Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Kaichou wa Maid-sama! All rights go to Fujiwara Hiro.
This fanfiction refers to KWMS characters and plot.
This is my first story, so please don't hate! Reviews are always welcome!
BTW, thanks so much to Minniemiss123, IchigoBerry15, Emma, Riymaia, and two Guests for the awesome reviews for Chapter 2! Thank you so much for supporting this story! I apologize for any mistakes!
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So, I realized that my last update was on June 27, and it's been more than a week already. I'm really sorry that I couldn't update sooner, but I had a bit of writer's block on this chapter. So I apologize if anything gets boring.
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Misaki's POV
I tapped my foot on the floor of Maid Latte. Where were they? It was already five minutes overdue.
"Ah! Misakiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Sakura suddenly pounced on my in a fatal hug. "I missed you so much!" Not far behind, Shizuko was tagging along, looking at us amusedly.
It had been years since I had last seen my best friends, although we always kept in touch and messaged each other. Still, it wasn't the same as seeing in them in person, since the last time I met them was when I graduated high school. Not long after he left.
I made a mental note to smack myself later. Now was not the time to be thinking about him.
I waved Satsuki over after greeting her and ordered a Moe Moe Rice Omelet for me and my friends to share. I immediately regretted it. Because that was the dish that my traitor of a boyfriend always made for me, or when he was helping out at the café. Bad idea on my part, I chided myself.
-Time Skip (1 hour later)-
"Sakura, stop gushing. I thought you were meeting up with Kuuga?" Shizuko struggled to haul a frenzied Sakura off of me. (And the memories returned!)
"Sakura, are you sure you're happy?" I asked, my demonic aura beginning to appear again. I swear, if that bas**** ever hurt my friend again, he wouldn't live to see another day.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Sometimes we argue and such, but I don't think I could be happier (1)!" she chirped. Typical Sakura, always optimistic.
"C'mon, Sakura," Shizuko tugged her away.
"Bye Misaki!" Sakura waved. "See you!" Shizuko waved, still the same, serious girl she was in high school.
When they had gone out of sight, I sighed. I was going to have to do something about a certain perverted alien traitor lingering on the edge of my mind. Just thinking about him made me furious! Good, I thought. I was finally getting over him! At least, that's what How To Get Over Heartbreak, the book I'd been mooning over for ages (not an actual book!), would say.
So, just how desperate was I, the proud former demon prez of Seika High, to forget about that Takumi Walker (2)?
Very.
Very, very, desperate.
Suddenly, my phone began flashing a red light.
You have one new message from Sakura Hanazono.
I stared. She'd just let 10 minutes ago, and now she was texting me? I opened the chat.
Hi Misaki! I don't wanna spoil this news for you, but maybe you should read a copy of Yomiuri Shimbun (3). ^.^ Just saying! The local supermarket has some copies!
I picked myself up and out of Maid Latte and headed to the supermarket. Sakura wasn't someone who had to say something the instant she wanted to, so being so straight-forward was rare for her. What could be so urgent? I entered the supermarket, grabbed a box of Pocky, another decision to regret later (4), and picked up a copy of the newspaper before rushing out of the supermarket.
Strange, so many people were flocked around the newspaper stands as well. What was going on?
And then I saw the heading. My head felt so woozy. What? That bas****, what the hell did he do!?
Takumi Usui, CEO of Walker Inc., Heads to Japan.
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Takumi's POV
Wow, what a fun 12-hour flight that was! Having read all the magazines within one hour and taken a five-hour nap, what was I to do for the remaining six hours? By that, I mean besides having the air hostesses coo over me.
And here I was in Japan. The country I had left for five years already.
"Usui-sama, this way please," Cedric lead me through the crowd. I could here the others gushing about me, my looks, my company, and blah blah blah.
Mostly girls.
But none of them were even close to Misaki. Hell, if she were hear right now, I'd probably go up and say to her, "Hey, Misa-chan, what color is your underwear right now?" If she didn't murder me first.
I exited the airport and found a black limousine waiting for me. Now, I finally understood why Misaki hated wealthy people so much. We're spoiled every step in our lives.
Cedric had already taken care of hotel reservations and things, since I wasn't interested in any of that whatsoever.
I checked in at the hotel after almost making the receptionist girl faint. And then I headed up to my room, 714. It reminded me so much of my own apartment. Of course, not as empty… I had entrusted the key to Misaki. I wonder if she still has it.
I wonder if I would ever even see her again. I spat a stream of silent curses at myself. I remember all of her messages and voicemails, how her voice had choked up in one. I could take a lot of things, but seeing, even hearing, Misaki in such a distressed state wasn't one of them. I hated myself so much for making her go through that pain. It was ever worse knowing that I had caused it.
And she was so close to me right now. I don't know why I found out, but her house was a mere 7.5 miles away from this hotel. After all, Cedric, being the ever-so-serious butler he was, had made sure to book a hotel within 0.5 miles of the meeting place, eight miles away from her place. I'd have to remind myself to thank him later. And for bringing me so close to her again.
So close, but so far away.
Since when had this wall appeared between us?
I sighed. It was 11:56 PM, way too late to think about these things. Both literally and figuratively, regarding my sleeping needs and the years I put between me and her.
I drifted into a troubled sleep.
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(1) If this part reminds you of Hiro Fujiwara's KWMS Special #7 (accessible on mangasoul as chapter 0), I don't blame you. But just to clear up any confusion, Sakura and Kuuga aren't married yet.
(2) Takumi Walker is the same person as Takumi Usui (I know y'all are like, "duh, of course!"). Misaki just refuses to acknowledge him now as the boy she'd fallen in love with.
(3) Okay, so this is purely thanks to Google. Yomiuri Shimbun is an actual newspaper in Japan. It's a bit like the New York Times.
(4) So this part refers to the Pocky game that Usui always challenged Misa to. The Pocky sticks remind her of Takumi, and she's trying her best to forget him.
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I always knew that I'd have writer's block while writing this story, but it was a lot worse than I'd anticipated. So yeah, this chapter might've been really boring again. I'm really sorry if that's the case.
Still, thank you so much for the strong support that you're giving me!
I realized that I said I'd make the next chapter better last time, which happens to be this chapter… I apologize again if this wasn't what you expected, but please bear with me for just a bit longer.
As a polite reminder, this is my first story attempt and I'm a novice at writing Fanfiction, so while I do appreciate some critiquing, please do not shower hate on this story or on me. Thank you! :)
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P.S. This is NOT the end of the story. There's more to come!