Of Truth and Lies Chapter 1: Prologue, a maid sama! fanfic

Of Truth and Lies

In a dark, smelly and dingy prison cell, three men shared the pitiful place. They had three old hanging wooden benches to sleep on respectively, but it wasn't much of a comfort. A single broken sink was attached to a wall, beside it was a mercilessly vandalized wooden desk, and a chair with the similar characteristics to add. There was not a bulb, not even a candle inside the cell; the only source of light they had was the orangey glow of the fluorescent bulb peeking through the thick steel bars, forming dark strips of shadows on the roughly cemented floor.

The bright strip reached the person sitting on the floor, somehow making a bright line over his spiky blonde hair.

"Hey, you there," said another person, sitting on his hanging bench opposite to the blonde.

"What?" the blonde replied, his green eyes slightly glaring.

"Wanna have a one-nighter?"

"Nah, I'm straight, you see."

"Damn," cursed the person sitting on his hanging bench, then he turned to the third person in the room, who was sitting on the vandalized chair backwards. "How 'bout you?"

"Had enough before I was here, don't wanna do it anymore," the person sitting on the chair said with a bored tone.

"You were a rapist?"

"Yeah, couldn't get enough on those days, now my family doesn't have anyone to look up to. Shitty reality . . ."

"Couldn't agree more. So you're name's – what's it again – Shirou?" asked the person on the hanging bench.

"Shino," said the person on the chair.

"And you, pretty boy?" he asked the one sitting on the floor. "Tatsuya?"

"Takumi."

"Right, well, Shino, Takumi, look what Kenji has," he said with a mischievous grin, holding up a silverware spoon.

"Where did you get that?" asked Shino, his once bored tone now filled with anticipation.

Kenji gestured them to come nearer to him, and both did so. "Dropped by the waiter last night, when big people were having dinner here with the warden. Picked it up and here we are," he whispered excitedly. "All we need now is a soft spot of a wall."

"I know where," said Takumi at once, smirking. He then pointed at the spot under the vandalized table. "Termites can get in by digging through, so it must be twice as easy for us to dig through."

"All right then, we'll take turns, I'll be first, Shino's next, and Takumi," declared Kenji, immediately crouching under the table and digging the cement.

"We'll be free in no time." Shino stretched his arms and sat on his hanging bench.

"I've already said it a million times, Tamaki, give me the numbers or die."

It was nighttime in the city's less passed-by streets, and as usual, the most notorious mafia in the city was out at it again. The boss, wearing a black suit and deep black shades, was looking down at a shivering, fat businessman who almost wishing he was just part of the wall behind him.

Seven more black-clad mafia members were each pointing a heavy-caliber gun at the businessman. Possibly three to five more were on the building rooftops, snipers ready in their hands.

"All right! I'll give you my account, but please don't kill me!" the businessman named Tamaki said desperately, kneeling on the mafia boss' feet.

"Awww, really, Tamaki?" taunted the boss.

"Yes! Yes! Here – here! It's all there, it's all genuine!" Tamaki hastily pulled out a folder from his satchel and held it to the boss.

The boss scanned the papers in the folder, then smirked at Tamaki. "That settles it then."

Tamaki's face brightened with relief. "You'll free me now? I'm not going to get killed?"

The mafia boss crouched down in level with Tamaki. Slowly sliding up his shades, he ran his fingers through his light blonde hair and smirked at the shocked businessman.

"Y – you're Tora Igarashi, son of the CEO of the Igarashi group. But how – why?" Tamaki was stuttering.

Tora stood with ease and pocketed his shades. "This is just for fun, honestly. I always needed to make a good image out of every person I meet, for the group's level of superiority, and of course I got tired with it and yeah . . ." he said in a drawling voice while examining his fingernails. "Otou-sama [more respectful name for 'father'] doesn't seem to be bothered with it anyway, so he consented me with having my own mafia, you know, for my fun, and at the same time to get rid of all those useless shit working in his company. So as long as this is a secret, Igarashi group will remain clean and trusted, won't it, Tamaki?"

"B – but I k – know your secret n – now! I'll t – tell everyone a – a – about it!"

Tora shrugged and tilted his head casually. "Uhhh, I don't know. Maybe you can't, no, you definitely can't since, uhm . . . you're going to get killed?"

"No way . . . you're just 21! You're too young to be – to be like this!"

Tora just ignored what Tamaki said, and approached the black car waiting for him at the opposite side of the street. Before entering, he clicked his fingers and Tamaki breathed no more.

"That must be the last spot," said Shintani Hinata, wiping the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. He kept the bucket and mop inside the janitor's closet and went to look for his best friend since childhood and eventually crush, Misaki Ayuzawa.

He opened the double doors to the kitchen and saw Misaki placing the last plate inside the cabinet. She turned around and beamed a tired yet satisfied smile.

"I guess we should be going home now," she said, drying her hands with cloth and picking up her bag.

"Yeah, it's getting very late."

Both walked home after locking up the back door of the restaurant they were working part-time in. The two stayed quiet as they walked the street lamp-lit streets. When they reached the park, Misaki bade goodnight to Shintani and walked the rest of her way home alone.

This was just like any other day, with the usual routine, and the usual faces. Misaki remembered the day when Shintani and her decided to have a part-time job to pay their tuition fees and other necessities, as both of their families were incapable to pay all of their expenses. She smiled at the thought of that day, but her smile twitched when she somewhat stepped on something hard.

Misaki looked down and stared agape at the sight below her. It was a blonde guy, about her age, lying flat on the middle of the road unconsciously.

She crouched down, examined the guy a little bit, poked his rather hollow cheek and swore mentally. She slightly shook the guy's shoulders, expecting that he'll wake up or something.

"Oh no . . . what should I do . . . Wait, are you dead?" Misaki muttered. Just then, the guy's eyes opened, revealing striking green eyes.

She immediately flushed; feeling embarrassed at the thought that she just shook the guy and asked him if he was dead. Avoiding his piercing stare, Misaki diverted her sight at the tree nearby. She felt him move and sit, then felt something burn on the back of her neck.

'Honestly! Does he have eye-superpowers or something?' she thought, flushing even more.

Thud.

Misaki flinched and turned her head around slowly, then she noticed that the guy just collapsed again, but he was still conscious.

"W – wait! Don't die yet! I'm calling an ambulance!" she hastily yelled. Taking out her phone from her bag, she kept on muttering how stupid she was for not realizing to call help at once.

Suddenly, she felt a hand land over her arm.

"Don't, please don't call an ambulance – please . . ." the guy muttered with a ragged breath.

"What? But look at you! You're all – all – wait." She stared at the guy for a while. "Are you wounded or something?"

"No . . . I'm just very tired . . . that's all."

Misaki sighed in relief. "So shall I help you go home?"

"NO!" came the sudden outburst from the blonde guy.

"W – well, uhm, I guess you don't have a proper place to sleep in, so . . ."

"No," repeated the guy. "I ran away from home. I came all the way from who knows where."

"But why did you –"

"Arranged marriage; I didn't want to marry her . . ."

Misaki nodded in understanding. He was actually that desperate not to marry that girl. She looked up at him, and when she saw his face completely, it stroke her.

'Damn, he's cute.'

crystalline'maia: I PERFECTLY KNOW THAT I'M SUPPOSED TO BE UPDATING FAMILY MOMENTS but I couldn't take this idea off of my head, so yeah, thus began the existence of this fanfiction. The whole plot is already planned up, really, now all you need to do is to keep on encouraging me to finish this story. Thank you so much for reading this.

If you have any constructive criticism, feel free to tell them through your review. But if you'll do give me such, please keep in mind that this story is set in an AU (Alternate Universe) where the setting is not exactly the same as the anime/manga, and that some of the characters are purposely made OOC for the sake of the story.

I do not own Kaichou wa Maid-sama and I'm not gaining/earning anything from writing this.

So here's the full summary and story properties:

Misaki's lovelife is torn between three men: an escaped criminal, a mafia boss, and a . . . restaurant janitor. Criminal!Usui, Mafia!Tora, Janitor!Shintani. AU.