Author's Note: Tadaaaaaaaaaaaa! Now a new way of showing the Manga / Anime: Maid Sama!

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Disclaimer: I sadly don't own even my own manga or anime CD of Maid Sama! It's all yours Mr. Hiro Fujiwara…!

Summary (Full): Ayuzawa Misaki participates in the game show named, Maid Latté where she is determined to win ¥10,000 for her family but instead she is proposed with an offer that every female would die for by the star idol – Usui Takumi. A few words that changed her life, "Be my personal maid, Ayuzawa Misaki…" A simple yes is all that took to let it proceed. What is it you say? Enter: Pervert-ism . . . and Love.

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As you wish, Master!

Chapter One:

Determination

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Oh! Boy, here they go again! They are doing it once again . . . no, in fact thrice. It has been the third time in a row this year…

Then again, they themselves want it to happen. Just so they can have one chance of their lifetime with the big shot public figure — Usui Takumi.

The same old news that had been wandering around the so-called heavenly nation, each piece of its information driving around the streets with its rootless out line publicized by every living female on earth. Well, he is one heck of a celebrity in Japan after all, the most irresistible bachelor wanted by every female on Japan. Misaki shook her head in repugnance, why the hell do the females go after such puny celebs?

Answer: Silence…

Damn her conscience!

Feeling already exasperated she paid no heed to the thrilled, animated females jumping with excitement practically looking at the poster about some weird hit show – not to mention the fact that it is regarding Usui Takumi. She imagined how these females would fall for such scrawny ads about some stupid show or program. She felt pity rouse in her for the young adults, huffing loudly; she called out her friend, "Let's go, Sakura. I need—"

Go Figure: Her little obsessive mischief, turned out to be one of the uncompromising futuristic fans of him.

The uninterested young woman rolled her eyes reflexively, before heading hastily towards her friend, Sakura as she crossed her arms across her chest, "Why the hell did you stop here?" Sakura rebuffed her wavy hair locks tied around in ample whopping bunches behind her shoulder, trying very hard to ignore her apathetic friend as she eyed the large poster being pasted before her very eyes. She squealed as loud as possible — along with other females — for her throat could hand out as she jumped excitingly, "Misaki! Misaki . . . Look they are here again!"

Sakura tugged her unconcerned friend's sleeves without even bothering to take a look at her frustrated face, Misaki widened her eyes clearing her irritated expression, "Sakura!" she yelled at her companion infuriating herself even more, "Why are you getting keyed up just for a stupid advertisement?" Misaki hollered dubiously at her Sakura who is practically beginning to whine, "What has gotten into you? Can't you see it has started at last, once again? Wahoo!" Sakura cooed wildly as she failed to realize that some of the teenage boys passing them were drooling at her.

Misaki sighed before closing her eyes, "Eh? What the hell are you talking about? Care enough to explain…?"

Sakura's face turned back to its cheery old self, "Oh . . . Misaki you have become so ignorant now a days that you don't even think about having fun! Take a look at the poster… carefully!" Sakura demanded her heatedly.

Misaki shook her head knowing that she wasn't going to win against her so she leaned near the wall to take a clear look at the poster; "Hmm…" she droned narrowing her eyes instantly inhaling the awful stench seeping out from the old drainage pipe as well, "This says, 'The great bachelor — Usui Takumi is now once more back on the Tokyo in search for a beautiful female to take part in our greatest hit show – Maid Latté with Usui Takumi Season 3 – if you are…" she trailed off as she straightened her back to face her cool cohort, "Sakura…? Who's Usui Takumi?"

The only response to her troubled question was a weird expressionless blank look on her face, "What, you… you really don't know who he is?" Sakura let out a cynical laugh.

Misaki raised her eyebrows doubtfully, "Hello…? I am asking you something? What is so funny 'bout that?" she waved her hands to emphasize her points indicating how frustrating she is getting each second. After sniveling a little Sakura regained her posture – her smile never wavering, "Oh! No I kind of found your expression funny, I meant really funny…" she nibbled on her pinkish lips before staring back into the poster, "Usui Takumi – one of the hottest guy on Japan and I have been dying to meet him for the last two years!"

"You mean the guy who is called the cheese spikes," She blinked trying to maintain her sanity, "No Ms. President! He is nicknamed Spicy Space Martian…" Sakura retorted.

"What?" Misaki inquired in a loud baffle, "Why that?" Sakura smiled welcomingly, "Oh! That's because there no one like him is ever found on earth, so most of his fans define him as 'Creature from outer space', isn't that just so cool?"

Misaki was slightly appalled seeing the look at Sakura's eyes which were reflecting flashes of her wish, "You just don't have any idea how I have been struggling for the last two seasons participating . . . huh!" she sighed ignoring the taunting smell of the drain. Misaki looked around her being surrounded by – antagonistic, aggressive, argumentative – beautiful females similarly thrilled about the whole event going to be placed.

"How come you never told me about this…?" Misaki inquired uncertainly as she saw Sakura pouting at her, "Oh! Puh-lease Miss. Ayuzawa Misaki, I have been informing you every detail behind the HITTEST SHOW on Japan and you only answer me back with an 'uhh' and 'what did you say?' that is just so complicating, Misaki-Chan…" Sakura explained eying her deviously for asking her such a question as though she had been insulted.

Misaki wheezed paying no attention to her accent, "I don't care… because right now all I think about is my stupid problem!" Misaki huffed while turning on her heels walking away from the stupid junkyard they had been standing for about ten whole minutes. Wasting none of her time she went back deep into her thoughts of finding a proper job for herself.

"Oh! Wait Misaki, listen to this…" Sakura launched at her tearing her away from her daydreams. She stopped short facing her back at her over-re-active friend, "What is it this time, Sakura…? You know Sakura I am so desperate in finding a job and practically I am having a weird headache, painful headache—"

"What if I have the answer to your problems…?" Sakura supposed at her with a pointed smile playing along her small lips.

Misaki widened her eyes trying to recollect in her mind as to what her friend was telling her, "How?"

"Come over here!" Sakura decided to show her instead of taking the trouble of letting her lips budge, she saw Misaki running back to her without a delay looking forward to the solution that her friend was assuming to give, "See…" they both turned to look at the poster hanging causing Misaki to frown instead of being relieved, "What the hell? Why are you still—"

"Oh! Just shut up and look what it has written, 'We also proudly inform you that the winner of the contest will receive a three-day-two-night holiday package to enjoy with anyone you like…' Wow that's so cool!"

"So…?" Misaki inquired, "That is my solution…?"

"Let me finish!" she screamed at the annoyed female before shaking her head to go back to her business, "It also says that the winner will also receive ten-thousand, I repeat, TEN THOUSAND YEN!" Sakura straightened her back repositioning her arms across her chest looking at the confused Misaki, "Misaki-Chan . . . what's the matter? Isn't ¥10,000 enough for you to pay back all the debts, your father left? I mean…" she shot out a weak laugh to resume back to her chat, "…all you just have to do is win the game show and tada! You win the prize money!"

"No, it's just that…" Misaki straightened her back as well lifting her slender fingers to tap her chin, "I really have no idea about this Maid Latté, so I just . . . don't think I'll be confident enough for this." Misaki explained — not hypothetically — but when it comes down to it, she does have to bow her head towards her fate. Sakura bounced harder with great excitement instigating Misaki to raise her brows in amazement, 'Wow, I didn't know rich people have a great influence on public?'

"So, what do you have in your mind then?" Sakura asked her friend defining a new phrase of friendship. "Hmm, not that I really have a choice now . . . but I still need some time!" Misaki give reasons for her lack of confidence at the fact that she actually has to win a hit game show: a hit game show which she never heard of in her life — not to mention her friends did explain her about it. Sighing, she grabbed Sakura's hand dragging her along the road leading straight to her house causing Sakura to whine like a whinny-poo, "Misaki-Chan . . . you're hurting me!"

"Oops! Looks like I have no choice but to drag you along…" Misaki elucidated clearly to her (screaming) friend. Understanding her little companion was just too jumpy about the whole situation and probably wouldn't even come back with her if she called her, "When is the deadline?"

"I'm afraid, tonight!" Sakura replied.

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"Y-Yes Sir — you'll get your money as quick as possible…" the elderly female justified despondently bowing her head displaying her forlorn gratitude although she wasn't supposed to do it instead of showing antagonism and frustration towards the man being abruptly rude and egocentric. The man showing no sign of guilt in behaving uncouthly with regard to this fine elderly woman, spat in disgust at her respect towards himself.

"Mrs. Minako Ayuzawa…" he sparred earnestly breaking off the boring silence between them, "Everyone is aware of the fact that you are suffering from high illness and due to your weakness and fragile limps you cannot move. So how do you possibly think you will be able to clear your debts that had been weighed down by your coward husband?"

Minako bit her lip unconsciously as she felt her throat edged with fear and trepidation. She straightened her body fixing her eyes with the old man smoking a cigarette between his fat, aged fingers, trying not to inhale the dirt emitting from him she tried to defend, "I assure you again that your money will be—"

"—Back! Yeah, yeah, I get it Mrs. Ayuzawa! But the thing is, how…?" the old man raised his eyebrows – malevolence seems to ooze from his eyes – holding deep demonic wickedness.

"Pardon me . . . I don't seem to understand what you're saying?"

She could see his lip form a quirked evil smirk – meaning something really unpleasant. He relaxed his legs settling them down on the deep-rooted, bucolic carpet someway instituted on the old wooden floor; he leaned beside the small table enough to please the guests, drawing out the cigarette from his burned lips he tossed it over the ash-tray.

Sighing he regained his posture — his smile growing evil every second, "Oh! You do understand! Now you see, I was planning to get my son, Tora to get married but the problem is we aren't finding any suitable…" he rationalized in a soundless groan, "S-So…?" Minako asked concerned about what might come next.

"So… I was thinking, why I don't help you and you help me…?" the businessman smirked raising an eyebrow pleasingly before continuing, "Your daughter, Misaki — ah! What a fine young lady? Poor girl, having to work under such a delicate age where she should be studying, so I was thinking why don't you get my son married to your daughter?

"But, I don't think Misaki would want to do that!"

"Ah! That's up to you, remember it was your decision as well as your coward husband's that if you don't pay back you will have to give your daughter to my son!" the elderly man stood up on his feet – smirking - before heading for the small door that leads him out to the open world. Unfortunately, not out of their lives.

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"Mother . . . I am home!" Misaki shouted out as soon as she entered the house slamming the door at the rear of her weary posterior.

Mrs. Ayuzawa billowed out of the kitchen door at a fast pace towards her with a sweet beam was found on her sickly face as usual, "Misaki…?" Mrs. Ayuzawa inquired agitatedly looking at her with an eyebrow raised above her eyes. Misaki shook her head slightly forcing out a smile — which she felt erroneous now but chose to let it go as she handed over the medicines for her sick mother.

Minako tried avoiding any sort of eye contact with her; therefore, she chose to leave the room back to the kitchen. Misaki, on the other hand, felt uncanny and strange towards her mother, as she came to realize her mother was trying to avoid meeting her eyes, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Oh! Nothing…" Minako assured her concerned daughter.

"Mother?—"

"Mom is lying, again!" Suzuna entered the conversation. She was a fourteen-year-old younger sister of Misaki — the youngest member of the Ayuzawa family. Misaki turned to look at her sister with curiosity trying to 'break the code' – meaning interpreting her statement, "What do you mean, Suzuna?"

"The old geezer came to ask for his money but as we couldn't pay him back – as usual – so he proposed you to get married to his rich, ignorant son — Tora..." Suzuna enlightened her mature concerned sister, while Minako started screeching – surprising both herself and her family – instantly regretting as she coughed, "Suzuna—" she coughed out louder, "You should stop your habit of eavesdropping!"

Suzuna rolled her eyes, conversely, didn't give a damn shit as she rolled her eyes ignoring her sick mother, "Just go and have your medicine!" Suzuna yelled before stomping back to her room without further notice.

Dinner went by silently, but comfortably. Except for Suzuna, who didn't come out of her room for the rest of the night, ignoring her family.

The other two members weren't flabbergasted at her behavior. Suzuna always behaved this way towards them; sighing in infuriation she began making efforts in taking care of her mother, "Mom…? You should just take care of yourself a little more!" she said somberly giving off a stern look before helping her mother to her room. As soon as she settled her on her bed making her lie down carefully not hurting her. Misaki clung onto her unhealthy mother, smiling a sweet and comforting smile, "You should just take care of yourself and don't worry about the money…" she opened the old rusty drawer – that is out of any form – she breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the (remaining) medicine.

She needed the money for her mother's medicine. Her family – but she is all stuck with what to do?

She turned to smile at her weak mother. The tapered rays of light distributed by the old-fashioned lamp beside the bed; staring at her pale face she stuck out the syrup dripping it on the spoon, continuing to speak further, "…I'll get it!" Some way or the other!

She saw her mother smile – hurt and grief emitting from her face. Minako half-opened her eyes shifting her gaze to look at her daughter worrying about her, "Misaki…" she called out in solemn tone causing Misaki to turn back to her, "Yes, here take your medicine—" she was politely brought to a halt by Minako, who was staring intently at her, "Misaki…? Am I causing you trouble…?"

Misaki licked her pink lips before nibbling them; shaking her head as a response to her sudden question.

Minako heaved a distressing sigh as she reallocated her head suddenly finding the cracked ceiling interesting. She opened her mouth slightly indicating Misaki to let her swallow the acidic tart. After finishing her job she stood to kiss her good night on the forehead.

"Good night…" Misaki smiled contentedly at her mother before closing the door.

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"Okay, that's it!" the young bachelor declared exasperatingly at the naked female annoyed at his statement.

He huffed loudly ignoring the girl's angry groan; he hastily hopped off the bed after tossing the bleats of the blanket covering his bare legs. He scrunched his folded jeans in minutes covering his unclothed legs. He hastily drifted back into the sleeveless shirt, "Where do you think you're going at this hour of the night?" he heard the girl speak up.

"Why are you asking this weird question? It isn't like I have come here with you during the day?" Usui answered back defending himself before turning on his heels heading for the door. He was already bored and stylishly irritated. His daily life passed by weird interviews, media, sex, drugs, woman, that's it! He was bored and was already feeling suffocated.

He jingled with his keys fishing them out from his pockets determined to get back home as soon as early. But was brought to a sudden halt as he heard someone whimpering slowly; he kept the keys back into his pockets. Turning around gradually, he thrust his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans, heading towards the direction leading to the slight sobs.

"Hello…?" he yelled out loudly breaking the depressing silence between him and the 'sobbing female' he could understand it was female because it was small and silent.

He narrowed his eyes, biologically, expanding his irises to magnify the scene through such dark, murky backyard. He stopped as he saw a female in her late teens curled recklessly into a black ball, hugging her knees. She cried silently trying not to wake anyone up at the middle of the night. Usui raised his eyebrow thinking whether he should go and try to talk with the teenager or should he just turn back, dig inside his car and back into his rich mansion, as he thought she might just be one of his fanatic fans.

But his conscience had other plans…

He walked towards the girl trying very careful in not being a jerk as he is. He saw an empty bench beside the place where the girl was kneeing over. He sighed before sitting on the park bench being considerate and accepting that she was probably too desperate so she didn't realize that someone had just entered the floor.

"What is the matter…?" he inquired her tenderly, trying to take a clear look at her face.

The teenage female lifted up her head – still not looking at her unwanted companion's face. She puckered her brows and spoke gravely, "Go away!" she hissed.

Usui shrugged, leaning against the wall of the bench – although, he was surprised she hasn't responded to him being one of his great amazing fans – which was amazingly rare. He raised his head letting the cold, chilly tapering bright rays from the moon. He closed his eyes relaxing himself somehow feeling relief being with her, "I just wanted to be nice with you, is that wrong?" he turned to look at her.

And for the first time in life he felt as though he was talking to a fairy. Her black velvety hair lying upon her resting shoulders; her glossy lips reflecting the beautiful light from the moon; apart from the red and puffy effect from her crying, he was amazed by the color of his eyes. "What are you staring at?" she barked at him, "Never seen a girl crying?"

He didn't know whether he should be smiling finding a – unique – girl or smiling at her sweet innocent but startling voice.

"I guess no…"

"I think I wouldn't want to do that…!" she shrieked before standing on her foot, "You mind your own business…" with that she soon disappeared into the darkness.

Author's Note: So what do you think? Please let me know!