Hey, I guess this part is supposed to be about my first Maid sama ff and all that junk, well forget all that, Ima start now.

(I'll might carry this story on if you r&r ;) )

Disclaimer: I donot own Maid Sama (If I did I think Irugashi would have been murdered already -(^.^)b


The party was too brisk and energetic.

Why did I come here?

Ooh yeah, something about someone's birthday?

Ugh, I don't have to remember so I wont remember.

She sat alone in the corner hoping no one would notice her until this was all over but the white wallpaper and short black dress she was wearing had other ideas. A tidy yet ill humoured man tilted the drink away from her mouth, "I'm Irugashi"

She was way too bleary to answer and honestly couldn't care less. Each second of him burning his gaze into her eyes felt like hours. Irugashi stretched his hand out expecting her to receive it with pleasure.

But she didn't. She didn't like his ill natured personality.

In fact she didn't like him at all.

"Let's take this someplace else." He gripped her arm and escorted her to a room.

"Ladies first."

She hated his crusty remarks. Misaki was too drunk to realize what the hell was happening. He pulled the door open and shut it behind them both. The room was silent. It was empty. There were no windows but a large four posted bed placed in the middle with a few wardrobes scattered around the edges. He tightened his grip around he waist and pinned her against the wall. She managed to mumble out some words.

"G-g-et o-ff m-"

Irugashi leant forward and brushed his finger over her lips. Misaki could feel his warm breath.

"The more obedient you are, the sooner it's over" His secure tone of voice made her shudder.

This wasn't good.

She didn't have the strength left.

She couldn't even manage to speak.

Anything could happen to her behind closed doors.

"S-t-top-" the word slid out so quietly even she couldn't hear it.-

A pair of wardrobe doors flew open two virility eyes gleamed from the darkness.

"Tora, that's no way to treat a Woman" He took a stride out of the wardrobe. His golden hair hung over his eyes. Tora let his grip go, making Misaki slump against the wall. He twisted around and balled his hand into a fist.

"USUI - WHAT DID I TELL YOU"

Tora swung his wrist but his fist landed in Usui's palm.

"You told me to stay quiet, so I did." Usui smirked to himself then mumbled under his breath.

"You're not having her."

Tora threw Usui at the wall, he tripped and landed on Misaki. She was caged between his arms. She seemed lifeless.

Unconscious.

He got up to blame Irugashi for his carelessness but he wasn't there. It seemed his curmudgeonly temper had been cut short.

He's such a child. Usui grinned as he thought to himself.


Sorry for such a short chapter but i was getting tired, if i do the next chapter it'll be extra long ;) promise

Please tell me what you thought (R&R). If i feel enough encouragement i'll do chapter 2 ;) PLLEASEE REVIEWW