Me-Hello and we're back with Broken!
Usui-Wahoo.
Me-You hush up!
Misaki-*growls*
Tora-So, what's up this time?
Me-We time skip to eight years later.
Tora-Oh wow.
Me-Yeah, I know.
Misaki-NightcoreAddictXx does not own Kaichou Wa Maid-Sama!
Me-And read on!
Normal POV
"Usui, I don't want to see you ever again!"
Usui shot up suddenly, blinking his emerald orbs twice.
He sighed in relief, realizing that it was all just a dream.
Ever since he left Misaki back in Japan, he's been hearing this exact phrase in his mind. And it has been, what? Eight years since he had last seen her? I mean, yeah, he had a picture of the two of them on his phone as his wallpaper, but he really missed her.
And being lovesick for eight year was seriously taking a toll on him.
He keeps hearing her, he keeps seeing her, and it looked so real. But, it wasn't.
He wiped some sweat bullets away with the back of his hand just as a maid came into the room.
His eyes were wide in surprise.
"Misaki...?" he questioned softly.
"Usui sir? Are you feeling okay?" the maid asked.
Usui felt like he wanted to slap himself.
"Why do I keep forgetting? I'm in England, not in Japan..." he kept telling himself as he answered the maid's question.
"I am fine. Thanks for asking, though." he told her.
"Your uncle would like to speak to you. Come to his office after breakfast." she told him before leaving him by himself in his room.
He stood up, walked over to his closet and began to search through his clothes for something to wear.
He finally settled on a black button up shirt with a pair of white skinny jeans and black skater shoes.
He sprayed some of his Kenneth Cole cologne on himself and he left his room.
He walked down the hall, walked down the marble stairs, and headed into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Usui-san!" everyone said simultaneously.
Usui nodded in their direction as he picked up a chocolate covered donut and bit into it.
"Is that all you'll be having for breakfast, sir?" one of the chefs asked.
Usui nodded.
"Yes. I shall be heading to Uncle's office now." he said before eating the rest of his donut and walked out of the kitchen.
He headed up the marble stairs and walked down the hallway to the last door on the left.
He pushed open the door and saw a black leather chair turned to him.
"Uncle?" he questioned as he slowly closed the door behind him and walked over to the desk.
The chair twirled around to reveal a guy, who was otherwise known as Usui's uncle.
"Usui, I need to discuss a very important subject with you. Your father would've discussed it with you, but as you know, he's not here." he told him.
Usui grimaced at the mere thought of his dad, but he shook that feeling off as he nodded.
"What is it, Uncle?" he asked.
"Usui," he looked at him with a serious look on his face. "I set you up in a marriage with this girl named Marlene." he told him.
The office was oddly silent for a few minutes as Usui tried to process this, an unreadable look on his face.
"The..." he couldn't finish that thought, for he began to speak his mind.
"The hell is this?!"
His uncle nodded.
"Usui, Marlene is a nice girl. She'll be everything you asked for. I didn't even have to think twice. It's a perfect offer and our companies will work together perfectly." he explained.
Usui gritted his teeth as he shot what might've been a glare in his direction.
"Uncle, you don't understand." he told him.
"What do I not understand? Everything has been made official. I just need your approval." his uncle told him.
"Listen: I do not plan on getting married at all now. When I go back to Japan, that will be the only time when I will consider marriage." he explained, keeping Misaki in the back of his mind once he said the last part.
"You can go back to Japan once you agree to marry Marlene." he told him.
"I don't even know her, goddamnit!" Usui shot back angrily.
"Now you will." he threw a folder onto the desk, papers and pictures, spewing out of folder. "I want you to look at these." he told him.
He snatched up a random photo from the mahogany red desk. He looked at the girl posing by a waterfall and his eyes were wide in shock.
Black hair. Amber eyes. Marlene reminded him of- - -
"Misaki..." her name slipped out of his lips softly, shocked by the shocking resemblance.
"What was that, Takumi?" his uncle asked.
"Nothing. It's just that she looks so..." he couldn't find the word to describe her.
"Beautiful?" his uncle suggested.
Usui nodded slowly.
"I guess so..." he trailed off.
"Well, that settles it!" he looked at Usui. "You'll say yes, won't you?" he asked.
"I gue- - -wait, what?! I never said that I would agree to the marriage!" Usui snapped angrily.
"You called her pretty." he noted.
"That is true...but still! Just because I think that she's beautiful doesn't mean that I will agree to be her husband!" Usui pointed out angrily.
"I don't care, Takumi. You're marrying Marlene and that's that." he said sternly. "She is coming tonight and you will see how nice she is."
Usui, knowing that he wasn't going to win the fight.
"Fine. Just sign the damn contract. I'm going." he said before storming out of the office.
The fiery flames of the fire in the fireplace stared at Usui as he sipped on his hot chocolate.
He only had on a pair of white pajama pants.
As a child, Usui was always powerless over his family. It was like as if his opinion didn't matter to them at all! His mom and dad were never there and as for his uncle, they would continue quarreling and bickering until Usui gave in. He wasn't allowed to make his own decisions. Even though he was the next heir in line for the company.
The door to his room opened and Usui looked away from the fireplace to see who it was.
His eyes widened once he saw who was standing in the door frame.
"Mi...Misaki?!" his heart began doing multiple somersaults as he kept his gaze on her.
The girl had black hair and amber eyes. She was wearing a silk purple nightgown and her hair was in a neat bun.
It was silent between them for a few more minutes before she shot him a sweet smile and she ran over to him.
"U-sui-kun~!" she hugged him tightly. "I finally get to meet you." she said happily as she plopped down on the velvety red couch next to him.
He forced a smile on his face, but on the inside, he frowned.
"Of course...this is that Marlene my uncle forcefully set me up with. She is not related to Misaki in any way...but, Marlene definitely doesn't have to body for that nightgown. However, Misaki would look hot in that. It would show off all of those nice, delicious curves and- - -wait, what?" he mentally smacked himself and told his mind to shut up as Marlene continued talking.
"Your uncle told me all about you. He told me how charming, handsome, and cute you were over the phone earlier today. And he was right. You possess all of those characteristics." she looked over his shoulder and gasped. "Are those tarts?" she asked.
Usui nodded as he handed her a random tart.
"Here. I'm sorry that I ate out all of the peach tarts." he took another sip from his hot chocolate. "Those are my favorite." he noted.
"No, it's okay! Besides," she bit into the tart. "I love strawberry tarts." she told him sweetly.
He cracked a small smile as he looked away from her and at the remainder of his hot chocolate.
"Oh my god, thanks! I can't believe that you knew that I liked strawberry tarts!" Misaki's voice rang through his mind and the smile on his face grew a little bigger.
At least he found one thing that both Marlene and Misaki have in common: they both like strawberry tarts.
Me-Voila!
Misaki-Oh wow...
Me-I know, right?
Usui-I hate you, writer-san.
Me-EH?! But why?!
Usui-I'm not getting married to Misa-chan. :/
Me-WHAT?! You'll get her soon!
Usui-How soon?
Me-Very late in the story soon.
Usui-...
Aoi-:p
Misaki-R&R please! If you do, you get a virtual strawberry tart! :)