GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM HIATUS?!
ME. THAT'S WHO.
I missed you guys so so so much, and I'm glad to be writing for this archive again! To everyone new to the Maid Sama community, I'm Mikan, please PM me about anything and I will be so happy to talk to you!
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THIS ENTIRE FIC IS DEDICATED TO MY ONE AND ONLY BAE BEE, AKA ARROWBEE! We both love the kdrama You're Beautiful, so therefore this is based on that drama.
(also pm me for the best kdramas. im like a drug dealer when it comes to recommendations)
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"A trip to America?!"
Her amber eyes widened, holding the ticket she was handed as if it were spun of gold.
"Well," the purple haired woman replied, "I wouldn't say a trip," she murmured.
Misaki glanced up at Satsuki, a confused look written on her face. "What's that supposed to mean?" she questioned.
"...I thought you already knew this, but I was planning on you staying there for good," she explained. "There's a really nice shrine I'm sending you to—you always told me about how much you wanted to go here."
She tucked a strand of raven hair behind her ear. She did remember bringing multiple brochures to the woman on different occasions and gushing about the gorgeous sights and shrines they had. "I only wanted to visit there for a week to pray and sightsee," she informed with a sigh, "and besides, life in America seems so…unsuitable for a person like me. For starters, I can't even speak a lick of English," she laughed dryly at the end, carefully eyeing Satsuki to see her reaction.
She clicked her tongue. "You mustn't worry about the language barrier. I have a couple friends at the shrine who speak fluent Japanese and would be more than happy to help," she reassured. However, Misaki still seemed rather hesitant.
"Mother Satsuki," she started, "I appreciate it a lot, I really do. I just feel like it's a drastic change, and besides, I've been rather happy as a nun here for the past few months."
A smile spread on Satsuki's face. "I'm glad you feel that way, because I've loved having you here as well," she said, standing up from the bench they sat at inside a nice church. "If you haven't said your prayers, please do—and have a decision made by Friday. The ticket will be useless after then."
Misaki nodded obediently. "I will," she replied, "pray and make a decision, I mean."
She nodded and walked down the aisle before entering a door, leaving the indecisive young woman to think.
The first thing she did was bury her head in her hands and let out a loud groan of frustration. "Stupid, stupid, stupid—" she berated herself, "how could I make Satsuki buy me this expensive ticket and then just not go?!"
Growing up with little money, Misaki Ayuzawa learned to appreciate the little things in life. She never travelled—actually, she's never even been on a plane in the entire nineteen years of her life. It wasn't until her arrogant cousin finally decided to do something with his life, and become a singer, that she was able to live a life with stable income.
She and her cousin were always close. After her parents divorced and her mother took her younger sister, Misaki's father died, and the only one to take her in was her aunt. Of course, her aunt already had a child of her own as well, but still took her in. It was inevitable that the two children bonded.
Even though Minako Ayuzawa was technically Misaki's aunt, she was the only motherly figure she'd had in her life that was memorable, and so called the woman her mother. She was deserving of the title, after all. Besides, everyone complimented Misaki on how much she resembled Minako. Actually, their entire mini-family apparently looked alike. People often mistakened the two cousins for twins, despite their different genders.
Misaki shook her head. "I need some fresh air," she grumbled, deciding to step outside and gather her thoughts together.
She grabbed her light purse and opened the large wooden doors, and immediately cracked a smile as she felt the cool air hit her face. This was definitely the perfect environment to make a good decision in.
She strolled down the dirt path a bit, seeing a small beach in the distance. Glad that she decided to bring her belongings, she decided to make a stop at the water to relax. It was rare that she found time out of her day to do such a thing, as she was usually kept busy at the church.
She paused along the path to observe a large bush. There were berries growing on it, and she inspected a few of the black fruit before popping one into her mouth. The fresh blackberry burst in her mouth as she let out a hum of delight.
A red van rolled up along the path, something Misaki was oblivious to, as she was too concerned with the berries to notice. She did look up, however, when the car came to an abrupt stop and let out a screeching noise.
Wincing slightly until the noise stopped, she stood up and turned to face the offending vehicle. Why did it stop here? she wondered. Hoping it would leave soon, she went to go head off to the beach, until the driver stepped out of the van.
"Hey," they called. Confused, Misaki looked both ways, finding that there was nobody else here they could be talking to but her. Hesitantly, she faced the voice. She knew she could probably beat them up if they tried anything, however she swore to Satsuki that she wouldn't use violence unless absolutely necessary.
Once she was able to see the driver properly, she raised an eyebrow. She fixed her eyes on the well-dressed male, curious as to what kind of business a man like him would have here. He had dark blue hair and seemed only a couple inches or with taller than herself.
She cleared her throat. "You're talking to me?"
The man scoffed. "No, I'm talking to the girl behind you," he bit back sarcastically. Seeing that Misaki actually twisted her neck to check if there was someone behind her, his eye twitched. "I'm talking to you, idiot."
She snapped her attention back on him and narrowed her eyes. "What a nice first impression you're setting for yourself," she remarked. "Do you have something to say to me?"
Deciding to drop the idea of arguing further, as that would get them nowhere, he asked nonchalantly, "Do you know if there's a church anywhere near here?"
Misaki nodded almost instantly. "There is…" she replied, questioning if telling him was the right thing to do. Something was a bit fish about this person, she had to admit. He had an off feeling to him. "Um, not to be nosy, but what kind of business do you have at a church?"
"What's it to you?"
She half-heartedly shrugged a shoulder. "I mean, I kind of live there, so I was just curious…" she caught herself quickly and immediately regretted saying anything more. She just told this suspicious stranger where she lived! What if he stalked her and waited outside to kidnap her? No, if kidnapping was on his agenda, then he would've made a move by now, she reasoned with herself.
"You live there?" he inquired, now seeming a bit more interested in the conversation than before. Yep, definitely a murderer. Haha. Well, I guess this is where I die. "Then...do you by any chance know someone there by the name of Misaki Ayuzawa?"
She froze, feeling herself tense up. What did he want with her? Assumptions and ideas raced through her head, and realizing how potentially dangerous this entire situation could be, she thought about how to get out of this. She could run, however breaking out into a sudden sprint wasn't very discreet nor safe at all, considering he did have a car that could drive much faster than her top running speed...Or, she could just lie. That was pretty simple, and it wasn't like he could confirm her identity anyway.
"No," she answered, a little too smoothly, "doesn't ring a bell."
The man frowned and rubbed the nape of his neck. "I was sure this place was it…" he groaned, before turning to Misaki. "Sorry to bother you, then. I've been looking for that girl for about…" he pulled out his phone and switched it on, which she assumed was him checking the date, "a week now. I've been needing to talk to her about her cousin…"
Misaki paused once more upon hearing about her cousin. God, she hadn't heard news on him since he left for Korea a good two years ago—aside from the occasional mail he'd send that contained money. She was convinced those letters weren't even from him, though, and one of his assistants had been sending them in his place.
She was awful worried about him, though. Considering the fact that he was a singer, she thought he'd be on TV often, or maybe in a few magazines. Obviously though, she was proven wrong, as she found herself wondering at times if he'd even pursued being a singer after leaving for Korea. But if he hadn't, where would the money be coming from?
Just as the mystery man was about to enter his car, Misaki stopped him.
"What is this talk about my cousin?" she asked.
"Your cousin?" he cocked his head to the side. "But you just said you didn't know...oh," he hummed in realization before closing the car door once again. "I came off a little too strong, didn't I?" he laughed. Misaki just nodded, not sure if he actually wanted her to agree with that statement or not.
"A little…"
He was silent for a few moments, and they both awkwardly stared at each other, watching the mild breeze mess with the other's previously tamed locks.
He pulled down his sleeves, obviously feeling the chill of the wind, before clearing his throat. "Do you want to talk about this by the beach?"
She smiled, a little more comfortable with this stranger than before. "I was just on my way there. That'd be splendid."
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BTW! Any of you who have kept up with Secluded Lovers or my other fics, I'm not giving up on them! They will all be finished sometime ideally in the next...fifty years. (no i swear i won't make you wait that long)
NEXT CHAPTER COMING OUT REAL SOON.
