When I First Met Her

by Her Pretty Smile

Synopsis: [Pre-canon] The first time I met her, she left a bit of an impression on me, but I didn't dwell on her further because I had thought that we were both very incompatible with each other. Boy, was I wrong back then. Usui/Misaki. [Twoshot; Ongoing]

Warning: Unbeta-ed with obvious efforts in keeping the characters in character. Not sure if I succeeded, though.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kaichou Wa Maid-sama! :)

Authoress' Note: WAIT! Before you suddenly sue me of plagiarism, please let me introduce myself first. I'm Ai-chan. It's me, you guys! This is my new account. :3 For those who don't know me, well... the better! :)

When I First Met Her

First Part

WHEN I FIRST ARRIVED in Seika High, the first thought that came inside my mind was that it practically screamed plain and common. But I didn't complain. It was just right for me, after all.

I went inside my classroom, Class 2-2, and was greeted by a sea of faces turning their heads to stare at me.

Me? I just walked towards an empty seat, ignoring them and tending to my own business.

But the favorable silence didn't last very long.

Loud screams filled the whole room just as I'd settled down.

"Kyaaah~!" the only five girls in the class shouted, causing me to jolt out of my system. "How handsome!" I could literally see the hearts in their eyes.

I ignored them and their futile attempts to know my name and my number.

When our teacher announced that we had a free period, I slipped out from the classroom as quietly as I could and strolled along the halls.

I noticed some paint peeling from the walls and a very muddy floor near Class 2-1's classroom. Shrugging it off, I started to pass by quietly when I suddenly heard an angry voice booming from inside their room.

"HEY! How dare you intentionally spill mud on the floor in front of our classroom?! You should be ashamed of yourselves!"

It was a female voice and it reverberated inside my head for about five seconds. I then happened to stare into the glass window of the room and saw a girl with ebony hair and hazel eyes scolding the boys with an angry, annoyed expression on her face.

She didn't have a curvy body nor did she have a pretty face, but she had that spark of determination and uniqueness in her that intrigued me a bit. I also concluded that if she always showed that angry side of hers, then she must also have a cute side.

I smirked a little at my thoughts and shook off the mental images of her inside my head.

I started to leave, not wanting to be involved in the ruckus when their classroom door suddenly opened very wide, so wide that it was yanked off of its hinges. My eyes widened as I saw that it was the girl who did it and she did not look very happy.

She looked surprised for a moment when she saw me, then frowned. "Who are you? Are you the new transferee here?"

My gaze slowly dropped down from her face to her hands. She was gripping the two boys' ears, the action in which I concluded that they were the one who were responsible for the mud.

She noticed what I was looking at and sighed. "This is nothing. Now, what class are you in? Why are you wandering around the hallways?"

"We have a free period," I replied simply.

"Oh, I see. Then please leave so that I can give these guys a severe, righteous punishment for what they've done to the floor." She shot a death glare at the two boys, making them flinch.

"…Who are you?" The words suddenly slipped out of my mouth out of curiosity.

She blinked in confusion for a moment. "Me? I'm Ayuzawa Misaki, the student council president of this school." She narrowed her eyes at me. "And you are…?"

"…Usui Takumi."

She nodded. "All right, Usui. Can you please leave now?"

I turned my back on her and walked off, not really caring about what would happen to the two boys who were now pleading her to lower their punishment a little.

But she was an interesting girl… Ayuzawa Misaki…

The words that my brother Gerard said to me suddenly echoed inside my head. "If I will allow you to live on your own, then make sure that you will not have any close ties with someone who is not from our family."

Well, I wouldn't worry about that, I thought blandly. It's not like I'm interested in her romantically. Anyway, we are both very incompatible, so there's no way the two of us will become close.

Boy, was I wrong back then.

END of FIRST PART

TO BE CONTINUED