Okay, because I am a faggot who has to accept the fact people want this to keep going. So I'm back with If we were. I'm just going off from where I left off originally at this chapter. There might be some edits/changes, but that won't matter.

Hope it's a nice surprise!

Disclaimer: I don't own Maid Sama.

The following days after Misaki got sick were pretty silent. Misaki was almost worried that Takumi because he wasn't around as much. She thought that he had gotten sick but she was soon notified that that wasn't the case. At all. It was, in fact, the 'If we were-' game. Though he had said they were only going to play it three times, it still continued. Deep down, Misaki thought that it was actually fun. This time it was if we were strangers, which was very worrying since she felt like knowing so much about him would be strange.

"Oi Takumi!" exclaimed Misaki. Was there a point in being strangers? She meant that, they've had a relationship for so long, it seemed like the game was an illusion to make it seem unreal.

"Who are you?" he asked coolly. He said it so seriously, Misaki almost thought he was an entirely new and different person. Of course, that wouldn't change the perverted, outer space, stalking alien bit and the fact he was annoying smug and stubborn.

"Uh… my name is Misaki Ayuzawa," she says to make the game go along while sweat dropping. "And what about you?"

"Eh? You didn't have to tell me, stalker. And nor do I need to tell you my name," he said trying his best not to let his laughter escape. She just looked too cute when she was so confused. He turned around to walk away when he felt the killing demonic aura coming from the woman.

"Oh, so I'm the stalk now, eh? You're the one-" starts Misaki as she rambles on and on about how clueless Takumi was and why he didn't tell her that they were still playing the game. The onlookers, who were the public and the women who were shopping were blushing as they meet the eyes of the hot, cool, blonde, young guy and the males who accompanied the women were slightly flustered at their wives/girlfriends/friend-zoned-friends and then stealing glances at the raven haired girl with pretty eyes and body. The elder of the public chuckled, thinking they were in some sort of heated lovers' quarrel which was one of the 'good' aspects of a couple. Those who fight a lot have a better relationship.

"Then, Misaki Ayuzawa, why were you following me around?" asked Takumi, straight to the point, still stifling his laughter. Honestly, Misaki was so easy to fool, and though she was brutally honest, she blushed.

"Because you were walking away from me so I thought you hated me…" mumbled Misaki, like a whimpering puppy, and he fell for her trick. He couldn't possibly hate her and the sudden way of how she changed how she spoke really took a toll on him. Anyways, that's how great his love for her was, and the skill took Misaki ages to execute without Usui finding out. When he started to walk towards her, she put him in a headlock.

"AHA! I got you!" she says looking away from him but he could tell that she was blushing from her acting to get him. It really took a lot of effort for her.

"Okay, you win," he says, easily giving up while trying to get her arms away from his neck.

"Seriously?" she asks facing him again letting her guard down as she let go.

"Chu~" he kissed her on the cheek and could feel the heat rising from her body to her face along with the redness of her face. He chuckled and then he started run with an emotionless face with a cat smile.

"I'LL GET YOU!" she says, her evil eyes glinting and storming right after him. The people of the public were truly amazed by the couple's antiques but they all knew, couples were all different in a way and it's still called love. Maybe it was young love which had blossomed well. Who knew?

Panting furiously, Misaki looked around to find no outer space perverted stalking alien. She came across an empty alleyway which happened to be part of the richer parts of the town. Why did it seem so familiar?

She noticed the men in black suits and fake smiles. She knew exactly where she was no matter how many years it had been. It was the place that place where Usui was taken for his birthday party. Clicking her tongue she went towards the building. He was nowhere to be seen. He couldn't have gone inside! She still had to check. She peered in to find it already filled with people in eloquent suits and dresses, just like that time.

"Who are you?" asked the person who handled invitations to the current party.

"Uh…" she didn't know what to say and it's not like she could lie about her identity but another butler had come up to that person and they nodded saying that she could go in.

Misaki walked around, still remembering how she had to dress up as a butler and serve at the party just to spy on Usui and get to him. She stalked the perimeters of the hall avoiding the commotion and dancing when she caught a glimpse of blonde hair. That's him alright It's funny and ironic how she denied being a stalker, and here she was 'stalking' around and trying to follow and find that person. As she stumbled across the mass of people, she was barely metres from Usui only to be stopped by a person she didn't want to come across.

"Hm? Misaki, why are you here?" asked the person as his smile became a toothy smirk.

"Igarashi Tora!" she said as if his name was a curse. Though he had ended up helping her many times with getting from one place to another it was still annoying having him around.

"Yo," he said giving a wave. Since they were elder from those times, they were more mature but still there was that unpleasant aura that hung around Tora like how women and money cling onto him.

"Argh, I don't have any more time to waste," muttered Misaki. Can't believe this guy still comes here.

"Naw, come on, Misaki," whined Tora, "it's been a long time since us pals have seen each other~"

"Yeah-ah, the last thing I remember very clearly was when you kissed me," said Misaki boldly, not even blushing. She wanted to hit him square in the face and hear the satisfying crunch of his nose as it broke and bled then watch him hold it in agony as he tried to threaten her. Okay, enough of that.

"Eh? You still remember? That's nice how I've easily-"

"I-ga-ra-shi Tora~~~" said a new female sing song voice. There was something that sounded like "Gack" that came from his mouth.

"Chiyo, what's wrong?" asked Tora.

"Well, I was thinking," said the woman, Chiyo, "When I said that if you could talk to another person if they make you happy, I don't mean your old crush and try and take her away from her own boyfriend."

Seems like she wasn't that possessive, but she looked out greatly for others. Misaki shuddered at Chiyo's great convincingness and sheer power over others that even Tora was able to submit. They weren't compatible, but there was something there that connects them, speculated Misaki. Thanking the girl silently, she slipped away and went off to find the runaway blonde.

Weaving through the crowd, she gazed at the crowd of young women and middle aged women. Finding it a common spectacle, she simple looked at Usui who was trying his best not to break down from the amount of attention and the fact he couldn't stand that many girls, though he had been ambushed by many amounts of girls.

'MISAKI,' he mouthed, crying for help, but Misaki just "Ha" at him and turned away from the guy as he seemed to reach out.

'I'll stop the game okay?' he mouthed again when she turned to look at him sadistically. She thought about it long and hard, but it was obvious that she had to help him one way or the other. She sighed and walked towards him, pushing through all the females.

"Ah, excuse me, but my husband needs to go," said Misaki, tugging on Usui's arm.

"Eh? No way~ I can't believe he's not single," said one girl.

"No, she got to be lying," said another. A fight broke out and then the couple took this chance to slip out of the party and out of the way.

"You better be stopping this game," said Misaki.

"Naw, you called me your husband~ That settles it!" he exclaimed, completely ignoring Misaki, "lets do, If we were husband and wife~"

"Wait-what?!"

It was going to be another long day.

Hey, looks like your prayers were answered, and I picked this up again. I realised I just didn't have enough ideas at that time, and right now I've been trying to get back on and typing.

I just couldn't get the fact you guys really wanted this story to continue, so I did.

Thank you for supporting me!

Zaira Swift.