record label she signed to called Good Money Music (GMM), called her to meet him at his office. It was probably something to do with her album that was going to be released called "Heartstrings" ("If I Were A Boy" was the lead track of the album). She was grateful to him, as he was instrumental in her success, since he discovered her talents while visiting Japan. But she had to admit he was a pain in the ass sometimes. Sometimes was an understatement.
She checked her expensive wrist watch that Aoi had gifted her. The time was 6, and she had to be at his office by 8. So she did have about 2 hours to kill. She could have gone home and take a well-deserved nap since she woke up a 4 in the morning to shoot the music video, but she decided against it. She knew she would probably oversleep. With that, she decided on getting something sweet to eat while writing for her album at a nearby cafe or something.
After informing Satsuki of her schedule, she had put on a disguise. She wore a large hat, sunglasses to conceal her identity. As much as she loved all her fans with her heart, she still very much valued privacy.
She headed out of the filming studio and decided to walk. As she walked, she breathed in the fresh air and felt contented. All of her struggling, all of her sacrifices, all of her tears had been worth it. She would never have thought she was the type to live and work in the spotlight, but life had its own plot twists, one could say. Even though she still had a lot of struggling and sacrificing left to do, she was happy.
She stepped into a cafe called Rosemary Cafe. As soon as she stepped in, she felt relaxed. There wasn't too many people in there, and the atmosphere was still very sunny and comforting. Perfect for songwriting. This was just what Misaki needed, because the stress of the upcoming album and lack of sleep was beginning to take a toll on her.
She sat in a table at the corner of the cafe, the sunlight still being able to reach her. After placing her order, she fetched out her notepad and pen from her bag. She checked her watch again. She still had time.
And with that, she began to write out the contents of her heart.
Usui Takumi was tired, to say the least.
But it wasn't only exhaustion that clouded his being.
It was boredom.
He was bored of all the meaningless attention. He was bored of all the pretty yet shallow women that threw themselves at him the moment they saw his face. He was bored with the way that people treated him, as if he was some god.
He was simply bored.
He was seated on a table inside Rosemary Cafe. Sure, he'd been to better places, but this was nice. It was rather simple, and he liked it. He was merely strolling around LA and found the small and comfortable cafe and decided to check it out. Oh, he was also running away from his crazy older brother who was on a goose chase after Takumi.
"What would you like sir?" a waiter with cherry red hair purred. He nearly rolled his eyes at the flirting attempt. Even though he was disguised, he still had caught her attention.
"Just coffee," he simply stated, as if he were dismissing her. He smirked at the way the waiter had prepped up, her cleavage popping out. Again, everyone, especially the female population, were so quick to throw themselves on him. It was tiresome.
"Coming right up sir," the waiter replied in an unnaturally perky voice. "If you need anything, do not hesitate to let me know," she said, emphasizing the anything.
The annoying waiter went away and after a couple minutes, she brought Takumi his coffee. He then looked around the shop. Although there wasn't that many people at the cafe, the few people that were there were chattering away, lost in their own worlds.
While scanning the cafe, his eyes then locked on a particularly interesting yet suspicious looking woman seated in a table at the corner of the cafe. She was disguised like him, adorning a large hat inside a building and wearing sunglasses. She was scribbling away on a notepad. He nearly laughed once he saw the woman's frustrated expression as she seemingly crossed out something on the notepad.
Takumi was a very analytical person. And from the way she was dressed and was sitting so quietly, he was beginning to suspect that she was someobody important. He was in LA anyway, and it wasn't unusual to see famous people on the street. The fact that she looked familiar was also adding to his rising suspicion.
He looked around the cafe yet again. All of the people who were there were now up and gone, leaving only him and that strange woman in the cafe, along with the workers of course. How convenient. Since there was nobody in the cafe, he decided to visit her table. In case she was famous, nobody would notice. If she was sitting in a quiet cafe all dressed up like that, it only made sense she didn't want attention.
With that, the blonde man quietly stood up from his chair and approached the strange woman's table. She was so engrossed in her writing that she failed to notice the peculiar man in a similar get up as her sitting right in front of her.
When Misaki felt a strong stare on her, she put down her notepad and pen. When she looked up, she was startled to see a pair of intense emerald eyes staring at her.
Oh no she internally groaned. This was not what she needed right now.
"Who are you?" Misaki tried to ask in a polite yet straight forward way, although her frustration was very easily seen, as her brows were furrowed and she was looking suspiciously at him. She looked around the shop to check if anyone was there, and was relieved to see no one was there.
"I'm Usui Takumi. Now, who exactly may you be?" He questioned back coolly.
Misaki immediately recognized him. Of course. The eyes said it all. She knew who he was. He was a singer and a dancer like her. She was even familiar with some of his works. However, wasn't he a womanizer? There was always news about him going on and off with some random female. She frowned, not bothering to conceal it. She despised those types of people, the type of people that treat others as if they're inanimate objects. And she didn't like the way he was talking, with that tone of voice. It was way too nonchalant, as if nothing mattered.
"I was raised to not speak to strangers," Misaki replied coolly.
"Then, you obviously haven't been following that very well. After all, being a singer requires you to meet people all around the globe," Takumi said with a smirk.
He knew who she was the moment he heard his voice. Even her normal voice was beautiful, as many people claimed.
Misaki, on the other hand, was even more shocked. Oh well, her disguise probably wasn't even that clever really. She was bound to be discovered. She should have just been thankful that it wasn't a group of crazy fangirls and fanboys. Curse herself for being so reckless. Since he was a fellow artist and because there was nobody around, she took her sunglasses and hat. There was no point in them now.
The moment Takumi Usui had laid his eyes on Misaki Ayuzawa's golden eyes, he was entranced. If he wasn't completely sure about her identity before, he sure as hell was now. She had these...golden orbs swirling with emotions. They were really beautiful. In fact, now that he had gotten a closer look at her, she was rather pretty.
Now, now, Takumi. Mustn't get attached, now, right? He thought to himself, humorously reprimanding himself.
"What are you, some alien stalker?" Misaki said, not finding anything else to say. And the moment those words came out of her lips, she wanted to slap herself. She sounded so stupid. Why alien stalker?!
Takumi was amused. "Alien stalker? That's a new one," Takumi said, as he teased her poor choice of words.
Misaki then sighed. She was tired. No games today. "Listen," she said exasperatedly, "why are you here?"
"Hmm, is my presence that much of a bother? Anyway, I'm here because you looked really suspicious and weird, and because I was bored," he replied truthfully, not really caring how it came out.
Misaki was baffled. Because...he was...bored? Here she was, busting her ass off, and this-this buffoon comes to bother her for no reason? She then murderously glared at him. Time was precious. You can't regain time. And she hated people who wasted her and their own time. The glare that she was sending was so cold that Takumi thought he felt a chill. Geez, she was scary. She looked like she was about to rip his tongue out from his throat.
No, no, Misaki. No murdering. You can't end up in jail before the album release, Misaki reasoned with herself.
She may not have realized it, but Takumi was having a ball looking at this crazy woman's expressions. It went from angry to calm to upset to happy to confused to calm again. It was interesting really. He didn't know that many emotions could be on a persons face in that short of a time span.
Snapping her out of her thoughts, Takumi gently grabbed Misaki's hand, turning his charm on.
"Hmm, I seriously didn't think it was possible for that many expressions to be on a persons face so quickly. You, are interesting," Takumi remarked in a low and husky voice. He raised her delicate hand that was in his palm to his lips.
Misaki's face then turned into a brilliant shade of red. She could rival a tomato.
She then glanced down at her watch, and nearly jumped out of her seat. It's 7:50! Aoi was going to fucking kill her! In a rush, she frantically stood up.
"Okay, I have to go. Bye, it was nice meeting you," she quickly said, her sentence sounding like one big word as she fumbled with her sunglasses and placed them back on. And without waiting a second she zoomed out of the cafe, leaving a dumbfounded Usui Takumi.
He then noticed the notepad and pen that was lying on the table.
Crazy woman, he thought as he chuckled. She was in such of a rush to leave that she left her oh-so-important notepad and pen on the table. Curious, he picked it up and glanced at the content. It was filled with lyrics. No wonder she was so invested. He did hear that Misaki Ayuzawa was going to drop an album soon.
Once realizing that they were filled with lyrics that were probably going to be on the album, he stopped himself from looking at them. He was sure she would kill him if she found out he went through her lyrics, judging from the way she glared at him. She seemed like a no-nonsense type of lady. Also, he surely wouldn't want anyone to read through his unreleased lyrics. It takes a lot of time to find the perfect words for a song, and he respected the craft.
He then took the notepad and placed it in his pocket. He was sure he would see her again, very soon. And once he'd see her, he'd give her the notepad back. He was very confident that he'd see her.
After all, everything happens for a reason, right?
There you have it, chapter 1. Thank yall for reading. It's very much appreciated. Now please review. Can't wait to hear yas thoughts. Byeeeeeeeeee.