Ai: So I got this little chatting with the character thing from mountaingirl47, so no hating please! Anyways, I am revi-

Misaki: I appreciate your, um... efforts in trying to make this story good and all, but aren't you going overboard with the revising?

Ai: You're so blunt, Misaki. I'll just ask for Usui's opinion then.

Misaki: Wait, what? Usui came back?!

Usui: I am so touched, Misa-chan. You miss me so much, don't you?

Misaki: Wh-what are you t-talking about, idiot Usui?

Ai: Go away, Usui! You don't properly come in until the next chapter.

Usui: Fine, but before I leave, Ai doesn't own Maid-sama.

Ai: Get out.

Chapter 1:

The sky had long gotten dark, and a young woman in her early twenties fished out her keys from her bag. Honey colored eyes scanned the nearly empty condo as soon as the door creaked open, hoping to catch sight of a certain blonde pervert. The woman scolded herself soon after, not wanting to drown in the thoughts of him.

After taking off her shoes and slipping into some comfortable slippers, the woman found herself staring at the giant window in the living room. It called out to her, and she approached it. When the cold surface of the glass touched her hand, a ghost of a smile crept up onto her lips, illuminating the beautiful yet tired young face.

With a quiet sigh, the woman finally admitted defeat as her mind once again wandered to the person who had loved to stand in the same spot and gaze far out over the beautiful city. It was painful just thinking about it, and she sunk down onto her knees.

He had no idea how much she missed him.

It felt like a whole hour before the grumbling of a stomach broke the silence. The last time she had eaten was around a day ago, but she didn't really want to make dinner. It would undoubtedly cause a disaster, and the woman was in no mood to clean up the fish from her ceiling. Again.

Instead, she walked quietly into the bedroom and rummaged inside her drawers for a small wooden box, which contained a little slip of paper. It had already become a routine for her to do this every once in a while. Finally, the woman felt her fingers brush against the box. She slowly took the box out of the drawers and opened it. Inside were a heart necklace, various photos, and that slip of paper. She unfolded the paper and read the words. In truth, she wasn't really actually reading since she had already memorized every word a long time ago. She was just looking at the writing, admiring the beautiful script. It was just like him; elegant, smooth, and handsome.

Kaichou,

I won't say much since I know you don't like it when people blabber on and on. I'm writing this letter because number one, I want to explain my decision to you, and two, if I didn't leave a letter, you would probably skin me alive the next time we meet.

First of all, I need you to know that I will never forget the feelings and memories we share. They are my most precious possessions, and I will protect them. Remember that no matter what happens, okay?

When I took you for a "journey" in Miyabigaoka, you told me to not come back until my business was finished right? So I'll keep that promise for you. However, I don't know how long my business will take, and I don't want you to waste a lifetime waiting for me.

If I don't come back in two years, forget me. Move on. It's already hard for me to be so far away from you, so if I have to live with the guilt knowing that I not only left you but also held you back in life, well, I don't know what I'd do. As much as I hate to admit it, there are other men out there that are kind and honorable. They will treat you well, and that is something I have always wanted you to experience. I will not hold a grudge if you do find him, and I will give you all my blessings. (Although when I come back, I may have to destroy him.)

Now there is one request I have of you. No matter what happens, I want you to believe in me. You may think this silly now, but just promise me that when the time comes, you'll believe me. Okay?

Please take care of yourself. Don't overwork your body, and learn to have fun once in a while.

Oh yeah. Ayuzawa, don't get any cuter while I'm gone. You just don't know how cute you can be.

Your Perverted Alien Stalker,

Usui

That had been five years ago. Misaki still remembered how the letter fell out of her pockets a few days after Usui departed. How he slipped it into the pocket still remained a mystery, but that wasn't important. All this was so sudden. Just when the two of them had gotten together, he was ripped from her grasp. They both knew this day was coming, and he even told her he was leaving. For Misaki, it took about a month to finally realize and accept this fact. Whenever she saw blonde hair, she would run over to the person like a madwoman. Most of the time, that didn't end up well. Just as Erika had predicted, their relationship was filled with hardships.

Still, life had to move on. Aside from buying Usui's condo, Misaki locked away her memories of high school. During her last year at college, Aoi had dragged Misaki to a fashion show. She realized that she had some interest in designing after watching models walk around in breath-taking dresses. Aoi noticed this too, and helped her develop this passion. Even he couldn't deny that the girl had talent. About one year ago, he decided to switch careers from a dress designer to a male's fashion designer. Not wanting to throw the company away, Aoi gave it to Misaki. Now, the Yume Dress Designers is a very successful company.

On the other side of the world in England, Usui also moved on to a "new life". Not that Misaki was a stalker like him or anything, but being the new business typhoon of the western world meant that Usui had become the new favorite for news reporters and paparazzi to pick on. It wasn't uncommon to see the face of this handsome young CEO all over the media. When there was news of him, Misaki would always read it, and make sure that Usui was okay.

However, the one thing that bothered her was the fact that he was always smiling at the camera. There was not one picture of Usui frowning. These smiles may have fooled the rest of the world, but Misaki could see through the smiles. She had been with him for so long, seen his real smile for so long. When Usui smiled, his eyes would twinkle and his whole face would soften. Though she would never admit it, his smiles melted her heart every time and she would push him away so that he wouldn't catch her blush.

The smile that he presented to the public was still handsome, but his eyes looked dull and bored. They gave a feeling of coldness that sent chills down her spine. It didn't matter that he had grown taller and better looking. It didn't matter that he was drowning in money.

Misaki wanted Usui back. The old Usui.

"You stupid idiot. Come back. I'm waiting."

XXXX

"Forget it!" Usui shouted, loosing the calm façade he always wore.

Cold hard eyes stared back at him, narrowing in anger. "Don't forget that you are still a disgrace to the family. I will thank you for saving the business, but I owe you nothing more. If that girl from Japan is still on your mind, then I'm afraid I must do something to stop her from invading your thoughts."

The already tightened fists tightened even more. "What did you do to her?"

The office chair turned around, and the old man that was sitting in it stood up slowly. He smiled, revealing a set of yellowing teeth. Usui was amazed by how much the man resembled a street rat.

"You don't need to worry right now. I haven't done anything yet. Of course, you should know that even if she's not in debt now, I can always arrange for something to happen. No one, not even that lame father of hers, will be able to save her then."

To Usui, The only thing that mattered was Misaki's happiness and her safety. He couldn't let anything happen to the person that changed his life.

"I'll do it. Just stay away from her."

He hated how weak he sounded. Yet again, he had succumbed to his grandfather. Satisfied, the old man nodded at the door.

"Good. You are excused."

Without another word, Usui left the room. He walked down the one of many hallways in the castle and headed straight for his room. Once he was in his room, Usui sat down at his desk. He let out a frustrated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. There was a picture peeking out from inside the folder, and he took a look at it. Staring back at him was his future wife, Cashlin.

Grandfather had tried to hide it, but Usui knew all about it. He knew what Cashlin's family did, and why this marriage was so important. Yet he did not want to be the pawn that was used to seal a deal.

They had actually met before as children. In fact, Cashlin was probably his first and only friend before he met Misaki. She was an average kid, slightly chubby and plain looking. Apparently, she was bullied often so she would come crying to Usui. Over the years, Cashlin has gotten skinnier and grown into a fine young lady. He didn't care about that though; because his heart had been taken by a demon president and he didn't plan to take it back from her either.

Misaki.

Usui wondered how she was doing. He thought about her every single day, and the thought of her leaving him was too much. She was the only thing that gave him hope. Hope for better days.

"I'm so sorry Ayuzawa."

~!~

Ai: So how was the first chapter?

Misaki: Why did you make me buy that alien's apartment?

Ai: Well I thought that it would be inter-

Usui: Because Ayuzawa needed to have something of mine with her 24/7. Isn't that right?

Misaki: I thought Ai told you to leave.

Usui: But I missed my little maid so much that I had to come back.

Misaki: Idiot.

Ai: Um... Hello? I'm still here... Oh whatever. Review please!