Disclaimer: I do not own Maid Sama! I do own my OCs

The dreaded trip was creeping up on Tsuikiko. She wondered how she could make it out of the trip without ruining her grades. She could say she was too sick to go, but then she would also have to miss school for a whole week, ruining her spotless attendance. She finally come to the conclusion that there was no possible way to skip out on the annual hell.

She walked out of school with her head hung in anger mumbling inaudible cruses to her feet. Tsuikiko began thinking of all the problems that would come before her. She didn't even have a friend she could room with. She rode home a little faster that day.

She was emailed the schedule for the trip and scowled at the itinerary. She rubbed her face up and down in circulating motions to relieve stress. She sipped on the coffee beside her. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid,' she thought.

The morning they left was too far sunny for Tsuikiko's liking. She covered her eyes while handing the bus driver her duffle bag. "It's too fucking sunny," she hissed.

She felt a familiar hand tap her shoulder. "Hey."

"What do you want?" She turned around with a dead look in her.

"Sit next to me." It wasn't a question.

"Now why would I want to do that?" Her attitude was different than usual. She was typically calmer and less snappy. This trip has her insides set aflame.

"You're alone." Genji lifted a brow, but nothing else moved. His expression was blank and gave no hints to what he was thinking.

Tsuikiko grunted in response turning away from him, walking to the doors. Genji stood still watching her pile in. She had one foot on the pavement and the other on the steps. She twisted her head around to look at him and gave a small flick of her neck. Genji took that as a yes and also got onto the bus.

The drive was silent between the too, just as the assembly. The whole bus was shaking with the noise the rest of the student body was making, but Genji remained unfazed. Tsuikiko had her headphones in and wanted to throw her body out the window.

"Go to sleep."

"Huh?" Tsuikiko removed the music from her ear and looked up at Genji.

"It will make the drive seem shorter."

She thought about what he said for a few moments, but started wrapping the wire around her phone. She put it underneath her thigh and closed her eyes.

However long into the drive, Tsuikiko's head fell against Genji's bicep. Genji felt a small thud and peered down at the sleeping beauty. He pushed her hair out of her eyes and let her be.

"Oi," Genji shook the petite girl awake, "We're here."

Tsuikiko's brows furrowed and she pressed further into Genji. "Shut up."

"Tsk." Genji poked her in the stomach and she roared to life.

"Gah," she glared at him, "Don't touch me."

Genji hunched over in his seat, ignoring the instructions the chaperone was yelling. "You slept on me for three hours."

"Oh…sorry." Tsuikiko looked away from Genji and raised her head above the other students. "Do you know when we find out our roommates?" She didn't look towards him.

"No."

"Ok. See you." Tsuikiko waved and walked ahead of Genji.

Genji sighed and went to retrieve his bags from the back

The whole class could feel the cool breeze on their skin. Tsuikiko honed in on the waves crashing on the shore. She opened her eyes when she heard a teacher calling out room assignments.

"Mizushima Tsuikiko and Labret Chrysanthemum, Room 32.

Tsuikiko didn't recognize the name and ran through the faces that she vaguely knew. She felt something lightly hit her back and saw Genji holding out her duffle bag to her with one hand.

"Thank you." She bowed and went to go and find Room 32.

The room wasn't all to difficult to find and was on the third floor. She assumed it would have a balcony and a nice view, because it was facing the ocean. She twisted the key and saw that a bag was already laying on one of the beds. Steam emerged from the bathroom with a girl rubbing her head with a towel.

"Rain?" Tsuikiko was all too confused.

Rain dropped the towel and scrambled to pick it back up. "Y-yeah."

Tsuikiko held up her room key. "I think you may have the wrong room."

Rain continued squeezing out the excess water and deeply sighed. "Labret Chrysanthemum is me. Rain is the stage name." Rain shut her eyes and waited for the outburst of laughter. It never came. She slowly opened one eye and saw Tsuikiko with a cocked head.

"Why would you choose Rain over Chrysanthemum? I think its a very pretty flower." Tsuikiko ended the conversation and hauled her bag onto the empty mattress.

Rain wasn't sure how to react. She gave a grunt, "Mm."

Tsuikiko sat on her bed and predicted the view accurately. The crash of the ocean waves could be heard from their room and the scent of salt wafted to her nose. She smiled a little and laid down closing her eyes. The surreal minutes ticked by and Rain didn't make a sound.

"You look stupid. Stop that."

Tsuikiko lazily opened her eyes at the voice. She didn't need to roll her head towards the door to discover who it was. Instead, she rolled her eyes. She removed her hands from behind her head and pushed herself up. "Piss off." She looked at Rain whose eyes were darting back and forth between the two. She caught Rain's sight.

"Uh, he has a master key. I didn't let him in," she held her hands up in defense. She snickered and skipped past Tora and out the door.

Tsuikiko rubbed her forehead in distress and stared at Tora, "Are you going to tell me what you want?"

"I want more money and an insanely attractive super model to get with, but you can't provide me with that, can you?" He grinned and leaned against the door frame. He watched her chest rise up and down. The strip of skin that peeked up from the waist line of her sweats made him shift uncomfortably.

She was becoming more irritable by the second and leaned forward to leave the room. She snatched the key and her phone off the T.V. stand and marched to the door. She passed Tora and felt disgust creep up on her, "Tch."

When she was passing him, his hand came up and caressed the patch of stomach showing. His cold fingers dragged between her lounge pants and her tank top.

She jumped back at his touch and cleared her throat, "Don't do that."

He laughed his cold signature laugh and ran the same finger down her skinny arm. "I can do it when I please, wherever I please, and how I please. Don't get too cocky, Tsuikiko. I haven't forgotten about my promise."

Tsuikiko knew what that promise was. Her exposure was up for grabs and she slapped his hand away, "Thanks for the reminder, asshole."

She walked down the long hallway, just as she did when she first met. Tora crossed his arms and watched her hips sway and her hair swing and every other little movement. He remembered their first encounter and bit his lip.

"She's hotter in sweats," he said to reassure himself.

A.N.

I'm so sorry for the late chapter. My agency has been really hectic lately. But, I know you all hate excuses. I had some stuff written and decided that I owe it to you to post what I have so here it is. This chapter is pretty boring and it serves as an intro to a lot of things that are coming up. I already have a fairly stable plot that I'm standing to, but some might change. Thanks for reading again. Review, Follow, Favorite.

~ Luna Restings