This is my second fanfic but I am hoping to continue this one. Tell me what you think in the reviews. Hope you enjoy. Im not really using the honorifics, hope you don't mind
Disclaimer: I do not own Maid sama (KWMS) or any of the characters in it.
Chapter 1: Where it all began
Misaki growled as a wayward piece of paper slapped onto her face. She sighed in frustration and peeled it off. It was really windy and this was the fifth paper that had decided to land on her face. She scrunched it up into a ball but before she threw it away, the bright red writing caught her eye.
Do you want to be in an advert? If you do, go to the address listed below and audition for the chance to be the new face for Water For You!
Below the writing was an address. It was close by, only 5 minutes if she decided to run.
She proceeded to throwing the paper into them bin and walked away. Halfway through her less than pleasant stroll back home, she overheard 2 girls talking about the advert paper she had just thrown away.
"Are you going to do it?" A girl with brown hair asked.
"Yeah, are you?" Her friend with multiple ear piercings replied.
"Of course! I heard about the pay from a friend of mine." Brown hair girl said.
"Really? How much is it?" Ear piercing replied.
"Enough for me to buy 4-5 designer bags." Brown hair girl replied giggling.
Misaki stopped dead in her tracks. That was a lot of money and God knew she needed it. She quickly walked over to the girls.
"Sorry to interrupt but I overheard your conversation. Where is this audition happening?"
"Your not planning to audition are you?" The girl with the brown hair replied condescendingly.
"Yes I am. Where is this place?" Misaki asked.
"Why should we tell you?" The one with the piercings replied.
"Because I asked. Tell me." Misaki was beginning to get annoyed.
"And if we don't?" Misaki glared at the girls and they snickered.
"Oh we are so scared. Are you going to beat us up with your amazing eye power?" Piercing replied causing brown haired girl to giggle. How was this escalating so fast?
"Just tell me the audition place and time and we don't need to ever talk to each other again." Misaki said through a clenched jaw.
"Alright fine, but you have to beg."
"Excuse me?" Where these girls really asking her to beg? Who did they think she was?
"You heard me." The brown haired girl replied. She smirked victoriously as if she had won.
"No." Misaki replied.
"No?" The girl repeated. She obviously wasn't used to getting denied.
"You heard me." Misaki said, smirking. She ripped the paper out of her hands and the girl didn't stop her, still in shock of being said 'no' to.
Misaki quickly scanned the time and place. It was being held at Walker Arts Federation (WAF) in 15 minutes! Not waiting for their reply, Misaki dashed of to Walker Arts Federation.
She was there in record time. The building was modern. It was made of glass with concrete and strong materials at the base. The sun reflected beautifully of the building and at the top layer, there was a big sign that said 'Walker Arts Federation' Walker Arts Federation was the biggest label out there, crammed with the best actors, singers, songwriters -you name it, it will be there- from all over the world. Representing the company or even working for it or under it was a great accomplishment.
Misaki placed her hands on her knees, panting like her life depended on it. After about 1 minute, she straightened up and fixed her hair. 'Chin up, chest out' she thought to herself as she entered the prestigious building. Misaki's mouth fell open as she saw the inside. All thoughts of looking posh flew out the window as she gaped at the inside. If possible, it looked even better than the outside.
On the left corner was the reception with a beautiful golden counter. The receptionists wore red pencil skirts, white blouses tucked into it and matching red blazers. Under the skirt, they wore black leggings with ankle high red boots. Their hair was done up in an elegant bun and light makeup was applied, making their eyes pop. The uniform was truly beautiful. Compared to them, her black skinny jeans, white t-shirt and oversized jacket looked bland. Her messy hair was in a hurried ponytail and some parts fell around her face.
The ceiling was high with beautiful golden chandeliers and a gold trim around the edge. Directly opposite the entrance, 2 spiral staircases wound up on either side of the wall encompassing a glass elevator. The floors were made of marble and shone like there was no tomorrow. The inside was bustling and very lively. Business related chatter filled the air. Everyone looked posh and wore the finest clothes. Misaki felt like a sore thumb in the sea of expensive brands. She stood at the entrance fiddling nervously with her hands. Taking in a deep breath, she was about to move forward when a voice interrupted her.
"Are you ok?" A gentle voice enquired as a handsome young man with green eyes and black hair appeared in front of her. He wasn't a worker, she could tell, he wasn't wearing a uniform.
"Yes."
"Are you sure? You look sick. Should I take you to the infirmary? It's close by."
"No thank you."
"120% sure?"
'Persistant guy' Misaki thought.
"I said I'm fine." Misaki replied a bit to abruptly.
"Alright then, bye." He replied, turning on his heel and walking away. Misaki fely guilty, snapping at him. Anyways, she still needed help. She had no idea where the auditons were being held.
"Wait." She called out.
"Yes?" The mystery man said, turning to face her.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped like that."
"It's cool." He replied shrugging. Green eyes turned around and carried on walking.
"Wait!" She yelled out again. She felt embarrassed, she must have seemed hopeless. A red blush creeped up her neck. Green eyes turned back with mild amusement in his eyes.
'Great work Misaki, make the first nice person you meet feel uncomfortable' She thought to herself.
"Do you know where the audition room is for the Water For You advert?"
"Are you auditioning?" He asked, walking back to her.
"Yes."
"That's a coincidence."
"Why?" Misaki asked as she took in his features for the first time, he really was handsome. She could feel her blush rising again. She probably looked like a tomato.
"I'm auditioning too."
"You are?" Misaki asked surprised. Would he also be rude to her like the 2 brats from earlier?
Green eyes chuckled at her response. "Yes. Oh, and by the way, I'm Adashi Kiyoshi" He held out his hand.
"Ayuzawa Misaki." She shook his hand, trying to appear confident.
Kiyoshi smirked like he knew how she was really feeling. He let go of her hand and began walking away.
Misaki caught up to him. They walked in silence before Misaki decided to break it. "So why are you taking part in the audition?" She questioned.
"Well, I like acting. I've always loved it since I was a kid. I did a few commercials before but nothing to amazing. What about you Misaki?"
"Well, it's kinda personal. Sorry"
"It's fine, you don't have to tell me. To his her own." Misaki rolled her eyes.
"How old are you?" Misaki asked.
"I'm just turned 21, what about you?"
"I'm also 21."
"So do you have a job or something?" This time Kiyoshi decided to ask a question.
"Yeah, I work in a cafe just 5-10 minutes run from here."
"I don't have a job. My family is well off so I don't really need to work."
"Oh." Was all that Misaki could get herself to say. They walked in relative silence, asking a few random questions along the way.
"What your favourite colour Kiyoshi?"
"Green. What's your favourite food?"
"Cake. You?"
"Pasta. Fav animal?"
"Cheetah because it's fast and elegant. What about your favourite animal?"
"Bird."
"Why?"
"They're free to do what they want. No rules, no expectations."
"Yeah..." Their questions trailed off as they thought about their lives.
"We're here." Kiyoshi suddenly announced a few minutes later. Unlike Misaki, he seemed confident, not at all nervous. Misaki attempted to swallow the large lump that had formed in her throat. Her palms were beginning to sweat and she discreetly wiped them on her jeans.
"You ready?" Kiyoshi asked.
"As ready as I can be. You?" He nodded confidently. Oh how Misaki wished she had his confidence.
She reached forward and opened the large, intricately designed door. It felt like a sin just touching it.
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~sweetcandy97