The following contains: a dangerously sexy alien (side-effects may result in nosebleeds), violence, a made-up representation of gangs, inappropriate language, embarrassing and awkward situations, feats of inhuman/unrealistic strength, speed, and mutant powers that cannot be achieved in real life (sadly) and should not be attempted unless you are an actual alien or mutant. And yes, this is a USUI X OC alternate Universe.
DISCLAIMER: original manga and all rights belong to Hiro Fujiwara, who is awesome.
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*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"sSHHUDAAAP!" Saya punched her alarm clock. The brain-drilling sound silenced and Saya stared with dead eyes at the darkness in her apartment.
So…..early…. She sunk her face into her pillow. It had been a while since she'd been on the school routine, given that she had dropped out for the Showdown. She was going through sleeping-in withdrawal.
But she knew she should get up.
But whhyyyyy? It's not like school teaches me anything anyway…I can use a calculator and I know how to rob a bank. I'm set for life.
But she had to get up if she wanted to get emancipated from her father. Graduating was a requirement.
"Dam Puddin' Pop," she cursed her parole officer as she got dressed.
…..
Her stomach rumbled on her way to school.
"Man…" she mumbled wretchedly to herself. How am I supposed to get a job when I have no money for food and I'm to hungry to keep looking for a job so I can eat? She added a 4th piece of gum to the wad she was chewing for breakfast.
"And why does the flavor die so quickly?" she mumbled again.
Suddenly her spider-senses were tingling and she whipped out her right arm to catch whatever object someone had just hurled at her.
"Eh?" she blinked at the item she'd caught in her hand.
It was a phone. She looked around for the culprit but didn't see anyone who looked suspicious, just a bunch of other students. Then the phone went off.
"I believe in Miracles!
Where you from?! You sexy Thang!"
Saya's eyes nearly bugged out of her head at the embarrassing ringtone. The cynical side of her brain told her to drop it and run, but the self-conscious side of her told her to answer it before she got any more giggly stares from the students around her.
"…Since you came along! You sexy Thang!
You sexy Thang, you…"
"Who the hell is this?" she threatened in a hushed voice when she answered.
"It's me."
"GAAAH!" Saya jumped and spun around. Usui was standing smugly behind her, holding his cell phone to his ear.
"HOW DO YOU KEEP DOING THAT?!" Seriously. How did he keep doing that?
"Doing what?" He blinked at her playfully.
Saya glared at him hopelessly. This guy is seriously on some expert level ninja stalking….and he's clearly not at liberty to tell me who he's working for.
"Nevermind," she huffed angrily. "What's the big idea huh? Why the cell phone sneak attack?"
"I think what you mean to say is," he shut his phone and looked at her smoothly through his messy honey-blonde bangs. "Thank you Takumi, for the free cellphone."
"Huh?" she titled her head and blinked at him.
"It's for you. Since you smashed yours like an idiot and gave me that taser," he smiled down at her. He liked giving people presents. But he usually didn't have anybody around who he could spoil.
"Oh…you didn't have to do that," she looked at the phone in her hands. "I didn't give you that taser just so you could pay me back for it. I did that for safety reasons…"she stared up at him from under her hood.
"Yah but tasers are expensive you know? I googled it and they can cost up to $500," Usui ran over the facts he had learned last night. (A/N: I'm sorry I didn't bother converting dollars to Yen.)
"Not if you're me," Saya smiled mischievously to herself.
"What's that mean Saya-chan?" Usui blinked curiously.
"I know a guy who knows a guy...," she waved her hand in a business-like manner. And that guy knew he'd get his ass kicked if he didn't service the Cutthroat Showdown Heiress at 80% off. Heh heh. Ahhh, Luigi…I should really introduce him to Svettlata….;)
"You go it illegally through the black market?" Usui stared at her. "…Cool."
"Yeah so, it was no biggie….so thanks for the gesture but, you don't own me anything," she went to hand the cellphone back to him.
"Keep it," he took her hands and closed them over the cellphone.
"But I just told you—"
"Yah yah, you got me the taser out of the goodness of your heart. That's fine," he smiled at her. "If you don't want us to be even, then you can just be indebted to me now."
"Wait…" her eyes flashed with confusion. "You can't force me to take this if it means I owe you!"
"Oh, so it'd be charity then?" he smirked.
"What?! I don't need charity smartass! I am fully capable of paying you back for this!" then she thought about it for a moment. "But…I just don't want it right now…" she tried giving it back again. She didn't even have her stupid job yet. How could she afford to reimburse him for a brand new phone?!
"It's bad manners to return a gift Saya-chan," Usui shoved the phone back her way. "You don't wanna hurt my feelings do you?" he raised an eyebrow ruefully at her.
Saya stubbornly lowered her head and started mumbling something about radiant manipulation.
"Aww, you do care," Usui petted her head fondly. He was starting to get used to her mumbling denial over their friendship.
"Stop that!" she broke away from him. "I just—I can't afford to pay you back so I don't think it's fair if I take it!" Saya didn't like not being able to cover her own debts. She'd rather completely avoid getting an i-owe-you than having it build up over time with interest.
"Who says I want money?"
Saya's eyes snapped up at him and his eyes were glazing over her with the foxiest eyebrow wiggle she had ever seen.
"….is that code for some alien ritual that humans don't know about?" She hoped it was. Because if it wasn't, she didn't know how long she could ignore his flirtatious pestering.
It was like he was one of those guys who knew he was gorgeous, and was only flirting BECAUSE he knew he was gorgeous, and he knew he could make any girl squirm just by making eye contact. It probably didn't even matter what girl he was talking to. As long as they found him attractive he'd be satisfied with the blushing embarrassment of his target. Mostly Saya was just mad that she could be this susceptible to his pheromones. Why was she even thinking these thoughts in the first place. WHY DO I EVEN CARE?!
Usui smirked at her bashful expression and leaned into the crook of her neck so he could whisper.
"Be my personal maid for a week," he brushed past her hood and her ear.
"A WEEK?" she jumped backwards. "What the hell is wrong with you!? I'd never do that PERIOD! What makes you think I'd do it for a week?!"
"Cellphones are expensive, I even got you a touch screen, see? I think a week is more than a fair deal," he scratched his chin, calculating.
"No. Sorry, but no," she shook her head as if someone had just invited her to go surfing…in water. She was petrified of deep water.
"Then you'll have to think of something. But it will need my approval," he whispered again with a charming grin before leaving her standing in the middle of the sidewalk.
Saya twitched to herself. How….how is it possible for him to frighten me so deeply? I'M A THUG! I SHOULD BE STEALING HIS LUNCH MONEY!
It was so pathetic; her reputation would be in shambles if he kept this up. The Heiress of the Cutthroat Showdown…bested by the winky face of an alien….I'M RUINED!
Her train of miserable thoughts was broken by the new phone going off again.
"I believe in Miracles!"
This time she noticed there was a picture that popped up with Usui's name. It was a photo of the picture she had drawn for him back in the print shop. She had to stop herself from laughing that he had actually kept it.
"You know I can still see you right?" she said as soon as she answered the phone. He was about 50 feet away from her by now, almost at the gate to the school. He turned around and started walking backwards as he replied through the phone.
"I forgot to ask you what you thought of the ringtone? I picked it out especially for me," he snickered cheekily through the receiver. "Fitting, wouldn't you say?"
"Honestly, I'm a little disappointed." She started heading towards the school. "I expected more creativity, but don't worry. I'll change it to something more accurate by the end of the day….The picture was a nice touch though."
"I'm glad you like it," Usui was disappearing backwards through the gate. "Can you guess what ringtone I picked out for you?"
"Hmm," Saya thought to herself. "Is it the Despicable Me song?"
"Heh, if you really want to find out—" Saya swore she could hear him smiling, "—Call me maybe?"
"Oh God no!" Saya practically snorted. "Please tell me it's NOT that!?"
"Don't be late for class Saya-chan! Sit by me, yah?" *Click*
Saya hung up the phone and frowned at it. Oh right…he's in my class….
"Saya!"
Saya looked up and saw Misaki beckoning to her from the gate.
"Morning President," Saya hustled over at the irritation on Misaki's face. "Why the long face?" she asked respectfully.
"I have some bad news…" Misaki sighed. "The principal rejected our petition…bastard-*COUGH* …so…sorry but, as Student Council President I'm afraid I have to ask you to change into this." She held out one of the girl uniforms with a skirt, clearly unhappy with the failure of their efforts.
Saya pointed blankly at the outfit."…But….that's still optional….right?"
Misaki shook her head solemnly.
"It's a requirement…and I can't go easy on the girls all the time, so please put it on." Misaki had learned a while ago from Usui that she needed to be fair to the entire student body, and not just crack down on the boys. Though in this case she wished she could let it slide, then maybe she wouldn't have to wear a skirt herself.
"No, it's okay," Saya tried to put aside her aversion and took the uniform. "I know how it is having to keep a horde of juveniles under control. You've gotta keep them in line all around, otherwise they mutiny."
The two girls nodded sympathetically with understanding.
"I can keep my jacket on though, right?"
Misaki looked at her guiltily. "Actually…I wanted to talk to you about that…."
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Usui was staring out the window sleepily when Saya walked in.
She saw the empty desk next to Usui and looked at the empty desk near the front where she had sat yesterday.
"Whoa check out the new chick," a student nudged one of his buddies.
"Wait is she another transfer student?" he and his friend eyed her. "Sweeeeet."
Saya's eyebrow twitched. Clearly they did not recognize her since she was in the girls uniform and not wearing her hoodie.
She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Boom: Usui's sights were fixed on her.
Saya self-consciously swept her scarlet hair behind one ear and fixed one of her earphones. She decided to take the seat up front.
"Hey."
Saya looked over and saw the same two boys grinning at her.
"I wouldn't sit there if I were you," one of them said.
"Yah, you're new around here so you probably don't know, but that desk belongs to a gangster who terrorizes the school," the other said.
"Yeah that's the Wildcat's seat. She's a pyscho! You don't want to get on her bad side, trust me."
"We've got a lovely spot open for you right here," the student patted the desk next to him. "And who knows, maybe we can show you around the school, since you're new."
"Yeah we do you a favor, you do us a favor," his friend winked slyly. "Maybe after school when we take you out?"
Saya was about to show them just how psycho the Wildcat really was—when her phone went off.
"I believe in Miracles!
Where you from?! You sexy Thang!"
"EeeeK!" she fumbled to take it out of her pocket and silence it. Several students were chuckling at her and the two boys looked at each other blankly.
Saya looked and saw it was a text message.
Usui:
Sit by me.
"That's a modest ringtone," the student close to her scoffed. She glared at him.
"Yah well…it let's me know my Father's put out a new hit on someone's head," she replied icily. "You think I'd be stupid enough to use an obvious ringtone like the soundtrack from The Godfather? How dare you underestimate the mob." She tilted her head in a predator-like manner.
The two students looked at each other in horror. "Wait.."
"Are you…?" The two boys looked at each other faintly. "WE'RE SO SORRY! WE WERE KIDDING MISS WILDCAT!" one of them flailed his hands in apology, and the other flew to the floor to bow down.
"PLEASE DON'T PUT A HIT ON US FOR OUR INEXCUSABLE MISTAKE!"
"As if I'd waste my money hiring someone to assassinate the likes of you," she narrowed her eyes and then smiled darkly. "I'd just do it myself."
"AAAHHHHH!"
"OH GOD PLEASE NO! I'M A VIRGIN! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"
Saya was satisfied with their groveling, so she dropped her act and looked back down at a new message.
Usui:
Nobody is allowed to sit by you,
Nobody But Me ;)
Saya kept herself from looking in Usui's direction out of the corner of her eye. She hadn't missed the song title reference in his message. She smirked and thought of her own song title she could work into her reply.
Saya:
Forget You.
I sit where I want.
She hit the send button and after a few seconds, a song rang out in the classroom.
"Come my Lady. Come come my Lady.
You're my Butterfly,
Sugar, Baby."
(A/N: the song is Butterfly by Crazy Town. You think you don't know it but if you're a 90's kid like me, you've heard it before hehehe.)
"BAAAAHAHAHHAh—cwah*coughcough*" Saya had to cover her face and pretend she was having a coughing fit. Her eyes were almost tearing up. THAT SONG IS SO WEIRD AND CHEESY! OH MY GAWD! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!
"Come my Lady, you're my pretty baby,
I'll make your legs shake, you make me go Crazy."
"Uhh..Usui-san," a fellow student was chuckling in the back. "What kind of ringtone is that?"
Saya could hear the few other girls that were in the classroom giggling and gossiping over the interesting development of Usui's taste in American music.
"Who is it from?" another student said and tried peeking over Usui's shoulder.
Usui kept the text to himself and shrugged his shoulder's lightly at his classmates.
"My cleaning lady. We're very close," he glanced smugly over at Saya and saw her turn rigid in her chair and slowly slink down into her desk.
I AIN'T NOBODY'S CLEANING LADY! Saya thought with much disgrace. Instead of announcing her thoughts to the class and making a scene, she turned up her IPod till she could no longer hear anything and slouched moodily at her desk until the teacher showed.
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Lunch Period:
Usui got out of his desk and walked over to Saya. She was still sitting hunched over and scribbling in her notebook. Her feet were tapping lightly to the beat of whatever she was listening to.
He unplugged one of her ears.
"What are you drawing?" he craned his neck to see past her shoulders.
My imaginary lunch, Saya thought weakly to herself. "Nothing," she sighed and added some finishing touches to her embellishment of a double-layered red velvet cake slice.
Usui watched her carefully adding sparkles to enhance the commercial quality dessert. He vaguely glanced over to the other side of the room and saw the two guys who had been hitting on her this morning talking together.
"Why are you dressed like a girl today?" he returned his focus to her dark scarlet hair that hung freely around her face.
"Hmmph," she reeled. "Misaki said that since I'm on the student council, I need to set an example for girls….and she thought that wearing my hood and stuff wasn't helping with the welcoming environment she's trying to create. Which I understand…but that doesn't mean I like it…"
Her eyes were still on her paper when she felt the new phone vibrating in her pocket. She looked at Usui and saw him holding his phone in his hand with a playful gleam in his eye.
"You could just say it you know…" Saya huffed and looked at his message.
Usui:
Baby I like it.
Saya snorted and squinted up at him crookedly.
"Is that the best you can do?" she smiled at him.
"At least I'm winning," Usui tilted his head at her mischievously.
"You are not!" Saya claimed defiantly, then turned away and started counting on her fingers. "…eight, nine…ten," she mumbled as she remembered Usui's past song references.
"Elven," Usui finished. "And you only have ten—" His phone went off. He smirked at Saya and looked to see her text.
Saya:
Winning!
Usui smirked up from his phone. "Is that even a real song?"
"Yep, it's by the artist Savannah. I just googled it," Saya answered him with a cheesy smile.
"That's cheating," Usui chided. "And it's inaccurate. You're not winning, we're tied now."
"But I will win," Saya made a point of her predestined victory and stood up. "Becaaaahz, ALL I DO IS WIN! WIN! WIN! NO MATTER WHAT!" Saya head-banged as she swaggered out the classroom. "GOT MONEY ON MY MIND, N'I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH!"
Several of the students watched her and her hard-core gangsta imitation.
"AND EVERAH TIME I STEP UP IN THE BUUUiILDIN—" Saya pointed dangerously at the whole class, "—EVERBADAY'S HANDS GO UP!" She shot her hand above her head and the majority of the class fearfully followed her example. "AND THEY STAY THERE!" She finished with a bragging smirk at then swept out of the classroom.
"D-do you think it's okay to put our h-hands down now?" a student asked his fellow classmates.
Usui chuckled and sighed. He'd probably have to spend the rest of the day trying to get her to stop avoiding him—
"Oi slowpoke, you coming?" She was peering around the doorway back into the classroom. "Or are you not eating lunch today?" she asked him.
He blinked. "You want to eat lunch with me?"
"I guess," Saya shrugged at him. "…Hey! DID ANYONE GIVE YOU THE ORDER TO PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN?!" she snapped at the relaxing students in the room.
"WE'RE SORRY MISS WILDCAT!"
"I'm just screwing with you guys, you can put them down. Sheesh," she smiled gleefully and the students breathed with relief.
Usui waltzed towards the doorway and tilted his head idly at Saya. "Shall I escort you to the roof then?"
"Escort, no. Accompany, yes," Saya regarded him with a high set chin.
"Is there really a difference?" Usui arched an eyebrow at her.
"Escorting would imply we were going someplace fancy," Saya answered him. "And I'm only eating with you so I can steal part of your lunch."
"Ahh. The truth comes out. You're jealous of my cooking," Usui replied cheerfully.
"Sure I am," Saya rolled her eyes.
"You will be," he flashed her a sideways smirk, wiggling one eyebrow.
Saya glanced at him warily. Just because he obviously had a lot of knowledge about food, didn't mean he knew how to cook. Highschool guys suck at cooking. So there was no way Usui could cook, let alone be better than her. Then she remembered Misaki had said Usui was good at everything…V_V
She was debating on stealing some random kids lunch so she would have an excuse not to try whatever Usui had, but then she saw him….Hehehehehhehehe.
"Ohhhh, there he is," her eyes slanted darkly on her target.
"Hmm?" Usui noticed she had stopped walking.
"It's that shy kid. Heh heeh heeehehe… Wait here a moment. I have to ruin his day—OOOOOOH KANOU-KUN!"
Down the hallway Kanou turned at the sound of his name.
And he panicked.
No! Not that girl again! Why was she looking for him? WHY? What had he done to deserve this torture!? Okay..so maybe this is karma for those kids I hypnotized so I could get some free coins at the arcade—BUT THAT WAS AN EMERGENCY! I WAS ABOUT TO BREAK MY OLD RECORD!
"Kanou! I NEED to talk to you! Please!" the Wildcat bounded down the hallway towards him. "Okay look…" she stood in front of him, biting her lip in an embarrassed manner. "I know I just met you….and this is Crazy…" she twirled her scarlet hair in her finger girlishly. "But I'm your soulmate…Now love me baby!" she opened her arms widely at him and luridly thrust her chest forward.
"EH?" Kanou's eyebrows shot up with a jolt.
"HEHEHEHHE! Your face is priceless every time!" she smiled good-naturedly at him and he felt his cheeks heat up. "Truly, I could fall in love with how adorable you are. Headed to lunch?"
Kanou eyed her shiftily. He blinked at her girl's uniform, but gave her a stiff nod.
"By yourself?" she leaned past his hood to look at him.
"N-no," he swallowed and fixed his glasses. "I eat w-with Yukimura…"
"Ahh shucks," she clicked her tongue. "I was hoping to get you alone in the janitors closet or something."
"Guess you'll have to settle for me then, Saya-chan."
Kanou turned around to come face to face with Usui, who was casting him a hard gaze out of the corner of his eye.
"Nah," Saya crossed her arms. "No offense Usui, but I want my babies to be cute. I don't like the idea of giving birth to some alien half-breed with tentacles. That scene from Men in Black was gross enough. Plus your hair is such a lovely blue," she brushed Kanou's bangs out of his eyes.
Kanou flinched harshly at the girl's touch and flashed Usui a glance. Usui's expression was more standoffish than usual, but only for an instant. As soon as Usui looked back at Saya, his regular troublesome demeanor resurfaced.
"I'm in greater need of a closet romance than he is. The survival of my species is dependent on you," the blonde-haired boy clasped Saya's hands ardently together in his. "C'mon Saya-chan, don't you want a lover from out of this world?"
"Tempting," Saya considered Usui's point. "But no. I'd much rather prefer someone I can manipulate, so Kanou-kun perfect." She smiled brightly at the hooded teen.
"He might manipulate you before you have time to manipulate him," Usui smirked. "Kanou here has a history of brain-washing people to do his bidding. Isn't that right Kanou-kun?"
"I wouldn't call it brain-washing…" Kanou said nervously, looking for a way out of the conversation. "Besides…I-I don't do that anymore…"
"WHAT?!" Saya gaped at Kanou. "You're an evil manipulative mastermind and you didn't tell me!?"
"He hypnotizes the feeble-minded," Usui explained with a loathing glance towards Kanou.
"Ooooo! Do me! I want to!" Saya hopped up and down with her hand in the air. "I volunteer as tribute!"
Usui shot Saya a betrayed gawk and grabbed her wrist to put her hand down. "I don't think so Saya-chan. Unless you want me to take advantage of you in your spellbound state?"
Saya frowned at him unhappily. "Why do you always ruin my fun?"
"I don't like when you are having fun without me."
"I thought we were all having fun," Saya looked around cluelessly at both Kanou and Usui. "I mean c'mon, who doesn't love a good magic trick? I'm a sucker for a good magic trick!"
"I think I'll go now," Kanou gave a quick bow of his head and hastily walked around Usui. Yukimura was probably waiting on him.
"Okay! Maybe next time then!" Saya waved with a smile as the blue-haired boy retreated down the hall. Then she faced Usui with a sulky expression. "You scared him away."
"It's not my fault he's lacking in confidence and feels threatened by my devilish charms and outstanding swagger…Cookie?" the blonde-haired student offered the snack from his lunchbox.
"And spoil my appetite before I eat your lunch..? Sure, thanks," Saya graciously seized the cookie from his hand and took a big chomp out of the chocolate chip treat.
"Like it?" Usui eyed her smugly.
"Mmm-hmm," Saya nodded merrily. "It's yummy."
"I made it myself," he said with pride.
Saya stopped in mid chew. "Really?"
"Indeed I did. Surprised by my delectable goodies?" Usui wiggled his eyebrows. "There's plenty more where that came from."
"Please, any moron with a cook book can bake a chocolate chip cookie," Saya scoffed and went to take a second bite when Usui caught her wrist.
"But they can't make your mouth water the way I can," the green-eyed boy gave her a foxy grin and took a clean bite of the cookie in her hand.
Saya had to take a second to find her nerve in the face of that smoldering smartass. "…If my mouth is watering, it's only because…your.."
Usui raised an eyebrow.
"You…" And she lost her nerve. "You're the devil," Saya muttered with a demonic twitch and started down the hallway, finishing off the cookie.
Usui took his time following after her. He wanted to bask in the triumph of running Saya out of comebacks. He also wanted the view of the Wildcat from behind.
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On The Roof:
"…so we dump a whole bag of Bugle Chips on him and book it the hell out of there to take cover under the beach umbrella," Saya was explaining between bites of their shared lunch. "Me and my brother look back, and the flock of seagulls we'd been luring swarms my little cousin. And he tries beating them off of him and running—and we're cracking up cuz the plan worked like a charm—but they were on him like dingoes on a baby. They followed him for the rest of the day. He had to stay underwater if he wanted them to leave him alone. But they'd just sit on top of the water and wait for him to come up."
"You were an evil child," Usui said thoughtfully, picking more rice out of his lunchbox with his chopsticks.
"He deserved it! That's what you get when you eat all my goldfish crackers! And if you don't stop stealing my portion of rice, you will meet the same fate," Saya sealed her threat.
"And how will you do that? I don't see any seagulls around here," Usui casually glanced over the rooftop, then back to Saya with a smile. He liked talking alone with her and listening to her stories about her childhood like this. He was curious to learn that she had an older brother, though Saya had brushed over the details about him and gone straight to the torment of her younger cousin.
"Then I guess you'll have to settle for death by squirrels," Saya shrugged helplessly.
Usui laughed, but didn't surrender the rest of his food. "So do you and your brother still talk to this cousin? Or has he never forgiven you for selling him out as bird bait?"
"I haven't seen him in a few years," Saya answered vaguely.
"He's not a Cutthroat?"
"Nah, he's from my Mom's side of the family," Saya spun her chopsticks absently in her hand. "Plus he's a girly boy—he looked more like a girl than I did when I was little. I'd tease him about that and then he'd call me a fatass for always eating so much," Saya laughed. "So you know, we got a long pretty well."
It got quiet for a while as they finished up lunch.
"The last dumpling is yours if you want it, Saya-chan," Usui offered.
"That's okay, thanks." Saya laid back to look at the clouds for a few minutes before they had to leave for class. "Your cooking's not half bad, but I think I've reached my limit." She was lying of course. He cooking was as good as hers…maybe better…. possibly on addictive level. No way..that can't be true.. I was just hungry that's all...I haven't eaten anything in the past 18 hours. She had to decline in order to be polite. Otherwise, she'd eat EVERYTHING.
Usui shrugged and downed the last of the meal. Then looked up at the sky himself. "Have you had any luck in your job search?" he asked.
"Nope," Saya sighed. "Pretty much everywhere I apply I get turned down. I think my Dad's behind it…him and his stupid connections…" Saya mumbled sourly.
"So what will you do?"
"Well, I could always sell blood," the Wildcat looked at Usui. "At least then I'd get free cookies...But I'm hoping it won't come to that."
"You should ask Misaki's boss for a job," Usui suggested. "I'm sure she'd help you."
"Are you proposing…" Saya slowly sat up. "…That I take on MAID WORK as a profession?" she blinked at him furiously. "Do I inspire no fear at all in you? Or do you WANT me to kick your ass?"
"What? You'd make a lovely maid waitress."
"I resent that!" Saya shot on to her feet. "I am a gangsta! You know, Thug Life!?"
"You also look great in a corset," Usui teased her further.
"Dude, stop," Saya held her hand out and face-palmed herself with the other hand.
"What other option do you have?" Usui stood up next to her. "If it's good enough for Misaki, it's good enough for you. Otherwise I suppose you'd better locate a clinic with sterile blood pumping equipment." The green-eyed boy strolled toward the school roof's doors.
Saya glowered at him despising. He was loving this a little too much and it was pissing her off. She did need a job ASAP. But surely there was another option? ANYTHING. Even one of those mascot people who dance around in chicken suits and wave 'Grand Opening' signs would be better than dressing up as a goddamn maid everyday! I COULD ROCK A CHICKEN SUIT!
"You shouldn't be so picky when you're unemployed, Saya-chan," Usui smirked and disappeared behind the doors into the school.
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After School:
Saya, Misaki and Usui had finished their student council business and were approaching Maid-Latte.
What am I doing with my life? How could I have sunken so low?! Saya thought depressingly and drew up her hoodie. Though for some reason a misty familiarity was coming over her as she laid eyes on the Café. Have I seen this place before?
"I'm not sure if my Manager will have an opening for you, Saya," Misaki was saying. "But if she does…you don't have to take it…" Both girls looked at each other with identically sympathetic expressions.
"But you should," Usui added with conviction and Saya gave him a squinty glare.
"Why are you the way that you are?" the Wildcat asked in honest rudeness.
Usui just smiled. "You mean, devastatingly handsome?" he gushed. Misaki rolled her eyes as they walked along to the alley door entrance.
"Satan is more along the lines I was thinking…" Saya continued to scowl. "That's it!" she shouted suddenly and started programing something into her cellphone. "That's you're new ringtone! Devil In Disguise!"
"By Elvis?" Usui smirked. "I'm flattered."
"Shut up Usui, we're here," Misaki held the door open for the two of them.
"Thanks," Saya stepped in after Usui and Misaki followed. They were in a back storage room with row of lockers. Saya scanned the place carefully. There were some boxes stuffed with girly looking costumes, cleaning supplies, and then she spied the kitchen—
"You're here again?! Why the hell do you keep coming back here? You don't even officially work here!" a teen with long curly blonde hair wearing an alarmingly short skirt and lacey top snapped in a bossy voice. The blonde marched over with their hands on their hips. "Use the customer entrance, idiot!"
Saya's eyes widened….Waaiiiiiit a bloody moment…
"Its nice to see you too," Usui said in a bored voice.
"And you!" the girly blonde turned on Misaki. "Why do you keep bringing people back here!? It's so annoying! You even brought two people this time—"
"A-Aoi?" Saya stuttered from under her hood. "Is that you…?"
The blonde squinted with a bad temper and looked the Wildcat over."What the hell…?"
"What the hell!?" Saya cried first. "YOU LOOK LIKE A FREAKING BARBIE SLUT!" the Wildcat stormed over and ripped off the teen's blonde wig, revealing the younger boy's true dark blue hair color.
"I AM ADORABLE!" Aoi shouted back, trying to snatch back his dignity. "YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE YOU LOOK LIKE A HOMELESS FATASS!"
Usui and Misaki stared at the two who apparently knew each other.
"JUST BECAUSE I HAVE AN ASS DOESN'T MEAN I'M FAT YOU MIDGET! AND THIS HAPPENS TO BE A SCHOOL UNIFORM!" Saya kept the wig out of reach as her cousin jumped and clawed at her.
"AHH SHUT UP! YOU'LL ALWAYS BE FAT TO ME!"
"Aoi! What's all the yelling about?!" the Manager of Maid-Latte appeared from the other side of the curtain that opened up to the main floor. "I can hear you all the way up front—"
"Auntie Satsuki?" Saya blinked in even more shock at the older woman. She realized why she had thought she'd recognized this place. She'd visited when she was little.
The sweet-tempered Maid-Latte Manager froze in her step, "...Saya-chan?"
The room was dead silent.
"Excuse me…Did I miss something?" Misaki stared from person to person.
"Obviously we've stumbled upon a touching family reunion," Usui explained to Misaki.
….
…..…TO BE CONTINUED….
Soooo, long time no update. But I'm picking this story back up. STAY TUNED FOR MORE NONSENSE!
Next Chapter: Mooooeee Mooooeeee!
