A few days had gone by. Usui lay atop his sofa waiting for the impending date. His new "girlfriend", Yoko, would be driving him to a diner for them to eat. Usui didn't know why, but something felt wrong. He wanted to just relax, and live a normal life. He would have to forget about bothering Misaki any further.

As for Misaki herself, she got dressed very early in her casual wear, having high hopes for the day. She had been stalking Usui, extensively, and knew where he was to have his date. She would say how she felt, and let him decide. Nice, and easy.

Usui lumbered out to Yoko's car, smiling when she opened the door.

"Good morning."

"Hi, Usui. You look handsome as ever."

"Thanks." He couldn't help but enjoy the compliment.

She put the auto into drive, and they began chatting. The city life, was rather quiet.

"You're not talking much, Usui. What's wrong?" Her eyes averted to him, from the road.

"I just don't typically go out on weekends. In the morning, that is." He lied. He would always sulk around Maid Latte.

"Oh." She nearly ran over a curb from loss of focus on the road, causing them both to stiffen, and laugh.

"You're as lively as ever. You usually up this early?" He asked.

"Not really! But… I would do anything for a date with you, Usui." She averted her eyes away again, staring deep into his green orbs.

He cracked open his mouth for a response, but it never came.

The tragedy took place in no more than five seconds. All that could be heard were screams when Yoko's car smashed into a civilian, then into a pole. The car flipped over onto its back, wheels still rotating, as loyal as ever.

Usui seemed to, wake up, from the crash. His head was spinning. Tunnel vision conquered him, hearing voices in his head, as well as nearby pedestrians ready to help.

"What… What happened?" Usui blinked, bearing no expression.

His mind snapped alert. His eyes raced over to the driver. Yoko had blood dripping down her forehead, and seemed unconscious.

"Yoko! Yoko are you okay?!" He forced himself out the window, grabbing her and dragged her to safety.

She was sprawled out on the pavement, which was covered in skid-marks from the tires clashing against road. He bent his neck down to hear a pulse.

Tempo.

It was there. She was alive with a steady pulse. The ambulance roared down the street, arriving to take her away.

"Take care of her, please."

"Were you the driver?" The man in white asked.

"No. But-"

"Fair enough." The men carried her on a stretcher, giving a sigh of relief from Usui.

Usui took a moment to look at his own body. He felt no pain, but there was blood all over him.

'Just got the wind knocked out of me.' His woozy mind confirmed.

"She's dead." A civilian who was leaning down said.

"No, I checked her pulse. She is alive." Usui said looking over.

The woman ignored him, she was crying.

Usui's eyes locked in a frigid position; they bore down upon a corpse. The movement of the body lying on the ground was now forever still. The body on the ground was Misaki.

"No…" Usui's vision went black, and he collapsed onto the pavement.

-Infirmary, the next day.-

"No!" Usui shouted, startling the male nurse checking his meds.

"Wakey-Wakey there." The man said adjusting his glasses.

"Where is she?" Usui said staring the man down.

"Hmm? Oh! The girl! You needn't worry… Usui was it?"

"Yes, where is she?" He didn't want to beat around the bush.

"Relax, you had it worse than her, friend. She made a full recovery, and is with her family for the time being. You, on the other hand, are staying right there." He said, holding a smile.

"Oh thank god." The feeling of relief had never washed over him more strongly.

"She wanted to come visit you, but we couldn't let her. She had a message for you."

"Yes, the message?"

"It was simple, but heart-felt. 'Thank you, my love'." He recited.

"Thank you… For what?"

"You saved her, Bozo! You dragged her out of the totaled car until help arrived. Remember?" He tilted his head to the side.

Usui froze. His relief was stabbed in the back, and thrown to the side like trash. Panick returned.

"What of the other girl?! The one who was hit?!"

"…" The man bit his tongue.

"Tell me, damn it!"

"She's alive."

Usui let out a sigh deeper than any he had unleashed before.

"She's paralyzed."

Usui's ears stopped working. His mind had been tossed. He balled his fists in fury, and let out a rampage attempting to destroy everything in sight.

It took seven men to restrain Usui.

-One week later.-

Usui was sitting next to Misaki's mother, his hand clasped in both of hers.

"Are you sure, Usui?"

"Yes. Yes Ma'am." He agreed. He would help the family pay for the medical prices, anything to make his dream girl happy.

"That's so… Irresponsible of me." The mother remarked.

"No, it's not. This is for Misaki."

She shuttered out more tears.

"You're such a wonderful man, Usui."

They exchanged a few more words, and he left, closing the gate. It was newly repaired.

He walked into Maid Latte, wearing a suit and tie. He had retaken the job offer. The amount of female customers increased exponentially. He would need the extra cash.

'She did this, every day.' Usui chuckled, winking at one of the customers.

He finally clocked out, exhausted, and went to visit his unconscious maiden.

The door was open; he saw her lying on the bed, again. He had visited her many times. The doctors had respected Usui for his devotion, but didn't share that her condition was awful.

"Yo." He mentioned, sitting down.

His lip quivered, he hated seeing her like this. He forced himself to stay with her.

Her eyes cracked open, speechless.

"M-Misaki! You're awake!" He grabbed her hand without thinking, awaiting her response."

Silence.

She stared at him, no words uttering from her jaw.

"Misaki?" He couldn't help but tremble.

Her eyes never left his, but her voice, had.

"It's… been a few weeks since the crash. The doctors said you were… paralyzed. They don't know if it's permanent." He briefly stopped, seeing tears form in her amber eyes.

"But anyway, I'm covering all of the expenses, you needn't worry. I'm working now, heh, it's pretty weird being a maid. Or, would it be a butler? I don't know."

He stopped talking, unsure what to say.

"Could you, blink if you hear me?"

Her eyes fluttered eagerly to meet his request.

"Alright, I'm going to get going." He rose, and ran a finger along her cheek. He motioned to kiss her, but backed off. She told him to stop bothering her a while back, and she was unable to defend herself. He just smiled and walked away.

His footsteps clattered down the hallway, alerting a nurse of her wake.

Unknown to Usui's knowledge, Misaki could still think. She wanted to tell him how she really felt, how she really wanted him to stay, for his love, and warmth.

A few more months of repetitive living had gone by, Usui had to shovel the damn snow out of the lot near Maid Latte, but it kept him busy. Winter was in full swing. He made sure to visit the mute Misaki every day. One particular day, Christmas Eve brought Usui with flowers to her room.

"Oi, Misaki." He lumbered through the door, to see her smiling widely.

"Usui." She said in a raspy whisper.

He dashed to her side in a blink of an eye.

"You're paralysis, it's gone?" He put a hand on hers, it was still cold.

"No." She faintly mumbled.

"She can speak, which is an improvement. The rest of her body on the other hand, is faring poorly though." The doctor holding a clipboard said approaching.

"Is she going to heal, Doc?"

"I… I don't know. I'll leave you two some space."

His green eyes averted back to meet her amber.

"Well, I want you to get some rest, okay?"

"No." She stirred.

"Hnn? Why not." A brow perked on his head.

"You'll be gone when I wake up." She mumbled.

"Hey now, you know me. I've got a plan for us, tonight. It's against the rules, but you've got to trust me."

"Promise?"

"Yeah, get some sleep."

"When you do come, I've… Got something to tell…" And she was asleep, exhausted.

Usui marched out, his eyes eager.

He'd already discussed with some of the professors about her absence, and they would let her make it up since she was responsible. They were still a pain in his ass though.

-Nightfall-

Usui snuck into the hospital room holding Misaki.

"Hey, you awake?" He whispered.

"Uhnnn." She moaned.

"I have plans for us, let's go." He hoisted her on his back, and vanished out into the night.

He walked through the streets holding her on his back; colored lights brightened the road with holiday cheer. Her head slung over his shoulder, as she intently watched around them.

"Hungry?" He asked.

"…."

"Alright. We'll just have a little walk before I take you back, alright? I want you to have some fresh air." He admitted.

"Thank you, Usui." She whispered. That was the last thing she said that night. He would carry on a one sided conversation until he brought her back.

Her condition worsened the next day.