Hey everyone! Miss me? :3 This will be a full on story, but I have no plans for how long the story will last.
I got this idea while reading a different fanfic, but I don't remember whose fic it was, and oddly enough, it had absolutely nothing to do with the fic I was reading.
WARNING: This fic is particularly angsty. Don't say I didn't warn ya! ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own KWMS, but if I did, I would definitely run a second season of the anime. -_-
"Get the fuck away from me, you creep!"
It was the following day, the day after Misaki had woken up from Kanou's hypnosis, his commands for Misaki being that she would hate Takumi Usui. Usui has continually made attempts to communicate with the raven haired girl, but to no avail.
"Ne, Usui-san, how do you plan on getting Misa-chan to stop hating you?" Yukimura chirped, sitting down next to him. Usui only sighed, leaning on his left elbow, staring off into space. The news of the stunt that Kanou pulled spread very quickly, and Kanou was consequentially suspended from the school for manipulating students. Usui had taken to hanging out in the student council room for the time being, knowing full well Misaki would be there later.
Yukimura worriedly looked upon his fellow classmate. Many of Usui's peers had actually noticed the change in the blonde's demeanor. His eyes duller and more lifeless than what they were before, his posture, slouching and sloppy, his grades, deteriorating, and it had only been a day since the incident. Many people have tried cheering the poor guy up or even helping him with communicating with the raven haired teen, but she would always deflect them with vulgar and hate-filled comments. Even Misaki's friends, Sakura and Shizuko, made attempts to talk to the Demon Prez about Usui, however that was a complete fiasco.
Usui's ruminating was interrupted by the final bell ringing. To others, that meant they could go home, to Usui, that meant Misaki would be on her way to the student council room. His eyes flicked over to the door as it was flung open by none other than Misaki Ayuzawa herself. Her honey eyes immediately locked on to Usui.
"What the hell is he doing in here?" She ground out, fiery look in her eyes.
"P-P-P-Prez! W-w-w-w-well U-Usui-san was j-j-just helping m-me—"
"I was assisting Yukimura with literature homework, Kaichou, is that a problem?" Usui said, with an all-too-serious face.
This only caused Misaki's temper to flare even more. "But why do you have to help him in here?!"
Usui only gave her a lazy look, his emerald eyes devoid of any life. "Because I like the peace and quiet of this room. Unfortunately, that was petulantly interrupted."
Yukimura's eyes shot over to the blonde in utter complete disbelief. "U-Usui-san, why are you—"
"Because I do not like being pushed around, it only surfaces bad memories." Usui mumbled, almost inaudible. The room went completely silent following that statement, neither one of the students not knowing what to say.
A part of Misaki felt slightly sympathetic for the blonde. She hated the blonde (for reasons she still had yet to figure out), but she didn't want to cause him any sort of psychological damage, especially now. Usui looked miserable, his once vibrant green eyes now looking dull and almost even grey, she couldn't bring herself to continue to berate the poor guy in his current state.
Usui had reached the conclusion that he would not be able to win back the heart of his beloved Misa-chan in one day. Not only that, but her recent treatment to him had, as he stated previously, resurfaced unpleasant memories from his childhood.
Usui quietly stood, his hair hiding his eyes, and walked out of the room, leaving the two, still in shock. The reserved and infamous Usui Takumi behaving in such a manor was unheard of. Misaki had to have really hit a nerve in order to get the normally quiet teen to disclose even anything about his past.
"I can't believe you, Prez. I know you hate guys and all, but that took it way too far. You've treated Usui-san like crap all day even though he hasn't done anything wrong to you!" Yukimura growled with a fierce look in his eyes. Misaki was clearly taken aback by the sudden change in the vice-president's demeanor. The usually timid boy then stood up and stormed out of the classroom, leaving Misaki by herself.
Usui laid on the couch in the main room of his condo, blankly staring at his ceiling.
'You've dealt with worse before, why are you like this now?'
He closed his eyes, remembering his childhood, remembering how poorly he was treated by his aunt.
-Flashback-
6 years ago.
"Tadaima, Oba-chan!" Usui slipped his shoes off and headed towards the kitchen, where his aunt normally was.
Surely enough, she was there slicing up some carrots for what appeared to be a dinner. She was average height for a woman in her mid-30s with long black hair and delicate emerald eyes.
"Oh… it's you." She whispered, her emerald orbs piercing through the young boy as he stood in front of her.
"What's the matter, Oba-chan?"
SMACK!
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT CALLING ME THAT?!" She snapped, her once soft green eyes were now ablaze with hate.
Usui's cheek now held a fresh red handprint. The young boy looked up at her, a terrified look plastered on his face. This had become regular for him, the routine of coming home and being abused and berated by his legal guardian.
His mother had passed away following his childbirth, and his father was nowhere to be found. This left the only relative in the Japan region to be his Aunt, Stacy Walker.
"All of this is your fault, you little brat!" She smacked the boy again, with more force this time. "If it weren't for you, Tracie would still be alive! If it weren't for you and your cursed existence, I'd be able to go back to England!" She continued to smack the blonde 11-year old until she collapsed on her knees sobbing hysterically.
Usui only stood and watched as his aunt bawled, oblivious to the stinging sensation in his cheek. He'd become numb to the abuse, numb to the pain. All that was left was anguish and misery.
The misery of being unloved.
-End Flashback-
Usui could feel the moistness in his eyes and the lump in his throat as he fought to hold the tears back. The only thing he could do was close his eyes and succumb to the darkness that was sleep.
Misaki awoke the next day, groggily smacking the alarm clock to turn it off. It turned out to be a longer night than expected, mounds of homework had to be done, and on top of it all, the manager at Maid Latte kept asking her where Usui was.
Why would she care where that delinquent is? All he is is just another perverted male that thinks he's better and is too good for any girl out there, right? Right?
She could practically hear her conscience screaming at her, telling her "absolutely not," but she continually ignored the little voice and carried on her day as planned. After quickly throwing on her uniform and eating what breakfast food she could dig up, she set out towards the school, ready to begin the day.
She gave a big sigh as she sat down at her desk, closing her eyes for a moment. It was then she realized, it was quiet. Too quiet. Her eyes shot open and she scanned the classroom, which was normally noisy and full of students. The classroom was full of students, however, it was anything but noisy. Everyone's eyes rested on the student council president, some had looks of fear, some glaring, others just blankly looking at her. Whispering, the students did the best they could to avoid the girl.
"What the hell has gotten into you guys?" She finally snapped, beginning to become frustrated.
"Isn't this what you always wanted, Ayuzawa? For everyone to be quiet and respectful, to leave you alone and let you do your work in peace?" With a gasp, everyone turned to see none other than Takumi Usui standing in the doorway.
"Shut the hell up, what do you know? You're just some nuisance of a pervert that doesn't know what it's like to have peace and quiet, since you're Mr. Popular with the girls," She chortled, eyes narrowing.
"Urusai."
"Wha—Who are you to tell me to shut—"
"I said SHUT THE HELL UP!" Usui barked, venom in his voice.
Misaki backed down, not used to seeing Usui so… angry.
"I don't know what kind of shit Kanou pulled… but damn it I don't like it… I don't like what he did to Misa-chan. This hatred towards me… I'm not used to it… It's causing me to be sad too… It's causing me to be mean to Misa-chan just so I can speak words to her… It's reminding me too much of my… my…" Usui trailed off, a pained look in his eyes, a look of sorrow and pain, a look of anguish and misery. The same anguish and misery he held as a child.
The misery of being unloved.
