It's been so long, hasn't it? First off, I thank all the readers and reviewers! Thank you for waiting (maybe) even if it's been so long.
I'll warn you, though. The structure of the fic has changed. It will kind of be like slices of Misa's life at Usui's. Yes, there will be occasional subplots, and the big plot that'll lead to the climax, but for now, long drabbles and stuff.
Sorry. This is the best I can come up with without dropping out for years.
And another WARNING. OOC characters abound. I haven't watched the anime nor have I read the manga in a loooong time. Please point out the OOC-ness and tips on how to improve (like maybe how you think that person would react in the situation). I'd like to get back into writing this.
I hope you enjoy. :)
Misaki the Supermaid
Chapter Eleven: Fashion Show
"Uhh..."
Misa woke slowly. She opened an eye and closed it before getting up.
The girl yawned. She scratched the back of her head and looked over her shoulder. She jumped.
"A - Aoi-chan! What are you doing here?"
Aoi recoiled and huffed out his chest. He looked away and crossed his arms, a slight blush on his cheeks. The boy's eyebrows furrowed together.
"It was about time you got up, stupid woman." He muttered. He finally looked at Misa in the eye. "Get ready quick. Aunt Satsuki allowed me to have a fashion show. It's time for me to show her that I really am excellent at this..."
Misa frowned and leaned forward. Aoi was obviously deep in thought.
"And what am I supposed to do?"
"You're going to help me, of course! You're going to be a model, since I don't have too many girls to dress up for me. Subaru, Honoka and Erika have agreed to help. I need one more. I'll still be the main attraction, of course, but no one else could take the empty slot. You're the only one left."
Misa blinked. She deadpanned.
"Am I really necessary for all this? I'm not even a good model."
Aoi was enraged. He slammed his palms against the bed and glared at her.
"It doesn't matter! You're all right, as long as you act feminine. You're still a girl, you know?"
Misaki's lips stayed firm. She looked at the door. "What about Usui?'
"He'll be watching."
Misa almost fell over. Her face twitched.
"You - You're not serious."
"I am." Aoi nodded with an air of finality. "He said that you'd be free the whole day if you went on with it. He promised not to bother you for the rest of the weekend. It's Saturday, after all."
Misaki Ayuzawa took in a deep breath.
"F - Fine. I'll shower then show me the clothes first."
Aoi almost let a grin slip onto his face. The boy was clearly overjoyed. He nodded enthusiastically and ran to the door.
"I'm sure that they'll suit you!"
Slam.
Misa shook silently as she stared at the dress in front of her.
It wasn't bad. It was quite simple, though.
The dress was a light purple. It was a long tube dress. White patterns swirled from the bodice to the skirt. A dark plum sash was attached, and it covered the area under her ribcage to her stomach. The ends of the sash dangled, and beads were sewn onto them. There was also a long slit at the side to expose her leg.
"Are you done dressing up yet, Misa-chan?"
Misa turned around and saw Erika peeping into her room. The woman was already in her dress, but her hair was still undone. She blinked and stared at the dress.
"Hmmm...I think it's the simplest one Aoi-chan made. But I think it would suit you!"
The girl looked down at the dress in her hands. She sighed and smiled.
"I should wear it, I guess. I already agreed to help Aoi-chan. No use making him worry over getting another replacement."
Erika's eyebrows shot up. Misa frowned and cocked her head to the side.
"What's wrong, Erika?"
"Uh... Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Erika replied quickly. She shook her head and slipped out, closing the door behind her. Misa began to change.
"Misa-chaaaaaan~"
Misa took a step back as Honoka tackled her into a hug. The girl laughed softly. Honoka pulled herself away and stared at her friend.
"Wow! Erika was right. Simple suits you fine. Do you like it?"
She nodded and steadied her necklace.
"I like it because it's not too extravagant, but I have trouble with the heels. I can't walk well in them."
"You'll get used to them soon enough." Honoka replied. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You look all grown up, though."
Misa chuckled. "Aoi forced me into it because he couldn't find any other models, he said. Are the others too busy or simply refused?"
Honoka looked surprised. She put her hands on her waist and blinked.
"Aoi really designed that one for you. He didn't need anymore models, because he chose each dress specifically for a girl. The others aren't here because they weren't chosen."
"Ehhh? Why'd he do that? I wouldn't mind if he had just told the truth..."
Honoka shrugged. She turned away and waved at her to get her attention.
"Anyway, I think we're almost starting. You should get ready."
"O - Okay."
"I never doubted you, Aoi."
"Really? So, you do accept me, Auntie?"
"Yes. There's no doubt in your abilities. You got even better today."
"Hah! I told you!"
"Yes... Yes."
"Aoi-chan!"
Aoi looked around and saw Misa running towards him. He raised his brows and crossed his arms.
"What? I already thanked you, didn't I? You were good. You were a clumsy model, but at least you looked nice."
Misa's lips tugged sidewards. She sighed.
"Yes. But it wasn't about that. It was about why you lied to me."
"What? I didn't lie to you!" Aoi stomped his foot. "What are you spurting out, woman?"
"You told me that you needed another model so I was chosen as a last resort. Honoka told me that you really made all these dresses for specific people, and I was already chosen beforehand. You could have told me that. I wouldn't have minded. I would have been flattered, really."
Aoi's frown deepened. He looked to the side.
"She's lying."
"Are you sure?"
"...Yes."
"...All right."
Aoi's head snapped towards the older girl in front of him. Misa was about to say goodbye when he said, "Hey!"
"What?"
"You - You're not - Uh... Nevermind. Goodbye, woman."
Misa was left there, blinking. Aoi stormed off, his hands clenched into fists. He was unable to speak.
"I wonder what's wrong with him..."
"You really were stunning."
Misa looked over her shoulder and found Usui making his way towards her. He gave a charming smile and placed his hands into his pockets.
"I'll leave you alone for the day and a half. But before that..."
Misa blinked in confusion as he leaned forward. He finally stopped, his breath tickling her ear.
"How about a kiss?"
Misa cringed. She felt his nose against her cheek and she moved away quickly, her reflexes forcing her to slap him.
Usui caught her hand before she made contact. He smirked at her as she blushed.
"...I'm sorry."
"'s okay."
Usui let go of her hand and let it drop. She stared at him, her face anxious. Usui tilted his head to the side and patted her on top of her head.
"Enjoy your break."
He walked away slowly, Misaki feeling more and more guilty and regretful. She didn't know why.
Yep. That was it.
I fail at describing dresses. If anyone was curious, I meant this. Minus the swirling patterns. Remove the spaces. It isn't mine, I got it from a different website.
http : / / www . therosedress . com/ picupload/ Image1LG/ PO3020pic 1. jpg
I chose it because it was simple but pretty. I thought that something simple would suit Misaki... I'm probably wrong.
And I'll try to let the next chapter have more UsuixMisa in it. Keyword: try.
Hope you enjoyed the short update. Aoi needs more love.
Please review.
