Did thou miss me? No? Oh, whatever. No one misses the writer anyways. *sulks in a moldy corner and grows mushrooms*.

Well, mushrooms aside, I hope everyone will not hate my efforts to make the story long. I'm estimating the length of this story to be about 15~20 chapters, longer than what I have planned for my other story Selfish. Oh, and please visit Selfish too :) It isn't as bad as they say ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own KWMS in any way. If I did, you wouldn't see any real plot in the story because I'd be busy trying to capitalize off my characters and you'll see more mugs and posters of Usui than he appears in the manga. Therefore I do not qualify to own such a brilliant shoujo.

"Please, come in." The lord's long blue sleeves fluttered with his gesture.

"Sorry for intruding," said Misaki, and, like the apology she had spit out the day she served him tea, this one was not the least bit genuine.

She stepped into the room of The Evil Perverted Koshimaki Lord, and found it oh-so evilly, horrifyingly...wait..normal? Misaki was shocked by the ordinariness. There were no visible pictures of geishas or strange mannequins. But she knew better than to let her guard down. You could never trust a man.

Misaki sat down on a tatami mat. "What're you going to teach me?"

The lord smiled. "Will you call me sensei?"

"No."

"Or lord?"

"No."

"Or Darling Lovely Sexy Beast Usui-sama?"

"Hell no."

"Then may I call you Misa-chan?"

"Go. Rot. In. Hell."

"Then Misa-chan, do you like English literature?"

The nerve of the guy! Misaki seethed and bit her lip, preventing a string of very colorful and, ah, creatively scary vocabulary from bursting out. "I guess." you evil pervert, she thought, darkly trying to come up with at least ten painful deaths to let him experience.

He gestured vaguely towards his room as she thought of burning him alive. "These shelves are only a small portion of my whole collection. You may browse through the books and borrow them, but please, keep them in good condition. I wouldn't want to spend unnecessary money on getting new copies," he said smoothly.

Misaki nodded curtly, and stood up to see what books he had in stock (though stock is an odd word to use in this sense. Maybe it isn't; their relationship is less than one of a shopowner and customer). The bastard was right about one thing: he had rows and rows of volumes.

The shining leather spines beckoned Misaki to come forth. Misaki's eyes sparkled like Sakura's when she spotted a really hot lord (coughUsuicough). She eagerly pulled out a few books and held them in her arms, moving across shelves as she spied for others. Unbeknownst to her, the lord was watching her every move.

After some twenty minutes of careful choosing, Misaki sat back down satisfied, and only then did she realize the lord's scrutiny. "What the hell are you looking at?" she asked rudely.

The lord merely smiled in return. "May I see what books you've chosen, Misa-chan?"

Though she glowered at the nickname, Misaki didn't see a reason not to hand them over, so she sighed and tumbled the volumes into his lap.

Usui inspected them all. Hawthorne, Dickens, Goethe, Poe. He grinned. This girl was more interesting than he thought.

"You really are interesting, Misa-chan," he said, giving the books back to Misaki. She glared. "What do you mean?"

"Your taste is quite...manly. I'd thought you'd prefer Austen or Bronte, no?"

Misaki snorted. "Those books are stupid and sentimental and plain unrealistic."

"And the ones you picked are not so?"

She nodded. Usui smiled. "Why do you not like books by female writers?"

Misaki shook her head. "It's not that I don't like women."

"Then what is it?"

"Why the hell do you want to know?"

"I'm supposed to educate you, aren't I?"

"How the hell is that supposed to be educating me?"

Usui shook his head in mock disappointment. "Misa-chan, I thought you'd be smarter than that."

Misaki eyes him suspiciously. "Why do you need to know my taste to educate me?"

He shook his head again, hiding a small smile. "If you tell me why, I'll tell you."

Misaki glared, but sighed and began to speak. "Well, it's friggin obvious how it'll go, isn't it? Look at Pride and Prejudice or all those 'masterpiece' shit pieces. Man meets woman, both hates each others' guts, and before you know it, they're in love and making out! Happily ever after," she said bitterly.

Usui was surprised by Misaki's hard voice, but chuckled. "Very true."

Misaki narrowed her eyes. "Now tell me how you're gonna change my opinion."

"Pardon?"

"You asked me about my taste just to change it into yours, didn't you?"

Usui laughed. "Such a skeptic. I asked you out of pure curiousity, Misa-chan. You needn't be so offended."

Misaki glared. Honestly, her eyes were beginning to hurt from all the evil looks she was sending him, but he didn't have to know that. "Your presence itself offends me."

"Then why did you agree to come today?"

"The books. Not you. Duh."

"I know you want me, Mi. Sa. Chan." he said, each syllable dripping off his tongue like drops of honey.

Misaki's face blushed a deep shade of scarlet as she yelled, "GO AWAY YOU PERVERTED MOLESTING KOSHIMAKI FREAK!"

"Now, now, Misa-chan, I was just talking about how you wanted my books and education," he said, regaining his calm. "But if you were thinking of other things...I wouldn't be angry if you told me them." he added, licking his lips suggestively.

"GO ROT IN HELL AND LET KAMI-SAMA SPLIT YOUR SOUL INTO A MILLION PIECES!"

In an alternate universe, a man who must not be named sneezed. "Somebody talked about splitting souls?"

Usui grinned. This would be fun.

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