Chapter 2 – The Transfer Student

Misaki signed a breath of relief as she took a quick respite in the changing room. Scarfing down a quick rice ball, she walked to her station and checked her appearance. Theme nights have always been proven popular amongst guests, so she shouldn't be surprised, but tonight the club was packed. Twice already somebody had to be grabbed by the bouncers for slapping her ass as she walked by with drinks. She had cursed as they had almost fell from the tray she was carrying.

"Newbies," she growled to herself as she took another bite of her food. New customers and tourists were always the worst, as they tend to ignore the rules. The new customers didn't take them seriously since other clubs were more promiscuous and hands on, but if they decide they like the club and become regulars they slowly learn to follow them. Tourists were the absolute worst as they had no regard whatsoever since most of them were only there for a weekend bender and couldn't care less about being kicked out or banned from a place they'll never visit again.

Despite being a couple hours in, Misaki had done well so far for herself. She stuffed her cash into the locked door of her station, never bothering to count it until she got home. She had performed a few lap dances and chatted some men up at the bar who offered her a couple drinks, practically pouring them down her throat, with one "accidentally" spilling some on her breasts. She had taken her finger and seductively wiped up the liquid, popping it in her mouth and saying, "You have good taste, Master." He had slipped a fifty in her bra following that.

She smirked remembering Aoi's devious grin as he poured her water for what was the third shot the customer wanted her to take. Aoi is good at knowing when the maids are at their alcohol limit for the moment, which was good as being sloppy drunk was not a good look for the club. She was thankful for Aoi as she had started to cross the line from tipsy into drunk.

It was time for a quick shift change, and Misaki took one last glance at herself before leaving the changing room and positioning herself behind the stage. Despite being a complete amateur in this field when she first started, she had mastered the art of pole dancing her first time. If she was being cocky, she would say she was the best out of the rest of the girls. She gave credit to her success on the pole to her skill in aikido – her muscles were used to stress, and it allowed her to perform with ease, doing more complicated moves than the other girls. The customers went wild when she was in the air performing upside down splits with nothing but her hands, and maybe her breasts, gripping the pole. It was her signature move that got the crowd going and tipping her big. She usually saved it for bigger nights, such as tonight.

She heard the familiar beat of her go-to song and began to walk out on stage. One of the perks of being on stage - besides the money, of course - is that there isn't the fear of being groped, and with the lights being so bright, she couldn't make out any of the customers faces unless they were sitting in the seats around the stage. This allowed Misaki to dissociate better and pretend she was performing alone. She smiled as she grabbed the pole, recognizing three of her regulars already seated. She could feel their desire as she began her routine.

She finished with her signature moved, and she heard whistles and hoots as she spread her legs in midair with little to leave to the imagination. She held that pose for a few seconds before she began lowering her one leg until her split was parallel to the pole, before spinning and dropping both of her feet to the ground. The place seemed to erupt in cheers and catcalls, and Misaki gave a shy smile as she began picking up her tips from the stage floor.

"Misa-chan is so sexy, right guys?" Noaya, she thinks, says to the other two of what she calls the idiot trio. They were there almost every night, constantly following Misaki wherever she went.

"Yes! Yes!" Misaki heard them chant back as she gave a final wink before going backstage again.

She fixed her cat ears as they had gone somewhat lopsided, her sloppily placed pins failing her once she went upside-down. Shoving more money into her locked drawer, she jumped when she looked up and saw Honoka and Satsuki staring at her through the mirror.

"You sure know how to work that pole, ya slut," Honoka grinned as she walked over and leaned against her station.

Misaki grinned as she knew this was Honoka's way of endearment – she meant no malice in her words, albeit she may be a little jealous of Misaki's skills.

"Thanks," Misaki said, gratefully taking a water bottle from Satsuki.

"Misaki! I can't believe this is such a big night, it might be our biggest yet!" Satsuki squealed, clasping her hands together. "And I just got word from the bouncers outside that a few very wealthy gentlemen had just walked in right when you were performing! Hurry up and grab your apron, I want you on the floor!" Satsuki left no room for Misaki to say a word before she ran out of the changing room back into the main room.

Misaki huffed and she ripped her apron off the hook it was resting. "Can't catch a break," she huffed to herself.

"Oh, grow up. Never have I seen someone so upset about being hot and the center of attention," Honoka huffed.

Misaki ignored her, recognizing the signs of dark Honoka coming out. Tonight had been tense for Honoka as her and Aoi had just become exclusive. Aoi wasn't trying to prevent her from receiving male attention and doing her job, but Honoka had suddenly felt apprehensive sitting on other men's laps with Aoi working the bar, despite her doing it for plenty of years before in front of him, even when they were both aware of their feelings for each other. Tying her apron on, she walked past Honoka, slightly praying for a miracle to happen to lift her friend's spirits.

Plenty of rich people frequented the club. Over the years Maid Cabaret had transformed into an upscale club, with prices and services above average than other places. It was also deemed classier and less "dirty" than other establishments, due to the very strict rules in place. It was almost like an elite social club but with half naked women walking around, tending to your every need and almost every desire. Despite this, there was a distinct difference between rich and wealthy. Misaki spotted the difference right away when she walked into her section and saw a group of four men sitting in the corner booth.

These men were wealthy. Misaki could tell by the way they sat, their mannerisms in interacting with each other, and the way there was not one single wrinkle in any of their suits. She was sure the fabric they were made from was something only Misaki could dream of owning. Not that she cares of course, she was never one who indulged in such luxuries such as designer clothes and purses compared to her coworkers. She thought it was stupid to spend that much money on something that had the same use and function that she could get from the department store. She didn't care that these men were wealthy either – in her eyes, they were just another paying customer. It actually pissed her off when customers tried to flaunt their wealth and bribe the bouncers into letting them break the rules.

Feeling like this was going to be one of those moments, Misaki gracefully walked over to the booth, her heels clicking against the floor as she approached. The man on the end had blonde hair and amber eyes, almost similar to hers but.. darker.

She smiled. "Welcome to Maid Cabaret, Masters. How may I serve you today?"

She blushed as the blonde on the end stood up, grabbed her hand, and placed a soft kiss on it. "Pleased to meet you, kitten," he purred as he let go and sat back down.

Misaki resisted the urge to role her eyes and throw her cat ears in his face.

"We already had the pleasure of being served food and drinks since we arrived during your.. performance," he said, eyeing her up and down. Misaki felt another blush creep up her neck and into her cheeks.

"All we request right now is the pleasure of being in such a beautiful woman's company," he purred. "Sit."

It was not a request, and she found herself obeying as he moved aside for her to sit next to him. Misaki was very aware of the fact that there was a lack of bouncers in this corner of her section. She unconsciously balled her hand into a fist, her nails almost breaking skin.

She felt his hot breath as his nose skimmed the edge of her ear. "To think," he whispered. "That a woman working this job can still flush at the sight of me merely checking her out is… interesting." He took a small nibble at her earlobe and she felt shivers run down her spine as she pushed his shoulder to create space between them. His companions around the table chuckled, seemingly enjoying the game this man was playing.

Ugh! He is so lucky I am at work, if I wasn't I would grab him by his collar and punch him so hard– Misaki's thoughts were interrupted as she felt his hand grab her thigh.

"I'm sorry, I didn't properly introduce myself." He leaned in close to Misaki's face, dark amber meeting light. "My name is Igarashi.. Tora Igarashi, that is." His hand started to creep up her thigh, treading towards dangerous territory. Misaki's mouth went dry.

Where the fuck are the bouncers? Misaki thought as she scanned the club. The place was so crowded now that she could barely see the stage, let alone her coworkers.

"What's wrong?" He squeezed her thigh, his nails slightly digging in. "Cat got your tongue?"

This was one of the few times Misaki felt unsafe at her job. By now the bouncers would have intervened and he would have been given a warning. Outside of the club Misaki would take care of this situation herself, but she is not allowed to get aggressive, especially physical, with customers at work. Satsuki wanted the girls' images to remain tarnish free - that is why Satsuki had hired so many bouncers.

She settled on a glare, one that would rival the devil himself, and tried to stand up but he grabbed her arm with his other hand and pulled her down.

"Now, now," Igarashi growled. "Your Master did not dismiss you."

Igarashi's hand slipped under her lace apron, and he twisted the fabric between his fingers. His other hand grabbed her chin and forced her head to face his. She felt her face flush again as she was almost nose to nose with him, not to mention his hand traveling to an area she didn't want to think about right now.

"So innocent," he chuckled. "I want you to remember my name, my face, my touch.."

His finger looped underneath her panties, the cold touch against her hip giving her goosebumps. He smirked as he looked at her with half hooded eyes. She felt a tug and suddenly snapped out of her frozen state. She pushed him with her arm and stood up so fast the table slightly shook. She stepped away from the table and faced this man… no this asshole. If looks could kill, Misaki was sure everyone at that table would be dead.

"Until we meet again, Misaki.."

oOo

Damn him, damn him, damn him! Stupid rich bastards.. if I see him again, I'll kill him! Misaki thought as she slammed her drink down on the bar. After that event, Misaki had told Satsuki what had happened and asked for them to be banned. Satsuki investigated it, pulling out her tablet and going through the check-ins and said no one with the name Tora Igarashi checked into the club last night. When they checked the security footage for that corner of the club, the footage had been cut for the whole night.

Great. Misaki had thought. So there's no image of his face other than the one burned into my mind.

Misaki had left early for the night, suddenly feeling sick to her stomach, and not wanting to be around anymore perverted men. She will have her fair share tomorrow night. Instead of going straight to her apartment, she decided to hit a local dive bar to drown her thoughts. She was sitting alone on the one side of the bar, probably due to the angry aura surrounding her. She glanced at the bartender, and he scurried off to make her another drink. She was nervous about going to work tomorrow. What if he showed up again? Misaki shivered at the thought.. and then scowled. Never had she been afraid of a man. More times than not she can take on any man who dares to fuck with her, but Tora Igarashi radiated something.. evil. It made her stomach turn.

She noticed out of the corner of her eye someone sit in the seat to her right, politely leaving a chair for space between the two. She paid no notice as the bartender set down her drinks.

"One Tokyo mule and a shot of sake," the bartender said.

She nodded her thanks and went to grab the shot. She threw the shot back, enjoying the burn it put in her chest. The feeling temporarily made her forget the sting that the ghost of Igarashi's touch left on her thigh.

"Whoa there," a distinctly male voice said. "Rough night?"

She turned her head towards the sound of the voice and saw it belonged to the newcomer who just sat down. He had spiky blonde hair and bright green eyes.

Looks like blondes are my type tonight, Misaki thought as she rolled her eyes and looked away. She had enough of dealing with men tonight, especially blonde ones.

"Hmm.. not in the mood to play?" Misaki could see his annoying head of blonde hair cock to the side.

"As a matter of fact, no I am not." She sighed as she took a sip from her drink, still avoiding his gaze.

"Rough night at work, huh?" He asked.

She visibly tensed at his words. Was he there tonight? Misaki thought, her thoughts taking her to the extreme. Did he see what happened? Was he one of the other members at the table and followed me here?

When Misaki thought about it, she was so focused on what was going on with Igarashi that she didn't pay attention to the other three men that were at the booth. She turned and fully looked at him this time. Her first immediate thought was that he was very attractive. Not in the normal, conventional attractiveness - but the attractiveness where he definitely turned heads everywhere he went and probably had many women throwing themselves at him and confessing their undying love on a daily. She definitely would've remembered seeing him at the table. Despite this, she didn't want to take any chances that he was there earlier. She felt a knot in her chest and looked away, grabbing a few bucks to throw on the bar to pay for her drinks. As she was standing up to leave, she felt a hand grab her shoulder. Memories of earlier, Igarashi grabbing her, sliding his hand up her thigh, almost touching her sex..

"Don't touch me, you pervert!" Misaki yelled pulling her arm away. She stumbled back a couple steps and glared at him. His eyes were different than Igarashi's.. there was no coldness or malice in them.

"Eh? Pervert? That's a new one," he chuckled. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I was just trying to apologize."

"What kind of apology requires you to grab me like that?" Misaki countered. "Not only are you a pervert, but you're an alien too!"

He put his hands up in an apologetic matter, but a smirk snuck its way onto his lips. "Say that again, I kinda like it."

Misaki was dumbfounded – what the fuck was wrong with this guy? She determined that her evaluation was correct, he was definitely a perverted alien just trying to play a weird game with her that she didn't have time for. No way this idiot was with Igarashi.

"Don't say things like that! Are you an idiot?" Misaki huffed. "Whatever, I don't have time for this, I'm leaving."

With that, Misaki turned on her heels and walk out of the bar. I cannot catch a break tonight.. what is wrong with men? This is why I hate them. She thought as she started walking the couple blocks home.

"You really shouldn't be walking home alone this late at night," the man hummed as he suddenly appeared next to her and matched her stride.

"What, you're a stalker too? How many labels am I going to have to give you before the night is done?" Misaki said, putting a hand on her forehead. "I am perfectly fine walking myself home, thank you very much."

"It's not safe for a woman to walk herself home this late at night," he countered.

She raised her eyebrows. "And you think walking home with a perverted stalker is any safer?"

He chuckled in response, putting his hands in his pockets. She noticed how he walked evenly with her, not in front or behind. She also noticed how much taller he was then her, his stature was impressive and her head barely reached the top of his shoulder. Even though he was a complete stranger, she didn't feel uncomfortable in his presence albeit a little weird he took it upon himself to walk her home.

"Soo.." he said after a few moments of silence. "Do I get the chance of knowing my beautiful companion's name?" He flashed a smile at her and Misaki found herself blushing. She swore she saw his green eyes twinkle.

"Misaki Ayuzawa," she said, stopping to give a slight bow of her head in respect.

He grinned. "Well, Ayuzawa.." he grabbed her hand and lifted it up. She felt his lips connect with her skin and she felt a weird flutter in her stomach. "My name is Takumi Usui, or perverted alien, whichever you prefer."

Her stomach was doing flips. She felt the heat of her blush rise from her neck to her cheeks. She was feeling the opposite of how she felt when Igarashi touched her. Igarashi's touch was invasive, forced, degrading… Usui's touch was warm, respectful, and sweet..

Ugh! What am I thinking? I don't even know this guy and I'm letting him kiss my hand! Misaki thought. Her hand made contact with his shoulder as she pushed him away.

"You pervert! Don't do that again!" Misaki yelled. They had stopped walking at this point and were almost near her apartment building.

In two long strides he closed the distance between them. Startled, Misaki backed up and felt her back hit the brick on the building behind her.

"And what if I say no?" He said, leaning down towards her. Misaki felt his breath against her ear as he leaned forward. "You're just too cute to resist."

Feeling embarrassed by this man was infuriating for Misaki. He was teasing her for his enjoyment and she was annoyed. Haven't I been through enough tonight without adding this weirdo into the mix?

Done with the course of events that happened tonight, Misaki placed her palms on Usui's chest and pushed him. Well, she tried. He towered over her, unmoving. In one swift motion he grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms on either side of her head. She felt the heat of his body as he leaned himself closer to her.

"Don't forget, Ayuzawa... you're still a woman," he whispered in her ear.

She felts chills run down her spine and she was at a loss for words. She bit her lip and looked away, her face flushing even more than before. She had the distinct feeling she should be scared, but despite him being forceful and aggressive, she wasn't. There was something different with his presence than Igarashi's, and she knew in her gut he wouldn't hurt her. She had the distinct feeling this man was trying to teach her some lesson about not walking home alone as if she was some damsel in distress and he was going to be her knight in shining armor. Little did he know, she could handle herself. She had handled herself in situations like this. There were many times her customers had tried to follow her home late at night after she got done her shift. Once she was done with them, they hadn't bothered her since.

Before she could say anything, and as fast as it occurred, he was releasing her wrists and placed a considerable amount of distance between them again. Misaki suddenly felt cold.

"Now, are you actually going to let me escort you home or are you going to keep deflecting until you think I'll give up and leave?" He said with a smirk.

Damn him, Misaki cursed as she pushed past him and strutted up the street towards home.

oOo

The weekend breezed by faster than Misaki thought it would. Despite her fears, Igarashi had not shown his face in the club after Friday night's events. Misaki decided that he must have been in town visiting for the weekend and that his idea of fun was being a sociopath who scared strippers. At least she never had to see him again and could do her job now without a pang of anxiety hitting her chest whenever the door opened.

She also had not seen that man from later that night since either. When she had finally arrived home and flopped on her bed, her dreams were full of a sea of green. She woke up feeling disgusted with the fact she had dreamt of his eyes. Misaki never dreamt about men. She chalked up her dream to the fact that it had been a roller-coaster of an evening, and silently thanked the universe that her night ended that way. If it hadn't.. Misaki didn't want to know what other dreams would have invaded her mind.

With that thought, Misaki brought her attention back to the professor who was lecturing about international law. After a successful high school career at Seika High, she had set her sights on becoming a lawyer and eventually a diplomat. This path only felt right after she had maintained being student council president for two years in a row in a high school that had a majority male population. Law school wasn't cheap, and it was one of the deciding factors for her current employment.

The university she attended was called Miyabigaoka, it was a private college that pumped out successful people left and right. While it had many majors and minors available to potential students to study, it was mainly known for its law and medical schools, being one of the top in the nation for their programs. It was one of the reasons Misaki decided on Miyabigaoka, despite it being full of suffocating rich people - besides her best friends Sakura and Shizuko. They had both gotten in with their grades just like Misaki, although Sakura applied for the nursing program and Shizuko went into a mathematic program that even with Shizuko's lengthy explanation, Misaki still has no idea what her end career will be. Both programs didn't require too high of grades to get into like Misaki's needed, but that didn't diminish her friend's accomplishments nonetheless.

The university allows a handful of students to be admitted based on their merit to show that they are equal opportunists, despite still favoring their rich students behind the scenes. Misaki didn't care though – she had got accepted, and nothing beat the feeling she got when she opened the gold lined letter in the mail. It was like her first memorable Christmas. Life was finally going her way and she wasn't going to let something like not having money get in her way. She was used to debt - used to getting out of it, too. So when she moved to Tokoyo she felt invincible.

The lecture concluded with the professor giving them their chapters to read for tomorrow, and Misaki waited until the large group of students left before she followed. Since it was her last class of the day, she was going to the one of the many libraries on campus to start her reading and then go home and make dinner. She wouldn't see Sakura or Shizuko today since they both had later classes. Misaki didn't mind, she preferred studying alone. It was too hard to focus on her studies with the two of them constantly bickering back and forth.

She pushed the double doors open that lead to a perfectly manicured courtyard. Her shoes hit the cobblestone path as she made her trek to the library. She started rummaging through her bag when she heard a strange noise.. it sounded like a cat being strangled. As Misaki got closer she realized it was not a cat, it was a girl crying. The girl's antagonist had his back faced away from Misaki but she could see the girl as clear as day. She had her head down with one arm covering her eyes and her body was slightly shaking from her distressed state.

Who is this jackass and why is he making this girl cry? Misaki thought angrily as she gripped the straps of her bag and hoisted it higher over her shoulder. Her footsteps got louder as she made her way over to the couple.

"I-I just t-thought that we could go for c-coffee.." the girl managed to get out between sobs.

"I'm sorry, but you thought wrong," the male voice said. Misaki almost faltered when she heard his voice. It sounded strangely familiar. She wondered if he was in one of her classes.

"Hey, asshole!" Misaki yelled at the male's back. "Stop making girls cry! If you're going to reject her, you gotta do it-" Misaki couldn't get the rest of her words out. The male had turned around at the sound of her intrusion, and she was met with striking green eyes. He gazed at her and gave her that familiar smirk from three nights ago.

"U-Usui?" Misaki gasped. "What are you doing here?"

oOo

A/N: Hello again! Thanks for reading chapter 2, and for the reviews and follows! I just wanted to address a couple things that popped out to me in some of the reviews.

Regarding Misaki's breast size: I personally do not feel Misaki being a B-cup in this story is making them bigger or enhancing them in any way. This story is going to be based on the manga, so a lot of things in this story coincide with that (such as Misaki going to school for law). If you are referring to the episode/chapter where Misaki and Subaru enter the butler contest and to prove she is not a boy she has Usui touch her chest and he says "flat as a board," then I can understand if you haven't read the manga. But, in the manga Misaki and Subaru bind their chests to make them completely flat chested. Also, in the episode/chapter of the manga where they go to Satsuki's sister's beach house, when Misaki is wearing her bikini, it is obvious she has something going on chest wise, but nothing crazy like Erika does. Hence my best guess for her chest size is a B-cup, because Misaki is not completely flat chested as seen in that scene and pictures in the manga, but also doesn't have anything crazy going on.

Misaki swearing: I personally think if there was any swearing put in the anime/manga, Misaki would be the main person who is swearing constantly. Aoi too. She is the hotheaded demon president who has no issue beating up men and bossing them around. I thought it was kinda weird that she didn't swear in the manga haha. This is also rated M for mature. There will be worse things coming up than just swearing so be warned..

With that said, I appreciate everyone's views and takes on my story! Criticism and all. I just wanted to explain the method of my madness for those confused on why I did certain things (: Thanks again for the reviews and sorry for the wait!