(disclaimer~ Iyiyiyi don't own Maid-Sama)

You're all so pretty after washing up for this occasion! Here is chapter three! ^_^ peasants. *-* get ready~ :) (I'm excited!) this chapter will be a little bit of a dramatic one. Kinda. With a teensy bit of fluff, no bigger than a dust bunny. Rate, Review, Follow, Favorite, and- Worship me. *let's loose an evil tyrannical laugh* If you do not worship me, then I'll start torturing our poor characters! Mehehe...

So while you read, I'll go see how the construction is coming along for my new torture chamber. Enjoy!

Chapter Three. This isn't your story, Prez...

Usui grabbed his girlfriend's hand, tugging her back behind him at random, up against his back. He grunted and his entire aura darkened considerably when a certain other blonde boy stepped onto the grounds of Seika High School.

The last time he saw that face... he had barely been able to contain his murderous rage, and if not for Misaki's cute little body pressed so near beside his, her hands smoothing his arm appreciatively, calmingly, he might have blacked out and woken up to see that he'd accidentally killed that bastard Igarashi.

"Igarashi." He mumbles with a glare at his menacing blonde adversary.

The golden-eyed womanizer grins meekly in his direction, but his whole body, whole aura, is pointing toward Misaki. Usui's Misaki. He almost growled a low "Mine" but controlled his possessive beast and only pulled her a tad closer, around to his side. On the inside, he was fighting a battle with the little-Takumi who wanted to bang Igarashi's head into the sidewalk and then scoop Misa up and whisk her to better places. But on the outside his face was a complete blank slate of calm. Meanwhile, his girlfriend was building up her energy for another one of her rants.

Tora didn't know what to do when he got bored that morning. He'd, of course, went straight to harass his play-thing, but she wasn't in her locked room (he had a key, of course he could have access to her if he wanted, even if she had wrongly assumed that just locking him out would give her a shred of privacy) and he almost went out after her, but lost heart in it when his brain somehow traveled to thoughts of a certain raven-haired, bronze-eyed Student Council President.

It bugged him, this feeling he got, he didn't know he had it in him. Real, true, iron-binding and throat-parching, infatuation. In the limo, he could have had about five full glasses of sparkling water- his throat felt that dry at the moment as they pulled up in front of the familiar, none-too-grand High School.

It was actually a school day, though he didn't have to go because his school was having the week off for business reasons between the teachers and other staff. He wasn't all that interested in what it was about, therefore, he didn't know what exactly it was about. He just was dwelling in the fact that he didn't have school for quite some time until the week ended.

The word 'Igarashi' said in a none-too-polite manner met his ears the moment he set one foot on the grounds. He looked up to grin at Usui, but his mind wasn't interested in the other male, but the delicious female half-hidden behind the guy's darkened form. The auras rolling off of the two of them were so dark, Tora almost thought the day might have turned to night right then as they stared hard at him. He was indeed in dangerous territory. How fun!

"I just came by today... to visit the lovely couple." His tone was insanely duplicitous and one of his fang-like teeth poked out ever-so-slightly over his lips as he gave them both that look of his.

"Igarashi Tora- you must stop showing up uninvited to our school like this! This behavior is unacceptable and I still have a lot of work to catch up on, so you will keep this encounter short and then be on your way."

The aura blazing from her was nothing short of deeply-evil and her eyes glowed in sharp flashing red diamonds of barely-withheld rage.

Tora just chuckled. His eye caught the Walker boy pulling Misaki tighter to his torso, and he felt his own aura grow darker as well as he watched them like that.

Why? Why couldn't she be his?

"If I bother you so much," He sighed, dismissively shaking his head. "Then I won't tell you the news I have."

"What news? Make it quick- HEY!" Misaki glares over at a few boys doing something with the hose by the entrance. "STOP THAT AND GET BACK TO CLASS!"

"Yes, news about a new student transferring to your school. Another young girl."

Misaki visibly relaxed when he said 'girl'.

"Really? Well I didn't know about the transfer. Thank you, it IS rather convenient for you to tell me about that... Now get off the grounds and go bother someone else!"

"Wait," Usui, who'd been stoically silent throughout this whole encounter, spoke up suddenly. "I thought the girl living with your family would be attending Miyabigaoka?"

"Hmf. Well, that was the original plan, but it's changed." Tora smirked.

He'd certainly sent the ball rolling now. And Takumi wasn't stupid- he was figuring it out as they spoke.

"Alright, arigato." Misaki nodded abruptly to Tora, and then: "WHAT DID I SAY! STOP THAT, GET TO CLASS, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? BAKA! Listen to me the first time I tell you!" She yelled, her aura scary-black as she strutted after the quivering troublemakers who had just set down the hose to cry out, running in all directions, scattering away from the dark president.

Tora smirked at the scene, and then at Usui, who hadn't walked away yet.

Usui stared with that unreadable look

o.o

And Tora smirked more, raising a single eyebrow.

And then, neither saying a word, he turned, got back into his awaiting limo, and left Usui to attend to the fuming Misaki in the background.

So, that Walker boy knew about his plan? Very well, very well... there was nothing the green-eyed prince could do about it anyway.

That Michiyo girl would be going to Seika High and no one would be objecting.

He smiled as he leaned back into the leather fabric of the white seats in the limo, his plan unraveling itself fluently in his mind.

Oh, this, was only the beginning of a game that would definitely keep him entertained for quite some time...

And also quench that thirst in his dry throat that he had for a certain President. He grunted disapprovingly at his thoughts for a moment- and anger at her suddenly set in.

That girl had marked him, imprinted him with her charming strong will, and a strange form of attraction he had never felt before had occurred, building up ever since she had asked him to help her get that Usui Takumi back from his family in England. They had spent too much time together then.

It was becoming annoying, that he couldn't control his own thoughts anymore! What a nuisance she was to him. But at the same time... no! NO! Shit...

This isn't fucking fair, dammit! She's not supposed to be placed so deeply into my thoughts! He shakes his head. She doesn't even belong in this storyline! Why am I so hung up on getting her involved? Fuck it. Fuck everything. I have to go find that stupid toy of mine now.

Flowers in hand, cinnamon-colored hair drawn up into a ponytail and a fluffy coat snugly hugging her frame, Michiyo Akari stepped around on the area's of melted snow, wet grass brushing the bottom of her shoes as she walked with silent purpose around the deserted area.

She passed a tall stone statue, ignored it. Passed by the usual oak tree she always remembered on her way down this path, it's branches stripped almost completely bare, with the exception of a handful of brown and red leaves barely holding on- and she took a steadying breath.

And, in the next few paces, she came to a stop beside a rounded, smooth stone in the ground.

She didn't read what was scripted on it- she had too many times to count read those words, the date of death, taken it all in with bleary eyes, yes, already she had done that too many times.

What she did do is crouch down, and brushed her hand over the snow that had covered up the small area directly in front of the grave. She pressed the flowers there- she didn't know what kind of flowers they were, she had just asked the staff member Mrs. Igarashi had assigned to her for the day to pick up anything as long as they were a lovely dark pink- her mother's favorite color. The snow may cover them in a few days with it's cold sheets, but for now, they looked beautiful, belonging there only to her mother.

"Okaasan... I miss you." Her eyes were bleary again, but not yet too wet. She wouldn't cry. She didn't need to anymore, it had been a while...

After her mother's unexpected death, Akari had been placed for a month in the hands of her father's sister, her unpleasant aunt Tana, as her father was a busy man much like the Igarashi's- with his tight schedule filled with dealing with rich-people-problems, he visited her three times in that month. And she was told he visited her mother's grave at least every day. So he wasn't an uncaring man... just busy. He had divided his time between work and what he loved most- his dead wife. And Akari knew she herself, his only daughter, came in third.

He used to be a family man, long ago, before his company spiked in it's worth and popularity. Before he became so richly well-known.

Yes, that man, before he had had to stop being a father to her, he was a great father to have in the beginning... he had been so doting and... she of course missed it.

But she had to say, she missed her mother much much more...

After a month of depression and eating too many treats to make herself feel better while she cried in her new room at her Aunt's place, Mrs. Igarashi called saying she had prepared everything with her family, the press, the schools and Akari's father- she was going to be living with her mother's best friend. Her godmother, apparently. So, in 24 hours Akari locked away her tears, cleaned herself up, brushed her hair out for what had seemed the first time in that month and put presentable clothes on. She got over her mother's death so that she could live more comfortably with the Igarashi's. She got rid of the sorrow in her heart in order to make room for the gratitude she would show the high-ranked family instead. She trained herself like a dog, her rewarded treats being the kind gaze of Tora's mother when she greeted her and lightly hugged her before they got in the car, the way that the woman smelled faintly of Jasmine- just as her mother had. The biggest reward of all being, just the simple fact that, she felt she had someone to watch out for her once again.

Carefully, using the back of one finger, Akari wiped at the beginning of the tears in the corner of her eyes. She wouldn't cry today. Not when there was so much to be grateful to.

"Found you."

The girl froze on the ground where she was. Though crouching the way she was was getting uncomfortable, she would not stand and turn around if that was the voice she thought it was.

"Michiyo. Come on, it's getting late."

Anger. Pure anger rose inside of her, and anyone within a few mile's radius could probably feel and see the aura of swirling, purpley-black terrorizing darkness that was emanating from her form. Slowly, she stood up.

"WHAT. What are you doing here- here?!"

When she spun to face the blonde boy, his expression was not a smirk or an annoyed stare. It was completely impassive- flat, calm, not uninterested-looking, no, he didn't look bored. He simply looked, for the first time to Akari's eyes, blank.

"I had to find out where you were. I know I said I wouldn't but, we have important matters to discuss and-"

"What's the matter with you? Can't you see just what it is I'm in the middle of!?"

He did not shrug, as expected. Instead, his golden eyes met hers, truly met hers, if only for a moment. Instead of her gaze leveling out with his, it was his gaze that leveled into hers this time.

A strange feeling formed in her stomach and up in her rib cage beneath her coat.

The look was gone before either of them said a thing. And then, sighing, brushing one hand through his hair, he spoke to her still-dark-aura-emanating form.

"I'll wait for you in the car. I sent your driver home, so you'll be joining me for the ride back to the house."

He didn't say to hurry. He didn't give her a time limit. He just- left her like that. She stared at his retreating back, pondering.

What is this?

She turned back to her mother's grave, a small smile on her face when she saw the color of the flowers again.

Mother would hate him. She thought cheerily, thinking of just the right scowl her Okaasan would make at the boy if she met him now. She sighed gratefully, glad she could still remember the way her mother was, the looks she threw people that annoyed her, the way she smiled, the way her royal blue eyes shined with a fierce glow, always.

When Akari was done reminiscing in the hazy glow of memories of her mother, she went back to the awaiting stretch limo, sliding in across from the Igarashi boy when the door was opened for her.

On the way back, they spoke not one word. In fact, when she glanced up at him, he looked to be dozing quietly in his seat, his head leaning back carefully, his eyes closed softly.

And then, a strange thought slapped her right in the face.

That was the first time ever visiting her mother's grave that she had felt... happy. Warm. Content. At peace.

All the other times, she was filled with a bone-crushing sorrow, a heart-ripping regret, a sob-inducing pain that seared her, that emotionally scarred her.

So what was different about this visit? She glanced at the boy again, and one of his golden eyes winked open, looking at her, squinting. When he caught her looking, he was very quick to shut the one eye again, going back into fake-napping mode.

She almost gasped, but withheld it carefully. The eyes of the tiger had changed, if only for a moment, into the eyes of something a little less... animal... and a bit more... human.

So that plan turned to shit. He was gonna force her into the deal about going to Seika High...

Tora didn't know she'd be visiting her dead mother's grave though.

Oh for the love of god!

He stared, now, at her sleeping form in the seat of his limo.

And how the hell was he supposed to get her out of there and into the house?!

"Michiyo." He said, making his voice it's usual tone of unsympathetic and uninterested. "Michiyo, wake up."

The girl stayed silent, and stayed asleep. Her chest rising and falling rhythmically, her eye lashes touching her cheeks lightly past her closed, pale lids. He sighed watching her- it was a peaceful scene, after all.

Shaking his head, he turned around to speak with the limo driver.

"She won't wake up. Just excuse yourself while I handle this."

The man nodded and was quick to leave. Even he, the unimportant driver of our story, glanced back at the cute sleeping girl though- anyone would. It was pretty damn adorable.

But Igarashi altogether ignored that fact. His heart was relentlessly cold, remember? Or so it would most of the time seem.

"Michiyoooo get up!" He shoved her lightly with one hand, leaning one arm on the door that was swung open, and then leaning his body forward, in towards her sleeping form.

"Mmm?" She nodded, her head turned, and then she sighed and looked even more comfortable than before.

"Shit, well I'm not carrying you in..." An idea struck him instantaneously. "Or, that's exactly what I could do, eh?"

When she made no sound to complain against his wishes, and made no move to stop him, and instead started to look even cuter by the minute, he took that as consent for him to gather her lightly into his arms, resting her head to the inside of his shoulder, and closing the car door, walking up the drive to his large home.

His mother was waiting for them, just inside.

"Tora?" She looked questioningly at him and the girl he cradled.

"What." He snapped, feeling bad for doing so immediately after.

His mother just smiled, but not warmly. Her eyes glinted like his- knowingly, sly.

"Oh, she fell asleep? That's too bad, I wanted to talk to her for a moment abou-"

"Did you know she was at the grave site today?" He interrupted without thinking. The girl in his arms twitched, her head lolling back and forth, before she stilled again.

"I told her to go. She obviously wanted to see her mother."

"How-" He paused, thinking over his answer for a moment. "Alright." He finally said, shrugging the little bit that he could with a look of boredom crossing his features, and then he turned to go.

Mrs. Igarashi quickly stopped him by brushing her frail hand lightly against his sleeve. He looked up to see eyes a different color shade of gold than his, but a smile that was certainly identical to the one he could have, if he smiled anything real instead of fake.

"Please allow her to rest and then come down for dinner."

He nodded just slightly and turned with a sigh. For now, he'd leave the girl alone. His erotic thoughts from earlier as he watched her sleeping had subsided, and now, quite frankly, he could use a little nap himself. In a warm bed with her beside him...

DING! Enter more erotic thoughts...

He shook his head as he maneuvered down the halls. And then, even stranger thoughts came to him...

Her body cradled by his body, their breaths deep and melodic in each other's ears. Her calm face so near his, the air not smelling of sex but of pure, clean oxygen filling his lungs as he sighed, slipped an arm around her sleeping form, pulled a blanket around the two of them...

If he wasn't holding her right then he would slap himself in the face. He would never actually, literally sleep with a woman unless forced to by law! Really, what was the point? Sex was all you need to share a bed with a woman for.

He looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms and smirked.

I have to remember the plan... she would be sooo good in bed, I bet. Her moans are already arousing enough and they aren't even mean to be sexual, her chest may be smaller than I like but I bet her nipples are soft, rosy...

Shit, he had to have her now, his pants were tightening.

"M-Mr. Igarashi!"

Perfect. He smiled- that cunning little flip of the lips melting the maid who just came around the corner.

"Hello. I'll be taking her to her room," He nodded his head down at the sleeping Akari. "And then..." He neared the maid, a lady with certainly big breasts indeed, practically falling out of her bra. He licked his lips hungrily. "And then you're coming with me to... assist me with some... needs."

The maid blushed ruby-red and tagged along behind him while he set off to get rid of the sleeping form in his arms so that he could go attend to those 'needs' of his before dinner.

A/N: T.M.I (Tora-Michiyo Itinerary- could also be Too Much Information like it's supposed to be, since these bits of T.M.I's that I'll be adding at the end of some of the chapters often DO have a bit TOO much info on the to-be couple)

It is a new segment in the A/N I like to call: T.M.I! Where I talk all about the Itinerary I have planned for our dear Igarashi Tora and Michiyo Akari pairing. But I fear I may get interrupted and be unable to do the segment this time, I have some guests over...

Misaki: Wait, why is this chapter called what it is?

Me: Because this story is supposed to revolve around my OC and Tora! And you interrupted our dear romeo's thoughts of my OC, so I was calling you out on that... This really isn't your story, Prez!

Usui: She's right, Misa-chan. Your story lies elsewhere... with me...

Me: Oh, hey, look, the torture chamber is done. *shoves the couple into a very dark room* Have fun in there!

Usui: I like it in here, Prez. It's fun.

Misaki: EEP! Get away from me you stupid, perverted, outer-space-wait what did you just do?

Usui: Oh, I found these handcuffs in the dark. And I cuffed your wrist to mine, so you don't get lost without me in here~

Misaki: ALIEN!...AH! What did you just do now?!

Usui: It seems my hands have minds of their own... sorreee, Misa-chaaan~

Me: This isn't exactly the torture I meant... this is more like a reward for my viewers... okay, time to REALLY get into it!

*POOOF!*

Akari: Whoa. I just sort of came out of nowhere, huh?

*Author immediately ties her OC up and drags her into an separate, equally darkened room*

Akari: What the hell is going on here?! Hey!?

Me: In order to live up to my oppressive standards, and to blackmail my viewers into giving me reviews, I am going to torture you. *POOF!* Wahahaha! (the poof was for this: now Akari is pinned down to a metal table with a lazer pointed at her body, slowly inching it's way up in between her spread legs, like in the spy movies)

Tora: Oooh, this looks interesting.

Me: Tora! How did you escape from your bonds?! I thought I tied you up and told you to wait in the next room before I even started the chapter!

Tora: I'm an Igarashi. Now move-

Me: No! You cannot save Akari, it's too late! Mwahaha!

Akari: No it isn't... the lazer stopped working.

Me: DAMN. Stupid cheap lazer- stupid eBay...

My dears, please be kind and R&R! (or else Akari will get it! I'll buy a better lazer for next time! Just warning you!)

goodbye, peasants!

CK :*