" . . . saki. Misaki. Misaki!"

Misaki jolted up in her bed, awakened by the loud voice. She blinked, trying to get her surroundings and saw her mother looming beside her. Misaki jumped out of bed, assuming there was somehting wrong. "Mom! What's wrong?!"

Her mother shook her head side to side so violently that Misaki thought it might fall off. "No! Your plane! It's almost time ot leave!"

"Oh," Misaki immediately went into action. She pushed her mother out of her room as gently and swiftly as she could and slammed the door shut. She searched around for a clean shirt and found one at her bed post. Quickly she changed and then opened her door, zooming through the hallway into the bathroom in the corridor. She fumbled with her toothbrush as she brushed her teeth and brushed through her hair once.

She huffed and puffed as she zoomed back to her room and half dragged, half threw her suit case down the stairs. She walked into the kitchen to see her mother and Suzuna calmly eating breakfast. "Wha-"

"My bad, I was one hour early. Your plane leaves at 10AM, not 9AM." She smiled from ear to ear.

Misaki collapsed in the doorway, "Why would you do that to me?" Misaki whined as she sat down to eat breakfast too.

"At least now you have time to take a shower," Suzuna said in monotone.

"Hmmm, yeah, I'll take one after breakfast."

They ate breakfast, making small talk every once and a while, but otherwise keeping silent. Misaki ate quickly and once she was done she went back upstairs to take a shower. She locked the door behind her and took a hot but fast shower.

She came out after about 10 minutes and was towel drying her hair with a towel wrapped around her neck. She walked down the hallway to her room rubbing her head to quicken the drying process. She fell onto her bed and furiously dried her hair with the towel. Misaki sighed as she blew a strand of her hair out of her face and began to brush out her hair.

"Misaki!" She heard her mother call from downstairs.

Running back down she brushed her hair hurriedly to rid itself of its knots. "Mom?"

"Usui-kun came to check on you before he went to the airport."

Misaki walked down the remaining stairs and put a hand on her hip. "Oh, okay. What time is it?"

Before her mother could tell her, Usui answered, "9:30."

"We better get going then!" Misaki grabbed her suitcase from the kitchen and slinged her carry on over her shoulder. "Okay . . . I think i have everything."

"Let's go then." Usui took her suit case, "I'll carry this."

Misaki stubbornly kept her grasp on it. "Don't you have to carry yours?"

Usui kept a blank face, "It's already taken care of."

"Huh? Okay, fine, go ahead then." She let go of the handle, letting Usui wheel it out the door.

Before Misaki left she hugged her mother, "Thank you, Mom."

"I only want the best for my children," she practically smiled with her voice.

Misaki then hugged Suzuna, who had been waiting at the side quietly. "I'll see you during break."

"Bye." Suzuna hugged her too, and let go when they heard a car horn beep out on the street.

Misaki adjusted her bag strap and sighed, "No patience. Well, bye!" Misaki ran out to see a taxi waiting. The airport wasn't far so they would make it there with plenty of time to spare.

She opened the door and shoved her carry on inside before her. She slammed the door shut and waved good-bye to her mother and sister who were waving back in the doorway. When she couldn't see them anymore she relaxed into her seat and sighed.

Usui was sitting by the other window, right next to her bag and looked out the window as they drove off. Misaki gazed out the her window also as they passed through her neighborhood. "What do you think Cross Academy will be like?"

"Big."

"Well, no duh, but what about the people?" Misaki thought about it and was getting more and more excited.

"I don't know. The headmaster and I exchanged letters and he kept on talking about his daughter. Yuuki Cross was her name. I'm assuming they're like her."

"You exchanged letters?" Misaki asked shocked. "Since when?"

Usui seemed to think for a moment, then smiled, "A bit before you got your letter."

"Oh, well, okay," Misaki blushed. "About his daughter-"

Usui interrupted her, "She isn't really his daughter. He adopted her when she was five years old. Parents died apparently."

"Oh, I see," Misaki trailed off. "Anyways, what do you know about her so far? Is she nice?"

Usui moved Misaki's bag onto the ground so it wouldn't block his veiw. "From what I've heard, yeah. She'll be meeting us along with the headmaster and another guy. They're a part of a 'disciplinary comitee' for the school, so they also deal with new students. Although, new students are rare."

Misaki stretched, "Ahh, I'm getting anxious just thinking about it."

"Yeah, me too," Usui said, but his action differed. For he was showing no signs of anxiousness.

"Your actions differ from your words," Misaki muttered.

"Hm?"

"Oh, nothing," she turned back around to look out her window.

They sat out the rest of the ride in silence, aside from the occasional talk about the school and bickering over little things. Once they got there the taxi driver slid the window separating front seats from back seats, expecting payment. Usui took out his wallet and gave the man the amount of money needed before getting out. Misaki followed and exited through her door, carrying her carry on bag with her.

Misaki went to get her stuff out of the trunk, but Usui had already opened it and was heaving her suit case out. "Here, I'll carry it this time." Misaki went to grab her rolling suit case.

"Fine, if you're so insistant," Usui teased.

Misaki huffed, "I don't need a person like you helping me with my bags."

"Whatever you say, Prez," he singsonged.

"I'm not the 'Prez' anymore, Usui," Misaki scolded him as he took out his own suit case, a rolling one like hers.

"Yeah, yeah, my bad. I slipped." Usui brushed it off as he slammed the trunk shut before leaving to go into the airport. Misaki followed and sighed, how was she going to last a whole plane ride with someone like him?

They went inside and it was suffocating. The airport was packed stuffy, despite it being the middle of autumn. Misaki pushed past person after person, trying to keep up with Usui so she wouldn't get lost. After a bit of shoving and so forth, she tracked behind. She reached out and grabbed the end of Usui's sweater, but then let go immediately.

He stopped and turned to look at her, "Need to hold my hand?"

"N-no, I'm fine!" Misaki blushed at her own actions.

He looked at her questioningly and without saying anything grabbed her hand, continuing to walk through the crowd. Misaki turned even more red and looked away, but didn't let go. They soon found the place to buy tickets and Usui found some seats. "Sit here and wait for me to get back, don't wander off," he told Misaki in a condescending matter.

"Okay, okay," Misaki plopped into a seat, setting her carry on in the one next to her so she could save him a seat. He left his suit case with her and then set off and began to wait in line to get tickets. Misaki sighed and rested her head on her hand. She looked around and wondered why there were so many people here. It couldn't have been any later than 10AM. She went through her carry on to check one last time that she had everything. "Toothbrush . . . shampoos . . . toothpaste . . . personals . . . charger and cell phone . . . okay, everything seems to be here," she mentally checked off each item as she went.

After she finished going through her carry on Usui came back with the two tickets in hand. He looked like he was hurrying and ran over to Misaki. "We need to hurry," was all he said before grabbing his suit case and Misaki's carry one before grabbing her hand and rushing off.

"What?" Misaki questioned as she was dragged away.

Usui didn't even bother turning around, he was looking around for their plane, "No time to explain."

Misaki didn't ask any more questions and started walking faster along with him. Usui made an 'aha' sound and darted toward a certain plane number. Their plane, Misaki assumed. He quickly ran up to the person waiting for the passengers and held out their tickets. The woman took them and let them through, taking their suit cases and putting them on a conveyer belt and setting Misaki's bag to go through a mini conveyer belt.

Usui went through the body scan first and Misaki went after, retrieving her bag from the conveyer. Usui walked quicly as to not hold up the flight. It seemed like they were the last passengers to board. Someone lead them up some steps and showed them to their seats. They were towards the back, but not completely.

Usui let Misaki go before him and she slid her bag off her shoulder about to put it up into their department. Before she could though, Usui took it from her and packed it away no problem. Misaki didn't stop him and instead just let him. She figured it wouldn't do much to argue anyways.

Misaki fell into her seat with a sigh and Usui did the same, but without a sigh. Misaki turned to him, "So, why did we have to hurry?"

He turned to her, "We were running a bit late because of the amount of people slowing us down."

"Ah, okay."

Just then the flight attendant at the front of the plane started speaking, her voice sounding through the speakers. "Welcome today passengers. We are about to take off, so we ask that you buckle up tightly while the plane goes through slight turbulance."

Usui and Misaki took their seat belts and buckled up, as did everyone else. The attendant then went on to talk about their meals and the departments and other stuff before making sure everyone had followed procedures and then disappeared behind some curtains. The plane went through turbulence as the woman had said and afterward she came out with snacks.

She reached their isle, "Would you like something to drink or snack on?"

Usui shook his head no and Misaki declined, "No thank you."

She nodded and continued to the other passengers. Usui tilted his head a bit, "I think I'll doze off for a bit . . ."

"Yeah, I think I will too," Misaki said lazily before resting her head on her hand. Sleep was catching up with them both and it was a miracle they made it here without dozing off somewhere else. In no time Misaki was softly snoring and had subconciously rested her head on Usui's shoulder. He hadn't noticed though, because he fell asleep before she had, but his head now layed atop Misaki's. The flight attendant sometime later went back up and down the isles and was about to ask them if they wanted anything, but stopped mid-sentence when she saw them in their position. She awed at how adorable it was and ended up bringing some of the other attendants to see. All this went on while out two lovebirds were silently asleep and resting upon each other. They were the ideal image of the perfect couple, and yet one would never admit it.