Hey guys! I got your complaints.
Yes there is kind of no point in rebooting a story if you're not going to rewrite the chapters but I need to know what's wrong from YOU, the reader. I can't do anything with the chapter without YOUR ideas!
I made this from the only idea I received, which was from perverted-outer-space-alien. Thanks for that!
I don't own Maid Sama.
Anyway, enough babling from me and on with Chapter 2 Redo (part 1)!
I sighed as I unlocked my front door. The only clients I'd been getting recently were either a bunch of teenage girls wanting me to sue their best friend because they creased the fancy top they borrow (or some other bizarre thing) or people want to sue the girl/boyfriend because they didn't get them a gift for their 47th week anniversary. I'm an attorney not relationship councillor!
As I opened the door, I heared some noises coming from the living room. I ended up making my way there to investigate.
"Ahh, Misa-chan's home!" I heard a childish voice sing.
"Usui?" I asked recognising the voice. "What are you doing here?"
"Well I just came back this morning and decided to check on you," he replied as he stepped out of the kitchen. "But I cou-"
Before he could finish what he was saying, I had flung my arms around him and kissed him. He'd finally come back! I was so happy I didn't notice one strange thing...
"OWW!" he suddenly yelped.
"That is for is for breaking into my house."
"Oh, so you noti- OWW!"
"And that," I said kicking him again. "Is for leaving me alone for four years, without the bloodiest clue as to you whereabouts, other than the facts that you were back in England sorting out family issues and that you promised to return via a newspaper advert."
"Okay that was a bit heartless bu- OWW!"
"And that, is for being a perverted outer space alien jerk since high school."
"Anything else you want to add?" he asked, putting all of his weight on his good leg."
"And that," I said kicking between his legs,"Is something I've always wanted to do to you."
He toppled over like an unstable flagpole being knocked over in a storm, complete with sound effects (courtesy of pain's influence on the body).
When he eventually recovered, I decided to bombard Takumi with millions of questions concerning his stay in England.
"So what exactly happened, making you stay four years?" I asked, handing him and ice-pack and placing a cup of tea in front of him.
"In a nutshell, Gerald didn't want to die, Grandpa couldn't hold on and some chick that should have been in the loony bin wanted to marry me," he replied, placing the ice-pack on his lap.
"What?"
"Let me elaborate; Initially, I had to stay in case Gerald died, since I was the only other heir. The only problem was that he kept on nearly dying and even managed to somehow get rabies, even though there isn't any rabies in Britain," he replied, shifting uncomfortably. "Everyone gave waiting for him to die after the first two years, but by then, my grandfather had decided that he was allowed to die any time from then. In his remaining year, he tried to hook me up with the daughter of a rival company's owner. I eventually managed to resolve that, proving that I had little interest in the company or in his daughter, since Grandfather made it look like I was madly in love with her. That was how he found out about our engagement, since I used it as defence.
"That explains the weird phone call I got two years ago asking if I was engaged to you," I said, recalling the event.
"Yeah. Anyway, the old man said that if I do one thing for him, before he died, I would get his will and be left in peace."
"Which was...?"
"A secret."
"So what was that tension buildup for?"
"I dunno. Trolling, maybe."
"Thanks a lot for that, then."
Yes, I know it's short but be patient with time itself...
