Prologue

The dull and dark office was completely silent except for the hushed yet loud breathing of Misaki Ayuzawa. The lights were dim and Misaki could not see much. The most useful source of light was that coming through the glass window from the top floor. Ms. Ayuzawa's amber eyes seemed to flare in the dark as she attentively watched the bustling city of Tokyo right beneath her.

It was past midnight and the young woman was still in her office in her headquarters, doing particularly nothing but gazing outside of the window, seated leisurely behind her desk. A tiny yawn escaped her soft lips. She was worn out with the fatigue of pulling all the all-nighter we for her company. She rubbed her eyelids with the palm of her hands. Another yawn escaped her lips, right before smacking them.

Misaki concepted the success of her world-famous fashion company, Perfect Choice. It was all because of her, the CEO. Years back, never would she have thought of being rich and famous, but here she was, an A-List celebrity through out the world. It was phenomenal, the things she'd done. Oh, the absence of sleep was definitely worth it.

With a smile brought to her rosy lips, all previous fatigue faded away and was replaced with pride. With the new determination brought to her, Misaki gathered up all the loose and sloppy pieces of papers and stacked them into a neat pile. She was set to work.

Suddenly, the office telephone rang, disturbing Misaki from her smile-bringing thoughts. A look of shock was brought to her face. Who would call at this time of the night?

Curious, she gently picked up the telephone, onveying it near her ear.

She began, "Hello, this is Ayuzawa Misaki here-"

"Yeah, hi. Can we speed up the introductions a bit? I have something important to tell you. I'll drop by your office in a bit." It was Aoi Hyoudo who interrupted the raven haired woman. He was her best friend, and the Co-CEO of the company, howbeit, he occasinally drove her mad.

Misaki was marginally annoyed at the rudeness of her partner. "Well, yes, Mr-Speed-Up-The-Introductions? What was so important that you had to interrupt me from saying a harmless and simply friendly 'hello'?" Sarcasm dripped from each word. There was no sign that she was extremely worn out, but instead her voice was in full-business-mode. She click-clacked her manicured fingernails sharply against the wooden desk, waiting and ready for a response.

"I'll tell you what was so important once I'm in the office." And before there could be any objection made to the offer, Aoi Hyoudo hung up, leaving an irritated Misaki with her eyes twitching.

"That stupid dumbass..." the woman grumpily mumbled incoherently. What kind of person would meet her at this time? She already had things to do.

Right before the phone call, the CEO was determined to get some work done, but now seeing it as a useless attempt, she just sat there in her seat, waiting for her Co-CEO to drop by her office. She had been waiting in the chair for 10 minutes, but it seemed much longer than that. The chair she was sitting on was so pleasantly fluffy and cushy. Suddenly, Misaki's eyelids felt heavy. Unable to hold it open, she let it close. Just before she was about to fall into a deep slumber, the door flew open and her eyes snapped open.

"Um, sorry. I was kind of running late," Aoi muttered an apology for his lateness. He pulled out a random and soft chair and pushed it right in front of Misaki desk, so he was now face to face with her as he took the seat.

"Alright, spit it out, Hyoudo," Misaki said as she flicked her hand, as to signal him to start speaking.

The boy cleared his throat and took a deep breath before speaking. "Misaki, I have an idea. As CEO and Co-CEO, it is our duty to make sure the business strives. While Japan is a great place and the company is already doing marvelous, we can do better, which is why I think we should move our headquarters to England." He finished with a pause.

Through the darkness of the room, his eyes were searching inside of Misaki's eyes for a sign. Anger? Disbelief? Misery? Happy? Calm? Regret? Cheer? While he could turn on the lamp, there was no use since he saw clearly in Misaki's eyes. She was listening. He breathed in relief, but still anticipating for the answer.

Misaki stirred in her seat, then crossed one long leg on top of the other. She ruffled her thick raven locks and sighed. "Hyoudo, I love the way you're thinking, but England? That's quite a step. Why not France?" she drawled out.

Aoi was now smiling. She, maybe not directly, agreed. "Well, I was talking to the members. We were considering France, but we agreed that was all too typical. Our style suits England much better, anyway."

There was a silence, as the two stared into each others eyes. Aoi was patiently waiting for a yes, no, maybe, anything.

"Aoi, when do we leave?" Misaki suddenly asked, interrupting the silence. The question startled the boy, as his eyes widened. He stared at her, and his mouth dropped in disbelief, like a fish.

He was genuinely surprised. He was expecting a butt load of anxious questions. This was Misaki, never too quick to make a move. Yet here she was, already saying yes to an idea she was just introduced to minutes ago.

Misaki smiled ear to ear at Aoi's reaction. "I trust you with my life. Therefore, I can trust you with my company, no? So, Aoi, answer me. When do we leave?"

Aoi closed his mouth and also smiled. His friend was honestly unpredictable. "We're...we're leaving in a few days." His smile lasted for such a short amount of time, as it faded into a frown.

Misaki also frowned and looked down. "You know, I'll miss Japan," she slowly let out, glancing upwards at Aoi's bitter smile.

"I know, you ugly hag. So will I. But, it is for the company. Remember that," and before Misaki could say anything, he strode out of the office room, leaving a thinking Ms. Ayuzawa behind her desk.

"Right, for the company. I will miss you, Japan."

...

"Greetings, passengers. We require that you wear your seatbelt throughout the entire time. Have a safe and wonderful flight," a flight attendant said though the microphone.

Luckily, and surprisingly, no one recognized the celebrity Misaki Ayuzawa inside the plane, covered with thick sunglasses and a soft scarf.

Misaki stared out the window. The plane was now moving. Despite being on airplanes many times before, she felt unsettled. She was moving to Britain, away from her home.

She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, then relaxed. Maybe, Britain wouldnt be that bad, she thought.

Hello, everyone! How was it? This was my first time ever writing a story, so I understand if this is riddled with errors, but ya know, help me out! I know this chapter is pretty short, but that was intended. My next chapter is about 3,000 words, I promise.

Disclaimer- I do not own Maid Sama.

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