Aye :) I know it's crazy but, I have new drama story I want to share with you guys so I hope you will enjoy this...thing that I thought of a long time ago XD

I'm posting this before my 2nd exam tomorrow so, please enjoy this. This is will probably not be continued next week because of exams but you can expect it to be update early July :)

~Enjoy

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-20 years ago-

"I'm Misaki," A small 7 year old girl grinned widely.

A little blonde boy looked up at the tiny girl with short dark hair. He nods once and continued to read his book.

Misaki smiled and crouched down. "What're you reading?"

The boy didn't say anything.

A moment passed by and the girl continued crouching in front of the boy that leaned against a large tree.

A light breeze blew and Misaki decided to stand behind the boy to see what he was reading.

"Wow, you can read all of this?" Misaki asked, astonished. She then frowned. "I can't read at all…"

The boy blinked and looked behind him and at the all, his emerald eyes were confused. "Are you an idiot then?"

Misaki frowned. She exclaimed, "No!" Misaki fumbled with her fingers. "I don't go to school."

The little boy cocked his head. "I don't go to school either."

"Eh? But you can read."

"Because I have people come over to teach me." The boy answered. "Don't you?"

"No…" Misaki shook her head. When she looked over his shoulders, she had a hard time recognizing the letters in the book. Misaki grumbled a little.

Following Misaki's gaze, he knew what she wanted. "Do you want to know what it says?"

Misaki gazed over at him and nods brightly. "Yea!"

"The book is called, Warmth of a Cold Heart." The boy read. "Do you know this story? It's one of my mother's favourite stories."

Misaki's nose crunched in confusion but then she smiled at him. "You're really smart!" Misaki looked at the book. "I'd like to read one day too!"

The boy looked at his book and pointed at a word and began to teach Misaki how the letter was formed. For the entire time Misaki's eyes were wide.

"Young Master!" A woman called from far.

The boy reacted immediately. He closed his book and stood up. He brushed off the dirt from his cloths and looks down at Misaki, "Goodbye."

"Wait!" Misaki exclaimed, her large eyes were desperate. "Can you teach me some more?"

The boy blinked and cocked his head. "I won't be here tomorrow."

"Eh…" Misaki frowned. "I'll be here everyday so please come again…"

He smiled a little and opened another book and tore out a blank paper.

He took out a pencil and wrote something on the paper and gave it to Misaki.

"I wrote my name on it. I'll try to be here everyday as well and if you can figure out what my name is, that's the next time we'll talk." The boy smiled.

"Young Master!" A woman called again, louder.

"I have to go, goodbye." The boy says finally.

"I'll find out what your name is for sure." Misaki pressed her lips together. "Until then, don't forget about me because I want to be friends! Don't leave me!"

Misaki stood up, her eyes were lit up as she searched desperately in her pockets and she pulled out a small, coloured stone with a mix of bright green and amber. She gave him the stone. 'This stone is precious to me...so I'll come back for it when I know your name…"

As days pass, Misaki brought the paper with her everywhere and everyday, every time she would pass by stores with her mother, she would recognize letters that resembled the letters on the paper that the boy gave her.

She would ask her mother what it said and everyday, she was closer to finding out the boy's name. She she figured out the name, the immediately ran to the park where she first met the boy.

"You're back," the blond haired boy said, his eyes were wide. He never expected to see Misaki again.

Misaki nods enthusiastically. "Takumi."

The boy stared at her, he felt something creeping to his lips.

Misaki repeated herself. "Takumi. Your name is Takumi."

The boy unconsciously smiled and nods once. "That's right."

"Then," Misaki smile grew. She collapsed onto her knees and took his hand. "We're friends now, Takumi?"

Another wind blew by slowly and a genuine smile lit Takumi's face. "Okay."

-Present Day-

"So...would you please accept this job…?" The nervous man with a dark brown suit asked, rubbing his hands together to hope. His nerves kicked in as he watched the lady with her eyes closed, thinking.

After a moment of silence and thought, the lady raised her head, her amber eyes dark.

"I refuse." The raven haired lady said flatly with a straight and serious face, crossing her legs. "Absolutely not."

"Oh- but please Ms. Ayuzawa!" The man in front of her begged. "I will pay you handsomely!"

"I said no!" Misaki said louder, standing up and fixing her black blazer.

"But-" the man fumed, teaching into his wallet and fumbling with paper, taking out money. "Wait- how much do you want?"

"None," Misaki sighed and pierced her dark eyes at the man. "I'm sorry Mr. Naoki, but I can not work with men, let alone be their bodyguard! You knew this as a fact!"

"Please!" Mr. Naoki begged, his eyes were desperate but they knew it was hopeless. "I have so many enemies, ! They're trying to kill me! You are the best agent the government has! I need you-!"

"That's your problem." Misaki said firmly. "Hardly mine."

"Wait. No-" Mr. Naoki begged, taking out a bunch of cash and placing in front of Misaki. "Here! Money, you want that right—"

Without a word, Misaki grabbed the money and threw it back at the man without hesitation, green cash flew around the room.

The man and everyone else in the room could only stare with eyes wide.

When everything relaxed, Misaki took a deep breathe.

"Thank you for the coffee Mr. Naoki, but I never intended to accept the job in the first place. You can't bribe me with money." Misaki frowned in disgust, strolling over to the doors. "Good bye."

"I-I will tell the JDIA! You will lose your job!" Mr. Naoki threatens. "If you work with me, I won't say anything about you refusing the job!"

As she had her hand on the fancy little door handle, she turned around and smirked at the middle aged, stressed man. "No, the JDIA sent me here knowing that I'd refuse. I don't just accept a slob to protect. I have my expectations from my masters."

"Wh-"

"So please, complain to the government all you want, but I can assure you that they won't rid of one of their strongest agents." Misaki smiled. "Good day, sir. Oh- and I hope you do make peace with your so called enemies."

"Miss. Ayuzawa-"

SLAM!

"Damn!" Mr. Naoki cursed as he slammed his fist on his large desk. He growled and began to lash out, throwing everything off his desk in anger.

Walking down the long hall of the large building in her heels, Misaki sighed and placed her sunglasses on her eyes as she stepped into the elevator and fixed her black blazer.

"Yes, Mr. Yang?" Misaki answers her ringing phone and she checked her wrist watch impatiently.

It was 2:38 PM. There was mumbles on the other side of the phone. "I refused the offer. Couldn't be helped. He didn't appeal to me...yes. I'm coming back right now. Yes sir."

Misaki sighed after she hung up the phone and shoved it into her pockets and waited for the elevator to take her down to the lobby.

Misaki stepped out of the lobby and was greeted by the news reporters who swarmed her like flies fighting over each other. Since Misaki was a bodyguard herself, she didn't need people to protect her.

Misaki frowned, she was one of the best agents in Japan, they flocked her everywhere and everyday.

"Miss. Ayuzawa! What was your reply to Mr. Naoki's request?" A lady asked quickly, pointing her mic towards Misaki.

Misaki mumbled impatiently, "I refused."

"Miss. Ayuzawa, Mr. Naoki is one of the best businessmen! Is there a specific reason why you refused such a powerful man?" A man asks and the crowd that swarmed Misaki quiets down.

"Easy," Misaki says, staring into the camera through her dark shades, directing the message to all the men out there. "As I've told you all before, I don't work with men."

A roar of laugh burst through the doors of the building of the Japanese Defense Intelligence Agency. The president of JDIA, Mr. Yang, continued letting out laughs as he stared at the TV. The man wore a white suit with a black tie, he hand wavy red hair and had a baby face, appearing to be in his 20's.

"I don't work with men." Misaki spoke on the TV, causing Mr. Yang to laugh once more.

Misaki stood in front of Mr. Yang's desk, not looking at the TV as she sighed. "Mr. Yang…"

"My apologies Misaki! I only feel bad for all the men out there who really need your protection but you only bluntly answered all their requests!" Mr. Yang chuckled, pushing his glasses up.

Misaki let out a huff. "It was easier to do it that way. I don't want to waste my time running around Japan for these interviews."

"Ah, Misaki Ayuzawa." Mr. Yang sighed with a large grin plastered all over his face. "I'm so glad I brought you into the agency."

"So you've told me." Misaki grinned, taking a seat in a soft couch in front of Mr. Yang's desk. "You're probably the only man I'm willing to work with at the moment."

"I feel so honored." Mr. Yang chuckled as he scrambled for some papers. "Most men would be desperate to have your protection and trust."

"It's not happening." Misaki states as she stared at the wall full of Agent of the Year awards. "It'd be nice if you gave the award of the year to a different agent you know."

Mr. Yang followed her gaze and grinned at the wall. "Why? You're the best agent here! I'm sure they don't mind me giving the award to you. You're a 6 year streak winner after all."

"I wouldn't think it's fair, Mr. Yang." Misaki glared at the man. "I want the award to be given to someone else. There's some great newbies who you haven't noticed yet."

"Yes but...they don't satisfy me as much as you do." He mumbled quietly.

"..." Misaki rolled her eyes and stood up. "Well, if we're going to argue, let's argue another time please. I'm going home."

"A-AH wait!" Mr. Yang exclaimed hastily, grabbing a file on his desk. He stood up quickly with the file in his hands and walked around the table. "I have a task for you- ah!"

"..." Misaki impatiently watches all the paper from the file fall straight to the ground, along with Mr. Yang himself. "Sir...you're as clumsy as ever...I'm leaving."

"Misaki!" Mr. Yang sobbed, helplessly gathering the papers. "Help your boss with these…!"

Misaki gave him a face but stilled helped her boss as she crouched down to grab the papers easily into a pile in her arms. "Sir, you're really hopeless."

"Don't remind me…" He sobbed.

Misaki shook her head. As she gathered up the papers, one page caught her attention. It was a profile of someone named, Takumi Walker.

Takumi...Misaki's brows furrowed.

"What's this?" Misaki asked, showing Mr. Yang the page. He looked at it carefully and chuckled nervously.

"Your next beggar." He scratched the back of his head, standing up and slowly backing away from Misaki.

"Hah?! Didn't you just hear what I said? I don't work with men!" Misaki yelled furiously as she shook the page in his face. "Mr. Yang!"

"How do you know it's a man?!" Mr. Yang challenges. "It could be a female."

"Sex: Male." Misaki read off the page bluntly. "Sure doesn't sound like it's a female to me."

"Listen, I'm sorry Misaki but, these people who are requesting this is very powerful. There's no way I can refuse their request." Mr. Yang tried convincing her.

"Absolutely not! That's all the more reason why I don't want to work with them!" Misaki yells again. "I refuse! Give me the phone, I'll contact them personally."

"Misaki- No! You don't understand- these people are from Europe! This man is almost at the level of the monarchy in Europe!" Mr. Yang emphasized each word carefully. "I don't think you have a choice this ti-"

"This is Agent M. Ayuzawa." Misaki spoke through her phone sternly. "Yes- I'm from JDIA and I was requested to-"

"Gah?!" Mr. Yang exclaims, grabbing her phone away immediately and hanging up. His face was exhausted and very scared. "Misaki! How could you!"

"I absolutely refuse this offer! You can't forced me to work for this man!" Misaki slammed her hand on the table loudly, causing Mr. Yang to cringe. "Where does he live anyway?!"

"In Britain…you'll have to go there so..."

"Hah?! You want me to go to Britain?!" Misaki screeched. "You old man!"

Mr. Yang gasped as if her words really pierced him in the heart. He placed a hand over his heart, making a sad face with his baby face "O-Old?"

"You're 53 years old, you bastard!" Misaki slapped her forehead. "Anyways! I'm leaving! Call them and tell whoever the man is, No!"

"B-But…" Mr. Yang sobbed slowly out of the cruelty of Misaki Ayuzawa.

"What?!"

"I-I already accepted the job for you this morning when they called so…" This time, Mr. Yang practically was about to run for his dear life.

Misaki's eyes twitched. "What the hell did you just say?"

-The Next Day-

"Misaki, you look really...uhm," An agent with red wavy hair pressed her pinkish lips together as Misaki sat roughly in the nice, leather stool chair. "Uhh—"

"I'm tired of Yang," Misaki yawned as she laid her cheeks against the cold counter to wake herself up.

"Mind of I ask?"

Misaki stared up at her best friend and groaned aloud. "He offered me a job,"

The redhead raised an eyebrow. "Then just refuse like you always do, and somehow still gets paid more money than me."

"Well, unfortunately, this time, I can't do that Erika." Misaki said calmly as she could. "The geezer already accepted the job for me."

"Eh?" Her eyes widened as she played with her breakfast. "Wow, that's the first. He usually never decides your jobs for you."

"Well, that's how important it apparently is," Misaki muttered, "The geezer said I have to go to Britain for this job, the new employer this time is a male. He's apparently almost at the level on monarchy there."

"Ooh, then that's why Mr. Yang decided this for you," Erika pouted. "You're so lucky, Misaki, always getting such good jobs."

"Not really, you know that I—"

"Hate men, yes, yes, I know that. The entire city knows that, the entire country knows that." Erika rolled her eyes and laughed. "Sooner or later, the world will know that."

Misaki peeked up at her gorgeous redhead friend. Her name is Erika Kou. She's been in the JDIA since seven years ago and is known widely for her astonishing beauty and elegance. Even though she's beautiful, she's fierce and has a very sharp eye for nearly everything, catching every little detail.

Obviously, there was no lying to her and getting away with it so easily. landing her many foreign jobs since a part of her family is also English.

It was a requirement that all agents speak a few foreign languages but Erika knew more than required.

"I have to go now," Erika said, shoving an awfully large piece of pancake into her mouth. Chewed quickly and swallowed. "I have to go pick up this spoiled French kid from a rich family and bring her to her new school."

Misaki closed her eyes and picked herself off the counter and nodded. "Have fun,"

"Hah!" Erika scoffed, jumping off the stool and grabbed her long, black coat. "Babysitting a spoiled kid, no."

With that, Erika, JDIA's Aphrodite walked off while laughing to herself. "Oh, by the way, tell me about your job later, and how much you hate it!"

Misaki frowned and when she felt her phone vibrate, she reluctantly took out her phone as she also neatly threw her hair up in a ponytail.

"Hello," Misaki answered with boredom.

"Miss. Ayuzawa?"

"Hello Mila," Misaki murmurs. "What's the matter,"

"Mr. Yang requests that you go and wash up in the building's spa,"

Misaki's eyebrow arched. "Why?"

"He says we have important visitors arriving shortly and he's requesting everyone to be at their best," Mila informs. "He also requests that when you're finished, to head to the Main quarters."

Misaki sighed, leaning against her hand. "I got it," and she hung up.

Misaki frowned and grabbed her blazer which she had hung neatly on her chair and hopped off, her heels hitting the smooth tiles with a clack and she walked away from the building's dining hall.

She walked towards the elevator which wasn't far and pressed the button to go up. As she waited, she took her blazer and puts it on. She then adjusted her golden name tag, with her name engraved in fine print.

When she heard the elevator door ding, she had also heard voices talking so she stepped aside to let the people out first.

The doors open smoothly and there were 5 men inside, two men in black stepped out, seeming as if they were businessmen.

"This way, Mr. Walker." Another man with ombre blonde hair murmured quietly from inside the elevator.

Misaki glanced quickly up at this 'Mr. Walker'. A man wearing dark glasses stepped out of the elevator with the guidance of his companion. His blonde hair smoothly pulled back. Misaki wasn't sure if the blonde man saw her because he just continued walking.

When the man with ombre hair looked over at Misaki, Misaki bowed her head as they all exited the elevator. "Good Morning," Misaki greets.

When they were gone, Misaki steps into the elevator herself. She pressed a floor and crossed her arms as she leaned against the glass. She looked up and saw that the blond man was turning around slowly as if to look at Misaki.

When she doors shut, Misaki closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Not that it mattered, but something she really hated was not only men, but she hated blonde men in particular. It always gave her disgusting memories of someone.

This was also the reason why she wasn't excited to meet her new client. Since her new client, is blonde.

When the elevator doors opened, she walked out and down the hall, many agents greeted her in respect and she grinned back.

"10 minutes," Misaki muttered when she got to the spa counter.

"Of course, Miss. Ayuzawa." the lady said. "The usual?"

Misaki nods and the lady gave her a key. Misaki took the key and walked into the spa. When she got into her usual spa room, she started to strip quickly and then wrapping her naked body with a white towel.

She turned on the warm water and bathed herself. After 10 minutes, she got out of the shower and walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair with another towel.

When she sat in front of the mirror, she stared at her reflection duly.

A girl with long, straight raven hair and large golden dragon like eyes stared back at her. Misaki's eyes scanned over the large cut that was clearly visible from her left shoulder and all the way down across her back.

Misaki clenched her fist before letting her towel fall, cold and warm air hitting her naked body that was covered with scars.

She frowned as she touched her large scar on her back and a sad expression pained her face as many hurtful memories rushed back to her.

Her eyes glanced at the clear window screen that showed the hallways around the spa, she clicked a button on a remote and a digital curtain covered the window so that people who passed by couldn't see her. This allowed her privacy.

"Miss. Ayuzawa, would you like a message like usual?" A lady asks.

"No," Misaki answered forwardly, she didn't turn to look at the woman. "Can you get me my cloths and tell Mr. Yang I'll be a moment?"

"Yes," the lady left swiftly and when she did so, Misaki sighed.

Like she always does, she began to hum along to a song that had been stuck inside her head for a long time, probably since she was small.

"It really is so simple," Misaki sang softly as she brushed her hair quickly and pulled it into her usual neat ponytail. "It's so natural,"

"If they're worth the love, they're worth the work," Misaki hummed a little louder this time. She looked down at her wrist watched and stood up, wondering where the lady was with her cloths.

"It's not too difficult, you're just too cynical," Misaki hummed, this time, her heart was moving towards the song. It had been a while since she last sang to herself. "You build up your walls, so you can't hear me hurt,"

"I don't want to start a war," Misaki continued to hum but when she was about to head over to the mirror, she felt something slip under her feet. "AH?!"

Before she knew it, she had slipped and fell backwards onto the cold stone floor. Misaki pressed her lips together, suppressing a groan in pain.

Misaki took a hand and rubbed her bottom in pain before she realized that when she looks up, she saw the digital curtains opening, revealing the other side and the remote was under her hand.

Her eyes grew wide when she saw a man standing in front of her spa room, his eyes directly on her as he had a hand place on the window.

She watched the blond man cock his head and stare at her. Although he was wearing shades, she knew he was staring at her.

When Misaki looked down slowly at her body, she realized once again, she was wearing nothing.

She was naked.

Her eyes snapped up at the man, her face suddenly turning a bright red. Embarrassment encouraged her to anger as her jaw dropped.

"N…N...NOOO!" Misaki screeched.

I know that you all have questions because I know you're confused XD For example, 'Isn't Takumi and Misaki friends?' or 'Why doesn't Misaki recognize Takumi?' or 'Why she hate men man?'.

Lol it'll be answered, chill for now. I actually didn't want to end the chapter there but I realized that the chapter was almost at 4k so I had to stop…

The song that I used is actually an English Cover of a chinese song. It's called 'TanYa Chua- Spaces English Cover'.

One last thing, I hope you all will participate in me and Violet's Maid-sama Awards event ^^ go vote! We got lots of time.

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