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Important note: In this fic, please take note that I'm mixing the manga and my own idea. So please, in the future, don't say, 'this didn't happen in the manga or anime!' Thank you. But, in some chapters, I might follow the manga...I'll just warn you guys if I do...or maybe not anymore...

~Chapter 1 - Grandfather~

"Good morning Misaki-sama,"

Misaki took a deep breath as she entered the house she used to live in when she was young, a mansion which she cannot remember. As she entered, she shivered, the place seem so cold unlike her warmth filled place where her mother and sister were.

"Your Father is on a business trip. The Master wishes to greet you personally, he is in his study together with the Mistress." A butler said, guiding Misaki up the stairs.

Misaki moved slowly, still trying to get used to the stilettos she was wearing. Her attire completely portrayed a rich Young Lady, she had this all borrowed from Aoi-chan who didn't question why Misaki needed it, but just enjoyed the fact that Misaki wanted to be a 'real girl' already.

Misaki groaned as she had a flashback.

"Eh? What? Misaki-chan wants to dress like a rich Ojou-sama?" The manager asked when Misaki asked for Aoi's help.

"Hn hn," Aoi said proudly, "So, you are finally thinking the right way."

"Rich Ojou-sama? What for? Are you playing dress up?" Usui asked, poking his head from the kitchen.

Misaki blushed, "No! It's none of your business!"

"Then…" Aoi said, pulling a large suitcase out of nowhere.

"Wh-where did you get that from…"

"I always had it prepared in case you came back to your senses. Now…" Aoi said, opening the huge suitcase, "Yes, you'll need this and this. Yes, this color will suit your complexion."

"This is simpler, it might be good on her," the manager suggested, joining Aoi.

Misaki slowly shrunk back.

"Ah! Misaki!"

Misaki stopped from her reverie as someone called her name. She stopped walking and turned around to see a male, who seems to be the same age as her, who has dark maroon hair and golden eyes. But her brows furrowed when she didn't recognize who it was.

"Ryuu-sama." The butler leading her acknowledged.

"Ryuu?" Misaki repeated, still, that name didn't ring a bell.

"Ah, Io-san, I'll take it from here. I have a lot of things to talk about with Misaki!" the boy said cheerfully.

"Of course." The butler bowed and proceeded down the stairs.

As soon as Misaki and Ryuu were alone, Ryuu sighed and smiled a smile of relief to Misaki, though Misaki couldn't quite understand why.

"Um…" Misaki began in an uncomfortable manner.

"Ah," Ryuu said, finally realizing what was his mistake, "I'm sorry, you might not have remembered me, I'm Ryuu Sasaki, we used to play together. Well, I guess it can't be helped if you can't remember me, you were just three years old I think, and I was five by then. Well…ah…" he smiled, "You sure grew into quite a lady." He grinned, laying a hand on top of Misaki's head.

"Um…uh…" Misaki was still uncomfortable with a stranger, to her, to be so overly familiar with her.

"Really, I'm very sorry," he said, putting his hand to his side, "I guess I just can't help being so familiar with you. Well, I guess we'll get to know each other once again. The fact that you came here, you're coming to live in this mansion again…right? Come on, I'll lead you to where your grandparents are."

"Uh…okay…" Misaki said, she was speechless as she followed Ryuu.

Along the way, Ryuu asked Misaki questions about how she was doing for the past few years.

"Really? A student council president? That's great! I would've visit you anytime, but I just couldn't…" he said.

"Um, and why is that?" Misaki asked, though the answer must've been obvious.

"Because my parents disallowed me to visit commoners." He said quietly, and then he turned slightly to look at Misaki, "I'm sorry, that made you uncomfortable didn't it? The truth is, I envy you Misaki."

"Eh?"

"I mean, not with the tragedy that happened to your family, but with your freedom. I've always wanted to live a life of a commoner, even if it's just one day. Just to know what the real world is all about."

"Then why—"

"We're here," Ryuu said, smiling at her before he looked ahead and pushed open two high doors. The doors revealed a huge library, and then right at the middle, near the window, was a few steps of stairs, on top was a huge patio-looking space, only it was indoors.

Two old people were sitting quietly, one was drinking tea reading the newspaper while the other was looking through some documents.

The old woman who was looking over the documents looked up, she had a strict looking face. Misaki couldn't tell if she was smiling when the corner of her lips pulled up. "Ara, Misaki-san. You're already here."

"G-good morning," Misaki bowed, she mentally hit herself for stuttering and being nervous for no big reason.

"Did I just hear the name of my favorite granddaughter whom I haven't seen for years?" the old man said, smiling up from his newspaper.

Misaki sighed briefly. Well, he didn't seem as strict as her grandmother. But still, it was he, who had threatened her father to leave his family…she can't let her guard down just yet.

"Ryuu, I see you've been reacquainted with Misaki again." Grandfather said, slowly walking down the steps, despite his age, he seems to be strong. Walking straight and sure.

"Yes. Sadly, she doesn't remember me anymore." Ryuu said, scratching the back of his head.

Grandfather chuckled as he stopped in front of me, he gave me a once over look and smiled. "You are dressed appropriately my child. It seems you have been living a good life."

Misaki nodded politely, but deep inside she wanted to be angry. Good life. He's probably well aware of the hardship her family had to go through. Still, Misaki fidgeted in her dress. She wasn't used to this sundress she was wearing; it was a plain white sundress with a thick black belt on her waist, just to accent her shape. She had on a pair of silver strapped stilettos which she thinks was too unmatched, but Aoi insisted that it looked good. Her hair was curled just for the occasion.

"Thank you." Misaki said with a polite tone.

"So, what is the real reason why you've come here?" her Grandmother asked, proceeding down the small steps towards them.

"I shall take my leave now." Ryuu bowed, "Let's talk again later Misaki!" he smiled as he left the room.

"Oh, yes. That's right, I was surprised when your Father said he received a letter that you want to learn how to be a proper lady." Her Grandfather pointed out.

"Has your mother kicked you out of the house since she could no longer support you and your sister?"

Misaki clutched her dress. She had to control her temper. She can't just lose it like she does when she's in school. "No," Misaki said calmly, "I have merely come here to seek for your help, and also, I don't want to be a burden to my hardworking mother."

"Hardworking." Grandmother said in a mocking tone.

Misaki gripped her hands tighter.

"Now now. Let me talk to the child alone." Said Grandfather, and Misaki immediately loosened her grip at that.

"Alright," Grandmother said with a hint of disappointment.

So much for favoritism. Thought Misaki.

"Now then," Grandfather said, walking into the library as Misaki followed. "Tell me the real reason why you have come here." He opened the glass doors leading to the balcony of the library. He took a seat where another small patio lies.

"I…I'm sorry. I'm being selfish aren't I?" said Misaki.

Grandfather shook his head. "Well I just want to know what fate had done for me to able to see my favored granddaughter."

Misaki looked away, not bothering to take the seat he had offered. "If I am, your favored granddaughter, then why didn't you come see me? I didn't know anything about my father at all, nor that I even have living grandparents."

Grandfather was quiet. He looked at Misaki, his cheerful façade suddenly disappeared and was replaced by the face of a normal tired old man. "I'm sorry."

"I…I'm not blaming you or anything…" said Misaki.

Grandfather shook his head. "There'll always be something lacking in your life and that will be my fault. But nothing could've been done, child. I didn't want my son to live a hard life."

"Is that it?" Misaki asked, "Or is it because no one would inherit your business?"

The old man chuckled. "You're smart, child. But no, that's not the whole reason. While yes, I want him to inherit everything, there are still other suitable heirs though. But that kid, my son, your father, he has a great potential. He's a genius, if I must say. You have his eyes, you know."

Misaki was quiet. They were talking about her father who she had never seen, well, a father who she could no longer remember. It was kind of uncomfortable. But she's surprise, she was easily conversing with this old man, who is her grandfather, like they had not been apart, and it was like there were not status differences.

"You're searching, Misaki." Grandfather spoke, staring into Misaki's eyes intently.

"Pardon?" Misaki asked with manners.

"Your eyes. They are making judgments. Mikeru is like that too." He said, speaking of Misaki's father's name. Misaki repeated the name over and over in her head. The way her grandfather said it…it was like in English…

"Michael?" asked Misaki, she tried pronouncing it in the right English enunciation.

"Yes. You are sharp indeed." The old man chuckled once again. "Your Father was born in America, so we gave him an English name. Well, since we came to live in Japan, it's only normal people will have difficulty pronouncing it right, so we just called him Mikeru."

Misaki smiled a bit.

"Would you want to hear more about your Father or do you want to know him by yourself?"

"By myself, if that would be alright."

The old man smiled, "I don't why you still came here, Misaki. You are already a fine lady. Though you need some improvement, but I don't see why you still have to come all the way here. You could have learned from what the teenagers have now, internet."

Misaki shook her head, "It's still different. Though I admit I had learn a few of my manners there, but it is still different when a teacher is in front of me, correcting me."

"You do know what sacrifices you have to make if you want to stay in this household. Your father had chained himself in order to free you, little Suzuna and your mother."

"I am well aware." Misaki said determinedly.

"Then, your reason, I won't ask about it any further. I see that whatever it is is very important for you to fulfill. But you have to remember, that it won't be easy for you and you have to follow every task that has been given to you."

"I understand."

"And, I have heard that you are doing a part time job. You don't have to bother anymore. I will send money to your mother which is twice your salary."

"Ah. I…"

"Yes?"

"I will follow every rules or task you lay upon me, but please. Let me keep this part time job, and my current life. I know that you may be thinking of transferring me to a more prestigious school, but I've worked hard in my current school for it to become what it is right now. You can hire me a private tutor or something, but please, don't transfer me or take away the life I have now."

"Do you understand what you're asking for, child. It is like suicide. To study at school, then have your part time job and then come home for tutor on several subjects and then on your etiquette."

Misaki bowed low, "Please, grandfather. I beg you. I will do my best at everything. I won't let you down."

The old man sighed. "I'll see how I can arrange your schedule so you won't have to be tired all the time."

Misaki looked up and smiled, "Thank you."

Grandfather smiled once again, "I missed you, child."

Misaki smiled back.

"Doesn't Misa-chan look tired these days?" Ryuunosuke wondered aloud. (Kurotatsu)

"Yeah, rumors had it that the Demon of Seika has been calm lately." Naoya nodded. (Shiroyan)

"Nooo. Shiroyan! We won't get beat up anymore!" Ikuto cried. (Ikkun)

"Please be quiet, Masters." Misaki said, her brows twitching as she tried to regain patience.

"W-well, we still shouldn't push it…" Shiroyan suggested as the two members of the idiot trio nodded along with him.

"But…" Ikkun observed, as Misaki served the other guests, "Something has changed."

"Ah. Really." Usui appeared out of nowhere all of a sudden, wearing his usual blunt expression.

"U-Usui!" the idiot trio said in surprise. Their hearts practically jumping out of their chests.

"What's different?" Usui pressed, looking at Ikkun.

Ikkun gulped at Usui's sudden closeness, "Uh. Uh, she…she's more poised. Back then, Misa-chan would slouch a bit, but this time, her back seems to straighten completely."

"Waah, great Ikkun. As expected of an otaku! You saw that tiny detail immediately!" Kurotatsu praised his friend.

"Hmn…" Usui mumbled, he stared at Misaki, and couldn't help but agree with the idiot trio. Misaki had changed…somehow…

A/N: How was it? Please review! I hope to hear your reactions; I want to know if this fic is worth it. :D