Disclaimer: Kaichou Wa Maid-Sama belongs to Fujiwara Hiro, and I make no money from this.

A/N: I was cleaning out my hard drive when i found the beginning of a story I had written last year. What if Usui and Ayuzawa traded places? :D Hope you enjoy XD

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"Wash it off," Takumi Usui snaps to a pair of freshmen with too much makeup on. "You may not enter the campus unless you conform to the school dress code."

He points to the too-short skirts of a group of senior girls, who glare at him, chewing gum and rolling their eyes. These particular girls are infamous for getting into fights, and terrorizing the rest of the Student council. Not President Usui, though, because nothing gets past him.

As the Demon President of Seika High School, his reputation precedes him, but every day is a struggle. Seika High used to be an all-girls' school, but to expand the student body, boys were starting to be admitted in the past few years. The male population was still a minority, but Takumi Usui has made it his mission to reform the school and even out the laws and rules geared towards protecting the girls.

He became president to fight the tyranny of women, and now here he was, inspecting all the girls who came in daily. It would be a great job for another man, but Takumi Usui hates girls and will not let them get away with breaking the rules. He scowls at the senior girls, who make faces at him.

His vice president, Yukimura, runs to him, out of breath. "President! Come quickly! We have a student threatening to jump off the roof."

Yelling at the cowering girls to fix their uniforms, he turns on his heel and races into the building. He has a feeling it's got something to do with-

She drifts down the stairs as if her feet do not touch the ground, dark hair bouncing with every step.

"You," he breathes. Misaki Ayuzawa, the bane of his existence. She flicks her amber eyes over him, not saying anything. "I'll deal with you later." He races past her, climbing the stairs, flinging the door to the roof open. He sees the third-year perched on the edge of the roof, bawling his eyes out.

"Please," Usui calls out. "Don't kill yourself. She's not worth it."

The upperclassman wipes his eyes on his sleeve. "Yes, she is! And she rejected me. I don't want to live anymore."

Usui bends over, grabbing the throbbing stitch in his side. "No she's not. She's just a stuck-up bitch," he gasps. "Totally not worth the breath you say her name with."

The would-be jumper glares at him. "That is not true! Ayuzawa- "

'Called it,' Usui thinks to himself, grim and annoyed.

"-is a goddess. She is truly an angel. Don't you dare talk about her that way. I will beat the crap out of you, even if you are the student council president!" The older boy jumps back on the roof, raising a fist menacingly as he grabs the front of Usui's uniform.

"Shinichi," her voice calls out from the open doorway.

The older boy drops him to the ground, his eyes on her. "Ayuzawa-san. Did you change your mind?" Usui rolls his eyes at the hope in the other boy's voice.

"No," she replies firmly, moving to stand between him and Usui. "But were you really going to jump?"

He nods. "I don't want to live in a world without you," he says earnestly.

Her slap has the older boy staggering backwards, holding his cheek. "Ayu- Ayuzawa-san," He whimpers.

Usui watches as the slender girl advances on the cowering third-year, getting more annoyed with every step that she takes.

"Did you think," -kick- "I would," -kick- "date a coward" -kick- "who tries to kill himself?" She snarls, tossing her hair with every kick. "Is your life so cheap? Go ahead and jump, then."

She grabs him by the collar and yanks him to the railing. "See that? You were going to jump that. Do it, then. It's only five floors." The taller boy pulls away from her grasp, tears streaming down his face, but she is merciless. "If the fall doesn't kill you, you could break every bone in your body and live the rest of your life sipping your meals out of a straw."

Her fistful of his collar draws his head over the railing. "Look again, Shinichi." Her words are cold.

"That's enough, Ayuzawa," Usui snaps. "Violence against other students is prohibited. I'll have you written up for this."

She releases the older boy, and he falls on his ass, backing away from the edge. Usui helps the sobbing upperclassman to his feet. She ignores them both, crossing her arms to look out at the view. A crowd has gathered at the entrance of the roof, and Usui assists the older boy inside with an arm around his waist. He glances over his shoulder to see Ayuzawa turn her head to watch their retreating backs out of the corner of her eye.

Though technically she has done nothing wrong, Usui hates women like her, who think nothing of the poor shmucks who will literally kill themselves for her. This is not the first time someone has threatened suicide over her, and Usui grimly suspects it will not be the last. And between the would-be suicides and the fights he has to break up between boys wanting to date her, Misaki Ayuzawa is a pain in the ass.

With a last glare in her direction, he drags Shinichi down to the clinic.

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He is waiting by the school gates when the day is over, giving the younger girls an evil eye when he sees their shortened skirts.

"Is he gay or what?" One freshman whispers to her friend, hastily scampering away. "Why is he so picky about our clothes?"

Then he sees her. Her tie is loosened around her neck, and the top button is undone, but as far as dress code is concerned, she is perfectly compliant. It annoys him, because she always looks like she is breaking code, or up to something, even when she isn't.

She glides towards him, golden eyes mocking, as her shoulders and head dip into an exaggerated, sarcastic curtsy. "President."

"Ayuzawa," he snarls. "You have got to find a better way to turn down these proposals without causing them to attempt suicide."

She looks at him impassively. "Okay."

"Okay? That's it?" Even her nonchalance is annoying and he is getting mighty tired of cleaning up her messes.

He watches with narrowed eyes as Misaki shrugs, straightens, and ambles away as if she was on a catwalk. His annoyance remains with him even as he runs to his job, as a butler for a cosplay cafe.

It is three train stops, a connecting bus and a dash down four blocks before he gets to his destination, a nondescript building in the next town, with only a bowtie on the door. He goes to the back alley, slipping inside the back door, greeting his boss, Satsuki Hyodo with a bow.

"Right on time," the older man beams, looking much younger than his 40+ years. "Your suit's just been dry-cleaned. And it's a full house today, so get out there and help out Subaru and Hotaka as soon as you can."

"Yes, sir," Usui replies, rushing into the locker rooms. He rakes a handful of gel through his blond hair, making sure to tame every last lock, and dons his butler uniform and non-prescription glasses. He has never seen a student from his school, and hopes to keep it that way, since his reputation as the Demon Student President would die a horrible death if anyone did catch him at his job. The glasses are an extra disguise for him, to ensure his anonymity.

He heads out to the customer area, welcoming the newest arrivals with a bow. The girls swoon, of course. Takumi has never been shy about his looks, and is grateful that he can make money off of them. This is the one useful thing his good-for-nothing mother gave him.

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The shift flies by, and as the day turns to night, he finds himself in the back alley, throwing out the garbage. Looking up, he meets the golden eyes of his nemesis, Misaki Ayuzawa. She comes to a full stop, her languid gaze raking him from head to toe.

It might be too late to deny anything, but in his panic, he does an abrupt about-face, walking back into the store. Takumi's heart is pounding; it is probably the first time any girl has made his heart race. But, he must finish the rest of his shift, so he washes his hands and gets back out there.

Two hours pass, and his shift is over. Subaru, a college student, pounds him on the back to congratulate him for a job well done. He dreads going home, but then, Ayuzawa is a girl, and she probably won't be out this late. Changing back to his street clothes, he bows one last time to his manager, before heading out the back door.

There she is, waiting patiently, her waves of dark hair obscured by the hoodie she wears like a model. She is out of her uniform, in a very sporty outfit, as if she was getting ready to chase him down.

"So it is you, President," she quips, her eyes gleaming in the dark like a cat's. Damn it. Of all the people to catch him, it had to be her.

Swallowing his irritation, Usui shoulders his backpack. "Where are you headed, Ayuzawa? I'll walk you home."

A look of amusement crosses her face. "What is this, is our Demon President actually a gentleman?" she quips, pushing off the wall to stand before him.

"You're still a girl, Ayuzawa. It's getting late. I'm walking you home." He ignores her taunting, fighting his rising panic. What will she do next? They walk to the train station in silence, both lost in thought. If she tells anyone in school he works as a butler in a butler cafe, he would lose any credibility he had with the student population.

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It turns out that they live in the same direction, and that her house is two stops away, in a tall condominium. The train is full of people heading home from work, just at rush hour. He ends up crammed with her into a corner, people shoving at his back. Bracing a hand over her shoulder, he tries not to make eye contact, studying the ceiling. He can tell that she is studying his face, but ignores it. The train brakes suddenly, sending her hurtling into his chest. Her scent rises, an expensive perfume that intoxicates him, her arms wrapping around his waist to gain traction and avoid falling onto the floor. He closes his eyes, trying to endure.

"Sorry," she breathes, regaining her balance. He grunts in response, his face burning.

After they get off, Usui notes that it is now night. The moon and the streetlights lead them to a small playground beside the street. "Let's sit for a moment," Misaki tells him, skipping to a bench.

Usui observes her for a bit. He can see why this girl has all the poor boys in the school mad about her. She's pretty enough, with a slender figure and perfectly-sized breasts (as far as the oversized hoodie will let him imagine), but it is the arresting colour of her eyes that catches attention immediately, and they have a feline tilt to them that most men would find irresistible. Her long, dark hair, untainted by any dye, ends in luxurious curls that most girls would die for. She probably isn't wearing makeup either, but is just one of those natural beauties.

"Usui, here!" she calls, patting the seat next to her. Scowling, he takes the seat, careful to keep a distance between them. He must not fall for her feminine wiles; she is the most dangerous girl of all of them. "So, why are you working there?"

He grits his teeth. Is she trying to blackmail him? "I have no choice. My dad, he's a single dad, and he tends to get sick a lot. I also have a little brother, in middle school. This is the only job I could find that paid well enough, with hours that I could actually work." Staring straight ahead, the resentment churns in his stomach. Why does he have to admit anything to this girl? "I am asking you, please, not to spread this around at school."

She stares at him for a long moment. "I'm not going to." The wind picks up, blowing her hair around her face, framing it. In spite of himself, Usui feels a pull towards this girl. His fists curl around the edge of the bench. She is the biggest player in the school, oozing her female pheromones all over the place. The more annoying thing was that she was also the top student, her grades always edging him out of first place by a small margin, every month. She wasn't even trying, everything came so easy to her. Fury comes easy now, a barrier between him and his urge to touch her. He looks away.

Beside him, she rises to her feet. "Don't push yourself too hard, president. And don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone." When he turns back, she is gone. Sprinting towards the street, he looks around for signs of her, but doesn't find any. Hoping she got home safely, he rounds the block, just in case. She is his responsibility, after all. Still no sign of Misaki Ayuzawa.

Defeated, he heads home, to where his father fusses over him and his little brother stares at him with too-old eyes.

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