Okay, this is my very first story and I'm really nervous, so please give me you're honest opinions.

I don't own Kaicho wa Maid-sama,

I only own my very Mary Sue-y OC, Yuu Bokyaku

Enjoy~ -/_\-

I stood, not far behind Misaki as she yelled at the three boys in front of us, pulverizing their stereotypical, male egos with each loud word.

"How many times do I have to tell you guys?" she started," Shirakawa, you can't dye your hair and no piercings."

The seemingly blonde boy did have four piercings… but that's what made him look so cool!

"Sarashina, your shirt needs to be buttoned to at least the second button… and put a belt on."

The blue haired boy's shirt was opened and showing off quite a bit of his lean chest*Drool*… oh, and his pants drooped.

"Kurosaki, don't step on the back of you shoes."

The last boy, with the little pony-tail, held an 'I'm-so-not-in-the-mood-for-this' scowl.

"This is how you should look." she continued on as she pulled out Kenta Kiyomasa. One word could describe this guy, well that's not true, I could think of more, but seriously, that word is… BOR-RING. His neat, 'ivy-league' haircut; his stiff posture; his crisp, clean uniform; his large, opaque glasses…yeah. It was almost sad to watch the uptight nerd's ego boost.

Misaki then went on to closing the gate with the boy trio outside,

"Come back when you don't look like bums."

She walked away, leaving those three, unfortunate boys standing there.

"Did she seriously just close the gate?" Shirakawa asked in a I-can't-believe-that-just-happened tone.

Truth be told, I felt sorry for them. Sticking behind until Misaki was out of site, I opened the gate enough for them to come in one at a time. They just stood there, staring at me like I was going to eat them…well, I would, in terms, but~

"Well, what are you waiting for, your mommies? Get your asses in here before Misaki comes back!" I whisper/yelled at them.

"Bokyaku-san, why… why are you-"Sarashina mustered, looking at me with new found light.

"This never happened. If anyone asks, you scaled the wall." I cut him off and jogged to catch up with Misaki.

This is what I do a lot: I come after Misaki to fix up the problems. Misaki, sadly, isn't the best of politicians. She should be listening to everyone, guys as well as girls. I swear this behavior is going to come back to bite her on the ass someday.

- TIME~SKIP-

I stood by the door of the student council room, waiting on Misaski. She asked Yukimaru, the student council vice president, about some guide book, I don't know, I was playing a video game.

*(THUD)*

The sound of Misaki smashing the side of her fist on the desk nearly made me jump out of my skin.

"Geez, Saki-chan... you're going to get charged for violating school property if you're not careful!" I weakly joked, trying to restart my heart beat.

Her jaw clenched while deadly, man-hating aura oozed off of her in tsunami sized waves. It was easy to tell that she was mentally ranting about how gross Seika High School is. Of course it's gross: it's cheap. *Sigh* My heart rate still hasn't returned to normal, yet.

I need to find a new after school, hidey hole; hanging here will turn my red hair white before I graduate. Hmm... maybe the roof-

"Yuu-chan," Misaki brought me back from the clouds, "We'll patrol the hallways and then call it a day."

...Wha~?... Oh. patrol... yay. I wonder if that boy trio, from this morning, were smart enough to leave...or if Usui-san rejected another girl; no, really, I stopped counting at seven.

-Mini-Time-Skip-

Down one hallway, take a left, down another hallway, up some stairs... Down ANOTHER hallway-

"Come on, I'm asking for your help." A voice smoothly persuaded. That voice sounds kind of familiar...

"It's just cleaning duty. Can't you take over?" Oh, it's Shirakawa.

He and the other two were pushing a broom on to some girl. Misaki and I had stopped walking by now.

"B-But I have something to attend to.." The girl managed. Uh-Oh, my Misaki senses are tingling.

"Come on, just for today." Shirakawa, you are digging your own grave as we speak.

"Do your own chores." Misaki cut in, "Those who neglect their duties will, instead, be given bathroom cleaning duties for a week." Yikes.

"Prez!" The relief was obvious in her voice.

I leaned against the wall as Misaki walked forwards.

"Leave the rest to us." You mean you.

"Th-Thank you!" She ran off.

You again, Misaki Ayuzawa?" came Shirakawa's annoyed drawl.

"That's what I should be saying, Moron Trio."

Moron Trio? Oh, boy.

"Who are you calling a 'Moron Trio'?" Not me, obviously.

"Idiots like you aren't worthy of being called by their names!" Not now, Misaki, "And I told you earlier to fix your appearances! Take off those earrings!"

This isn't going to end well, I observed.*Sigh*

"Yeah, yeah, I'll take them off later." Dude! Are you suicidal!

"Stop fooling around! I mean now!" They had begun to walk away.

"Geez, shut up already. I said I'll take them off!"

He threw a punch. Misaki caught that punch... Oh, crap.

"Misaki-" I started to stop her...but-

"I said NOW!" She ripped them out of his ears with force... and I mustn't forget about that cry of pain.

"Are you nuts!" Sarashina cried with chibi tears.

"Are you trying to tear his ears off?" Kurosaki exclaimed with tears identical to Sarashina's.

"CONFISCATED!" Guess who said that.

The newly named 'Moron Trio' ran off with very un-manly, white-bodied fear. Wow... they were trying to pick a fight earlier...

"Hey, wait! You still have cleaning duty left!"

"Give it up, Saki-chan. You've scared them senseless-" I was cut off by the sounds of a girl crying. That can only mean one thing. Oh, for god's sake! Stupid Usui!

"Another problem?" And Misaki was off. God damn it, I want to go home!