*FLASHBACK/NORMAL POV*

The city was busy and full of life. Many people roamed around with family or they were going to work. But at this moment I want to focus on two people in this city. A small girl cheerfully ran around calling out to her father following behind.

"Daddy you have to hurry up! We got to get home before mommy and Kioko does!" Her short black hair swished around in the gentle wind as she stopped and waited for her father to catch up.

"Alright, alright. Just slow down and stay with me alright? You're going to get lost in the big city." The young girl's father smiled softly. His eyes which matched hers were a glistening green in the sun light. The little girl grabbed his hand and smiled.

"Ok daddy." As they were walking the girl stopped and stared into a window. Her father stopped and stared at her worried.

"Yuki? What is it? What's wrong?" The girl, Yuki, pointed to the window of a music store and he looked at what she was pointing to. It was a beautiful Yamaha guitar. The body was purple and the pick guard was lava looking design. The head was purple as well. "Does Yuki want to play that?"

"Yes. It's so pretty. Daddy can I have it? Please?" She gave him puppy dog eyes that he just couldn't resist.

"Ok, but how about you wait until you're big enough to play that. Let's say, wait until you're 13 alright?" He patted her head.

"As long as I get that exact one I really don't care." He laughed and they began walking again.

*PRESENT/YUKI POV*

I thought of that memory fondly. It was when I was 8 that I first started liking music. I really loved that guitar when I first laid my eyes on it. That nut of a father actually kept his promise. I got it when I was 13 like he said. It has been 2 years since I got it.

"Yo. Yuki come on time to rehearse." My friend Riho pulled me from my thoughts. I stood up and went to the microphone with my guitar strapped to my back. We rehearsed all the time after school. Sometimes people would gather around and listen. It just depended on how much people where left at school at the end of the day. Riho began to play his guitar and I began to sing.

You don't know anything

You don't know anything

You don't know anything about me

Students slowly began to gather around like normal.

Once it starts, it never stops

Discipline, it's all I'm not

Can't help myself, you listening?

Why can't I say just what I want?

You don't know anything

No, you don't know anything about me

Steady damage, cross the line

What's become clearly defined

Steady damage, cross the line

What's become clearly defined

Chain me up, hold me down

Just let me go, there's always more

I want it all excluding you

Losing control, so construed

You don't know anything

No, you don't know anything about me

Steady damage, cross the line

What's become clearly defined

Steady damage, cross the line

What's become clearly defined

All that is done is left behind

You had it all now I got mine

I can't wait to see your face when I make it without you

Nothing seems to go your way, you'll never amount to

Get away, get away from me

Get away (never amount to)

Get away, get away from me

Get away (never amount to shit)

Steady damage, cross the line

What's become clearly defined

Steady damage, cross the line

What's become clearly defined

You don't know anything

It was the end of the song and everyone began to clap. A couple teachers and about 20 students were there and it seemed to be the same ones all the time. Everyone but the principal left he came up to us and smiled.

"So the rumors are true. Sky is it? Is actually pretty good. You know I have a friend in the music business. His name is Rick Drake." I drank my water as he was talking but once he said that name I did a spit take with my water all over Riho.

"THE Rick Drake from All Time Records in America? NO WAY!" I stood there in awe. The principal just laughed.

"Yes way. In fact the new building that is being built in the city is the new All Time Records building. It's almost complete and when it's done I will introduce Sky to Mr. Drake. All I need is an album of a few songs and I'll send it to him. Think about this offer. Sky could become the number one band in Japan."

With that he walked away and everyone went home cheerfully.

It was a little late and I knew my mother would scold me for this but of well. It's for a good cause.

When I entered my house, I opened the door slowly and shut it quietly but my ninja skills didn't work very well when I tripped on my dog and fell.

"Yuki Usui, you're late. Dinner was done an hour ago."

"Sorry." Is all I said when I stood up. "Where are dad and Kioko?"

"Your father is in the shower and your sister is in her room. Come on eat I left you some food in the microwave." I walked to the kitchen and pulled the food out from the microwave. It was still a bit warm. "So tell me. Why were you late this time?" I smiled inwardly about what the principal told me.

"Oh nothing other than talking to the principal for an hour about how Sky might be getting a record deals with All Time Records. That's all. No big deal." All I could hear was a smash of a plate that my mother was washing and right on time my dad came running in only with a towel on all worried.

"Misaki. Yuki. Is everything all right?" My mom was cleaning up the broken plate when he ran in the kitchen.

"Yeah everything's fi…" She looked up and paused. "TAKUMI, GET SOME CLOTHES ON YOU DAMN PERVERT." They were always calling each other names and mom was always yelling but in a way it was cute. After dad got his clothes on we all sat on the couch.

"So what's this about a record deal?" Asked dad a bit shocked and happy

"After rehearsal today the principal came up to us and started talking for about an hour on a record deal with All Time Records. He said he knew the owner, Rick Drake."

"Well that's great! We should throw a party!" Dad said enthusiastically.

"No party. We don't even know if we are getting the deal or not."

"Wait a second. All Time Records. Isn't that in America?" Mom asked confused.

"Yeah but here's the thing. The new building that is being put up in the city is going to be Japans very own All Time Records."

"Ah. So that's what that building is. I see it all the time while going to work." Dad said.

"Yeah. I really hope we can get this deal. It's going to be so fun. Well, I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

*NORMAL POV*

Misaki smiled at Usui as Yuki walked away.

"She is so talented just like you. I never thought a day like this would come. This is going to be a great moment for her. You know how much she loves her music." Misaki said as she laid her head down on Usui's shoulder.

"Yeah, I know. Oh and don't forget. She's also very stubborn too. Just like you. So there is no way she will give up on this music deal." He patted her head and sighed.

"Mhm. Let's go to bed it's getting late." He nodded and the both went off to bed.

Yeah, yeah. I know. This chapter didn't have much Misaki and Usui in it. This one sums up the life of Yuki Usui their daughter. The next will sum up the life on her twin sister Kioko Usui.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maid-sama or the song.

Song: Damage

Artist: Fit for Rivals.