Hmm, I suppose I could give revolutionshipping one more shot. Hi everyone! Finally, my first multichaptered non-oneshot story. This time it's a crossover between Yu-Gi-Oh and Maid-sama [Kaichou wa Maid-sama! (lit. "The President is a Maid!") to be exact]. I thought it would be a nice combination because Anzu is a girl who can kick ass especially in the manga/Season 0.

For those who are familiar with/know Kaichou wa Maid-sama!, I'm not going to follow exactly everything in that show, especially if it would make the Yu-Gi-Oh characters OOC. I would like to retain as much Yu-Gi-Oh-ness as possible while keeping everything in the direction of Kaichou wa Maid-sama!, which explains some of the changes in the dialogue. Also, normally I don't use "Yami" but "Dark Yugi" will not fit here, and I'm reserving "Atem" for a special reason here. Regarding the scenes, not all Kaichou wa Maid-sama! scenes would be used; some would be modified or used to a minimum or not used at all, especially those that have nothing to do with the revolution/spiritshipping-ness of the fic. If I used them, they would make the fic unnecessarily long.

As always, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh and Kaichou wa Maid-sama!

Chapter 1: As Long as No One Finds Out

Stepping out from the Student Council room, Anzu began her patrol around the campus after school. As the President of the Student Council, it was her duty to keep the peace and order among the students and make sure the school rules were being followed. In fact, she had just finished holding a meeting with the Student Council on completing a Student Guidebook to make sure everyone wouldn't be so ignorant of the rules and use that ignorance as some weak excuse to escape her punishment.

And the biggest offenders of that were the guys. Always the guys.

It had been a few years since Domino High became a co-ed school. Since it used to be an all-male school, four-fifths of the student population was still composed of the boys. The school resembled a wild jungle more than an institution for learning. Lockers stuffed with garbage, sweaty clothes and socks unwashed for days. Smelly toilets. Prolific obscene materials here and there. Guys practically nude during the summer. And the uniforms—Anzu didn't even want to get started with the uniforms. Many guys have little or zero respect for clothing etiquette and proper appearance, from untucked shirts and unbuttoned jackets to improper shoes and dyed hair.

"Come on, just for today. You can do it for me, right?"

"But I..."

"Come on."

Anzu's ears perked at the trouble she was hearing. As she rounded the corner, she was right. Otogi, one of the boys she had temporarily banned entrance to the school this morning for improper appearance, was charming a girl, with an arm rested against the wall above her head, leaning close to her while holding a mop.

"I... I wish I could..." the girl stuttered, nearly blushing. "But I got to go somewhere important today... I have something to do..."

"Something more important than me?" Otogi asked flirtatiously. "I'll tell you what. If you do the cleaning duty for me, I'll make your 'something to do' even more worth your while. I'll turn it into our date. Well, what do you say?"

"I say, cut that out, now."

Both students turned to find Anzu just a meter away from them.

"Prez!" the girl exclaimed.

Otogi, however, seemed rather annoyed. "You again, Anzu Mazaki. What do you want now?"

"Go now," Anzu told the girl. "I'll handle this."

The girl nodded and then took off.

Anzu turned to Otogi. "And you! Stop using your charms to manipulate girls into doing your responsibilities for you. Anyone who does not do his cleaning duty gets one week of toilet cleaning instead!"

"Tch." Otogi dug one hand into the pocket of his pants. "You know, if you weren't more of a guy than a girl, I would have been more tolerant of you."

"Well, I don't plan to meet your expectations, so stop changing the subject to get off the hook. And why are you still wearing that earring?" she demanded, pointing to the die earring hanging from his left ear. "I told you this morning to remove that."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll take it off," he shrugged off, turning around to walk away.

"I said, take it off, now."

The brunet looked back at her, irritated. "I told you, I'll take it off. Quit being so annoying!" Suddenly he tried to land a punch on Anzu.

But Anzu caught it with one hand, her blood rising. "If you don't do it yourself—" With that, she ripped the earring off his earlobe. "Confiscated!"

Otogi yelled in pain, holding his swelling ear as he stepped back. The rest of the male students hanging around the corridor cringed and stepped back as well in fear at their president's sudden course of action. "What's with you! Are you planning to tear my entire ear off?"

Anzu glared. "If you don't want that to happen, then you'd better listen to my warning and actually heed it."

"Tch." Otogi glared back and turned around to go but not before looking back at her. "I'll never let you get away with this." He took off running in the hallway.

"Wait! You haven't even started cleaning yet!" Anzu called out in protest but he was too far away to catch up. She sighed, continuing her rounds when she heard sounds of perverse male giggling inside a nearby classroom. Her suspicions aroused, she slid the door open.

Jounounchi and Honda were huddled close, reading a porn magazine—the cover with the photo of a barely dressed girl in an indecent position was too obvious to be mistaken—too engrossed to notice Anzu marching in until she snatched the magazine away. They looked up, surprised, then indignant. "Mazaki!"

"Pornographic material of any kind is not allowed," she stated authoritatively, tapping the air with the bundled magazine in her grasp.

"Hey, give that back!" Jounouchi demanded, lunging at Anzu in his attempt to get the magazine but she evaded him. "Mazaki, that's violation of the right to privacy and property!"

"Confiscated item. That's what this is. And the two of you. Your shirts are still untucked just like this morning. Do something about that!"

"Now wait a sec." Honda stood up. "You can't just order us around like you're our mother!"

"I see." Anzu crossed her arms over her chest. "No wonder you two are best pals with Otogi. Birds of the same feather do flock together, after all."

Jounouchi glared at her. "If you don't quit lording over us, then you leave us no choice but to―"

"Anzu?" a female voice called out from outside the door. "Is that you?"

Anzu blinked. "Shizuka!" She watched as the door opened to reveal Shizuka and Miho.

"Shizuka," Jounouchi said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"Big brother! I heard your voices just now; I thought maybe you're having a fight or something... What's going on?"

The blond fell silent for a while, then sighed. "Nothing. Come on. Let's go, Honda." Honda followed him as they passed by the three girls. Then Jounouchi turned to his sister. "Don't hang around much with her, Shizuka. You might end up just like her someday." And then he and Honda left for good.

The girls watched them go. Then Shizuka turned to Anzu with an apologetic face. "I'm sorry for the behavior of my brother. Please don't mind whatever he said. He's a really good person, I promise."

Anzu chose not to respond to that. How two entirely different people like Shizuka and Jounouchi were even related by blood was beyond her comprehension.

Miho looked around in wonder. "So what happened anyway? What was that all about?"

"Nothing. Just another day of crossing ways." It didn't matter to Anzu even if it was the brother of one of her best friends she was going up against. Discipline was discipline. She had to keep up, no, be ahead of everyone in being tough and headstrong. It was the only way she could keep these unruly boys in line.

She had vowed before to purge this school of all its filth and notorious reputation. Otogi, Jounouchi and Honda were just minor cases. Majority of the guys always did as they pleased, even if it meant scaring the girls with their tactless antics and pushing them around, just to name a few. With the girls being the minority, they could do nothing but endure everything. The only way to change this environment was to direct things from the top.

And so Anzu had done everything she could. She had studied hard until she became valedictorian. Worked on her athletic skill. Practiced and improved more on aikido, something she had studied before to stop male customers at her once part-time job at Burger World from touching her. Built good relationships with her teachers, who were more than glad to leave the problem of reforming the entire school in her hands. And so by her hard efforts, she had gained their trust and obtained her current status as the Student Council President.

Just then, a sound of someone crying floated in the air.

Another problem?

Anzu, followed by the others, strode around the near corner to find the source. It was a girl in tears, in front of a guy in proper uniform this time, with spiky tricolored hair. "Hey, what happened?"

The guy turned to her. "Nothing much. Just rejecting a confession."

Anzu tensed. "You again, Yami?" The guy who's always making girls cry. As the girl hurried away still crying, Anzu glared at him. "How many times do I have to tell you, be more sensitive when choosing your words! You're going to pay if I catch you bringing another girl to tears!"

Yami met her glare with silent yet naturally intense crimson eyes.

As much as Anzu wanted to glare him to death, she knew she wasn't in the position to impose her authority the way she had on Otogi, Jounouchi and Honda. After all, what had transpired was more of a personal matter, not violation of school rules. So she broke her eyes away from his and turned away to continue her rounds. As she walked, she could feel Yami's eyes on her. That guy...

"Anzu, Anzu! Wait!"

Anzu stopped at Miho's voice until Miho and Shizuka caught up with her.

Miho turned to Anzu with widened eyes. "Anzu, did you just tell off Yami?"

Anzu looked at her friend in surprise. "You know this guy?"

"Of course, Miho knows him! He's the coolest guy there ever is here in our campus!" Miho turned dreamy, the way she always did when it came to admiring guys. "He's brilliant, intelligent... Not only that; he's really good when it comes to games of any kind. Miho heard that he has won game championships before. Plus he has great fighting skills and people say he's really strong! All the guys look up to him, and his grades are consistently excellent!" Miho's eyes sparkled. "And of course, those good looks! He's the ray of light in our school, which is otherwise nothing but filthy boys!"

Anzu nearly raised one eyebrow at this.

"But Miho heard he's never shown any interest in girls." For a while, the look of enthusiasm on Miho's face dampened.

Shizuka nodded. "I've heard the very same thing about him. But despite that, girls still confess to him."

"Well, I don't care how popular or how good he is." Anzu turned on her heel. "I have to go now. Got to finish my patrol."

"All right. See you tomorrow, Anzu!" Shizuka and Miho chorused, waving goodbye before heading off in the opposite direction of the hallway. Anzu smiled as she watched them, then lost the smile as she resumed her walk.

I really don't care. Her azure eyes hardened as she gazed ahead of her. I hate them. She tried to curb the resentment trying to eat her from the inside.

I hate guys who make girls cry.

After walking from school, Anzu reached her home. She pushed the gates—and both barriers fell down. Again.

She sighed. She would need money to fix them. As she made her way to her house, she couldn't help but gaze at it. It wasn't so old but it sure needed a lot of repairs to maintain it. The paint on the walls was chipping off, and the aged floorboard was already deteriorating, enough that her foot had accidentally stepped through it this morning—just to name a few. Mentally making a note of these, she proceeded and entered the foremost room. "Mom, I'm home!"

Mrs. Mazaki looked up, a paintbrush and a figurine in her hands. Rows of other figurines to be worked on were set aside on her left and a set of the finished ones on her right. She coughed but suppressed it. "Oh, Anzu. Welcome home."

Anzu studied her, nearly frowning. Her mother wasn't exactly a very healthy person, but it didn't stop her from doing other things like what she was doing right now, besides holding a job. "You had a night shift at the hospital, right? You don't have a strong constitution, so you shouldn't overwork yourself."

"I'm all right. I can't just put all the burden on you, Anzu." Her mother smiled. " I need to shape up as well, you know?"

Anzu tried to return that smile but it didn't reach her eyes. If only Dad hadn't disappeared after leaving a debt. Her family would still be financially stable, and Anzu would still be pursuing her dream as a dancer. Initially she had been working on her tuition for her study in dance in America by working at Burger World but had been forced to set her dream aside and use the money to pay off the debt instead ever since.

"By the way, Anzu, there was a call a little earlier from the chief where you work. One of the staff members can't come, so she wants you to take her place."

"Oh, really? I have to go right away, then!" She rushed to her bedroom to change into casual clothes and hurried back to her mother. "Try to rest up a bit, Mom. I'll be on my way."

And with that, she left for work.

The door of the Maid Latte opened.

"Welcome home, Master."

Anzu, now donned in a variation of a French maid outfit with her hands on her lap, bowed in service together with the manager and one of her co-workers in similar uniforms as they welcomed the new male customer in the café. Her fellow maid ushered him to a nearby table while Anzu waited attentively for any other customer who might order or need something.

Her manager turned to her. "I'm sorry, An-chan. Asking you to take over so suddenly like this..."

"No, it's okay," Anzu assured her with a friendly smile. "I've got various expenses to meet this month, so it was actually a good opportunity."

In truth, working as a pseudo-maid in a maid café wasn't exactly what she had in mind when she was searching for a new job. She had been fired from Burger World after, in self-defense, accidentally injuring a customer who had tried to grope her. She had always wanted to leave that place because of such people, besides the average income, in search for greener pastures. But finding a part-time job with the salary she needed for her family and for the debt was a tough challenge besides keeping it a secret. After all, the school prohibited its students from working, giving only special exemptions for students in financially tough situations. Anzu had no want to ask for such, however, for the possibility of weakening her reputation, and consequently her power and influence as the Student Council President, and gaining pity instead.

Her job search had led her to the neighboring town where she found Maid Latte, a maid café and the only immediate establishment that could meet her money needs and keep the job secret at a safe distance. It had been easy to get hired and adopt to the operations of the job, thanks to her work experience as a waitress at Burger World. And the pristine café was a different world from her school and her former place of work. Maid Latte bore a quiet and more relaxing atmosphere, and in general the customers were not rude or offensive, just plain nice.

"Oh, An-chan," a customer from a nearby table called out.

Anzu turned to him politely. "Yes?"

"Can I get one Moe Moe Omelet Rice?" he asked.

She bowed courteously, a friendly smile on her face enough to make her customer blush. "One Moe Moe Omelet Rice? I'll bring one right away, Master."

A few hours later, Anzu went out to the back of the café, bringing a loaded plastic bag of garbage.

Really, she thought, heaving a weary sigh as she dumped the bag into a huge trash can. I've worked here for so long but I still can't get used to this place. It wasn't just because she had to dispose of the heavy garbage as the café was closing. It was true that she needed a well-paying job like what she had now. But Anzu had to adjust in other areas, from wearing a maid uniform with its black sleeves falling off her shoulders to being polite, all-feminine, and humbly treating her customers as her masters or mistresses as part of her maid persona package—the exact opposite of the tomboyish ruthless president she was known for, and maintaining both images on a daily basis. Even the contrast between being a president and an ordinary waitress was easier to stomach. Imagine if anyone from her school would see her now...

No, that would not happen, so as long as she was careful about it. Even Miho and Shizuka knew nothing about her job; Anzu would not dare risk anything. Letting the administration or her fellow schoolmates know she was holding a job out of financial trouble would weaken her power and influence; that was bad enough. Allowing them to find out her exact job description would completely obliterate her reputation and everyone's respect for her, scratch that, obliterate her.

She glanced down at herself as some random person was passing her by. "If someone from the school sees me like this..." But then she chuckled. Well, at least this place was rather far from her school. "Don't be so paranoid, Anzu. Besides, who on earth could possibly see you in this outfit right now?"

"Wow."

She glanced up in surprise.

And gasped.

Yami had stopped by in front of her, an unreadable gaze in his crimson eyes as his hands dug his pockets.

"This is a surprise. If it isn't the Prez," he stated as he began to walk away.

Her mouth open in shock, pure horror flooded every cell of Anzu's frozen body as her world crumbled.

And in that instant, there was nothing more she wanted to do than to just die.

-To be continued.

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