For some reason when I posted the last chapter it didn't update the "last updated" time and so like it was never the most recent fic in the Maid Sama archive (did that make any sense?) but yeah man that's some shady stuff :(
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Misaki wandered aimlessly around the airport, completely lost and clueless as to where she was supposed to go. She lugged the jet black travel bag behind her, pulling out her phone to try and maybe find directions.
Is this even the right airport? she asked herself, quickly checking the ticket Satsuki gave her. It was indeed the correct airport, and the plane wouldn't be leaving for another fifteen minutes or so.
Considering this was her first time ever taking a plane, and she was alone, things were a bit difficult to figure out. She inwardly cursed at herself for not accepting Satsuki's offer to help out today. Are all airports this big and confusing?
Misaki was lost in thought, her legs still on autopilot, until she felt a hard impact on her right shoulder, snapping her back into reality.
Not prepared for the hit, she stumbled backwards, her bottom crashing against the ground and her purse spilling its contents everywhere. Ignoring the throbbing pain, she quickly scrambled to fix her items.
"Sorry," she apologized to the person she'd ran into, realizing that they must've been in just as much of a hurry as her. Stealing a quick glance at the stranger, she observed that they had messy blonde hair and a rare shade of emerald eyes. Then, her eyes travelled to the floor, where his belongings lay scattered as well.
"It's fine," he responded, his voice low and...silky? Is that how you describe a voice or a fabric, she joked to herself.
The man seemed to hurriedly reach for his sunglasses first, only to realize a lens had managed to pop out. Misaki gasped sharply. Those were name brand glasses, and she broke them. Oh no. She was so in for it.
He looked them over a few times, turning them over back and forth, before sliding them into his pocket. Before he could say anything about pressing charges, she made sure to grab her phone and suitcase before sprinting off at top speed. Sure, she left a few belongings behind, but it was only her lip balm and pocket tissues. Those weren't necessities.
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"Well, there goes my disguise…" the emerald eyed man muttered, before thinking back to the girl he bumped into earlier. He hadn't gotten a good look at her, but he knew she looked Japanese. "Why didn't she recognize me?" he wondered.
Shrugging it off, he pulled his knitted scarf up to cover half his face, before pulling on a baseball cap over his head. Thankful that nobody recognized him, he picked up the rest of his stuff, noticing that the girl had left behind some things. Nothing too important, though—just tissues, lip balm, and…
"...her plane ticket."
He picked up the items, planning to return them to her. "To America, huh?" he read. "They're departing in ten minutes…" Realizing he'd have to get it back to her fast, the man looked around, only to see that she'd completely vanished.
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Misaki walked quickly, keeping an eye out for the man she was intent on avoiding. Checking the time on her phone, she gasped upon realizing that the flight left in ten minutes.
Glancing around, she figured she was around the right area to board the plane. She could see people getting checked for flights to Italy, China, Korea, the Philippines, and...America!
I found it! she cheered internally. Smirking triumphantly, she reached into her purse, searching for her plane ticket. She furrowed her brows a bit in confusion upon not finding it in the pocket she put it in. "Maybe I moved it to another pocket…" she murmured, unzipping another pouch and reaching her hand inside. Again, she only found a couple bobby pins, but no ticket.
Did I lose it when I bumped into that stranger? she realized. Groaning in dissatisfaction, she turned on be phone screen again. "Eight minutes," she said to herself, "I can do this."
She ran as fast as she could back to the spot where she remembered falling down, ignoring the looks she received from passerbys. Remembering that it happened right by the escalator, she went there.
Arriving at the area, she checked around, only to find that it was gone. Misaki groaned loudly. Today was not her day.
Looking around for a security guard that might've picked up her ticket, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"OH MY GOD!" she screamed, startling everyone within a fifty foot radius of her. Spinning around, she got into some weird fighting stance.
The first thing she noticed when she turned around was that this man looked oddly familiar. Almost like the one she bumped into earlier. Wait.
Her heart instantly sped up. He was looking for her...that means he wanted something, right? Like money to repair his glasses you broke, idiot! I don't even have that kind of cash to pay him right now!
Noticing that he didn't spare her a glance yet due to the fact that was busy digging something out of his pocket, she made a run for it. If he didn't recognize her face, then it'd be hard to find her, right?
She hid behind a pillar, before changing her appearance a bit. She took the hair tie on her wrist and quickly twisted her hair into a messy bun. Then, taking extra precautions, she unzipped her jacket and shrugged it off, knotting it around her waist.
She did feel bad about his sunglasses that must've costed a lot, but it technically wasn't all her fault was it? If he watched where he was going as well, the situation could've been avoided.
Misaki peeked out from behind the pillar, risking a glance at the man.
"Hey, Takumi," she heard someone call. The person threw his arm around the stranger that was looking for her. So, his name is Takumi. "The plane is departing soon, and I've been looking everywhere for you. Our fans would kill us if we missed the meet and greet!"
Misaki thought about that for a minute. Fans? That would make them famous or somewhat well known at least to have fans.
She shuddered at the thought of being sued by someone famous. Her face and name would be everywhere—she'd probably end up nationally hated.
"Are Kuuga and Hinata already on board?" the guy named Takumi asked.
"Yeah. I'm glad we only have to stay there until tomorrow," he grinned, "and tomorrow is a weekend."
She watched both men walk away and out of sight. Somehow, their names sounded rather familiar. Well, considering that they were famous, she assumed she'd caught a glimpse of their names on a headline or something.
"The flight to America has just departed."
Misaki jerked backwards, eyes wide as she stared at the intercom. "What?!" she exclaimed in disbelief. This couldn't be happening! She missed her flight!
"Wait, wait!" Misaki was ready to ask someone to hold the plane, until she caught a glimpse of her flight taking off through the large windows. This day officially sucks.
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After sulking in her room and apologizing to Satsuki for wasting her ticket (in which she responded "don't worry, it was discounted anyway"), Misaki's mind wandered back to that guy's offer. What was his name again...Aoi? Yeah, him.
She thought of all the times her cousin had helped her out, other than taking care of her financially for so many years, he always put her feelings before his, no matter how many times he tried to deny it, anyway. According to him, feelings weren't "manly" or whatever.
But even though she would do almost anything to make him happy, this was just...so morally wrong. Maybe this was just the nun side of her talking, but deceiving many millions of people wasn't exactly her definition of making the right choice.
But, she reminded herself, it would only be for a month, right? That's what Aoi said.
Feeling even more lost than she was in that big airport, she pulled out the business card she was given. Noticing his number was listed there, she decided to give him a ring to find out more information on this matter. After all, Friday technically wasn't over yet, right?
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"What did you call me all the way out here for, weirdo?" the blue eyed man inquired. "Also, for future reference, usually you don't make plans with someone by naming a location and hanging up."
She grinned sheepishly. "Sorry...but, obviously you ended up getting the message, seeing as you're here," she offered.
"No shit. Now, why are we here?"
They both sat at the same beach they spoke at last time, the sound of waves and scent of the sea relaxing Misaki.
"I was thinking about the offer…" she admitted, "and I just was wondering if you knew why my cousin was so set on joining this boy band?"
Aoi seemed to think about this question for quite a bit. She watched in anticipation as he tapped his chin, lips slightly pursed.
"Hmm...I think he mentioned something once? Something about finding his cousin's family, I think," he finally replied, before his eyes widened in realization. "Oh, you're his cousin. You probably know better than I do what that was about, yeah?"
She gently smiled. Even after everything, he was still doing these kinds of things for her. Misaki wasn't naïve—well an non-naïve as a teenage girl got—she knew becoming some bigshot wouldn't make her mother and sister come find her.
But what if…? Maybe they'd recognize him and try to mooch off his wealth. Besides, if they're still somewhere on this continent, and this is the number one boy band in Asia…they'd surely know about Angelic Angel?
Her feelings were getting the best of her. As much as she hated to admit it, she still held some false hope that she'd find the missing piece of her family. But would Misaki even recognize them? She couldn't recall what either of their faces looked like.
"...Just a month, right?"
"What?" Aoi asked, caught off guard by her sudden question.
She cleared her throat. "I would only have to pose as my cousin for a month, correct?"
He nodded. "He should be healed and ready to go by then."
In this moment, Misaki had no idea what had possessed her and even if you asked her now she couldn't tell you. All she knew was that the words slipped out of her mouth before she could even register them. "I'll do it."
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