CHAPTER 3
If you want to know the state of my mind after I found out that the dude who was staying in room 613 was actually Akiyama Shuji. (aka: the room in which i found the bleeding dude!) well here it is: my mental state was like a bunch of sugar-rushed toddlers. My thoughts were running around everywhere in my head, smashing into eachother and then screaming high pitched before running in the other direction.
Luckily, I had spent a good chunk of my life in a state of panicked shock, and I realized that after a while a part of your brain takes the reigns and charges forward. And that's what happened now, ignoring the screams of the sugar-rushed toddlers in my head I walked calmly towards the service elevator.
That facade of calmness cracked once I reached my room.
"DUDE? DUDE? WHERE ARE YOU?" I ran into the room and there he was. Sitting on the bed in all his bare-chested glory.
ohmy. I kind of just wanted to sit there and ogle at him, but since that wasn't socially acceptable I settled on throwing his clothes at him and looking away as he changed.
When he was done I turned around and gave him my harshest stare.
"Umm..." He rubbed his head. "This is kind of uncomfortable."
Yeah, that was the point punk!
"Are you like...undressing me with your eyes? Because I don't mind doing it for rea-"
"UGH NO!" My face turned the delicate shade of a fire engine. "YOU PERVERT!"
He laughed, tossing his head back. "Ah! You're so funny!"
I blinked at him, was I trying to be funny? NO! I WAS PRETTY DAMN SERIOUS.
I narrowed my eye's at him, in what I hope was a threatening way. "Who are you?"
"Usui Takumi." He said simply. "And you?"
"What's it to you?" I leaned in, examining his face. He blinked at me. "Okay...Ayuzawa Misaki."
"Ayuzawa" He tested it. "Ayu-Za-Wa" He frowned. "Misaki..." he brightened. "MISA-CHAN!"
"Don't call me that!" I snapped. I was trying to be a serious interrogator! "You," I pointed a finger at him. "Are working for the government?" I was already pretty sure about this fact. How could a random beaten up guy, end up in a random room of a random politician and then I randomly had to clean that room? Oh no! This was a setup. Somehow the government had realized that I had been tricking cashiers into accepting expired coupons and now they were out to get me.
"No."
"Are you suuuure?" I examined his face, he nodded. He didn't seem to be lying. And he was kind of young to be working in the government.
I sighed and slumped against the wall. "Well then, maybe you can tell me what happened to you?" He hesitated. "Okay then, maybe you can tell me why Akiyama freakin' Shuji is looking for the maid who cleaned room 613 last night? Which is me!"
A look of panic crossed his face and he sat up. "What? How do you know about Akiyama Shuji? He's looking for you?"
I nodded grimly, though I was secretly pleased that I had gotten him to get serious. "I overheard him talking to the front desk guy. Actually it wasn't so hard to overhear, consider he was screaming." I stretched my limbs. "Yup, there was major spittage."
"What did he say?"
i waved my hands around and did my best angry-man impression. "Who cleaned my room last night? TELL ME! OR YOU'RE ALL FIRED!"
"Oh no. This is bad!"
"Yeah I don't think he wanted to find me to shake my hand and say I was doing a good job either." Truthfully, I was very scared. That guy had power. He was running (and winning) the race for Prime Minister and I was pretty sure that if he was angry at someone (like say, a maid) and wanted to get rid of them all he had to do was snap his fingers and there! The deed was done.
Usui nodded getting up and moving his sore limbs. He grabbed a bright pink and orange carpet bag that my mom had sent me in the corner. (My sister had won it in some lottery) he walked around muttering to himself and pulling random things inside. Things like bedsheets and clothing (mine!), water bottles and toothpaste.
"What are you doing?" I jumped up to my feet, a horrible feeling growing in my stomach.
"We need to get out of here." He pushed the horrendous bag into my hands. "Pack up. We're not safe."
"What? If I leave I could be fired!" I clutched the bag to my chest.
"If you don't leave you could be killed!" He argued back.
I began to move around slowly, pulling some essential things into the bag.
And so begins my life as a fugitive.
"Did you find what I need boy?" Akiyama Shuji leaned menacingly across the front desk.
The boy, Yukimaru, nodded. "R-right here" He turned the computer screen around so the soon-to-be Prime Minister could see the maid's work information. Technically he wasn't allowed to give this kind of information out, but when one of the most powerful men in Japan ask for something you don't sit around thinking about rules, you just do it.
The Prime Minister tapped his chin and looked at the screen. A picture of Ayuzawa Misaki was on the screen followed by her information. She was nineteen years old, and was living right here in the hotel.
The man snickered to himself, that means she was here right now.
He walked away without even a thank-you to the boy. Yukimaru turned the screen back and puffed out his chest. He had survived the presence of Akiyama Shuji twice and had only tinkled his pants alittle. His mom would be impressed.
AN: HEYO. . LALALALA. :( I hope Misaki is not TOO OOC. she is. i admit. -.- i havent been up to date on the manga lately so my image of Misaki is kind of blurry. T_T SORRY!
LOL. GUESS WHAT? yeah, so yesterday i finished the chapter and was about to put it up, and then my neighbor came w. cupcakes(!) so I got distracted, but I thought that I did put it up, so then I got all sad because no one reviewed or anything then I checked and I hadnt even put it up. XD LOL. AHAHAHA. I'm so phunny. xDD
