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Disclaimer: I don't own Kaichou Wa Maid-sama! Fujiwara Hiro owns it. I swear I love that woman...
On with the fic!
One: The Beginning
He never really liked parties like this.
They were never his forte. They were always too much for him, filled with too many emotions he didn't bother to comprehend. Desperation, greed, lust, envy, longing.
Oh, the longing.
Originally, he'd planned to stay in his lonely, expensive condominium, with that black cat that never really liked him, or wanted to acknowledge him as his owner. But, instead, he was here, stuck in the endless array of fancy clothing, overly-polite conversations, and drunken idiots.
He wasn't what you would call "enthusiastic", much less expecting.
He tried reasoning with himself, that maybe, maybe, it could be worse. The food was good, and the wine tasted expensive.
Okay, it wasn't that bad.
Nonetheless, he still wanted to be out of here, and out of here quickly. He seemed to forget the fact that this party was held (by that jerk, the former student council president of Miyabigaoka, Igarashi Tora) only to celebrate his return from England. He never really liked Igarashi, and frankly never asked him to throw a party for him. It was like some kind of bad joke.
He brought the rim of the glass to his lips, red, mind-numbing liquid passing his teeth and gliding down his throat swiftly. Jade green eyes darted around the far-too-expensive-and-sparkly-for-comfort party hall quickly, like a hawk searching for prey, behind thin-rimmed, clear spectacles. The atmosphere was over-flowing with uncomfortable distastefulness, like an acrid aftertaste lingering on his tongue, and it wouldn't go away. Swirling, floating, swimming, contaminating the air, the thick smell of perfume, cologne, alcohol, and hatred mixed together (similar to a concoction spurred up by a demonic witch, he mused) almost made him nauseous.
He wanted to leave, oh so badly.
His lovely half-brother Gerard was present at the party as well, and he didn't seem the least bit uninterested, or even bored. He had insisted on coming back with Takumi to Japan, to "ensure his safety on the long flight back". Takumi scoffed. A pathetic lie; he had seen through it like glass. He knew Gerard was just here to have fun on a "vacation".
Speaking of the devil…
"Having fun?" The raven-haired man appeared next to Takumi, usually perfectly-gelled hair tousled in the slightest, bottle of wine in hand, and a tipsy-looking woman clinging to his forearm. However, his smug smirk never left his lips, curled upwards in mischievousness. Golden eyes danced in amusement.
Takumi hadn't even sensed him approach.
He didn't grace the almost-drunken man with a response. Instead, he cocked his head away, eyes staring at a spot on the ceiling that looked so fascinating, absent-mindedly sipping his wine in small gulps.
Gerard merely snickered at his stoic half-brother's actions. "You're always such a loser. Have some fun!" Without permission or even any purpose, the sneaky man poured some of his bottle's wine into Takumi's unwilling glass, filling it to the brim. An instant flash of irritation sparkled into Takumi's emeralds as Gerard sauntered away, gagging down a large swig of his drink, the lady clutching him staggering behind him, cackles disappearing into the head-splittingly loud music. Takumi looked down at his over-flowing glass, vein throbbing at the red liquor spilled on the floor. Placing the glass on the table he was leaning on, he ran a hand through his slicked-back blonde hair, gently tugging it forward so the light locks curtained his eyes and chewed at the sides of his face.
He sighed.
Four years in England…for this?
If he'd known that he'd have such a ludicrous party thrown for him when he'd returned, maybe he never would have come back, saving everyone else the time, money, and effort, saving him from the possible risk of high blood pressure.
But, there had been something that drew him back, back to Japan, where he'd grown up, where so much had happened. He'd known of it in the first few months of his stay in England, but now, he just couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe it was wanting, regret, missing, pain, or something of the like. He didn't know, and apparently, he didn't care. He was back, wasn't he? It wasn't worth the trouble to try and figure it out now, he'd decided.
Four years had changed him, he elated. He'd grown taller, just a couple more inches, and his blonde tresses grew just the tiniest bit, and they were "fluffier", he chuckled.
He changed on the inside, as well; but, that wasn't really something he was fond of. He'd noticed that he sighed a lot more often. He'd noticed his usually bright emerald orbs held more of a bored, emotionless expression, and held a dark tint of sadness. Blonde eyebrows were always knitted now, and his lips always pressed into a thin line. He rarely smiled now. He remembered he had smiled a lot more often, when he was in high school.
A fresh, unwanted wave of nostalgia washed over him.
He…barely recognized himself in the mirror anymore.
He had thought, once, that his face could have been one he had seen in a hazy, distant dream, or on someone he had walked passed on the street one day. But not his own. No, no, no, this wasn't his face. He wasn't the person he had been once, and he certainly wasn't the person he wanted to be.
A small voice broke him out of his reverie of thoughts.
"S-sir, I-I'll clean t-this up."
Takumi looked down, to find a small, young-looking woman dressed as a maid standing quite uncomfortably next to him. She was short; he had to crane his neck completely downwards to look at her. She was nervous, avoiding eye contact with him, dainty little hands fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. For a split second, Takumi wondered what she was here to clean up. Then, he looked down at the wine spilled by Gerard on the (once) flawless marble floor. Stifling another sigh, Takumi nodded slightly, and stepped away to let the nervous maid do her work.
Maid, huh…
He swiftly maneuvered through the bustling crowd, evading non-sober women who wanted to "dance" with him. He escaped to the back of the hall, similar to a thief in the night, where it was dark, and leaned himself against one of the columns (He briefly wondered why there was such a need to decorate these things with such delicateness, preciseness, and beauty.), in annoyance, in irritation, and in the wish for a quiet atmosphere, not idiotic music pounding and straining his ears, inviting the ghostly feeling of a headache into his skull.
She used to be a maid…
He crossed his arms over his chest (The overly-expensive white suit he was wearing made it so much harder to move; damn Gerard.), and stared into the darkness, and thought, thought, thought.
He'd been reminded of her, again.
He almost laughed at the memories flooding his brain, memories of who he used to be, memories that invaded his dreams at night, memories that haunted him like a bad melody he was so keen on composing.
He missed her…so much.
Ayuzawa Misaki, she had been an interesting woman, one who hated men, one he loved to tease, the one he fell in love with. And the one who fell in love with him.
They'd gone to high school together. She was the ever-so scary Demon President, one who unfairly favored girls over guys, and who made all the guys in the school bow down to her. She had been that scary.
But, that had been what he loved about her. She'd been so cute when she was blushing, and he loved to bother her, to taunt her, only to see her reactions. He also loved watching her when she was angry, like a good TV show, in wonder of what she'd do next. And surprisingly, she'd been working in a maid café, to help her family's finance. He'd been the first one to figure out her secret, and he kept it to himself, out of respect and interest of her. He'd begun stalking her soon after.
And then, he'd fallen in love with her, and he'd fallen hard.
They'd become boyfriend and girlfriend, the couple everyone in the school had talked about. They'd kissed countless times, and he loved seeing her blushing face. She'd looked even more adorable when she was blushing.
And she'd fallen in love with him as well, despite her hatred of men.
And then, he'd gone to England.
He'd told her beforehand, and she'd told him to not come back unless he finished what he went there to do. He'd complied, and he went, so many miles away from her. His heart ached, but he'd still kept in touch with her, by texting and calling.
In the first few months he'd been in England, they talked nonstop, every hour of everyday, despite the large time difference. It'd been great.
But then, they started talking less and less. One call, some texts along with it, and that was it for the day. After it'd been one year, they talked on the phone only once a day, and that was it. A few months later, it'd gone down to only texting, one or two at that. When the second year came, no contact had been made, at all. They didn't talk to each other at all. They'd grown farther and farther apart. They'd lost each other. And that was it.
The thought made him chuckle blackly, humorlessly, hollowly. Jade eyes darkened in anger, in regret, in sadness, in hurt, in longing.
Oh, the longing.
He'd lost the one most important to him. It'd hit him one day, like a punch to the gut, one that smacked all the air out of his body.
His stomach lurched painfully at the thought.
He wondered if she'd changed as much as he had in the years. Four years…Four years had been too long, too much. Because he missed her so much.
Because he was still so utterly in love with her.
He didn't want her to change.
It seemed rude, but he was too engrossed in his thoughts to pay any ounce of attention to the speech Igarashi was giving, celebrating him on his return. Followed by his speech were loud cheers, shouts that made him cover his ears. He never liked loud noises.
Then, the thought occurred to him. Igarashi called him to the small stage at the front of the hall, for a "proper welcome". Great.
Takumi never liked to be the center of attention.
Plus, he would have to walk all the way over to the front, when he was so comfortably standing in the back, in the dark, unbothered.
Another sigh passed his lips.
Making his decision, he stepped out from the darkness, and instantly more claps and shouts echoed in the large room. Takumi began making his way to the front (The guests even made a pathway for him.), ignoring the catcalls from drunken women.
He stepped onto the stage and his eyes gazed out at the rather large crowd. He wondered just who the hell Igarashi invited. Most of the guests were rich businessmen/women, or just rich people. Another large amount of them were former students from Seika High, the classmates he'd had when he'd gone there. Flashes of memories invaded his mind, and for a second, he tuned out on whatever Gerard was lecturing on about, brain going blank, and scanned the crowd, for a certain ebony-haired woman.
He wondered if he was still indeed in love with Ayuzawa Misaki.
He wondered if he wanted to see her, after so many long years.
Part of him did.
Part of him, dare he say, was scared.
His searching was probably in vain, he deciphered. Each head of black hair his eyes stopped on wasn't her. He almost got tired of searching. He didn't even know if she was at the party. Would she even want to see him?
He doubted it.
Something fell in his chest, a distasteful, sickening feeling lingering in his throat. He felt like retching.
Then, he felt some relief when Igarashi and Gerard stepped off the stage; he followed suit delightfully.
Idly, he wandered about the crowd, looking for amber eyes and black hair. He was losing faith. He was almost certain she wasn't there. Why would she be there?
"You fucking idiot!"
He froze.
His body was as motionless as a statue at the sound of the feminine voice shouting not-so-feminine words. That could've only been one person…
He turned around at the speed of a turtle. Maybe his eyes would've popped out of their sockets if he widened then any more, and his lips were parted in shock.
"Ayuzawa…?"
Before he knew it, a sly, devious, frightening little smile slithered on his lips.
He loved games.
So, that concludes chapter one. I swear, I'm SO nervous about this, since this is my first UsuixMisaki fic. I'm not sure how I did...I hope there's no OOCness, since I decided to write Usui's serious side in this chapter...
This was kind of boring, but all the drama and good stuff happens in the next chapter, so stick around!
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