Swear it Again

by ministop1992


Disclaimer: Kaichou wa Maid Sama belongs to Fujiwara Hiro

Author's Notes: HI! :) Finally, a multi-chaptered story for this fandom. I apologize for taking so long because I really wanted to finish my Cardcaptor Sakura story first before I start another one. However, I realized that story is quite complicated, plus I have more ideas for this one. hahaha. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this one. Please give me a warm welcome and review please? :)


Chapter One:

Ice Cream


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Approximately, the average adult human brain is composed of one hundred billion neurons. Each neurons play different functions, but together they are linked to form pathways in order for us to sense, to interpret, to act and even to block various kinds of impulses.

Normally speaking, it seemed that the brain and life are almost the same. Both are mysterious, unpredictable and full of connections. From the moment a person opens his eyes, he needs to interact in order to live. Whether he likes it or not, whether it is good or bad, people would exist in your life to lead you where you are supposed to be.

However, in my case, these so called connections are quite complicated. Even before I was born the strings around me were tangled - not only once, but to many times that I honestly don't know where it all began. And until now, I am trying my best to loosen it one by one, even though at times, the method I have to use will be against my will.

Ding-dong-ding-dong!

I snapped out of my reverie as the school clock rang. Finally, classes were over. I remained seated for a while, not wanting to join the wrestling students around the halls. There was no rush anyway, after all I finished the readings for this week during the weekend.

"Hey, Usui." My seatmate called out cheerfully. "Want to hang out?"

"No." I answered plainly as I lazily rose from my seat. I grabbed my bag and started to walk out of the room. I sighed inwardly, wondering when will my classmates get tired of asking me out. Since the start of the year, I made it clear to them that I am not the usual type of guy. Sure, I participate in different activities from time to time, but to honestly, I prefer to be alone. It's easier that way, after all.

No strings attached. No complicated connections. No drama.

After a few minutes of walking, I managed to get out of the chaos peacefully. Looking at my watch, I saw that I still have two hours to kill before going into my so-called sanctuary. I grabbed my bike at the back of the building, deciding to look around the city before buying my highlighters for my usual date night with my books. I need to breathe for a while.

Turning to the left, I immediately saw a black haired lady running opposite to my direction.

"Excuse me!" she exclaimed, not even bothering to slow down.

I looked straight ahead, wondering where she prefers to pass by. I hurriedly turn my bike to the left to give way. 'Whew. Missed her.'

"Aahhh!" the same female voice continued to shriek. "STOP!"

Pulling the breaks, I halted and turned to the voice. "What?" I mumbled, surprised to find the same woman on the ground. Without any other word, I got off my bike. "Hey. Are you-"

To my surprise, she looked up. Glaring. "Are you blind?!" She said furiously. "Didn't you hear me say 'excuse me?!"

"I did. I-" I tried to explained, but to no avail. By the look on her face, there was no way for her to calm down.

"You nearly killed me." She continued. Then unexpectedly her firey golden eyes turned to her right hand. "Thank Kami-sama I still have my ice cream."

I felt my lips curve into a small smile. I'm not sure how, but I found her sudden mood shifts amusing. Offering my hand, I leaned further to her level. "Let me help you."

Glaring at me once more, she stood up on her own. To be honest, that gesture was a surprise for me. Normally, girls around me would like being in damsel in distress. However, this woman was independent for her own good. "Next time, look at where you are going."

I grinned. "Next time, don't wear sling bags when you are rushing to the street." I said, helping her remove her small bag off my bike.

She was about to retort once again when she slightly leaned on me and her ice cream spilled on my black shirt. "Crap."

Looking at my shirt, the white thick liquid easily spilled all over it. If I was in school, I would just shrug off the incident and walk away before the girl at fault could say sorry multiple of times while trying to brush it off with her handkerchief. However, this time, I chuckled. "Unbelievable."

"See? Even my ice cream hates you." The lady said.

I smiled at her once again. "Actually, I think she likes me because she was attracted to my shirt."

"Really. You, sir, are impossible." She said in a low annoyed tone then stormed out.

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"Oh, Misaki." A short black haired woman in her mid-thirties called out. "You're here."

Ayuzawa Misaki turned to her boss and managed to smile. " I'm sorry manager. I tried to go here as fast as I could, but I caught a bad moment."

Hyoudou Satsuki threw a worried look. She was just from the kitchen awhile ago when she heard the banging of lockers from the dressing room. It had been long since she heard that noise since she knew very well that it's only Misaki who is capable of letting out her frustrations that way. "Did something happen?"

Misaki shook her head. "It's okay, managger." She said, reassuringly. "I just met a guy along the road and we kinda made a small scene.

To Misaki's surprise, the aura surrounding Satsuki lit up. "Is he hot?"

"Eh?"

Satsuki laughed at her. It's been years since she last saw the spectrum of Misaki's reactions anyway. "Don't you know that sometimes, the person whom you bump with is your destiny?"

"I don't believe in destiny." Misaki said in a determined voice. "And you know very well why it is impossible for me."

Softening her look, Satsuki decided to accept her defeat. "Right."

"Anyway, it's time for me to work now." Misaki said, tying the her white apron into a ribbon behind her back. "Don't worry manager. I'll be okay." She assured her one last time before stepping out on the floor. For the past seven years, the café had been her arena. Sure, she hated it at first because she didn't know how to act. However, due to unfortunate circumstances, Maid Latte became a blessing to her. This two floored café allowed her to be herself without hesitation or fear.

Walking around the area, she smiled at the other maids and saw their constant customers. 'The three idiots.' She called out inwardly as she waved at them.

Cling! Cling!

"I got it." Misaki announced. Finally, her shift officially started. She gracefully walked towards the door, stopped two feet from the customer and bowed down. "Welcome home, Master." Then she rose, finally meeting her customer.

Wait. Where I have seen those emerald eyes before?

"It's you." The male said.

'Oh, shit.'