A/N: Many thanks to KizunaOtakuArashi who convinced me to do this fic. This came to me on a plane. Enjoy! I don't own Kaichou wa Maid-sama! or Nikkon cameras.

Aoi was bored in class. With 5 minutes to go, he was looking forward to the weekend that would end his first week of classes. He began doodling until something perked his interest.

"…And that concludes our lesson. Okay class, you are free to talk amongst yourselves for the remainder of class. Hyoudo Aoi and Hinamori Sora, you are on cleaning detail today."

"Damn," Aoi muttered. He forgot about the stupid cleaning detail. That just sucks, the people who did it yesterday did a crap job and now I won't have enough time to go to the park to take pictures for my blog! When the bell rang, Aoi stood from his seat in the back of the class and walked to the storage closet. He vaguely noted his desk neighbor did the same and she approached the closet, and him.

"Hi," she said. He nodded back, looking at her. She was about half a head taller than him with waist-length black hair, tied up in a ponytail and bangs. She had bright blue eyes and a sweet smile. "I'm Hinamori Sora. So I guess we're stuck here cleaning, huh?"

"Yeah," Aoi said grabbing a broom. She grabbed a duster and some window cleaner. Secretly he was glad she did, her being half a head taller made her more apt for dusting and window stuff. Silently they worked, Sora replacing books and papers while dusting and Aoi sweeping the extra paper and food the other students left behind. Honestly, how can people be such pigs, it's really gross.

He had just finished sweeping when Sora spoke again. "Do you have somewhere you need to be?"

Aoi's head snapped up. "What?"

Sora smiled. "I saw the look on your face when you were picked for cleaning detail. I'm done with the windows and putting stuff away, if you like I can clean the desks and you can leave when you're done sweeping."

Aoi blinked. "Really?"

"Sure!" Again with the smile.

"That would be great, thank you." In under two minutes, he threw away the dust and grabbed his bag, ready to leave. "See you Monday er…"

"Sora is fine."

"Uh, okay. See you Sora."

"Bye Hyoudo-kun."

"…Aoi is fine."

"Okay, bye Aoi-kun." Aoi left, not quite sure what to make of his classmate.

Thirty minutes later he was dressed in a new blue dress he just made. (In his eyes) it was perfect for spring, it had long sleeves but a knee length skirt and plenty of bows and ribbons. His wig was in place, he had a fresh memory card and his digital camera, and he was now looking for a perfect spot in the park to take pictures. He decided on an old bridge. He did several pictures here before, but none actually overlooking the small stream that ran beneath it. He set up the tripod and placed his camera on it. After several minutes of tinkering, he put the tripod several inches from the side of the small bridge and put on the timer. He was just taking his place when several small boys ran past Aoi, knocking the camera and tripod into the stream.

"Whoops! Sorry lady," one boy said, bowing before running after his two friends.

Aoi stood in shock for several seconds before quickly walking to the other side of the bridge. The camera and tripod lay two feet under crisp spring water, mocking Aoi who was just out of reach. The bridge was too high for him to reach the camera, let alone the water.

"Damnit," Aoi said.

"That's not a very ladylike thing to say." Aoi whipped his head around so fast he was sure his wig would fall off. Next to the path stood a boy around Aoi's age. Aoi studied the newcomer. He was several inches taller than Aoi with shaggy brown hair that fell around his eyes which were bright blue. His ears were pierced and he wore a green t-shirt and a light grey hoodie, unzipped with baggy jeans and black shoes. The only interesting thing about him was the Nikkon camera he wore around his neck. Aoi snapped out of it.

"I'm not in the mood right now sir, my camera unfortunately fell into the river," he said in the cutest way he could.

The boy smiled brightly. "Yeah, I saw. Now try saying it like you mean it."

Aoi blinked. "Wha-"

"C'mon, no girl who swears would ever say 'my camera unfortunately fell'. Say it like you mean it." He was still smiling, but his eyes gleamed mischievously.

Aoi felt some anger bubble in him despite trying to suppress it. "Shut up! Some stupid kids knocked my camera over, I'm pissed off, and now I won't be able to take any pictures for my blog! I don't need your crap right now!" Aoi took a deep breath. Wow, that felt good.

Surprising, the boy clapped politely. "That was much better, much more natural. I'm Mao by the way. Feel better now?" He walked over to Aoi and offered him his hand.

Aoi took it. "Yeah. I'm Aoi."

"I know, I've seen your blog." Mao helped Aoi up. He then sat down and began fiddling with his shoes.

"Um…Mao-kun. What are you doing?"

"Just Mao, and I'm getting your camera for you." Before Aoi could speak, Mao had rolled up his pants, took off his shoes and socks and hopped down into the water. It came over his knees. "Oh shit it's cold," he squeaked.

Aoi smirked. "That's what you get for trying to help a lady."

Mao grinned as he put the camera and tripod on the bridge. He pulled himself out. "Right. Next time I see you drop your camera into the water, I won't bother to sacrifice myself for you. I'll just take plenty of pictures to post of my memorable encounter with Internet Idol Aoi." He unrolled his pants and hopped gently to warm himself.

Aoi rolled his eyes. They were both silent for a second while Mao put on his socks and shoes. "Thanks."

Mao looked up at Aoi, surprised. Then he grinned. "No problem. Did you have a lot of pictures on it?"

"No."

"Well that sucks even more, cuz who knows what pictures you could have taken with that."

Aoi nodded dejectedly. "Have you taken any pictures with that recently?" Aoi indicated to the Nikkon still hanging around Mao's neck.

Mao grinned even more. "As a matter of fact, I have. Wanna see them?"

"Sure," Aoi sighed grumpily, sitting down next to Mao on the edge of the bridge. "It's not like I have anything better to do now that my camera is broken."

Mao turned the camera on and Aoi noticed for the first time that it was a professional grade camera with a great lens. "Where did you get a camera like this?"

"My mom. She's a photographer for Tokyo Times. She lets me have all her old cameras, but this one is definitely the best one yet." He leaned closer to Aoi to show him the pictures. Aoi was surprised. The pictures were only of trees and leaves, but it was obvious that this boy had lots of talent for taking pictures. Then Aoi recognized a subject in one of them.

"When did you take this picture of me?" The picture was beautiful, but sad. It was a close shot of a profile of Aoi, with a look of pure shock on his face.

Mao laughed. "All the pictures on this memory card are from today. I took this picture about 10 minutes ago when your camera fell in the water, that's the face you made."

"I-it's really nice," Aoi said. "I-I mean for an amateur photographer."

Mao grinned again. "Thanks, there's more of you, wanna see?" He clicked the next button to a full length picture of Aoi on the bridge, staring at the water. "This was when you were looking for your camera." He clicked forward again. This picture was of Aoi trying to reach into the water. Aoi felt stupid for reaching for the camera, but as a picture it looked really good. Aoi clicked forward again and began laughing.

Aoi pouted. "It's not that funny." It was a picture of Aoi's face as he turned to look at Mao. His eyes were big and innocent-looking with a touch of curiosity to them.

"You're right, I'm sorry, it's not funny. Actually, it's kinda cute." Aoi huffed at the compliment making Mao laugh more.

After Mao calmed down some, Aoi asked, "Are there any more pictures?"

"Nope, that's it." Aoi was actually a little disappointed. "Hey, Aoi-chan, I have an idea. You need a camera, and I need a subject. How about we work together?"

Aoi looked skeptical. "Why would I do that?"

"Well, because you already said my pictures were good, and because you need a camera."

"Why do you want to take pictures of me, I mean besides the fact that I'm an Internet Idol."

"Because I'm bored of taking pictures of trees. There's only so many nature shots I can do before I go completely insane."

"I barely even know you!" These were petty arguments, but still, Aoi wasn't sure he could trust this guy. "How can I trust that you won't try to post pictures behind my back?"

Mao thought a second, then brightened. "How 'bout this: I'll meet you here to take pictures, so I won't know where you live. I'll provide the camera, and you can provide the memory card so I will never have any pictures of you."

Aoi thought for a second. Wow. That's actually a really good plan…I can't really think of any downsides to it… Aoi shot him a hard look. "Okay, what's the catch?"

Mao shook his head. "No catch! I just wanna take pictures and see how people like them. If it's on Aoi-chan's blog, there's sure to be lots of people who want to see it. You won't even have to pay me!"

That was what sold him. "Done," Aoi said. "When and where do we meet?"

"Here again tomorrow at 4:00." He popped out the memory card. "You can take your pictures off this tonight and give it back tomorrow." He stood and began walking away. "Thanks Aoi-chan, I'll see you tomorrow!" He ran off.

Aoi clutched the memory card in his hand. "Strange kid," he mumbled.

A/N: For those of you who are wondering, Mao looks like a combo of Kukai from Shugo Chara! and the lead singer (also called Mao) from the band SID.