The following contains: a dangerously sexy alien (side-effects may result in nosebleeds), violence, a made-up representation of gangs, inappropriate language, embarrassing and awkward situations, feats of inhuman/unrealistic strength, speed, and mutant powers that cannot be achieved in real life (sadly) and should not be attempted unless you are an actual alien or mutant. DISCLAIMER: original Kaichou-Wa Maid-Sama manga and all rights belong to Hiro Fujiwara, who is awesome.

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Saya watched from her position on the left flank of her father's desk as the tall, trim guy with bleached-blonde hair entered the room. She immediately picked up on his arrogance by his high and mighty expression. A squinty-eyed guy with dark hair followed closely after.

Man, what's with all these nancy boys I keep seeing today?

The Smartass guy from earlier was still fresh in her mind. She kept reminding herself that she needed to go back and check to see if that whiny kid actually gotten the knife out of his hand.

"I wasn't expecting the Igarashi's to send a boy to do a man's job," the Boss greeted the highschooler stiffly.

The bleach-blonde smirked, casually took off his jacket and threw it to the dark haired boy before taking a seat in front of the desk.

"If I wasn't capable of dealing with scum my father wouldn't have sent me," the rich boy said haughtily.

Saya lunged forward at the insult, but her father raised his hand and she halted immediately.

"Loyal dog you've got there," the rich boy grinned smugly. "But lets get down to business, shall we? I believe you owe the Igarashi family an apology, Mr. Minatsuki, and we expect you to fully compensate us for your mistake…" he was letting his threat sink in.

Saya twitched and waited for her father to put the brat in his place.

"What are your terms?" said the Boss.

"WHAT!" Saya erupted from her position near her father's desk. "You're NEGOTATING with this NINNY?!"

"DID I ASK FOR YOUR OPINION?" the Boss's voice thundered at his daughter.

She couldn't believe that her own father was letting himself get bullied by a spoiled punk. She didn't know the details of the situation, she had barely gotten back when the meeting had started, but she was most thrilled to learn that it had been all Taizo's fault.

Taizo, her father's numero uno right hand man, was literally a shiver looking for a spine to run up, and that spine always happened to be Saya's. He was a total creepy-sneaky-cutthroat-psycho and she hated him.

Apparently Taizo had screwed up big time in a shipment with the Igarashi family. Saya didn't care how rich this kid was or how many connections his family had. Who the hell was he to think he could challenge the Cutthroats?

"You're acting like push-over!" Saya said to her father.

"HOLD YOUR TONGUE!" the Boss ordered his daughter.

"Well well, I didn't realize there was a lady present." the rich boy cut in. "Where are my manners?" he rose out of his chair. "Not a dog then…."

Her fingers itched to form a fist as he strode toward her. "Actually, Im a female impersonator," she replied curtly.

"Really?" the rich boy chuckled. "I could hardly tell with you hiding under that jacket…Take off your hood and let me see your face," the rich boy commanded.

"Well aren't you a waste of two billion years of evolution," Saya replied. "You must be an idiot if you think I'm gonna take orders from you."

Taizo snickered from the other side of the room.

"Saya," her father silenced both of them with his tone. "You will show our guest respect by removing your hood."

Despite her instincts, she took down her hood, exposing her face and her dark reddish brown hair.

The bleach-blonde smirked as he looked her over….and that was when she noticed his teeth.

Snaggletooth…she thought.

"What a waste for you to dress yourself like that…" he took her hand.

Her eyes flickered to her father for instruction, but he let the rich boy do as he pleased.

Saya blinked when the rich boy bowed and suddenly kissed her hand.

"Allow me to introduce myself again," he said politely. "Im the President of the Miyabigaoka Student council, Igarashi Tora," he flashed his teeth at her again, "but you can call me Tiger-kun, Wildcat." He winked.

…This guy is depriving some poor village of its Idiot.

"She's right though," Tora went back to his seat. "A Mob Boss should have more backbone then that, more like your Wildcat…." The rich boy stared at Saya.

"…Then again I suppose that shows how highly you regard my family name," he continued. "So I am willing to cut you a different deal than what my father had in mind, out of mutual respect."

"The terms?" The Boss asked for the second time.

"Give me your Wildcat and all shall be forgiven."

X…..X*

THAT SON-OF-A-LECHER! PSssh…She tried to calm herself. My father would never agre—

"Deal."

The two shook on it.

"hORSE'sASS!" Saya cursed and kicked a lamp off the desk, hitting one of the Cutthroat members in the face. "AHOOOW! GAwD wHYYY?!" the random Cutthroat wailed.

Tora laughed at the display, his mind churning of the amusement he would get out of his new toy.

"SAYA," he father roared and stood to his full height. Saya froze. "I will have a word with you before you go."

"Very well," Tora eyed Saya as he and the dark-haired boy left the room. "I'll be waiting, Wildcat. Let's go Maki." Taizo's eyes burned into the back of the rich boys head as he exited along with everyone else.

"You cant be serious?!" Saya rang in outburst as soon as the room was clear.

"I expect you to hold up our end of the bargain—"

"No!"

"A Deal is a DEAL," her father answered coldly, "and I wont have my organization dishonored because of your insubordination."

"Taizo is the one who couldn't follow orders! Why am I being punished for it!?"

"He is being punished," the Boss said lightly, "I've just stripped him of his chances for an engagement, I cant imagine anyone being more outraged with Igarashi's terms."

I can imagine someone who might be just a LITTLE more upset…three guess's who! Oh and its DEFINETELY NOT me. V_V

"So you WERE planning to set me up with that CREEP?!" Saya scoffed. She had always suspected as much. "How can you just auction me off like that!?"

"YOU'RE MY DAUGHTER!" her father blared and glared at her with disdain. "Since I no longer have a male heir for this organization, I will use you how I see fit and if that means renting you out to each and every interested party, then it will be done."

He lit a cigar.

Saya felt a stinging sensation in her chest as her hatred festered. She hated when he brought up Seito, her dead big brother.

"Im the best fighter you've got," Saya protested.

"You are also a girl," her father sneered at her. "It's time you started acting like one."

"You need me—"

"Taizo is all the muscle I need. Igarashi is the connection I need. And you are what he wants." He blew a smoke ring around her face. "You're Wildcat days are over Saya…Your duty to this organization is now to obey each and every whim of that boy, with no hesitation. Am I clear?"

Saya averted her eyes to the floor.

"How long am I suppose to stay with him?" she waited for a hopeful answer.

"Until he's satisfied," he puffed.

OR UNTIL I STRANLGE THAT RICH BASTARD WITH HIS OWN HAIR-DRYER!

"We're lucky he asked for so little," the Boss chuckled, "the fool…Now get out."

Saya frowned and headed towards the door.

"Leave the sword."

Her nostrils flared as she unwillingly yanked her katana off her back and threw it at his desk.

"FINE! TAKE IT!" She turned on her heel and stormed out the doors, then kicked them shut. "I DON'T BELIEVE THIS SH*T!"

Then she threw the doors open again, and slammed them shut. Then she opened them again, "YOU'RE HORRIBLE!" she shouted at her father, and then slammed them shut again….and one more time for good measure, just like on "Superstar".

"HOORRIBLLLEE!" she slammed it shut and kicked the doors repeatedly. She blew a mess of hair out of her face and flipped her hood back up. With any luck her tantrum would get her shot dead while she still had some dignity.

"…set the building on fire…no good sons-a-b*tches…" she mumbled to herself.

"Quite the spectacle," Tora said, having watched the whole thing. "But making a fuss isn't going to change the fact that you belong to me now."

"You know," Saya faced the rich boy and his butt-monkey, "Some people are ONLY alive because it's illegal to shoot them."

Tora's teeth flashed darkly as he cackled.

"Man…" he wiped his chin with his wrist, "you are just way to interesting. But as much as I enjoy your cheeky remarks…" He tilted his head as he stared her down. "Is that anyway to speak to your Master?"

Saya really…Reallly wished she still had her sword.

"Now apologize," Tora smirked, "and beg your Master's forgiveness. Go on, I want to hear it, 'Forgive me Master'." He was having way too much fun.

This…stupid. Egotistical. PRICK. But she knew that he had a point, she was going to have to bite her tongue for the next…she tried not to think about just how long she'd be stuck as his pet.

"Im sorry…I just didn't know we were reverting back to such formal terms, Tiger-kun," she said in her most polite tone. She couldn't help but mock him one last time.

"Don't worry," Tora walked over and took her hood back down, "you can use that once we've gotten better acquainted with each other, Saya-chan." He grinned suggestively as he unzipped her jacket.

Saya turned stony-faced in order to keep herself from lashing out at him.

"Oh my," he examined her chest, "these clothes really do nothing for your figure…"

I love my David Bowie t-shirt! Saya thought offensively.

"Maki," he called.

"Yes President?" the squinted-eyed guy was at his side.

"Get Saya-chan set up with a more suitable wardrobe."

"Yes Sir."

"Well?" Tora waited for a reaction from her. "I just bought you a present, what do you say?"

V…V

"Thank you…Master," she bowed, though ever fiber of her being was crying out for rebellion. But for now she knew she had play the servant…until she could come up with a strategy to turn the tables…

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NO WAY IN HELL! Saya was paralyzed with humiliation at the "uniform" that was presented to her.

"That one's…a little… revealing, Master," she twitched.

If only she still had her katana.

Tora held the hanger with the garment on it in front of her, getting an idea of how in might look.

"That's what I like about it. Don't you?" he goaded.

YOURE MOTHER SHOULD HAVE SENT YOU BACK AND KEPT THE STORK!

Saya's mind was overflowing with insults, but she let none of her frustration show.

"Get her dressed and make any alterations needed," Tora ordered before Saya could answer.

"Come along miss," two women escorted/dragged Saya into a changing room and began measuring and picking at her, evaluating her size for the outfit.

I cant believe he has this kind of space in his house, Saya thought to herself, trying to block out how the women were forcing her to undress and put on the skimpy frock.

As soon as they had arrived at the Igarashi residence, aka MANSION, Maki the Butt-Wipe had had the two servant women waiting for them, along with all the new clothes. All of which of course, were MAID outfits. Saya had nearly forced herself to puke as means of delaying her having to put on any of the revolting uniforms.

"Oh dear…" one of the servants said shockingly, examining the scarred gashes that ran down the left side of her back and around to the side of her hip. "May I ask what happened?"

"Knife fight," Saya shrugged. It was an old wound and the least of her worries at the moment.

The two women gave each other a perplexed look and went back to their task.

"Just bring her out already," Tora groaned with boredom as he waited on the sofa outside where Saya was changing.

Saya looked at herself in the mirror as the women finished lacing up her back.

I cant breathe in this thing! And EVERYTHING is WAY TO TIGHT! If I go out there like this, he'll…he'll see…STUFF! Saya wasn't fat, but she did have some extra meat on her, among other things….

The maid outfit was completely strapless, and the corset boosted her already round curves. And the skirt of the dress…well..

This thing is like HEADBAND FOR MY ASS! It was hardly a skirt at all.

"It fits perfectly!" the two women finished. Saya looked at them and realized they were agents of debauchery. She raced to the door before they could get their hands on her again.

"Can't I try on a different one, Master?" Saya pleaded and peeked her head around the door, PRAYING that he would show mercy.

Tora's eyes were mesmerized by her bare shoulder that was sticking out as she hung behind the door. Her arms were toned and appealing and he wanted to see more.

Saya took one look at his greedy eyes and knew she had found a strategy. It was a desperate move, but no other alternative was coming to mind.

"It's no fun when you don't leave a little mystery…" she said shyly in her best attempt at being deviously innocent, "…right Master?" she pouted sweetly.

Tora's throat went dry.

"…Fine," he gave in and got up to pick out a second maid outfit.

AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH! IT WORKED! It worked?

Saya had always thought all methods of persuasion revolved around beating the crap out of someone, but she had clearly been mistaken. Still, now that she had discovered this new method…how was she supposed to use it again…?
"This is your only other option," Tora approached the door with the new outfit.

Saya analyzed it. It had some sort of spaghetti straps but it wasn't as low-cut and the skirt was almost knee-length.

"How generous," She forced a gracious smile. "Thank you, Master." She snatched it out of his hand as quickly as she could and slammed the door in his face just as he had started to peer around the door. "Dont want to keep you waiting!" she called, excusing her hasty behavior.

"Hurry up then," Tora said impatiently, running a hand through his spiky hair.

"Yes Master!" she confirmed with false eagerness, she was in such a panic on the inside that she had practically forgotten her anger.

She had never worn a dress in her adult life. She used to have one she absolutely ADORDED when she was little, but that was a secret she would take to her grave.

This experience was going to haunt her forever. She was pretty sure she was developing another fear in addition to her aqua-phobia. A new fear of all things frilly, feminine, lacey, or without pants. Anything maid related was officially her new nightmare.

And I shall call it: Le FrouFrou-Phobia.

She took a deep breath and collected herself as she stepped out of the changing room. The two women pushed her forward, proud of their handiwork.

Tora raised an eyebrow as he mulled her over.

"That'll do…you should be able to fulfill your house-hold chores very well in that" he lifted her chin and smirked as she tensed, "but I would like to see something done with her hair…"

Saya mentally pictured herself kneeing Tora in the crotch…several times….

It didn't help…much.

The only thing she ever did with her hair was braid it and nobody, NOBODY had ever been allowed to touch it.

Saya followed the rich boy down a corridor. She was having a bit of trouble keeping up with him due to her never-learned-to-walk-in-heels complex. Her scalp felt unfamiliarly uncomfortable with her hair done up in some swirly bun.

I should have been born a boy.

Tora stopped at one of the doors.

"This is where you'll sleep," he explained and held the door open.

She looked at him cautiously.

I sense a trap.

"Go on," he urged her inside.

It was a gigantic, elegant and positively pampered room.

Saya was shocked.

"…well this isn't what I expected…I mean—" she closed her eyes in frustration, reminding herself to shut up, "It's very impressive Master, thank you."

"What were you expecting?" Tora flashed a sharp-toothed smile at her. "And I want to hear the uncensored version," he smirked.

"I don't know.." Saya said awkwardly, "a cage or something…?"

"A cage!" Tora laughed at her honesty. "Now there's an idea…" Tora thought this woman had the most amusing thought-process.

Saya grew uneasy as he shut the door.

"In fact, its growing on me," he walked towards her. "I could keep you locked away all for myself…."

She cursed inwardly; if she tried backing away from him it would only bring her closer to the bed.

If there is ANY, ANY justice in this world, PLEEEEASE let him get struck down with menstrual cramps! Then Saya realized…

That's it!

Hope swelled inside of her now that she knew she had an ace up her sleeve.

"I'd like to know," Tora invaded her personal space. He leaned in closer. "Just how wild is the Wildcat?"

"Master," Saya held her composure. "I don't think this is a good idea…"

"I'll do as I please, Saya-chan," he mocked her and grabbed her wrist. "Now lie down."

"C-cant this wait for another time Master? We've only just met," she stalled.

"All the more reason to get to know each other," Tora hissed in her ear.

"Master…I really…cant," she tried to suppress a shudder as she felt his breath upon her.

"I think your Master will be the one making that call," he said darkly and narrowed in on her mouth.

"IM ON MY MONTHLY!"

Tora froze, caught completely off guard.

"My apologies Master," she bowed, "I shouldn't burden you with such details."

HEHEHEHEHEHEH! I AM A GENIUS!

"But you see Master, as much as I wish I could turn off my ovaries, they just keep—"

"I get it," Tora pinched the bridge of his nose, nauseated.

"We could still try I suppose, if that's what you want—"

"NO," he cut her off, backing away. "No no …We'll just.. pick up where we left off some other time…." He walked towards the door, thwarted.

That's right fool! Back up!

"Oh, um…Master," Saya said shyly, "Do..do you have any extra tampons laying around? Because I didn't bring that many with me, and my flow is really heavy—"

"GaAHA-NOo!" He cut her off and covered his ears.

"I don't know how much longer this one is gonna last—"

"Maki!" he yelled out the door. "Get in here! Quick! and ..and deal with this!"

"Oh good, can you make sure he gets the super-absorbent kind, extra large?"

"MAKI! NOW!"

"Thank you Master!" Saya waved and congratulated herself as Tora slammed the door shut.

Saya didn't sleep very well that night. In addition to her personal anguish something else was bothering her. She kept thinking she had forgotten something…

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Usui trailed towards the parking lot and scanned the scene.

It was vacant.

He glanced at his watch. Midnight.

Looks like the Wildcat hadn't meant it when she said she'd be back.

Usui sighed.

I suppose it was worth a try, he thought to himself, though he was quite put out.

He had been looking forward to another song-title duel.

A few days later Usui was surprised to see he had something in the mail from the Student Council President of Miyabigaoka.

"…Invites President Ayuzawa and Usui Takumi to dinner at the Igarashi residence…"Usui skimmed as he read to himself. "…Tomorrow night… awaiting your favorable reply…hmmm…" He wondered what the pervy-bro had in store.

Whatever it was, Usui was game.

He'd make sure Misaki RSVP'd.

To be continued…

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OOOOOOO! FORESHADOWING! How will the encounter between Saya and Usui turn out? And whats this that Tora is celebrating? FIND OUT! I kinda felt like this is a bit of a rough start to me, but this next part im REALLLY excited about. VENGENCE WILL BE HAD!

Next Chapter: Kiss my SHOE!