Rayquaza45: Hello readers. I present the third chapter of my Haruhi Suzumiya-Maid Sama crossover story.

Here, a strange encounter takes place and we see a bit of Takumi Usui's unusual methods of dealing with everyday life.

Thanks to momoxtoshiro for beta reading.

Please review when you finish!

(Play: Haruhi Suzumiya OP - Super Driver)

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Chapter 3: First Encounters

"Are you sure they'll finish it?" She asked for the third time.

"Yeah. They said they would. It'll only take a few days."

What else could I say to convince her? After talking to some guys at a tailor shop this morning about constructing the Super Sentai costumes, they agreed to do it for a fee. Haruhi, of course, thinks they're gonna leak the news about us wearing them to the school and it won't be a surprise. She's just too paranoid.

"You know you're paying for it, right?" She asked.

"Yeah, I know."

"Alright, but if it doesn't come back, you get a penalty!" She warned me. "You have to pay me back for all the materials!"

"Whatever. Just give me the stuff you bought tomorrow and I'll take it there after school."

"Yeah you will!" She exclaimed. "Bye!"

So tomorrow, I go back to school, do my usual stuff, pick up the crap from the SOS Brigade headquarters, a.k.a the Literature Club Room, and take it to these guys at the shop in the next town over.

Oddly, these guys said they were already prepared to make the kind of costumes we wanted. I can't even begin to explain how embarrassing it was for me to ask them to make those costumes. I bet they were wondering why a kid in high school would even want one

No doubt I'm gonna have to wear a mask when I get there. This is just great. Who'd have ever thought I'd be doing this at all, let alone in high school? Teenagers dressing like characters from a kids show in six assorted colours? No, wait, five colours.

But no less of an embarrassment.

Of course, as Koizumi would say: "It is necessary to appease Haruhi Suzumiya." Give me a break, man. This'll end badly.

"Well, maybe 'badly' is an understatement."

(Sunday at 12:30pm)

(Ayuzawa Household)

Misaki Ayuzawa, the student council president of Seika High, woke up from her sleep with a strained yawn. Having stayed up until 4:00am doing student council work, planning her activities for the following week and studying for school, she had been getting even less sleep than usual.

As soon as she got up, she took a shower and got herself dressed for the day. Even though it was a Sunday, she had to work at Maid Latte today. As she well knew, she needed all the work she could get. Ever since her father had run away and left the family with his gambling debts, things had never been the same. Sure, her life even before wasn't luxurious or anything, but it was agreeable. It was a normal, average life.

After she exited her room, she noticed her sister sitting near the door opening large cardboard boxes with knives.

"Suzuna, what are you doing?" Misaki asked her.

"Oh, good morning, sister." She said lazily as she turned around. "I was the winner of the lucky draw and I've won these packages."

"What's inside them?" The older sibling asked as she sat down to inspect the contents.

This wasn't the first time Suzuna had won a lucky draw contest. Since she was a member of the 'Lucky Draw Club' at her middle school, she occasionally won her contests and, more often than not, her prize was a large amount of food varying from tofu to watermelon.

"What is this?" Misaki inquired as she held up a colourful box which read 'Fruit Roll-Ups'.

Suzuna, who had rummaged through most of the box, had already seen the connection. "We seem to have won a large supply of snacks from America."

"You entered a contest in America?" Misaki was shocked. Suzuna knew better than to use their money to go international and such.

"Don't worry, I used the funds of my club to buy them," she explained. "and I think these snacks were just imported to Japan since the contest was started by JUSCO."

"Well, I guess if you used the money of the club…"

"Would you like one of these snacks?" Suzuna asked, holding up the box of 'Fruit Roll-Ups'.

"No, I'm fine, I'll just have some oatmeal." Misaki said.

"I've got that too." Suzuna said as she took out a bag from the box.

"'Quaker Oats'?" Misaki read the label. "There's an old man on the label."

"I think it's American oatmeal." Suzuna stated.

"That'll be fine." Misaki said as she opened the kitchen door and dropped the 'Quaker Oats' as soon as she got in.

At the dining table was a sight Misaki hadn't expected to see, at least not so early in the morning.

Takumi Usui, the blonde heartthrob of Seika High was sitting in a chair in Misaki's kitchen quietly drinking some tea before he opened his eyes and noticed her.

"Oh, good morning, Misaki." He greeted her with a beautiful but creepy aura around him.

"T…Takumi?" Misaki stuttered as she picked up the package. "What are you doing here? Where did you get that tea?"

"Well, I came by to see you and your sister let me come in." He explained. "I noticed she had a good deal of American products and I offered to make the tea for her."

"Well that was suspicious of you." She said as she comically got into his face about it.

"It's great to know you trust me." He sarcastically responded. "Why don't you remind your sister the tea is done? I told her but she hasn't come in. Why don't you have some yourself?"

"Maybe later, I need to make breakfast already." She said, tossing the package in front of Takumi.

"Oh, 'Quaker Oats'." He understood from the package. "It's quite the popular brand in America. These are hard to find in most stores around here."

"Yeah, well, you probably realized that Suzuna won a lucky draw contest and got a bunch of snacks from America." Misaki said. "It's among the better prizes she's won lately."

"It almost makes me wanna start up a 'Lucky Draw' club at Seika High." Takumi stated, making Misaki wonder if he was serious. "Would you be willing to join me, Misaki?"

"No, I would not." She responded in the same tone he used. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to make this oatmeal."

"Be careful not to burn it." He sarcastically told her, which resulted in her turning around and giving him a mean look.

(Ten Minutes Later)

A small pot was on the table. There was steam rising, almost erupting, from it and the contents were pitch black.

"Well that's unfortunate." The blonde teen said as he waved away the steam.

"I can't believe I wasted that stuff." Misaki wailed. "This is just a drag."

"I did say you shouldn't burn it." Takumi reminded her.

"It's not like it did it on purpose!" She exclaimed. "I don't even know what I did wrong!"

"You've never made this brand before, am I correct?" He asked.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"Alright then." He said as he took the Quaker Oats package off the table. "I need your coffee pot."

"You're making oatmeal, not coffee." She told him. "What good is a coffee pot?"

"Just let me handle this, Misaki." He smiled. "I know what I'm doing."

"I sure hope so." She retorted as she rummaged through the shelves for a coffee pot.

Finally, Takumi Usui, a known wizard at cooking had assembled all the appliances and ingredients necessary for his 'Coffee Pot Oatmeal'.

Misaki watched in disbelief as he poured the oatmeal pack into the carafe like an expert. He added some honey and a pinch of salt like he was a bartender making a fancy drink. With a flavoured herbal tea bag and some water in the coffee pot, he had everything set up and turned on the machine.

(Ten Minutes Later)

"Leave it to Takumi Usui to use the most unconventional method possible of making oatmeal." Misaki thought as she held a spoon of oatmeal in front of her mouth, her hand shaking from the fear that the food would taste like stale coffee.

"Are you afraid, Misaki?" He asked her almost like a sociopath. "Would you like me to blow on it for you?"

"Humph!" She grunted as she shoved the spoon in her mouth and chewed on the American product cooked by the half Brit teen.

Takumi observed her as she ate the oatmeal and noticed that her facial expression did not change a bit. When she finished her spoon, she put it down and turned to him.

"Well?" He narrowed his eyes as they looked at one another.

"…..It's excellent." She grudgingly admitted as she continued eating. "You really knew what you were doing."

There was a visible sigh of relief of Takumi's face. It was clear that he was actually preparing himself in the event that Misaki didn't like the food and attacked him because of it. What was particularly odd was that that was a bit more emotion than Takumi usually showed.

After she finished her bowl, she left said dish in the sink to be washed later as she grabbed her bag and left the door while Takumi silently followed her.

"So where are you going today?" He asked her with his usual, weird smile.

"You know where I'm going!" She told him. "That's why you're following me there."

"Yeah…" He relished. "Do they have any specials today?"

"I don't know, I'm not in charge of that!" She exclaimed.

As they walked down the street, across the pavement from them was a boy with light brown hair was walking towards them. He was dressed in a uniform resembling that of a high school student and was carrying a briefcase.

"Gotta get there, gotta get there, I can't believe it's happened again!" He murmured. "I have to-"

All of a sudden he stopped dead in his tracks as Misaki and Takumi got closer to him. The two of them were engaged deeply in their conversation, such that they did not notice. His eyes reflected both confusion and a hint of fear. He could have moved, but he was almost afraid to since he didn't understand what he was feeling.

While he was frozen in place, Misaki and Takumi passed him by and he took a look over his shoulders at the two of them since nobody else was in the immediate area. He managed to calm himself as they were out of his sight once they turned the corner and he regained his composure.

He began walking down the street once again and recollecting the events in his head.

"What was that just then?" He asked himself. "I've never felt anything like that. I lost track of the closed space for a moment."

At this, he turned back just to see if the two teens that passed him were really gone, even though he'd already seen them turn the corner.

"I've never heard of another esper who could do that. Or even any being other than Miss Suzumiya." He thought. "What was that power?"

With that, the brown haired teen continued walking down the road en-route to his destination. Though the other teens were gone, his unease from his brief moment of powerlessness had not left him.

Yet he knew he had to abandon it if he were to complete his latest mission. He walked another block before he pranced down the street and disappeared immediately, vanishing without a trace.

(Five Minutes Later)

On the rooftop of a local building, the boy who had disappeared into nothingness reemerged fully intact as if he had simply been teleported there.

"Well, thank goodness that's over with." He said as he dusted off his hands and proceeded down the stairs.

As the brown-haired teen walked down the streets of Tokyo, he wondered how it was that he just fought a giant blue monster in closed space and it wasn't the weirdest part of his day.

"There remain some entities which require some investigation."

(Play: Maid Sama End - Yokan)

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Rayquaza45: So I know this chapter was shorter than the others but please review anyway.

Things are gonna get better from here since the basic point is set up and Koizumi is (or rather, was) scared out of his wits (for a bit).

Next time: Chapter 4: Kyon goes to Maid Latte

With a title like that, do I even need to explain the premise?

So till next time! PLEASE REVIEW!