My Maid

It was a game.

A simple turned complicated game.

I admit it, I don't think it was that big of a disaster( Insert a smirk here and Misaki screaming at me). It unraveled itself from elementary gestures to things considered to be dates.

I sat in my couch, watching the black hair girl becoming more frustrated with my stare. She had her back to me cleaning the floor of my room but I can feel her angry waves. It was rather exciting, for the lack of words.

It started with her first day here. Her petite figure and odd determination captured my attention, soon occupied my every thought. Her blushing face to the way she walks, it took over my brain. What an invasion it was. Soon enough, I couldn't concentrate on anything else, not on my lessons, spars, nor my food. Every ounce of attention was on my maid, Misaki.

"Misaki, do you like me?" I asked, approaching her like a wolf after its prey. She froze in her spot, feeling my hands wrapping around her smaller wrist. A frown made its way to my face, her skin was a tad cold.

"Why would you ask such thing, Alien." She growled, blushing madly, pulling her wrist away. "Of course I like the Prince." Oh ouch. Everyone is supposed to like, love, the Prince of the land.

"I meant me, Usui." I said, pointing to myself. I pinned her against the wall, feeling her nose brushed lightly against my neck.

I began to play with the tips of her hair. I wonder how it was to hug her. Hold her. Kiss her. Make love to her. Tell her that I love her and that I was hers forever. I always wonder but I never crossed the line I drew for us. No matter how strong the urges were.

"I hate you." She said, a taste of sarcasm in her speech- which translate roughly into I like you. I felt a grin spread across my face. Will there be another girl that will invade my mind like her? Will the fairest princess match up to her beauty? Can I even get myself to stop loving her?

She did not pull away when I dipped my forehead to rest on hers.

"It took forever for you to accept my feelings." I said, as her blush grew bigger.

"It's only been a year, Usui." She stated, rolling her eyes. A year compared to the one minute where girls would die to be in her place. It's only 364.9993056 days difference. A smile crept its way to my mouth again. Whenever I was around her, that happens a lot more often than it should.

"Can I get a kiss?" I asked, feeling ambitious today.

"No." She snarled, rather fiercely, as she quickly covered her mouth. She never gave me a kiss, only a hug if she was feeling generous. And to frank, I'm getting a bit desperate. I want to be close to her. I mused if she can feel my heart beating loudly- for her. She caused my insides to clench with want yet she denies me.

"Then how about we go buy some groceries today?" I asked, sitting in my original seat.

"No." She responded, turning around.

"Why not?"

"I rather be here with you." I can imagine her face flaring up like a tomato. I smiled, she really knows how to keep my attention. Then I crossed the delicate line. I pulled her onto my lap, holding her close. My chest felt lighter as I inhaled her crisp scent.

"What are you doing?! You pervert." She muttered under her breath as a rested my head on her chest. After a moment, I felt her hand on my hand. She gently stroked my hair like the way my mother used to before she died. "I never imagined it to be so soft."

"Did you imagine me to have stiff hair?" I chuckled, loosening my grip to see her face. A blush already found home on her. Such innocence, it's just like a child.

"No."

I forgotten how long I sat there with her on my lap. She didn't speak much after our last conversation. I glanced downward, she had fallen asleep. Watching her quiet slumber, I began to wonder if we were caught like this. What will my father think? What will that fiancée of mine feel? But at this point, I no longer cared for my status nor others. I'm bounded, trapped in this love with Misaki. I carried the petite maid to the bed. I pulled the cover up to her chest.

"Usui..." She muttered, grabbing my hand as I got up to leave.

Her gripped tighten, I followed her example.

For now, she's the reason why I'm fighting against the regulations. For her, for me. I rose her warm hand to my lips.

God, I'm selfish.

Listening to: Naeng Myeon – SNSD Jessica & Park Myung Soo
Subject: Procrastination – Supposed to be doing college apps.

It's been awhile. I had the first couple paragraphs typed up but never got around to finishing. Here's a pathetic excuse for a chapter. D:
This is probably the last installment for this one-shot/drabble set. Thanks for all the reviews! Usaki for life!