Kaichō wa Maid-sama!
会長はメイド様！
20-08-17
So, I saw this fic prompt online, and I just had to put it in words. I LOVE THE MAID-SAMA ARCHIVE, SO HERE'S ANOTHER ONE!
To those waiting for Stay, well here's a change in context :)
Disclaimer: Never have and never will own kwms. Subbed, dubbed, or not, Kaichou wa Maid-sama (The President is a Maid!) is owned by Fujiwara Hiro. I only own the SAFEhouse y'all (as well as the plot, mind you)! I am also unaware if there is a story that has a similar outline/plot, but please know that this story was formulated when I was desperately writing Stay's next chapter.
Accidents.
They do happen.
Chapter I
"Micchan?"
She looked up from her crouched position, and the boy could see her wet knees―they were probably like that from her crying too much. Her back faced against the window so that the moonlight did not fall on her, and although he couldn't see it, he knew that her bottom lip quivered; it was far too cold, and he knew―Micchan was always like that when she cried.
"T-Takkun..." Much far from being able to get mad, she was only able to stutter, and in embarrassment did she bury her head in her knees once again―of course he would laugh.
But no words were said; the blond came, crouched beside her, and took her into his arms. Her short hair stuck to her face; she was covered in her own sweat and tears.
He took the handkerchief that sat in his breast pocket, and using this, he dried her clammy face.
"Takkun..."
"Why were you crying again?"
His voice calmed her a bit. It has never occurred to her, but she liked his voice.
She liked it a lot.
"'Kaa-san was supposed to c-come back with Suzu-chan today, but she didn't. All I have is this―this thing she gave me", cried the girl softly, clutching something that hung on a black string that looped around her neck.
"What thing?"
"I don't know. It has numbers―they keep on going up and down, see."
The blond boy looked at the small object in the girl's palm, with which she brought closer for him to observe. It was plain and it didn't have any buttons or the like; it was nothing that he had expected, although he swore, Gerry once had something like that. A small screen was the only thing to be seen―what did she say again?
Numbers, right?
"Are you sure this thing isn't broken?"
"I don't know. Maybe it is, 'cause the numbers change sometimes, and sometimes, they don't."
"Hmm?" He paused for a while, before looking back at her. Her tears had dried, and he could see Micchan's eyes once again. "Well, the number's just zero. What does that mean?" He asked, hoping that it would distract her more.
"Pfft", the girl snorted, "I told you I didn't know what it was, so how am I supposed to know?"
He smiled―Micchan finally stopped crying.
A long silence was born after that, before he decided to speak up. "Micchan."
"Hmm?" She looked at him with those curious eyes―those curious, golden eyes as she held 'the thing' her mother gave her ever so tightly.
"Promise me something."
"What?"
"Don't ever forget me."
"That's it?"
"You might. You'll leave for Japan tomorrow, right?"
Her lower lip quivered, "That doesn't change anything."
His eyes bore into hers, that all she could do was drown in those perfect green pools, and once again did she feel her eyes getting heavier; a tsunami was about to flow out.
"Do you even know my real name?"
"You're Takkun―I know that already."
She realised that he would be the only person she would miss the most.
He smiled, and his eyes did too. "Stupid. It's Takumi."
"Takumi?"
"You can call me that, or Takkun, but don't cry. Promise me you won't."
"Why?"
"Because I won't be able to see your eyes", he whispered. "Don't cry, Micchan", he said as he rubbed the back of her head. "Don't cry when I'm not here."
o|o
"My name is Usui Kaito, and I hope that we can all get along."
Ayuzawa Misaki jerked awake when she felt someone poking her side. "What the―"
"Misakiii~!" The raven-haired looked to her right to see Hanazono Sakura, whispering her name to get her attention. "There's a new student, Misaki! And he's―"
"Ayuzawa-san."
Misaki immediately turned her head at the sound of their professor's voice, standing up the moment her name was said. "Sensei?"
"Usui-san will be under your care from now on, so please do your best to help him adjust."
A fleeting look and she already deduced a few things about him.
Which was unusual, because she could usually know about anyone's life story at one glance. That was how she aced her Science of Deduction class. She even had a one-on-one with Professor Cumberbatch, and despite losing, she was the only one to do so (at SAFE, at least), which said a lot.
But what did she find out about him?
Natural blond hair and green eyes. Has a cat. Is fit. Likes vanilla?
The last part―that was only because he looked like a vanilla kind of person.
"I understand", she nodded, secretly pinching her side for falling asleep in class before sitting back down.
"And Ayuzawa-san?"
Misaki shot up, her eyes fixed on the speaker in front. "Bring Usui-san to the food station with you. Might as well chug some caffeine so you won't have to pinch yourself awake in my class anymore."
The class had a good laugh at that.
Ayuzawa Misaki cleared her throat as he walked beside her. She was nervous, and she didn't know why.
'It must be because no one really transfers here anymore.'
Disguised as a military school to the outside world, fifty years had passed since Seika's Academy For The Elite (SAFE) had come to be, that was, an educational institution set up for, well, not exactly an ordinary person's ordinary occupation.
The Last Generation―they were the only ones left untouched, and SAFE stood to keep them that way.
'Well, no one can.'
SAFE was founded by Fujiwara Seika, whose late mother, a scientist working in Europe, discovered that people were being trained in an influential organisation that was developing "better soldiers" for "combat" use. Those were the basics, and that was the truth. Until later did the actuality of the truth leak, in which they discovered that locals were being kidnapped to be used as experimental subjects to be developed into superhumans made to enslave and destroy. Thus, the SAFEhouse was built to protect and enhance those that were left behind. Children. Mere children abandoned by their families and governments that fell into menticide―they were known as The Last Generation.
"Better soldiers, my ass."
"Hmm?"
Misaki hadn't meant for her mouth to talk on its own, but it did anyway. "Oh, uh, it's just... you know..."
She wasn't looking at him, but she knew: his eyes were probably on her.
Obviously, thanks to her sudden outburst.
She let out a breath, "N-Nothing. So… Usui Kaito, right?"
He only hummed in reply.
"W-Well, how did you suddenly―" Misaki cleared her throat once more, her voice bolder than before. "What brings you to the SAFEhouse?"
Right, she was supposed to assess and observe the newcomer. The security was beyond strict, but one could never be too relaxed. Heh, he could even be a Walker for all she knew. Ayuzawa Misaki had to suppress an internal laugh―The Walkers―they were just made up by the seniors too scared to be deployed into The Outside.
"The very same reason why you're here, Ayuzawa-san", he chuckled.
The way her name was said―it was endearing in a way or another.
But the way he had said it―that was probably to mock her for having to confirm his name.
"And", she spun around to face him, "what do you think is my reason for being―"
"Micchan."
The girl's hand flew to her chest, only to find that the thing wasn't there. Oh yes, she had pulled her fourth all-nighter, and as a result, Ayuzawa Misaki had woken up late, and even slept in class. It must be on her desk...
"―here…?"
"It's pretty self-explanatory, if you ask me. But if I were you, I wouldn't be bothered about that. What I'd be more worried about, if I were Ayuzawa-san, is the fact that I am about to walk into a―"
He had pulled her without warning, and their sudden proximity only made her face warm. He smelt like melons. And berries. And melons and berries.
'What in the fu―'
"A pole, Ayuzawa-san", he breathed into her ear, before pulling back. "Go on―go and get that precious caffeine dose of yours", he gestured as he ruffled her hair, lips breaking into a handsome smirk.
He had walked away before she could even open her mouth to spout her curses. "Stupid, stupid, arrogant boy. The audacity to―ugh!"
He was going to be shitty, she concluded. Usui Kaito was going to be a fly in the windshield of her life.
おわり
A/n: I know Seika's Academy For The Elite is such a crap name, but hey, so is ArrowBee.
Well, answering your probable questions, I used Kaito (海斗) because it has similar kanji with Takumi (拓海).
I WILL CHANGE IT IF Y'ALL CAN FIND ANOTHER NAME THAT IS MORE FITTING THOUGH
Also, have I used menticide right? Mind control sounds so asfdgsjdfkjhl aight reviews are well appreciated! MUCH LOVE