Feelings For You: A Kaichou wa maid sama fanfic

By XxBlazingFuryxX


What a perfect day, the sun is shinning. the cool wind is blowing and the clouds whirling around the sky. My first day at a new school, Samiyo High, one of the more prestigious schools around these parts.

Samiyo High is bordered with a fresh line of cherry-pink sakura trees, their petals dance through the air, their colors alluring, their scent intoxicating. The school is pretty much one large building, surrounded by a group of smaller ones. The entire campus is bordered with a dark green brick wall.

Brigades of students trot through the entrance, all chatting along about what amazing adventures they had over the holidays.

"Segumi!" My dad shouts through his shaded car window. "Have fun! Be safe!" Oh god he's starting to attract attention. "Don't talk to any suspicious peop-"

"Dad!" I snap, stomping to his side. "You're doing it again!" I hiss. Seriously, it's like he doesn't know the difference between nearly-mature sixteen-year-old's or immature five-year-old's who cant tell a cat from a lollipop.

He beams back at me, probably recalling his previous slip-up. "Hehe, seems I am." He rolls up the car window. "Have a good day!" I wave goodbye as he fades into the distance.

I sigh, walking down the path, I can feel people's eyes slowly latching off from my head. As I near the entrance I mutter "Ughh...fathers."

Without warning, girl replies. "I know right!"

I flinch. "Y-yeah..."

The girl has layered raven hair, brushing the tip of her shoulders. Her eyes are a dark shade of blue with a hint of purple nearing the rim. She looks back at me, as if I'm in a staring contest or something.

"I haven't seen ya around before... are you new?"

I nod.

Her face gleams with happiness. "Nice to meet you!"

"You too." I reply, returning the gesture.

"So who's your father?"

"Zenki Sagoyo. He owns my family fishing industry.

"Oh, cool, I sure like seafood."

"So err... how about yours?"

"Ughh..." she digs her palms into her face. "Don't even get me started on mine!" She clicks her eyes back at me. "You know how embarrassing it is having a dad who use to cross-dress?"

I look at her, a bit dumbfounded. Is this a regular thing to ask a new girl around here?

"It's so annoying!"

I decide to change the topic. "Hey look! Class lists!"

"Hehe.." she smirks, as if she's done this before. "I already know my class. See ya around ummm..."

"Segumi."

She smiles again. "Thanks Segumi." She points a finger at herself. "Kani, Kani Hyoudou. You know... like the crab." She giggles as walks off.

Kani, sounds like a nice name, it suits her too. Although looking back five minutes ago the entire encounter seems kind of strange. I take a look at my class list and head upstairs. My class room is pretty spacious, there are four long rows of tables, about five in each row. I see two large groups of people chatting. I blend into the first one, trying to go unnoticed.

"So, did you try the new eye shadow I told you about?"

"Yeah it compliments my eyes! All the guys will be falling for-"

Within that instant I head out. I have better things to do in life than talk about eye shadow and pretty dresses. I head out of the other group, it sure is awkward.

"Hey it's Segumi!"

My head snaps up at the familiar voice. It's Kani. "Hey!"

"Well, let me introduce you!" She happily gestures to the girl on her right. "This is Ai Rose. She's not too talkative. But she goes head-over-heels for guys."

"Kani!"

"Haha, just kidding." She budges a bit closer to me. "It's pretty much the other way around." she chuckles. "Well anyway this is Hiro, he's her twin."

They both have the same emerald eyes and spiky, golden hair. Ai has short bangs and a curled up-do. Hiro is taller and thinner, his hair is spiky and a bit messy. They both have a foreign-ish feel, maybe their from the United States... arguably even a bit English...

"And this is Futo. He takes a ten percent share of all snacks you bring."

He shrugs. "Hey, my awesomeness comes at a price."

Futo is kind of short, he has curly brown hair with a hint of yellow. His eyes seem like a dark shade of brown.

"Everyone, this is Segumi."

A few Hi's and Hey's float back to me.

We start getting into a pretty random conversation about marshmallows and camping when the teachers storms in.

"I'm telling you, the marshmallow literally explo-"

"Attention!" the man shouts. "May you all take your seats. You're lucky I'm letting you pick your own."

We shuffle to the back row. I sit at the window end, Hiro beside me, followed by Kani, Futo, then Ai.

The teacher starts blabbering on about school rules and other useless things. I turn to Hiro, who is slouching in his seat, gazing at the window. "Pretty boring isn't it?" he mutters, his eyes are looking at me now, but his voice doesn't seem to be at all.

I look forward and sigh. "Yup. Been there, done that. It's like we're babies."

"You got that right." he looks back out the window, then back at me. "Hey, you know the group you came to before us?"

I take a glance at the front, which is where they're sitting. "Yeah, why?"

"I suggest you stay away from them." his tone suddenly darkening.

"Huh? Why?"

He doesn't reply.

I decide not to bother him, after all I barely know him. I hear a tapping at the back of my chair, it's Kani. She hands me a piece of scrap paper. I take it somewhat reluctantly take it and smooth it on my lap.

Meet Ai and I after class.

I nod back at her.

"A-hem" the teacher shoots across the room. "Anything to say miss...Segumi is it?" He gives me a spine-chilling stare, eerily reminding me of my mother's. The entire class looks back at me. I don't have the slightest idea of who they are, but they look at me as if this is the millionth time I've been told off.

"Err..." I lower the note and start scrunching it into a ball. "No, nothing." I reply as I slide it into my pocket.

The teacher shifts attention back to the class and so does the class to the teacher. "Next monday we will start elections for the student council. Unlike most schools one person from every class is nominated an forced to join. Are there any recommendations?"

An arm flings up into the air, it's a girl from the front, the same girl who was talking about makeup a while ago. "I think Segumi should do it!" She puts down her arm and turns to me. "It can teach you some manners."

A few kids snicker. Most of them from the front.

"Anybody else would like Segumi to be elected?"

All the girls in the front row fling their hands into the air. A flush of rage seems to flood into my mind. What the hell did I do to them?

The teacher nods, scratching my name onto his clipboard. I know what Hiro was talking about now. In just ten seconds they've turned from a group of girls, to a group of bitchy ones. Ugh, if only headlocks were allowed in this school.

I slouch back in my seat, shutting myself off from the rest of the world. There's nothing useful I'll be learning here anyway, of course this goes against every single thing my mom says. Everything the teacher says is important, ignore the bullies, seize the day, take charge, blah blah blah. It's all senseless crap being shoved into my ears. I bet that's exactly what grandma told her.

Class flies by and soon enough, lunch ensues. Remembering the note, I meet Kani and Ai at the football field. "Segumi-chan!"

She seems to get attached to people pretty quick, we only met this morning and she's already calling me Segumi-chan. But whatever, I need all the friends I can get. "Hey Kani! Hi Ai!"

"So do you remember what Hiro was talking about in class?"

I ponder this for a while, then I nodded.

"Well this is why." She tells me, lifting Ai's bangs.

I couldn't see anything at first, but after a few steps I could make out a faint line of skin; lighter than her complexion. A birthmark? No, that's not it..."A scar?"

Ai nods, sliding her short bags out of Kani's bony fingers. "I had a fight with them last year."

I choked back a question. I don't want to get more involved in this. How could they do such a thing? Something is wrong here, not even those bitches can do something like this and not have a reason (an acceptable one at that)

. . .

I live in a nice, cozy, two floor house with a furnished basement. Two bedrooms, a guest room and three bathrooms. There are also two empty rooms that we don't know what to do with. We have a small backyard which is mostly made up of a swimming pool. Our front yard is pretty much a giant piece of grass with a path down the middle, go figure.

When I get home the first thing I do is dump my bag by the door and watch TV- which is exactly what I did. I was at the mere beginning of my favorite sitcom when my mom decided to turn into a giant tree and block my view.

She gives me a warm smile. "How was school honey?"

I nudge my head to the side, restoring half the screen. "Yeah-huh, just fine." I try to block her out with the show's theme song.

So no one told you life was gonna be this way. Your job's a joke, you're broke. Your love li-

The screen turns blank.

My mom puts down the remote. "So, I got an e-mail saying that you're running for the student council." She says. "I just want to say that I'm proud of you. You know I was in student council when I was your age."

Here we go again. "Yes mom, I know all about your days in student council."

She smiles, her long black hair glinting in the light. A sparkle seems to glint in her eyes every time she talks about her past. She gets up and heads toward the kitchen, tying her hair into a bun. "It's chicken and rice tonight."

"Hooray." I say in monotone.

I don't know much about mom's life. I know that she was a perfect student, lost her first love and was arranged to marry my dad. She keeps an album somewhere, I used to spend hours finding it. I eventually spotted it a month ago in one of our moving boxes, but I never looked at it. I think she put it in the antique cabinet, alongside her graduation album. Either way I'm still a bit proud to have her as my mom, no matter how naggy she is.

I click the TV on again, only to find an episode I've watched a million times. I skimp through the channels, nothing good. I think I'd look at that album.

. . .

I swipe of a fine layer of dust with the back of my hand. The title of the book has been worn away. The only letters remaining are an 'e', 'k' and half an 'a'. I flip the cardboard cover over, nothing much, just an overview of the campus, some class photos and such.

Hmm...Seika High. Wait, wasn't that place torn down by that rich kid school wasn't it? Miyabigaoka? The next page seemed to answer my question, there was a news article taped on the page. The headline reach 'S. High to be demolished' It's pretty sad how much memories can be torn down in mere seconds.

I turn to a page with a picture of my mom and some guy with golden hair. He looks about my age, and isn't that bad looking. But he should be about forty-something now. I wonder who he is, maybe a boyfriend of something.

I turn to the next page. It's my mom in her school uniform, a large green sash slung around her. Underneath the picture is a caption:

"Ayuzawa Misaki, Student Council President."


A/N: To first time readers- Hey! Thanks for checking out my fanfiction! Review are very much appreciated. I accept all reviews! Compliment of criticism!

To returning readers- I am back from the dead! I kinda missed this fanfiction in a strange way. But I'm back! Expect more re-vamped chapters and updates! I apologize sincerely for the slow update.