A/N: I was extremely surprised by the number of the reviews. Thank you very much for making me happy!

According to arrangement of the reviews I received, the chapters' arrangement will be as following:

Chapter 2: Usui storms into Misaki's office.

Chapter 3: Tora will be involved somehow.

Chapter 4: A hospital

Chapter 5: A haunted house

Chapter 6: A life or death situation

Chapter 7: An amusement park

For now, I credit this chapter to who suggested its location; Abibambi

Disclaimer: The characters of this fic are owned by Hiro Fujiwara. I do not own any of Maid Sama's characters.

..Marry Me Misa..

Plan (Two)

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The lobby of the luxury hotel Misaki entered impressed her right away with enormous pillars and dancing fountains. However, she didn't have the time for sight-seeing.

Misaki looked at her smart phone's clock. It was 9:55 in the morning. She should be in a conference room by 10:00 o'clock, which means she has to hurry to the conference's location

'Miss Ayuzawa?' a page said, attracting Misaki's attention. Her neat suit along with the small suitcase she carried were an obvious lead to her identity; the missing diplomat who hasn't arrived yet.

'Yes" Misaki confirmed.

'I'm Igarashi Sakuya. I shall escort you to the conference room'

'Nice to meet you' Misaki smiled at the page; she was relieved he was there waiting for her, for if she had to search, she would lose more time.

Luckily, an elevator arrived at the ground floor, which meant they didn't have to wait for its arrival. She bowed in respect for whoever emerged from the elevator, and then she and the page entered after the elevator had become vacant.

The page clicked on the number 'Thirty seven' and waited for the elevator to close. It is a forty story high-rise luxury hotel.

While waiting for the elevator to reach the wanted floor, Misaki checked the time once more.

9 : 57

Misaki swore to murder Usui after finishing the conference; he had detained her by: 'Misaki is mine', which led to: 'Misaki's time is mine', and ended up with: 'I'm tying our wrists together so Misaki won't escape'

The result was: running at full speed along the road in order to catch the subway train.

Misaki knew wriggling out of the rope that tied their wrists together was impossible; under Usui's surveillance, there was no way she would get a chance to free herself. Knowing it is a tough period of work for Misaki, Usui relented and released her.

The page showed her to the conference room, bowed in respect and then left.

After smiling at the page, Misaki entered the room, precisely at 10:00. If diplomats who were sitting around the conference table weren't looking at her, she would be jumping due to the joy of arriving just on time; she thought it's impossible.

The facility of the room provided a long, boat shaped light oak table along with light grey armchairs. Eight chairs, which is the number of the people in the room, including Misaki.

The room was also provided with a long, overhead projector, stage lighting and a sound system. There was also a whiteboard in case further explanation was needed.

Misaki greeted everyone and stood confidently, ready to start the 'battle'. Every word she might say will either be on her side or against her. There is no 'in-between' or 'meaningless' words in her field; every word was taken into consideration and can be very critical.

A diplomat should be an excellent negotiator but, above all, a catalyst for peace and understanding between peoples. Misaki didn't lack any of that. She is practical and serious when it comes to work. However, everyone who ever worked with her loved her personality; she is understanding and has her own touch on every conference. She's always the spirit of each conference.

Misaki adjusted the projector and began her presentation.

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A victory smile appeared on Misaki's face. She looked at the time. It was 12:00 in the evening. The conference room was reserved for two more hours. Misaki has the knack of persuading anyone to reach an agreement to her own advantage within half of the specific time. No meeting lasted long when she is the one running it.

Lights were turned on. A woman made her way towards the large windows that were fixed on the wall. She lifted the large blinds and allowed the natural sunlight to fill the place. The scene of the city from such a height was breathtaking.

Misaki watched as everyone started stacking their papers and documents, readying to leave the conference room, satisfied with the process of the meeting. Misaki too, was arranging her documents.

One of the diplomats stood in order to leave, and then instantly sat. Misaki noticed the odd behavior; she looked at the diplomat. He was looking at the window, daze was filling his features. She looked at the window.

Misaki blinked twice, completely puzzled. She unconsciously dropped any documents she was holding, doubting if what she was seeing is real. All the diplomats in the room were looking at the same direction, so it can't be a mere imagination.

Usui Takumi was hung outside the window, thousands of squared feet high in the sky. He was holding a fair sized poster. The size of the poster could cover three quarters of his body. Two words were written on it: 'Ayuzawa Misaki'.

Usui was using a decent rope system. It's a single-person seat designed for controlled descent of rope. The rope would be fixed on the roof. It's used by window cleaners for high buildings, but even after training, these appliances were dangerous to use.

Knowing how risky these appliances are, Misaki rushed towards the window

'You idiot! Return to the roof! Immediately!'

Usui didn't hear a word. He was waving his hands in 'I can't hear you' manner, but judging by her worried expression, he knew what she meant.

Usui fixed his legs on the external surface of the window in order to enable more stability. He seemed like a mountain climber.

He pulled out a poster from a basket that seemed to be tied to his back by a rope. The basket was filled of rolled posters.

He unrolled the poster. It had something written on it:

'Completely safe. I do this as a hobby since I was a child'

Usui expected she would be worried, so he made necessary precautions and exposed this little hobby of his to her.

Misaki sighed in relief, what was she worried about? He is Usui after all. She had no idea what in the world he was thinking. She intended to take pictures of his 'alien-like' moments and form an album, and then she would give it to him on his birthday or something.

Usui's hair wisps played in front of his face, indicating existence of wind. Misaki looked at Usui's smile, captivated; something about him being hung in the air felt so cool.

Usui pulled another poster and unrolled it. It had a Manga drawing of a girl printed on it. Everyone in the conference room recognized the drawing as a sleeping Misaki, and below the drawing there were three words:

'I loved your sleeping face'

He released the poster, letting it fly in the air and pulled another one. It had a Manga drawing of Misaki dressed in a maid custom. Four words were below it:

'Love at first sight'

He released the poster and pulled another one, he kept pulling posters and unrolling them.

A drawing of a student council president Misaki, kicking some guys.

'I enjoyed observing'

A drawing of irritated Misaki

'I caused it'

A drawing of a smiling Misaki

'You had me captivated'

A drawing of blushing Misaki

'Amused me infinitely'

A drawing of a Misaki dressed in a wedding gown

'I'm dreaming of it'

A drawing of Misaki putting a ring on someone's hand.

'I want to be the owner of this hand'

A drawing of Misaki looking at the mirror and frowning at a hair wisp.

'I want to be there to tease you about your first gray hair'

A drawing of Usui kneeling on one knee and carrying a ring box.

'Will you marry me?'

Misaki's heart was skipping beats at moments, and trying to break her ribcage at moments. The overload of joy made her eyes begin to tear, and then, one question occurred to her. She giggled, and then turned around and walked across the place, making her way towards the whiteboard, which was facing the window.

The walk felt so long due to the glances and smiles Misaki earned from everyone. Her legs were wobbling slightly; she felt faint. A normal body can't endure that much happiness at once.

With trembling hands, Misaki held a whiteboard marker and started writing, making her handwriting as big as the board would fit. She ensured Usui will be able see it.

'Idiot, if I say yes, how will you hear me?'

Misaki's handwriting seemed like an elementary child's handwriting due to how nervous and embarrassed she was. She had to pause for a while in order to figure how to phrase the words; her mind was in a big chaos.

Usui chuckled, swayed back and forth, and then dashed into the window, storming into the place, and shattering the window.

Everyone gasped; is he insane?

Usui dumped his rope descent system, made his way towards Misaki, kneeled on one knee just as in the poster, and said:"Will you marry me?"

It wasn't the seventies, or the eighties, but to Misaki, something about Usui kneeling on one knee felt so charming and romantic. She chuckled happily, tears rolled down her face as she said:"yes"

Usui smiled broadly and happily as he stood and held her close

Misaki didn't worry about the shattered glass; she somehow knew he would say: 'I'll pay for the fixing expenses". The room being soundproof helped prevent the shattering voice from spreading through the building, which meant the break would be discovered long after.

All Misaki cared about, is the man who is embracing her. She wanted the moment to last forever. Thinking among the same lines, Takumi held her for as long as he could.

Everyone started clapping, although they were serious diplomats, there was nothing that said they weren't humans, and any human will be touched by the love that filled the atmosphere.

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Meanwhile, Yukimoura was having his lunch break out of doors. A poster that was carried by the air hit him. He removed the large poster that almost covered his body and looked at it. He blinked twice, recognizing the guy on the poster, and then he read: 'Will you marry me?'

'Eeeeh!'

Yukimoura's shout echoed through the place.

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A/N: I hope I haven't disappointed you. Everyone who reviewed, favored, or followed. Thank you so much!

Guest1: glad it made you fangirl :3

Takumisalover: in case you read this, I hope you liked this way of proposing too

chunsaAthena-chan: sure! I'll continue writing fangirling is the only thing you don't need permission for :p

Abibambi: I apologize for it not being exactly an office. I couldn't resist the idea of Usui flying in the air, and I thought a conference room would fit better than a mere office. It's still a work place. I hope you liked it

PassionMusic: Nice to meet you Yuri-chan (the girl dying on the airplane). Im glad you like my writing. *bone crushing hug*

Nicole: Aww! I'm so flattered! It would be like a dream if it was a real manga! Yes, I'll definitely continue.

Magica Ring: hahaha well, that's breaking the routine of the boring bus rides :3

meimei11: thank you for favoring it! and yah sure, I'll write one in a hospital.

Guest2: thank you!

Meteorite102: I don't mean the proposal I wrote, but if someone proposed to me on an airplane, in the middle of the air, I would say yes even if I never saw him before :p

TaigaRAWR: I have a feeling I'll pull my hair while trying to write a proposal in a haunted house. Thank you for wishing me good luck. I need it

Yuki98: life or death situation reminds me of my fic 'sacrifices', but it wasn't a serious proposal there. I'll write a serious one

Guest3: okay . Guest 4: I hope this update wasn't late. Guest5: more is coming! :D

Abby: Glad you got a happy face

Vanilla-Sama: glad you love it :D