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CHAPTER 1: The Damage You Do from a Distance
"Do you think you're ready?" the president of Miyabigaoka asks in English as we took our final step to the faltering classy music.
I roll my eyes. Of course I am, but apparently, this is some test since he spoke in pure English. I assumed I must reply in the same way, since I was supposed to remember this incomprehensible language in a short amount of time. Why must all rich kids in Miyabigoaka know English?
My rickety English comes out of my mouth and says, "Of course I am," suddenly my English becomes fluent and more in-depth, "TO BEAT THAT IDIOT USUI UNTIL HE STOPS MOVING!" I could hear myself, my voice flawless, and my lungs rising to its fullest. My fist arisen, my anger stirring for my hatred for men, and my expression ready to kill someone was all it took for Igarashi to crack up into a fit of laughter. He was practically was on the polished floor in tears.
"H-hey" I say in Japanese while taking a step toward him and extending my arm. President Igarashi takes my hand and pulls himself up, still laughing but at least attempting to wipe the tears from his eyes.
Kaon Umekoji's voice rings out and says; "You're not bad, but you're still pathetic"
Her giant teddy bear in her arms bounces up as her shoulders rise up into a pulled back position.
"Who are you calling pathetic!?" I yell balling my fist and yelling in her direction. I let my anger sink in and point accusingly at her, saying, "I'm not the retard with a giant, stuffed, kiddie bear!"
In turn, Umekoji points her left finger at me and says, "I already told you, it's my only gift from my father, who I might add is way better than you!"
I look at her neutrally now and retort, "Yeah, we've all heard that excuse before." Kaon rolls her eyes and throws one of her arms in frustration.
"Whatever, the President Igarashi still seems to be ...Recovering. As much as I hate you, your sense of style, your -"she starts, but is interrupted by the beautiful Ji Hua Li.
"She means can you please come with us and practice your mannerisms." She says flipping a lock of jet black hair behind her back and crossing her arms. I almost forgot Li was there, or Ichitaro Tomikoji, who seemed glad that I wasn't dancing with him again. I realized that Li's fiancée wasn't there, but it's fine since I didn't want to run in these practice heels from Arashiyama. Li clears her throat to make sure; both of us got it, which in turn both of us nodded.
"Shall we go?" Li says, looking at Tomikoji and President Igarashi. Igarashi, who seems to have recovered.
Igarashi sat down in his president seat and said, "Yeah, I have to confirm our arrangements for the flight anyway. You guys are dismissed for now, so just chill." The words were professional-except for that last phrase, but the way he said it was so casual it pissed me off. I ignored it though, not wanting another fight to arise with the Miyabigaoka elites. But, I wouldn't have to go through extensive training sessions if it wasn't for that perverted stalker.
I must have seemed to be daydreaming, since apparently Kaon took it upon herself to yell in my ear and say, "Hey! I'm not going to waste myself on a DUMB MORON LIKE YOUUUUUU." It felt as if my ears bled with pain form the sound of her bratty voice.
A sensation of darkness and vengeance came upon me, and I chuckled at first softly, then loudly as ever. Kaon took three steps back then when I glared at her, as she knew that I had revealed to her, my Demon President side.
"I can't believe a poor girl like that who gets England's new prince, wasted my life," said Kaon meekly as she placed a brand-new ice pack on her bruised arm.
"Excuse me for defending myself." I state as I glanced at the infirmary-to be exact, more like a general hospital's doorway. Kaon scoffed and got back to tending to her wound, while Li broke the silence and said, "I apologize for Kaon's ignorance. However, try not to go demon while in England at all. It will surely ruin your reputation." I couldn't help but notice how she spoke so easily about it, perhaps from experience. Li flipped her hair once again, and sat in a nearby seat.
"Um…what about those mannerism sessions?" I asked in the most polite tone possible. I silently wondered if Usui has to be this polite while in England. Kaon nodded in agreement and mumbled, "Yeah, we have to teach Maid-san some manners."
I glared at her, and she averted her eyes from me.
Li nodded and said, "Oh yes! Let's start now, if you want. It's already noon, too. I'll call Arashiyama to help if you want."
"No! No no, no, no, no…" I shout shaking my head frantically, as she got up to the faucet and mirror to fix her hair for Arashiyama's arrival. I did not want her fiancée to come and do a makeover on me like he did to my sister.
Kaon spoke up, "Why not?" Li immediately turned to face me, but instead of an angry look, she had a single finger at her lip and her face pulled into a sad expression.
"I agree, with Kaon… b-but why?" She asked so innocently, I almost gave her an answer in English to try to please and comfort her at the same time. Damn. There better not be any more of those stupid cameras around here. I swear if there is, I'm going to rip up Kaon's bear and bad things will follow once that happens. I opened my mouth to speak but decided not to say anything, as what I may say would probably make me look like a total moron in front of dozens of gossip magazines worldwide.
Minutes ticked by, and Li was still staring at me, ready to spill an ocean of false tears. A deadly silence hung in the already tense air, until Kaon decided to break it. I guess she was only deduced to doing so; after all she was the only one who wasn't entirely involved.
She spoke, "Li, she already knows your narcissism and your tactics to getting a photo," she continues on with a single finger pointed in the air, "besides, haven't you already gotten one at Maid-san's..Seika school, was it?"
Li reluctantly sighed, and gestured to the vent to get out. I spun around, and saw barely an outline of a shadow in the vent, equipped with a camera and pencil in hand.
"W-what?! You were there all along?" I exclaim in amazement. I can't believe I was so blind my idiotic stupidity that I couldn't even see single paparazzi in the simplest of areas.
"Quite obviously." Kaon said.
"Anyway, let's just get on with a list of mannerisms you'll need to master." Li said after awhile.
She then quickly added, "I won't get Arashiyama, because some people-" Li spun around and turned to stare coldly at me, " don't want me to." She finished with a look that she might just call on her fiancée anyway.
"Er..well…" I said fiddling with my dress straps. They suddenly seemed more interesting than replying. Kaon exits the room real quick, and wheels in an erasable chalkboard. Now they're going old school. She writes in neat script, in English, too, 'Mannerisms 101 class!' then in tiny lettering under that, she writes, 'for the stupid Maid-san'
I yell, " Stop calling me that, I already pity your soul, and I'm starting to find things to pity you for!"
"Too bad!" she says back weakly.
Li chimes in, "Now the list. Let's see…" She grabs a white piece of chalk and quickly writes down a list, whilst saying the word while writing it. "Number one…Patience." Kaon and her say at that last word. "Usually, politeness would have been at the top of the list, but since you seem kind enough at Maid Latte, you needn't worry about that." Li says underlining patience. I wonder what that's supposed to mean.
"Don't forget that you have terrible patience especially for boys, but also with people like me, right Maid-san?"
"You're quite the arrogant type, huh? In the long run, hope that someone else beats me to killing you" I say in a kind voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to add that husband of yours-"I didn't let Kaon finish.
I threw a pencil at her, and it lodged itself in between her and Li. Kaon was still trying ot recover and process what happened with a 'what the..' face, but then, suddenly, I hear a burst of laughter from the doorway and see, President Igarashi, once again laughing at my actions.
"When the hell did you get here!? " I yell as if I was accusing him for treason.
"Well, you didn't notice the obvious camera guy," Li says.
"Shut up!"
"Y-you're so mean, Misakii!" She bursts out into fake crying. Kaon laughs at the chain reaction this all caused. I slap the palm of my hand to my head in complete utter exasperation as so many things occurred. I heaved in a heavy sigh that showed many signs of annoyance and almost to the point of defeat.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the two photographers snapping as much photos as possible. I smirked and was especially happy since they were boys, which gave me more the reason to beat them until their insides burst into a million pieces. I brought my hand to the one of the photographer's camera, thus, making him drop it, and push towards the ground, but in mid-air, then brought it upwards and twisted my wrist for his flip.
I looked toward the other guy, did the same, but smashed his camera into pieces instead of his organs. I quickly left the "crime scene" fast, so that no other photographers could get some more inside scoops on Li and her friends. Well, I wouldn't consider myself a friend of anyone in Miyabigaoka, but that's how those pathetic paparazzi view it.
As I strutted down the hallway, looking for some occupation until one of this school's elites showed up to tell me all the crap was over, I thought of what Usui has caused. That idiot, he really must not realize what's going on and what I do for that pervert, even if he is all that smart.
After I perhaps must've rambled in my mind of how much I hated that perverted alien from planet Pheromone, I didn't realize that I had accidentally stepped into the view of other students in the shopping district area in this damned school.
I heard whispers escape their lip-glossed and just plain moist lips saying, what's with that poor girl doing here? Or what's with the dress? It's weird for someone outside of school to be here. The students murmured amongst themselves, and surely gossip will soon override all other conversations going on and take over.
I settled on to quickly get out of their sights and soon enough took refuge to an uninhabited, but pretty shop, besides the store keeper. While scanning my eyes all over the place, I realize that the shop was a designer clothing store, with a divider in between a neighboring store that seemed to sell class essentials. I glanced at the fancy clothing racks that stood against the wall and some in the middle of the store.
I saw a colorblock-style-looking gradient, striped and flared at the bottomed pullover in which I recognized from a magazine that Sakura had fantasized about on getting…or at least the style. I clicked my tongue, and gave in to my impatience. I had heard from that idiot Usui when I toured here, that the clothes were high-class, but cheap enough that even I could afford. I grabbed the tag from the cord that clung to the shirt, and checked the price.
"Wow," I muttered, "900 yen, all in all. Tax included."
I waited for a few seconds to pass by, and bought the shirt. When I went to cash register, the man gave me an uncertain look, and then decided that he'll just sell the thing anyway despite me not being in uniform. I looked in the bag, and thought on how it was cheap and how Aoi will finally stop nagging me on my unfeminine ways, not like I try not to be unfeminine though. Talk about hitting a bird with two stones. I then, ducked into the stationary shop and bought a bundle of pens, pencils and a single composition notebook for 100 yen, which was, by the way, on sale.
I strolled out of the shop, happy with the bargain I had just got, when I forgot that the students were still there. They murmured once again and I bolted for the nearest exit, which would go toward the club rooms. I ran so that no student could laugh at me as I would have possibly harmed them immensely, and was about to turn into President Igarashi's room when he bumped into me on his way out. "There you are!" he said in a statement but with a much louder voice. It wasn't exactly yelling nor was it exactly a declarative sentence. "
Yes, now would you like to not laugh for once and tell me anything important you perhaps intended to say at that infirmary instead of laughing that made you seek us.
" Oh, yeah…" Igarashi replies in a faltering tone, as if trying to remember what it was.
After a second, he looks at me and casually says, "Oh, just to inform you, Ayuzawa, you better be ready. Go home and pack your bags. There's a slight, minor, change of plans. We're leaving tonight whether you like it or not."
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