A.N. This is like a predicting-the-future fanfic because personally, I think their happy days are numbered and the manga has dropped several hints of this so I wanted to write my own interpretation of what would happen next. Anyways, enjoy!

The sun was shining, the day was clear and free of clouds. The day was absolutely beautiful and spring was in the air. Of course, this wasn't the reason that Misaki was whistling as she put on her clothes. No, the reason was, today was February 14, the day for all couples from all walks of life, even a mismatched couple of a pervert alien from outer space and the super demon president of Seika High. Though Misaki would never admit it, she had been looking forward to this day since a certain perverted alien dude had left a placard in a slice of sweet strawberry mousse cake after work exactly a week ago. It had read, "Misaki-chan! I await your presence here exactly a week from now." The manager, having seen the cake with the placard, had made sure that Misaki-chan had a day off that day. Although she had argued, raged, and shouted that Usui was NOT worth missing a day of work for, the manager had defused all her arguments with a simple "You're so cute when you pretend to not care. Go and have fun, Misaki, we're rooting for you!" At which, Misaki was unable to retaliate because at that point, she looked like a very, very red cherry tomato. To make matters worse, ever since leaving the card, he had suddenly disappeared, and though Misaki would never admit it, she was worried. (She had thought of calling him and had gotten to the point where she just needed to press TALK, but her pride as a she-man stopped her every time). Which only served to add to the tension and anticipation that she had already felt ever since she had saw the card.

Anyways, fast-forwarding a week minus one day, Misaki was now in the midst of the most challenging dilemma of her life. What, in the world, would she would wear? The only thing "girly" she had were the clothes that she had got for her birthday, and she couldn't wear those again. Curse Usui! She had been debating all week and had finally decided to spend a precious day's worth of money, (oh he was dead when she saw him), on a mini shopping spree. Though now, at the store, she had absolutely no idea what to buy. Now you see, picking clothes is never an easy thing, and since Misaki was about in tune with the fashionable world as she was with the 80% male population in her school (minus Usui, her three stalkers, the student council), not only was she not in tune, she was horribly and freakishly at odds with it. She couldn't even ask her friends, because as the head of the student council and the leader of the anti-male movement, it'd be way too embarrassing. The day had relatively gone like this, "Excuse me miss, can I help you with something?" – shopworker

"I'm looking for something (blushed furiously) cute, for a date." – Misaki

At this, the shopworker would get that nasty glint in her eye, handing Misaki clothes that she'd never wear in a million years, let alone in front of Usui, make Misaki turn beet red every time, and watch in amusement as Misaki hurriedly apologize while booking for the nearest exit. Though now that she had thought about it, none were as bad as her maid uniform, which Usui saw everyday. And so after visiting at least 10 stores, she had succumbed to the culture of the fashionable world and picked a pink and white striped halter top with a short white mini-skirt. The rest, shoes, makeup, hair, and accessories, could be taken care of with the gifts she received on her birthday and her sister's natural talent at making Misaki fairly cute (e.g. refer to last date with Usui).

So after a night of fitful sleeping, interspersed with disturbingly vivid dreams, (you can guess who was the main actor), the fateful day had finally came which leads to the present day, of Misaki whistling cheerfully while getting ready for her big date.

"Nee-sama, are you ready yet, you're going to be late your date!" Suzuna shouted.

"I'm coming, I"m coming!" Misaki yelled back.

She checked herself out in the mirror, and although she wouldn't ever say it out loud, she did look rather cute. Her hair was curled and bunched up into two side ponytails. Her sister had thankfully done her makeup for her and had lent her a pink Hawaiian flower necklace as well as shell bracelet. With her outfit-that-was-worth-a-day's-work, she had topped it all off with white sandal heels and a small white purse.

"MISAKI! DO YOU WANT TO MISS YOUR DATE?" Suzuna bellowed from below. At which time, Misaki looked at her watch. And realized she had 10 minutes to get to the shop, which normally took 20 minutes.

"CRAP!" All Misaki's sister saw was a blur entering the kitchen and exiting the front door. 15 minutes later, a breathless and red Misaki, hair dishevelled and clothes rumpled, arrived at the shop. Heartbeat rising, she couldn't wait as she burst into the back of the shop, only to find....TBC

A.N. This is my first fanfic for Maid-sama, so please enjoy!