Serendipity Chapter 15 - The Reunion, a maid sama! fanfic

August 8th, 2015

Okay guys, so I'm super tired. It's almost 5 am, and I haven't slept yet.

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The Reunion

Knock Knock.

"Come in," a masculine voice answered.

Two wooden doors opened into a large room. The walls of the room were white, but had golden markings on it. A majority of the room was colored at least a bit of gold. Most of it may have even been actual gold. Standing directly in front of the wooden doors was a massive-sized bed. It had silk drapings that seemed to elegantly pile up at the floor. The bed itself stood on a platform that was about half a foot higher than the floor. The each side wall of the room contained three windows that seemed to be spaced equally away from each other. The curtains of the windows were somewhat opposite of the walls. It was gold, with some kind of white design. The room was decorated with paintings, flowers, chairs, bookshelves, and so much more. On both sides of the bed were two other wooden doors. One led to the bathroom and the other to a closet.

The person who opened the door was a woman who had dark purple hair and was dressed in a plain black dress. The skirt part of the dress started at her waist and then stopped above her knees. The dress was simple, but formal at the same time. "Master Usui, your guest that you requested has arrived."

Usui was sitting on one of the window sills, reading a book. Even though tonight was the ball, he didn't seem nervous at all. It was almost as if he could care less about who his future wife would be.

"...Great…" He replied without even looking up from his book.

The woman didn't say a word more. She just walked up to Usui, took the book away from him, and set in down onto the coffee table nearby. "Come on, at least pay attention to what I said. You were the one who asked me to invite that person." She sighed. "Shall I send your guest in?"

Usui just looked out the window after he got his book taken away. "Yea, go ahead."

The woman just walked away, mumbling about how difficult Usui could be sometimes.

"Ahh. Wait, Satsuki." Usui finally stopped looking out the window. He had stopped the woman, Satsuki, just before she was opening the doors.

"Yes, Master?"

"You prepared the other thing I asked for right?"

"Of course." She bowed. "I'll go get the guest now, if you don't need anything else."

"Yeah… go ahead." His gaze diverted back outside the window, as if analyzing each star in the sky.

Right as Satsuki reached for the door knob, the door opened itself. A man, dressed in a white suit stepped in. Usui's head jerked towards the door immediately, wondering who barged in like that. Usui's emerald eyes were met with a pair of bright yellow eyes.

"You two took too long." The man smirked. "You know I don't like waiting, cousin."

Usui matched the man's smirk. "Great. This is where things get interesting, so you better listen closely."

"What could be more interesting than the King's ball to find a new wife?" The man asked. He ran his hand through his spiky pale lime green hair.

"Do you remember that one time that I saved you from the scary pack of cats?"

The man looked to his right, seeing Satsuki trying to suppress her laughter. His once calm expression was now replaced with one of embarrassment. He gave Usui a I-thought-we-agreed-not-to-talk-about-that-incident kind of look.

Usui chuckled. "Well, now it's time for you to repay me, Igarashi Tora-kun."

…

So many things were running through Misaki's head in the limo.

What if I meet him? What will he say? What will he do? What will I do? Oh my gosh! I'm not ready for this. Misaki! You're ready for this! If you can handle your past, you can handle this little event. Oh my gosh, what if I trip while going down the stairs? What if I rip the dress? Jeez Misaki, why are you so useless? Honestly, so many people had to make sacrifices for you to go. Don't you remember your life motto? Live life to the fullest! Actually, isn't my life motto actually-

"Are you alright back there, Miss…?" The chauffeur asked.

"Miss Ayuzawa. Misaki Ayuzawa." Misaki quickly answered. Oh man, wrong answer… not Misaki, it's Misa! Misaaaa! "Eh, actually Misa. Sorry… I'm really out of it. It's kind of how people are named Sam, but also sometimes mix their names up with Samantha." She rambled on.

The chauffeur chuckled. "Nervous, eh?"

"Ehh? Can you tell?" Misaki massaged her temples.

"Just a little bit...but don't worry. You look great."

"Ahh, thank you, Mister…"

"Oh, you can call me Alfred. Alfred Jones."

"Thank you Alfred. I really appreciate this."

"Don't worry," he smiled back in the rear view mirror at her. "So, is this your first time to one of these masquerades?"

"Well, my first time in a very long time."

"Are you married by chance?"

"No… not currently. I was a very long time ago." Misaki let out a nervous laugh.

"Well, let me give you advice," Alfred offered. "When you're looking for a partner, fall in love with their eyes. Because eyes are the only things that don't age, so if you fall in love with their eyes, you'll be in love forever."

Misaki was in awe at the old man's wistful advice. "That is one of the most inspiring things I've ever heard. Once again, thank you Alfred." She gave him a gentle smile.

"Don't praise me too much." He chuckled. "Those words were actually told to me by a friend. You should meet him sometime. He runs a delinquent that runs a delicious restaurant nearby."

"Oh, maybe I'll stop by sometime, I've never met a delinquent that cooks." Misaki gave a nervous laugh.

"Oh, he doesn't cook. His gang members cook," the man replied innocently. "It's a real delight. He's a funny fellow."

The car seemed to be slowing down, so Misaki looked out the window. She realized that they had just passed the Palace Gates. Everything in the palace looked the same. The flowers, trees, the crystal-clear marble steps. It was as if she had never left.

Wow, talking to him did get my mind off of my nervousness. Time really does fly.

The door she was looking through suddenly opened.

"We're here, Miss Misa-chan." Alfred announced, offering to help her out of the car.

Misaki took his hand, and carefully exited the car. She had to make sure that she didn't step on her dress, or rip it by accident.

It had been six years since she had been in Miyabigaoka, but now she finally made it back.

Home sweet home.

…

"Satsuki, if you could go get the things I requested for earlier, that would be great." Usui commented.

"Ahh, yes, of course." Satsuki bowed once more, and took her leave.

After Satsuki left, Tora started talking once again.

"Hey, hey. I thought we had put the whole cat incident aside."

"I just need a small repayment. It's easy as pie." Usui explained. "All you need to do is not be you for tonight."

Tora stood there, processing what Usui just said. Silence filled the room for a good minute. "You mean like, not be the handsome player that I am?" Tora smirked. "I honestly don't think I can do that. You know, once in a while, heaven makes the perfect man. And I am exactly tha-"

"No, not that idiot." Usui rolled his eyes. "I mean, I need you to be me."

"You want me to be king?" Tora questioned. "I mean like, it's not that I'm not fit to be king… but the whole king thing seems to be a lot of work."

Usui face palmed himself. How stupid did Tora become after all of these years? "No. I mean I need you to pretend to be me. And I'll pretend to be you. If I'm going to look for a suitable queen, and a mother-like woman, then it's easier to be someone that no one knows. That way I can skip the whole money-hungry-gold-digging women. You get what I'm saying?"

Tora nodded. "And how will we fool everyone? We look similar, but lets face it. I'm way hotter," he joked. "Anyways, jokes aside, how are you going to transform this," he used his pointer finger to circle his face. "To that?" He pointed towards Usui's face.

Knock Knock.

Both the men's' attention diverted towards the door.

"Come in," Usui allowed.

Satsuki opened the doors once again and stepping inside the regal room. This time, she came with two bags.

Usui smiled. "We're going to use those," he gestured to the bags.

"This one's yours, Master Usui," Satsuki handed the bag in her right hand to Usui. "And this is yours," She gave Tora the remaining bag.

Tora just looked at the bag in suspicion. He kept his eyes on both Usui and Satsuki as he slowly opened the bag to look at its contents. Inside, he found a blonde wig, and a jar. He held the jar up and gave Usui a questioning look.

"Contacts. Emerald contacts to be precise." Usui responded.

"Ahhh," Tora nodded. "So you have… yellow contacts and green hair?"

"Pale lime green hair, to be exact." Satsuki noted. "Master Usui was very thorough when it came to this disguise."

"And I'm not using contacts." Usui added.

"If you're not wearing them, why should I?" Tora retorted.

"Because. Everyone knows that I have emerald eyes. But most of the people coming haven't even seen me in real life. So even if the faces are a bit different, the eyes need to be the same color because it's a masquerade party. Plus no one knows you. So it doesn't matter what color your eyes are." Usui explained in a matter of factly way. "And wigs already irritate me. So why would I bother with contacts too?"

"Wow, you really know how to choose the right words that will hurt me the most." Tora pouted. "And lots of people know me."

"Lots of women know you," Usui corrected. "I don't need a woman who's been with you, so it's fine."

"Are you saying my choice of women is bad?" Tora scoffed.

"No no no. You've got me all wrong, Tora-kun." Usui smirked. "I'm saying that the women's choice in men are bad."

After being insulted so much my Takumi, Tora decided to just let it go. He's probably just nervous about tonight or something. He's usually calm and collected, but today he's insulting me every chance he gets. "Anyways, to get back on topic, what do you want me to do as you?"

"I don't know, talk to some females. Everyone's going to greet you, so just don't be you." Usui shot a serious glare at Tora. "That means don't flirt with anyone, don't steal other men's wives. You know what? Just don't even look at the married women. All you have to do is smile and shake hands."

"Gee, I don't know… that sounds a bit too hard to do." Tora joked. "But I guess. Since you practically begged me to help you, I have no choice."

"Yes yes. Since I begged you. Even though I was the one to rescue you when you were cornered by cats."

Tora gulped. "I thought we agreed you wouldn't talk about it again!" He whispered to Usui.

"Anyways, inside of the bag is a wig, contacts, and new clothes. If you're gonna be me, I can't have you dressing like that. There's also a card in there with a speech. Memorize it, because you're going to have to lip sync it." After making sure that Tora understood what he was doing, Usui left him to practice in his bedroom chambers. "Satsuki will help you with whatever you need tonight. Thanks again, cousin."

…

Misaki immediately put on her mask, hoping no one saw her without the mask. It's not like anyone would recognize me anyways. Not with what I'm wearing.

She stepping onto each of the marble steps. It seemed like she had never left. Exactly six steps, and she arrived at the palace doors. She grazed her fingertips along the carvings on the door. She remembered when the doors would open, and he would be standing in front of her, with his arms open.

Someone cleared their throat loudly. Grabbing Misaki's attention.

"Ahem, invitation, Miss?" A guard at the door asked.

Misaki's cheeks seemed to become slightly more pink, even with her blush on. "Oh, I'm sorry. Here." She gave the guard the white invitation that everyone in Seika had gotten. What's the point of checking if everyone else has it?

The guard carefully checked through the contents of the invitation and handed it back to Misaki. "Welcome to Miyabigaoka Castle. Please make your way to the Ballroom. It's to your-"

"Ah, I know where it is." Misaki kindly declined.

The guard let the mysterious woman find her way to the ballroom, puzzled at how she knew where to go. But he didn't think too hard about it, because other people were quickly lining up in front of him to get inside.

Misaki walked the same hallways that she did when she was only 15 years old. She had an urge to check every single room to see if they had changed at all. She actually decided to take a detour to the ball room. Instead of turning left and arriving there right away, she turned right and decided to go around the entire palace. There's nothing wrong with just looking around… and if anyone asks, I'll just say I got lost.

As soon as she turned right, one side of the hallway had doors, and the other side had windows. She took this opportunity to open all of the doors and peer inside. So far, she had seen four closets, two bathrooms, five guest rooms, two kitchens, one library, and an exercise room. According to what she remembered, this next room would just be another ordinary guest room.

As Misaki opened the room, she knew something was different. This room's air was different. All the other rooms had shown signs that no one had stayed in there for a while. But this room, this room was different. It had a distinct scent… one she knew all too well. It was like roses with baby powder and strawberry. It was an odd combination, but it worked so well together. She shook her head before she stepping into the room. There's no way. You're wrong Misaki. You have to be.

She continued to open the door, until it was all the way open. The first thing she saw on her left were two twin sized beds. T-t-that's probably for guests who come with children. Yea… that's it. Maybe they changed it because a guest came with kids one time. She continued looking around. Even though no lights were turned on, there was three windows on the wall in front of her. The full moon's light had easily poured into the room. There were bookshelves, a treasure chest, wardrobes, and many other things. Misaki walked up to the bedside table in between the two beds. She knew the lamp that sat on top of it. It was the lamp that she used to use. The white cloth lamp with golden ruffles. She carefully turned it on. There was a hidden button on its base that she knew all too well. As soon as she hit the button, the light made the items on the table visible. There was one thing that stood out to her. It was a picture frame. Inside the picture frame were two kids that she wished not to ever see in this palace. Misaki slowly brought the picture up to her face to confirm it was them. No. No… no no no no no n-

"What are you doing here?!" A voice boomed behind her.

Misaki immediately jerked to where the voice was. She couldn't see the person's face or what the person was wearing because of the bright lights in the hallway shining into the nearly dark room. All she could see were the emerald eyes pouring into her amber eyes and the voice she could recognize from miles away. Takumi.