Kaichō wa Maid-sama!

(note: new year, new layout haha see the bold in my a/n)

31/01/2017

Hey you cuuute bees! [YES I AM BACK FROM EXAMS] Ah, when did I last update this? Dec21? Well whatever, but haha I'm just posting this (edited) chapter from last year. I actually have so many alternative plans for this―like heck, there are so many possible happenings mate. And the urge to write is just so strong. I am slowly being consumed by nostalgia whilst falling into a pit of endless confusion. Ntm my excessive indecisiveness that affects my partaking in daily-life activities that would otherwise not be difficult if it weren't for―okay okay I'll stop.

Moving on to the reviews―

Samara16– Aww thank you so much! I'm so glad that my OC is liked by people! Feels good man~ And haha, read more to find out ;)

Hikachan420– Haha, a new aspect of Misaki right! And who knows, maybe (just maybe) Kyo could be the key to her and Takumi reuniting once again! ;)

Minniemiss123– You're really so sweet sigh. I was sorry for updating really late XD And yes, honestly, I feel really really bad for Gerard cus he's always seen as the bad and jealous brother, but no one actually focuses on why he's jealous. He probably cares more about Takumi than he shows, so that's that :P Love love you! Ah it'd be so nice if you had an account. I'd really love to get to know you! Thanks for always reading and reviewing my fics!

Candy2045– Blimey that sucks :( Well you once gave me a title suggestion "Unexpected call" for my 3rd chapter, and I'm really grateful for that so I kinda wanted to send you an early chapter as a tiny token of my thanks! Glad that you're reading my stuff :D

lillyannp– Thank you so much! And haha, same. As the writer of this fic, I actually don't have any already-written chapters after this one, so I might take longer to update. Soo yep, I don't exactly plan my fics that much anymore :((

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Afe Niel– Hi! Same here mate :D Idk man, but I'm guessing that they'll meet soon and be happy and get married and have a horde of babies dancing in the fields :D *cues in the doubting voice from The Amazing World of Gumball's The Game* Or will they? ;) Omfg that was so random, but thanks for reading!

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This chapter goes out to the wonderful Minniemiss123 for being so sweet and for being a huge support since my first ever fic! I know this isn't much at all, but kudos to you out there! Much love xx


Chapter 6: A beautiful exception


Ayuzawa Misaki shook her head, sat on her seat and closed her eyes.

Slap.

"'Kaa-chan... what happe―"

'"Welcome to Walker Corporations."'

The raven-haired opened her eyes to see her confused nephew, who immediately set his finger down the moment she had brought her hand upon her cheek.

"Kyo?" She panted.

'"...Walker Corporations."'

"'Kaa-chan? W-Why are you slapping yourse―"

"Kyo, we have to go." She slung her bag over her shoulder and her nephew's on the other. 'Shit.'

"Wait, 'kaa-chan. I want you to meet him. He's really nice and―"

'Fuck, it's really him.'

Misaki grabbed her warm coffee and chugged it. "Kyo, we don't even know him and―"

'"Walker".'

"But he helped me find you..."

"Kyo, it's getting really late. Wrap up your cupcakes. We still have to go home by bus."

She could see the word clearly in her head. It was a simple, six-letter word that could be either be a noun or a proper noun.

"But 'kaa-chan..."

Ayuzawa Misaki remembered that day clearly; she had received a letter that was in a white envelope. She remembered it all―it was a little too crystal clear in her head.

Her little sister had interrupted the eerie silence that surrounded the scratching sounds of her pen across her Algebra worksheet. She had almost jumped upon hearing Suzuna's monotone voice whisper, "Onee-chan" in her right ear.

The envelope was plain white―only a single, six-letter word in bold disrupting the otherwise flawless material.

"WALKER"

Sometimes she wished that she assumed that it was some random prank and that she had just dumped it in her mini recycling bin that was stowed underneath her study table, but she internally argued in her defence that anyone sane and human would resort to doing things without realising it. And that if she had not (unconsciously) opened it so, everyone―including him―may be in danger right now.

Misaki glared at the boy, something she had never done before.

'I'm sorry Kyo. I just can't face him.'


"Leaving without saying goodbye to your onii-chan?" Gerard playfully pouted as he pretended to be offended.

"Fuck off."

They were the only customers left in the café; only a few minutes were left before it closed for the night.

"Takumi-kun is so cold! I wonder if―"

"But thank you", he whispered so faintly that Gerard barely heard him. "For coming all the way here. Goodnight and goodbye."

Gerard smiled as he watched his brother jog for a bus that was about to leave.

'It's alright, Takumi. It was worth it. I hope it was never too late for you and her.'

The navy-haired sat back on his chair. Tipping his head back, he cursed himself under his breath. All he could really do right now is to hope that the fire between the two hasn't died out yet, or smoke. Fighting against his urge to flip out a fag in his café (which he purposefully built near his brother's building so that he could have a reason to visit him), he clicked his tongue.

'There's never a day when I don't come to hate myself even more seeing you like this.'


The aunt and her nephew were silent as they sat on the bus, something that rarely happened.

"Kyo―"

"Do you hate me, 'kaa-chan?" When the boy turned to her, she saw the pain and sadness that made her hate herself even more.

'Those eyes...'

It brought her back to that day five years ago.

Misaki could not do anything but hug the boy as tight as she could and cry endless tears―and he was no different.


Takumi sat in his seat, looking out of the window as he watched the falling snow. He didn't hate winter, but it always made him hate himself. Winter gave him the eternal "if's". If only he was a better person; if only he exerted more efforts to make Ayuzawa happy; if only―

The blond sighed and watched his breath fog the window. He smiled as he used his finger to draw a bunny apple on his window.

Whispering, he watched the bunny apple on the window slowly fade away into nothingness. "You loved bunny apples so much, and that's one of the reasons why I found you so interesting. You were the demon president back in high school. Who would have known that the great kaichō enjoyed eating something as childish as bunny apples?"

Takumi was going to visit the café that brought him and her together. Just one last time.


Misaki watched her nephew as he slept on her lap; he had all sorts of lines created by dry tears strewn all over his face. The woman took her nephew's bento bag and unscrewed his water bottle's cap. Taking her handkerchief, she dampened it with the cold water and wiped his dry tears away. Brushing his brown hair to reveal the boy's creamy-coloured skin, she leaned down to kiss his forehead, and once again, her mind drifted off to Usui Takumi.

He was sitting with a man whose back was faced towards them. Takumi looked cold and frightening. It almost felt as if it wasn't the same idiot alien that she knew. He was all prim and proper; he seemed like how she imagined "the ideal businessman" when she was still in high school. Yes. He became how she imagined he would look, but she never really expected to see that side of him.

The raven-haired face-palmed. How could she have been so stupid? Waltzing into a "Walker" building―didn't she realise where she was from the English man who opened the door earlier?

Misaki sighed. It had been a tiring day. Seeing Takumi made her heart skip a beat―she never really changed when it came to him. Even though he looked all strict and not alien-like, she had to admit, he still looked really handso―

'MISAKI, YOU IDIOT PERVERT!'

She turned her head to see if anyone had heard her thoughts. Blushing hard, she mentally slapped herself. Of course, no one can read minds!

Her brain drifted off once again. Although his playfulness seemed to have gone, his looks hadn't faded awa―

'I'm becoming a pervert like that idiot! I'm gonna kick him for infecting me with his perversion and'

She buried her head in her hands. Right. That was already long ago.

'It's been five years, Misaki. Get over it.'

The realist speaking those words in her head make her ask herself questions she knew she wouldn't be able to answer.

Was she really not over him yet?
Or more importantly, did she even want to get over him?

She looked at her hands. Unbeknownst to her, she had started breaking and scratching her nails out. It was usually a bad habit of hers to do so, and she would only realise that she had been ruining her nails after the pain struck sharp and her fingers started to bleed.

Ayuzawa Misaki was good at anything that she did; cooking being the only thing that defied this ability. She was good at studies; she was good at physical combat and athletics; she was good at being a sister and a daughter―heck, she was even good at being good itself. Ayuzawa Misaki was good at anything that life threw at her―which is why she was able to juggle being a part-time maid at a cosplay café, a student and a student council president, a child, a sister, a friend, a young woman, and a good person at the same time.

But she was never an expert in love.

She was given the handbook of life and all the possible shit that it could hurl at her, but the book was missing a page. It didn't say anything about love. The raven-haired did not know what to do when it came to love that wasn't love for family or friends, and she didn't know that she could be bad at something other than cooking.

She was good at everything but cooking until he came along.

He was a beautiful exception to her law of being good. He broke down the walls that she built to keep the Ayuzawa Misaki she knew would never be able to withstand the world that was shattered by the carelessness of her father. Those walls that she defended from even the slightest wind, and he effortlessly did so just by letting her know of his existence.

Yes. He was a beautiful exception to her law of being good.

It was only a matter of acceptance, but she was quite aware of it the day she came to know about a certain Usui Takumi.

'Damn it. You're such an idiot Usui. Invading my thoughts like this...'

Feeling rather fatigued, she was on the brink of falling asleep when she received a phone call.

"Moshi moshi?" She whispered.

"Hi Sis. Please come to Maid Latté. I went earlier and met Hina―" Suzuna was interrupted as someone snatched her phone.

"Hi Misaki! You never told us that Suzuna was coming! And we're all at Maid Latté! Satsuki-san is giving us free―ow!"

"Sorry Sis, but come quick! We're all waiting for you and Kyoand oh, don't tell him yet, okay?"

The call was ended before she even had the chance to think of something to say.

Looking out of the window, she saw the bus stop near their (new) destination.

"Kyo, wake up! Quick! We have to go down now!"

"Huh?"

"Chotto matte!" Misaki shouted to the bus driver. "Hurry up, Kyo-kun! It's our stop!"

After registering where they had gone down at, Kyo looked at her questioningly. "'Kaa-chan! This isn't the stop near our house!" He started waving his hands. "HEY BUS! HEY BUS! COME BACK!"

"No Kyo! We're at the right stop! Um, y-you wanna eat cupcakes? I know a cute café, you know!"

"But I'm tired of cupca―ouch!"

Misaki looked up to see a man walking away from them indifferently.

'Wait, did he just bump into Kyo-kun without apologising?'

"HEY YOU IDIOT!"

But the man was already somewhere far.


Usui Takumi hummed a tune, attempting to block out any traces of her existence in his mind. Today, it seemed as if she was actually there: through that little brunet, the frantic woman shouting in his building, and even the little boy's scent. Is this really what happens to lovesick people? You know, those people who go mad and start hallucinating and all that crazy shit. Well...

"I'm tired of cupca―ouch!"

'Even that little boy is all over my mind now. What the fu―'

"HEY YOU IDIOT!"

Usui Takumi ran.

He didn't know if he ran to get away from some possessive mother, or because he heard Ayuzawa Misaki's voice as the woman shouted. He knew though, that he had to see Maid Latté at least one last time.

Just one last time before he would return to England. Besides, going back just meant working, and working meant that he could pass time way faster and move on to the next life.

He can finally try and learn to accept the fact that she and he were just an old memory.


"Well, come on Kyo. I know a shortcut."

"'Kaa-chan, can we go home to 'tou-san?"

"Yes, yes. But I want to show you a cool place. You see, 'kaa-chan used to work here when she was in high school. High school is a place where big boys and girls study. But anyway, I want to show you my old workplace. People are really nice there too!"

As she talked, she barely realised that they had arrived at their destination. "Oh look, Kyo-kun. We're here!"

"Oh..."

Ayuzawa Misaki looked up at the building; it was as pretty as a picture as it had been before. It had looked the same, except for a few paint-jobs here and there, but still the same.

The last time that she had to work here was five years ago. That was the time when they had to move out so that they could mortgage their house and lot, but two years later, she was able to pull herself and her family out of the quicksand that they were in, and they were soon able to live in their old house again.

Temporarily forgetting about all the events that had occurred, she set a smile on her face as she opened the door.


Usui Takumi walked to the place where he first saw her in that ridiculously cute and revealing outfit. He smiled and blushed lightly; he remembered how she looked all too well. She was so embarrassed―so scared that he'd tip over her biggest secret, but what made his heart throb in joy and pain was when she told him about her father. He knew that he was the first to know about a hidden side of the demon president, but it hurt him as well that she belonged in a broken family. It hurt him that she had to feel what he felt.

No female interested Takumi―not one bit. He never, in his whole existence, imagined himself falling so hard for someone. Falling in love for that matter.

But Ayuzawa Misaki was a beautiful exception. She was strong and she defined what love meant. She was so full of love which she never knew she had, and he himself had felt it. The apathetic blond had learned how to love, and all the love he had learned to harbour was all for her, and soon, he found himself loving the people whose lives she had radiated with her love as well.

But what can one do, when he finally learns to love? What can he do when that love is only for a certain person? And what more could he do, if that certain person was gone―and didn't love him back?

He breathed out a sigh. Who would have guessed that the great CEO of the Walker Corps., grandson and blood-tied to the Walkers of England, was lovesick, bound and chained to, and drowning in thought about a certain person?

'All the love's still there―I just don't know what to do with it now.'

He was certain of the fact that he could never love another woman―he had fallen in too deep.

He shook his head.

No. To the depths of Hell that thought should be. He was certain of the fact that he could never let his love be for someone else. It wasn't a choice. Rather, it was something that could not be changed. He could only continue to love, even if that love wasn't reciprocated. He could only continue to love her, because that's all that it really was. He was just in love with her, that he could only continue harbouring more and more of that love for her, even if it killed him.

Usui Takumi sat on the ground and leaned on the wall, feeling the harsh yet gentle snow kiss his skin. He felt his face freeze as snow met skin. It was way too cold tonight, but he didn't really care. He would sleep here tonight; he was going to leave to another continent tomorrow anyway, so spending his last moments in Japan near the building that held a lot of his memories with her only made perfect sense.

Closing his eyes, he saw those pretty amber jewels that haunted his dreams. And Usui Takumi knew then that he could die happily, as long as the last thing that he could see were those eyes that wholly captured his soul and being.

However, he didn't expect it to happen in reality.

Usui Takumi did not expect to open his eyes to ones which he had longed for.


Writer-kun: Ba dum tss. I think I'm the only one enjoying the prolonging of their meeting wtf. I just can't help it guys. But don't worry, all is probably (and hopefully) planned :D

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