The Only Exception [KWMS|USUIxMisaki] [Draft]
The Only Exception
"Ayuzawa Misaki, Council President of Seika High School. She’s the only exception. And because of that, she’s intriguing. And for that she’s interesting. For those reasons, Usui Takumi himself joins the frame."
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Disclaimer: I don’t Kaichou wa Maid-sama.
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Author’s Notes: Been months since I last seen KWMS. I’m around Chapter 30 in Manga, and I haven’t watched the Anime yet. I’m just basing this from the prominent memories I had of it. I apologize for the inaccuracies. AND WHILE AT IT, I’LL APOLOGIZE FOR THE MISTAKES IN THE SPELLING AND GRAMMAR AS WELL. D:
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"A stalker is always a step behind, but I’m always ahead of you. So what am I now?"
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Clock is ticking, birds are chirping, cars passed by, rodents scatter around, and he’s chewing a candy in his mouth. Usui scratches the back of his head and looks up in the sky, noting the angle of it.
He grins.
Soon pit-pattering of footsteps were heard beyond the passing of cars. Any second now…
Without even looking at the face, or at any signs at all, he scooped a girl by the waist that was speeding past the sidewalk into the alley where he’s in. "Fancy meeting you here, Pres."
Misaki sighs and gave him a tired glare, tilting her head back to look up at his face, "S-Shut up," and then smiled wryly, peeling herself away from him. "Thanks, Usui."
Usui smiled in his usual way. -The one that irritated her the most. "Tomorrow again, same time, different place?" Well, Misaki didn’t run off to the same place whenever she’s running away from her followers, but…
Misaki smiles at him, and he felt a bit turned off. She didn’t get irritated… "Whatever." And then she started walking away.
"Well, my services aren’t cheap." Usui called out and grins, maintaining the same façade earlier. When Misaki turned back and frowns at him, he smiled at himself, "Maybe we could compromise…" He added.
"What kind of…" Misa trailed off, uncertainty tinting her voice.
"I kiss you, you kiss me."
Deadpan.
"Go to hell, Usui."
And then he chuckled. Definitely an exception, she is…
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Usui closed his eyes, and slumped to the wall of the alley again. He did not follow Misaki this time to the café. He needs to reorganize his thoughts. He needs to categorize Misaki again. Where does she fit? Is she Category A? Category B…? C? D? E? Or even F?
She’s different. She still doesn’t fit those Categories. The more he knows her, the more he doesn’t understand her. She’s a puzzle, and in light of your thinking that you’re in the middle of figuring the pattern… one piece doesn’t fit. And that one piece alone makes the pattern all wrong, and because of that single irregularity… you have to start in the beginning again.
That’s Misaki. Honestly… she’s both predictable, and unpredictable.
Usui’s hand rose to brush his fingers in his hair. The problem with me… I never give up. The bigger the hurdle, the higher I jump. The more complex Misaki becomes, the more I get enthralled into figuring her out.
In the end, I wonder who caught who? Have I caught her? Or… have Misaki caught me?
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[Flashback]
"G-Go out with m-me!
Looking at the girl, with fiddling fingers, and pink-tinged cheeks, and wavering eyes, Usui tried to establish eye contact and the girl tore her eyes away from his eyes and settled on his lips, avoiding eye contact as much as possible.
The corner of Usui’s lips tugged downwards and his hand went to his hair and brushed it inwards. Category D, the most troublesome of them all…
Usui closed his eyes for a bit, and then opens them again, and he caught the eyes of the girl in front of him… Chiyaki? Or is it Yuki? Oh, whatever.
"Sorry, Yuki." And the girl was caught in his unwavering confident gaze, and was tapped. Because of that, Usui’s words didn’t register in her mind, "I can’t date you." He snapped, as this was taking too long as usual. Categories Ds expect too much, give them a piece of candy, and they’ll want more and more until they drain your whole stock of it. If they’re disappointed they’ll…
The girl, Yuki, started sobbing, her hands going to her eyes as she cries. See? Troublesome, definitely Category D…
"Takumi Usui, Class 2-4! Why are you making a girl cry again?!"
Usui mentally slapped himself in the forehead. Figures. One troublesome girl attracts another troublesome girl. He turned his head in their prestigious’ school’s Council President, Ayuzawa Misaki.
"Nothing to see here, just declining a confession." He replied, with slight annoyance, looking back at the girl that was sobbing, "Right, Yuki?"
The girl sobbed harder, and pushed him away. This doesn’t surprise him, he predicted this. "I hate you!"
The girl was running in the hallways, Usui noted. His eyes looked back at the President, and saw her looking at the girl and doing nothing but watch the scene unfold crossing her arms, and frowning a bit. Figures she didn’t paid heed to the gross misconduct the girl was showing.
"Preside-"
"Usu-"
"For your information!" Misaki and Usui, both with wide surprised eyes looked back at the girl, who stopped at the end of the hallway. "My name is NOT Yuki!"
Crap. I didn’t predict that. His head snapped to his Student Council President, ready for arguing with her. But what he got was:
"Hahaha!" Misaki was laughing hard, her hand was on her stomach, and she was slightly bent over.
Usui raised a brow at her, "W-What?" confusion, lacing his voice.
"N-Nothing." She managed to spat out.
"…nothing?" He repeated.
"Yes, nothing." Misaki replied, a slight blush on her face. "And it would stay that way, unless you want to sweep the floor with your head." Her hands shop to the hallway the girl had run to.
"…uhh? Yes, of course…?" Usui was actually lost for words.
"Usui?" Misaki called out.
"Yes?" He looked back.
"I’ll definitely bring you down." And with that, the Pres walked away.
Usui raised a brow. Is that what I think that is?
[/Flashback]
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Another day…
Usui flipped a coin up in the air and grins, while the coin was falling down he made his move. And at the coin made at noise at the ground, Usui was clutching a girl by the waist, into his chest. Again.
This time he didn’t do anything but cuddle the girl in his arm. Usui smiled, as predicted, Misaki didn’t move for a bit since she’s expecting some sort of comment from him. But she definitely jumps away when he started sniffing her neck. Heh.
"P-Pervert!" The Pres, managed to sputter out.
UNFINISHED
Date Created: July 7, 2010