Coffee

Disclaimer: Junjou Romantica does not belong to me.

Summary: Misaki's life is turned upside down when his brother's best friend finds out about his job as a maid at a cafe. In exchange for not telling Takahiro, Akihiko asks Misaki to go out with him.

Okay, lets try this again.

I am revising this story. Love the idea but the past couple of chapters have been embarrassing to look at. Please forgive me TT^TT I'll love you forever~

Anyways, enjoy~!

Prologue

Growled obscenities escaped past the boy's lips as he stalked in through the door. Walking into the employee room, he removed his scarf and hung it on one of the hooks. Turning around, he nearly whimpered at the sight of the frilly maid's dress hanging on his locker. It was one of those days. He was occasionally required to play as one of the maids if a girl was unable to come in that day, however, now that whats-her-face left the occurrences were becoming more frequent. He was supposed to work in the kitchen dammit, not parade around in such an embarrassing costume for all to see.

Granted, playing as one of the maids paid more then his regular job of cleaning dishes, but still. It was degrading and goddammit, he was a boy! Boys weren't supposed to wear dresses or act like girls, it was just so wrong...

Pouting minutely, he grudgingly went over and took the dress down. While he had no desire whatsoever to wear the despicable thing, he wanted money more. If wearing this got him more money, he would do it, even if it did eat away at what little self-respect he still had left. Misaki sighed dejectedly, removing the clothing he had on and submitting himself to the fate of having to wear the dress. As he was pulling on the mandatory tights (nearly tripping himself over in the process), the door swung open.

"Whew, looking good, Misa-chan~!" His boss, Saori, whistled causing Misaki to blush.

"Do you mind?" Misaki bit out, trying desperately to cover himself up.

Saori grinned, leaning against the door frame. "No, not at all. You look so cute, I could eat you right up." Her hazel eyes were lit up in mischievousness, as well as a bit of lust. Misaki would never know why the woman had such strange fetishes, such as seeing boys in drag, and he was pretty sure he didn't want to. However, despite her strangeness, she was actually quite nice once you got to know her. However, her wrath was like no other and you did not want to get on her bad side. "Would you like some help?" She offered, obviously with evil intentions in mind.

"No! I do not want your help!" Misaki yelped, moving away from the woman's groping hands.

Saori pouted. "Fine," she sighed. "Anyways, we'll be opening in about 15 minutes so be sure to get ready by then. Also," she pulled out a paper and held it out to him, "these are the tables you are in charge of today."

Misaki accepted the paper and soon Saori was gone. Glancing over it, he put the paper down and continued to put on the rest of his outfit. Looking at himself in the small mirror provided on the inside of the the door of his locker, he put a small bit of makeup on, cursing himself for even knowing how to put makeup on, but that was beside the point. Makeup added just a bit more into the visage that he was a girl, a very flat-chested girl (because he absolutely refused to wear the padded bra that Saori had offered him) but a girl nonetheless. Misaki then practiced getting his voice higher; it was better if he at least sounded like a girl too. The maids spent a lot of time speaking with their costumers; greeting them cutely as they came in, inquiring what they wanted or if there was anything else they could do for them, etc.

When Misaki was sure he had gotten his girl voice down, he checked himself over in the mirror once again. It was unsettling how much he looked like a girl right then, but he guessed that was a good thing since that was what he was aiming for. Taking a deep calming breath, he stepped out of the employee room and headed down to the floor.

"Hello, Misa-chan." A soft voice greeted from his left. Turning, Misaki smiled in greeting at Anri, one of his co-workers. Anri was a nice girl, a bit on the shy side, but that only added to her appeal. She was a favorite amongst their customers due to her not only being adorable but for also her huge boobs.

Misaki hated the name, "Misa-chan", with a passion, but could not fault Anri for calling him it. Saori had insisted that everyone call him "Misa-chan" lest things get confusing. As if his name wasn't girly enough without shortening it to "Misa-chan". Worse yet was when Saori had once asked him to dye his hair blonde, put in brown contacts, speak in third person and refer to himself as "Misa Misa". Why she would want that, he had no idea whatsoever, but he had refused to do it anyway. How on earth would he be able to explain dying his hair blonde to his brother? Takahiro would probably assume the worst and think he had joined some gang.

Shaking his head, Misaki smiled at Anri. "Good morning, Anri-chan." He greeted politely, inwardly wincing at the sound of his cutesy voice. Speaking to himself in the mirror was one thing, but talking that way with someone else was just plain wrong, not to mention terribly embarrassing.

The two continued to chat idly while they waited for Saori to open the doors and for the cafe to open. "Alright, girls, into your places!" Saori shouted. Misaki and Anri quit their talking, and went to stand at either sides of the doors. Misaki plastered a fake smile onto his face as he greeted the first few customers to come in, mentally preparing himself for another long day at the maid cafe.

I hope it wasn't too bad. I think I like this chapter a bit better this time around, though I guess it all depends on what you guys have to say. Anyways, if you enjoyed this story please review~