Victorian Times
Chapter 8: The Truth Hidden Beneath the Lies
Disclaimer: I don't own Kaichou wa Maid-Sama~!
I'm so lazy when it comes to updating. Curse the day those history packets were born. .-. Meanwhile, I have about 23 assignments left... Enjoy?
BTW, krissy2lip, most of the things in this fanfiction are just...well, fiction. XD Most of the facts aren't very accurate, so you'll have to accept my apologies. It's true that they used horse and buggy back then, and I don't think they allowed short skirts, either? I'm not sure. Also, about the aliens, I'm not sure about that either. I don't know when the concept of extraterrestrial life formed.
"My old man owns a clothing shop and he works there as a seamster. It's a family business, so everyone has to work there, including me. The problem is, the shop is close to my school, and everyone always makes fun of me for working there. They think it's girly. I wanted to quit, but the old man says no. Knowing that it was hopeless to try again, I instead asked if I could work as a girl. That way, I could also model dresses to attract female customers. My dad is pretty perverted, actually, since the only reason he worked at his own shop was to stare at the females. He even designs underwear! That sick old lecher. Anyways, he actually said no! I couldn't believe it. I decided to work as a girl anyways, but then he got mad and kicked me out, so here I am," Aoi explained in one breath.
"Ehh? Aoi-chan? You got kicked out?" Satsuki worriedly shouted. Aoi curtly nodded, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Satsuki sighed and mumbled something silently to herself. The rest of the employees were still silent, but after a while, things went back to normal and everyone resumed what they were doing.
"-Sigh- I can't believe there was such a fuss today," Misaki said to herself. She couldn't wait to go home and take a nap -after dinner, of course. Suddenly, she felt a sensation. It was the stalker again. Misaki whipped her head around, looking for anything suspicious. She saw a silhouette beckon her to come into a dark alleyway. Not thinking straight, she charged toward the shadow with only one thing on her mind: punishment(Ahaha, Misaki you sadist...). Arriving at the aforementioned location, she observed her surroundings, but she couldn't find the shadow from before. Without warning, a damp sack was placed over her. The sack was filled with a foul odor, and Misaki couldn't help but think that she was inside a garbage bag, but she couldn't feel anything around her. She tried to force her way out, but something or someone was stopping her. Misa felt her supply of oxygen running low, but a few holes were poked into the bag right after. She inched closer to the biggest hole, peering out. The hole wasn't big enough for her to see too much, but she knew that she was in the trunk of a car. Heading where? She wasn't sure.
Misaki slowly opened her eyes as an image came into view. She was in a dark room and couldn't see anything, yet again. Yeesh, she really needed to eat her carrots! "Awake, my dear?" a smooth, baritone voice called out (Is that even what he sounds like? I didn't bother to check).
"Who are you?" Misaki cried. She started to get up, but she noticed she had been tied to a chair. She also noticed -wtf?- that she was wearing a slutty uniform. Her thighs were exposed, along with a fraction of her chest. "And what the heck is with this perverted outfit?"
"Oh? You don't like it? I even had the(NOT)decency to change you myself," the voice rang out. Lights flickered on, revealing the person behind the words. The man was around Misaki's age, wearing a black and white uniform. He had yellow green hair, which, to Misaki, looked like Aoi's puke from earlier in the day.
"WHAT?" Misaki yelled, enraged. This person, whoever he was, had violated her! The man smirked playfully as he drew closer. "Who are you?" Misaki repeated, almost shaking in fear.
"I am Igarashi Tora," the man introduced. He was standing in front of Misa now, looking down at her. Misaki gasped, her eyes widening. Igarashi Tora was the son of a rich and famous author, Charles Dickens(NO THAT'S NOT IT), or at least Misaki thought so. Still, just to be sure, she asked him about himself. "Oh? You want to get to know me better, Misa-chan?" Tora said, teasing the restrained girl in front of him. Misaki shot him a glare, but he simply ignored it and continued, "I come from a rich family. My father is the owner of a very successful factory. Perhaps you've heard of it? Vales Manufacturing."
Vales Manufact...-! Vales Manufacturing? That was the company that was trying to force Bastiol Factory to shut down! "You bastard!" Misaki cried, enraged. Igarashi smirked again, a dangerous vibe coming from him.
"Now, now," he whispered into the raven-haired girl's ear, causing her to flinch, "you wouldn't want to anger me, would you? I mean, what would happen to that precious factory and restaurant if you did?" Misaki gasped. He knew about the restaurant, too? Meanwhile, Igarashi was observing the restrained girl, wondering what she would do next. Her pained facial expression, Igarashi noted, was just so cute. Yes...he wanted her to suffer more. (He's a pure sadist. Need I say more?) Misaki hung her head down. Damn it. Damn it all! Where was Usui when- wait a minute, Misaki realized. Recently, all she has ever been doing was being saved by Usui. When did that happen? When had she become dependent? With her anger level -OVER 9000!(wtf...)- at 100%, the demon girl clenched her teeth and balled her fists.
"GRAAAHHHHH!" she cried as she broke through the tough material binding her to the wooden chair. "Igarashi Tora..." she growled, "YOU WILL PAY!"
AHAHAHAHA. That was so very short. Now if only my textbooks and homework were this short...-sigh- I actually had to delay all of my homework just to finish this little passage. Anyways, I apologize for this; you should have been expecting more, but I'm just completely overwhelmed with all of these freaking essays. ;~; Again, I would like to apologize, but you could treat this chapter as the blurb before the climax...or...something like that...
