Kiku Honda loved working in the maid-café near their school, the customers are always happy; his fellow employees are as cheerful and inviting. He could express himself fully among all the individuals who loved cosplay or dressing up not only because they appreciate what he was doing but also because nobody knew what he was doing. Nobody knew he would dress up in a frilled maid outfit pretending to be one of the opposite sex, his long curly raven-black wig plus his slender figure made it so that nobody would speculate that he is not. The way he moved around the shop made the male customers' heart swoon, his graceful actions made even the manliest of men blush which Kiku loved doing so.

This was a secret he thought he would take to his grave, his family, friends and schoolmates knew nothing of this job. But, why would he tell them? He was an academic scholar and captain of the archery cub to boot. The only one stopping him from his full non-academic excellence was the latest addition to the school, a Korean boy named Im Yong Soo. That student was good in every single sport he played in, recently he took down the Russian student in, of all things, figure skating and managing to win the hearts of the girls back in their school with smooth turns, jumps and that rather admirable pose he does making look as if what his adversary was previously doing as child's play. He was Kiku's worse nightmare and Yong Soo was unaware of this fact.

One day at kendo practice, certain Japanese was concentrating on his next move agaist a dummy on the other side of the room. Silence filled the air, wind practically went through his bogi and a mere thump would be enough to echo through the whole room. He slowly opened his eyes and concentrated on the dummy, and then there- he began to charge at it at a fast rate, the fact that he did not wear shoes made it even easier for him to move, reaching proper proximity to the dummy he lifter his arms to give it a quick blow until…

"HEY YOU!"

Two words, just two words and his body stopped, losing all of his concentration. Oh, what a pain it was for him. Hitting his forehead with his palm, what was it? Who was there? He turned to the source of the noise and saw a male, taller than him by about 2 or 3 inches, a goofy ear-to-ear grin and a ill-worn school uniform to top it all off.

"Yong Soo…" Kiku muttered at the sight.

The figure then walked towards him, smile still intact.

"So, you do know me?" Yong Soo said with much excitement but much annoyance to Kiku.

"…unfortunately" the Japanese muttered, negative emotion evident in his tone. The Korean just shrugged it off and patted his back with a huge PAK that echoed through the room. Kiku cringed; this boy's hands are pretty heavy.

"So, what are you doing, Kiku?" Yong Soo asked with much curiosity in his tone as he eyed the piece of equipment in Kiku's pale hands.

"Nothing." He replied coldly as he swung it around, trying to practice but mostly trying to avoid a conversation with his schoolmate.

The Korean tilted his head to the left, blinking twice and made his rather careful deduction, or not so careful to what seems to be rather obvious. "It doesn't look like nothing."

Only silence followed, soon the Korean proceeded to poke Kiku's shoulder.

Poke

Poke

Poke

P O K E

Kiku was losing his patience though usually he would stay calm under any annoyance, this was different.

"WHAT?" he practically blurted out with his last swing, rendering a rather annoying Korean to pause but resume with a smile in a matter of seconds.

"…can I play with you?" Yong Soo asked with a grin on his face.

"No." The answer was blunt, uninviting and cold. This didn't stop the Korean though, he looked around the place and observed. First to the left and then to the right until… AHA! There it is! A sword lay on the end of the room; someone must have forgotten it but no matter. The Korean rushed out to get it, Kiku didn't mind or seem to mind he was too engulfed with his swings.

"Hey Kiku-!" another annoyance, Kiku breathed out with a sigh and looked towards the man with an expression that seemed like anything else but amused.

"What no-"but before he could complete his reply he was cut off by a loud hollow sound. He was charged at, his sword panged against the one Yong Soo wielded.

"Wanna spar?" The Korean asked with a grin, a glare was fired back to him. But then it was a great opportunity, for the Japanese, to show his skills. Legs parted in a stable stance, arms folded and hands griping tightened.

"If you wish to." Blunt and cold Kiku replied

In reply, Yong Soo made the same stance. Looking down at the Japanese, a small smile tugged on his lips and eyes fluttered shut.

"What is he playing at?" he asked himself as he observed the Korean. Observing his features, he noted that he had a sort of air to him. A rather attractive one, actually, one that looked as if he had no care in the world. Yong Soo licked his lips causing Kiku's face to redden; distracted Yong Soo made his move. Before the Japanese boy knew it his sword was flying into the air and Yong Soo's was pointed right at him.

"You don't seem to be giving me your all, team captain." The Korean uttered Kiku's position mockingly and this made his blood boil. Seething with anger he turned away to take back his sword and pack up.

"Hey- where are you going?" Yong Soo asked, his innocent expression on it's on switch again. Kiku ignored his question and simply walked away.

"Aw, come on! You're the most interesting person in this school! Don't go!" Yong Soo whined, these words made Kiku wince and turn towards the man.

"I. AM. NOT. YOUR. PLAY THING!" he shouted as he stormed out, leaving a confused Korean alone in the room.

"Who does he think he is? 'Most interesting'? Pft! Don't make me laugh!" he thought to himself as he stormed to the locker rooms unbeknownst to the man, his previously met associate was actually following him.

Showers after a long day of practice felt nice, the steam surrounding the area from the shower made Kiku feel as if he was in one of those movies, since it was only him in the locker room he took the chance of not being careful with his belongings. His locker was opened and his clothing were stacked on the bench, changing in the stuffy changing room would be quite a hassle. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out of the shower, his footsteps making splashing noises into the puddle he created.

He took a towel he left outside and proceeded to dry his hair as he approached the lockers, he turned down as he dried his hair. He knew the turns in which to go back to his own space, he could only hear his steps- Splish, splash, splish, splash, splish, hey nice wig, splash.

Wait- nice wig?

Kiku pulled the towel over his head to reveal that Korean boy, there. Sitting by his locker, no, looking through his locker with a wavy black wig in his hand. Kiku's heart dropped, his mind was in panic.

"G-give me that!" he snatched the wig away from the Korean.

"What do you need that thing for? Is it for your sister or a school play?" Yong Soo inquired

"I-it's none of your business!" stuttering, he took the wig into his gym bag and zipped it up.

"Well, you don't have to be grumpy about it." Yong Soo pouted, Kiku blinked in disbelief. Disbelief on how this character was clueless. He pointed at the door with a bright red face.
"Get. Out."

"W-what?"

"Get. OUT." This time, Kiku slammed his palm on the locker door so hard that the sound echoed from one part of the locker room to the other. This was obviously Yong Soo's cue to leave, well, not before witnessing the towel wrapped around Kiku's waist to fall. Face red, Kiku screamed. Not only did his towel fall in front of somebody, to had to be that new found annoyance.

Author's notes:

Spur of the moment fanfiction, really. Kinda like a rip off of "Kaichou wa maid-sama though.

I apologize for any mistake I made in writing this.

Should I continue this?