Okay so I was thinking about it and I came up with a conclusion. I am not using an OC in this story since I wanted to include Tora so badly and what better way than to use Chiyo, right? Sorry about those who voted in my poll. Or wait, I could use an OC but not for Takumi. You'll know later on. So here's the story I kept on ranting about in Girl Meets Boy (my other story). I'm aiming to touch your hearts with every character. This happens in an AU by the way. I hope I can get as much support in this story as how I did in my previous one. Read on all the way!

Disclaimer: Kaichou Wa Maid-Sama rightfully belongs to Hiro Fujiwara and I am only borrowing her characters.

Rollercosater of Hearts-Chapter One

"Chiyo…"

Lifeless Takumi stared at the picture in his hands. Until now, he couldn't accept that she's gone-taken away from him. What pains him the most is that it was because of him. Because he was an idiot, she died. Because he didn't listen to her, she died. Because he couldn't protect her on the last minute, she died. Because he was too weak, she died. Ever since that haunting day, he never stopped blaming himself for her death. He even thought of killing himself for the purpose of being with her again. But through those hard times he thought, 'What would Chiyo say if I kill myself?' because in his constant dreams she was there, telling him to carry on with his life and move on. But how could he do that when she was his life. She was everything to him. She was the one who brought him pure bliss. She was the one who welcomed to him the feeling of loving someone with all their heart. She was the one who taught him the greater things in life. She introduced him to a new world-her. She was his world. And now, that she's left, he felt like there's nothing else more worth living yet why? Why does she have to appear in his dreams every night and tell him that there's more to his life than constantly grieving for her? One thing he knows is that she's too kind. She's too kind for him. How could she expect him to live on when she's not by his side? How could she expect him to move on when every part of her death was his fault and the thought just won't stop haunting him every minute of every day?

"Why do you have to tell me that? Can't you see I'm nothing without you?" Takumi muttered as he held the picture close to his heart. A soft sob came from him as he kept on reminiscing everything they shared until that tragic event. She was the only girl he cried for. He was supposed to be strong. He built walls around himself yet she managed to break all of them when she left him. Now, he wasn't ashamed of letting his family and friends see him cry. He could care less because all he ever thinks about every single day is her. From the moment he wakes up until the moment he drifts off to sleep, she was in his mind. Sometimes he would even imagine that she was still with him and that everything is just a sick silly dream but no, life eventually had to bring him back to reality and shove it in his face that he lost the game and that he no longer was in control of everything.

"Please come back. I need you." He's broke and only her smile and her touch can make him feel whole again. Only she can mend his broken heart. He longed for no one else but her. He kept whispering to himself all of the things he wanted to say to her that he didn't notice the doors opening revealing his brother.

"Takumi, that's enough for today. You've been here for hours. You have to eat."

He stared up at his brother's eyes, full of concern-concern that he wished belongs to her. He wished she could be beside him again to worry about him over trivial things.

"I need to be alone for now."

"What would she say if she knew you're killing yourself by skipping meals? Would she be happy?"

It was better that way. At least he died because of his longing for her. It'll be a slow and peaceful death for him. She would like that, right? At least it wasn't complete suicide.

"You know she won't like it if you continue on with all of these Takumi. She cares for you and doesn't want you to suffer."

"The mere fact that I can't be with her again already made me suffer so much. All the other things are just part of it."

"Takumi…"

"Please, Gerard. I need some time for myself. I…I need to think things through."

"Don't and I mean never think about taking your life away."

He smiled weakly at his concern for him. "I won't."

"Then I'll be leaving now. Come out whenever you feel like it. Food's ready for you anytime."

"Thank you, Gerard."

The black-haired patted Takumi's shoulders before turning to leave. Once alone again, Takumi stared at the picture for the last time before slipping it back between the pages of their favorite book.

"What do you want me to do, Chiyo?"

. . . . .

"Misaki, where's your leave?"

"I'm off to Miss Patricia-san's house. I won some apples by the supermarket and thought maybe she would like to have some. I'll be back before five, Sakura. Tell Suzuna where I am. She might go berserk once she doesn't see me around when she gets back from school."

"Okay. Take care then."

"I will. Bye!"

"Yeah. Bye!"

Misaki quietly hummed to herself as she walked pass the busy streets of Tokyo. Her destination was the secluded mansion of the Walkers located at the tip of Tokyo. It was isolated for the reason of gaining privacy from people especially the paparazzi since the Walkers are one of the most influential families here in Japan as well as in England. It was a long way to go but she doesn't mind. Walking is a way of calming her mind and it enables her to ponder about random things that might come in handy for some reason in the future. The explanation of why she was involved with the Walkers is because of Patricia, the heiress of the family. She met her when she was working at a café as a waitress. She decided to take pity on her and her sister by offering both of them a scholarship in one of the most prestigious schools in Japan-Seika University. Now, she often visits her at her home and brings her some token of appreciation for everything that she'd done for her and her sister.

The thought brought a frown to Misaki's face. She remembered how things came out to be what they are right now. Her parents died in an accident when she was still twelve and Suzuna was nine. She remembered how no one in the family wanted to take them in during the burial. All of them only saw both them as trouble-extra mouths to feed. They just left her and Suzuna by themselves, grieving for their parents. From then on, Misaki stood up for both of them. She made a promise to herself that she would do everything to sustain Suzuna's needs as well as hers even if it meant working all night. Luckily, she met Sakura during High School. They became the best of friends and now, she was living with her in a cozy apartment located at the heart of Tokyo along with Suzuna, of course. From then on, she considered Sakura an extension to their little family. Although Sakura still has her parents, she decided to live with her mainly because she knows what she's gone through in life and she wants to be there for her. Amidst everyone who called themselves her friend, Sakura was the only one who looked at her for her true self and not because of her looks or popularity. Sure, she's popular due to her title as the Demon President during their High School Years and almost everyone in school fears her so they try to befriend her instead in order not to face her wrath. But Sakura, she was different. Sakura was the only girl who listened to her tragic story with all her heart and not just pure ears. She heard her out when she badly needed someone. She didn't come up to her for the sole purpose of avoiding reprimands by the President. She came because she cares.

Misaki planned that after High School she would consider working as her only option and erase the fact of attending college because of the expensive tuition fees. Of course, Sakura offered to help with the fees yet she can't seem to have the courage to accept it. She doesn't want to bother others for her life. Her goal is to succeed on her own feet so she declined the offer and worked in a café. That was when Patricia came into her damned and messed up life and proposed to her something she never imagined-a chance to go to college for a better job. She contemplated on the offer for days but due to Sakura and Suzuna's endless ranting about how good the given opportunity is, she gave in. Now, here she is-a student of Seika University in Accountancy. She was in her fourth year and is planning to proceed to taking up Law and become a Corporate Lawyer. She already told Patricia about her plans in life and no matter how much she refused, Patricia insisted on supporting her all throughout her studies. In her life, she has never been grateful enough to meet someone as kind as Patricia. To her, she was her guardian angel sent straight from heaven. She never forgot to thank God for introducing her into her life.

Misaki was so occupied in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed that she was already in front of the gigantic gates of the Walker Mansion. Carefully, she pressed the doorbell and came the speakers.

"Walker Residence, how may I help you?" the familiar voice of the family's head butler greeted her ears.

"Uhmm, Cedric, it's Misaki."

"Oh, Misaki! Wait a sec, I'll send in the car to pick you up."

"No need. I'll just walk. Just inform Patricia-san that I'm here."

"Very well."

Misaki never seemed to grow tired of being amazed by the estate's grandeur. It seems to be bigger that Tokyo. She doesn't even know if that was even an exaggeration. A car is even needed to reach the mansion. Not only that, beyond the mansion was a huge open field where one can even go horseback riding and anything else one can think of. She surely envied how rich people work. It's like they're buying lavish things because they just don't know what else to do with their money. Of course, the Walkers are like that yet they also never forget to join fundraising activities and charities. Maybe that's why they're blessed all the more each year-because of their kindness. She's a witness to that with her and Suzuna's scholarship.

Once she reached the mansion, she was immediately greeted by the maids she knows by heart now. She's been here for a lot of times and she's known and seen everyone living inside this home. Wait, not everyone to correct. She hadn't meet Patricia's second son. Maids said he was more of a loner and only opened up to his family, some trusted maids, a few friends, and his girlfriend or was it fiancé.

"Good afternoon, Misaki."

She gave a short bow to every maid that greeted her on her way to Patricia's study. Until now, she never imagined herself stepping foot inside a place like this. All her life ever since their parents left them, she pictured herself in the future as someone begging for food and money on the streets. Misaki smiled at everything she accomplished in life. She didn't even bother paying attention to where she was walking causing her to bump someone.

"Oof!"

She came landing on the floor with a loud thud along with the basket of apples. Massaging her butt, she muttered a small cry of pain at the impact before collecting the rolling apples one by one. The person in front of her didn't even bother helping.

"S-sorry," Misaki was able to say before standing up and giving a quick bow before taking her leave. She didn't even take a glance at the person she just bumped. She was pissed at how he just stared as she collected the apples and helped herself up and how he didn't even bother saying 'sorry'. It's like the word 'help' isn't in his dictionary. She hadn't gone long when she heard his husky voice. "Next time, watch where you're going."

She turned around and saw his figure disappearing down the hall before she could even retort. The only thing she was clear seeing was the spiky and messy mop of blonde hair.

Who's he?

Misaki decided to shrug away the thought and proceeded to the study. She gave a few knocks at the door in order to inform Patricia of her presence.

"Misaki?"

"Yes. It's me."

"Come in."

Cautiously, Misaki pushed the huge double doors open and revealed Patricia having her afternoon tea while looking out the huge window.

"What brought you here, dear?"

"I brought you some apples. I won them by the supermarket this morning," Misaki stated while grabbing the vacant seat as what Patricia ushered her to do.

"Why, thank you. You even took time just to bring me those apples."

"It's just a small way of thanking you for everything you've done."

"You do know there's no need for being so grateful anymore. You and Suzuna are like family now."

"I just want you to know how much you've changed our lives and how happy we are to meet you." Misaki felt tears welling up in her eyes between their talk. Patricia, seeing her cry, came closer and caged Misaki in her embrace.

"Shhh…now, now, there's nothing to cry for. I don't want to see you wasting your tears." She wiped the tears rolling down Misaki's cheeks and held her shoulders before looking into her eyes. "I wanted you to be happy for everything. Not cry your heart out. Now, give me that heartwarming smile of yours."

"I am happy. These are tears of joy," Misaki barely managed to say in between her soft sobs.

"It's just that I'm already tired of seeing my loved ones crying. First to cry is my son and now you. I'm sick of seeing tears."

Giving in to Patricia's request, Misaki let out a faint smile.

"Now that's more I like it. A smile suits your face. I would kill to see that smile on you every day. I would never forgive the person who would wipe that smile away. Tell me if ever someone makes you sad, I would make sure they'll never get to see sunlight again."

"That's scary, Patricia-san."

"It's for Misaki so it's worth it."

"Killing is a sin."

Patricia let out a laugh before continuing, "I know. You're still as innocent and kind as ever Misaki. That's the one thing I liked about you."

Misaki couldn't help but only smile at Patricia's comment. She stared at her thinking of how it would feel like if she was her mother. Of course, she'd never replace Minako, her Mom but she just wanted to imagine how her life would be if ever Patricia gave birth to her instead.

"Do you want to taste the apples? I'll get someone to cut them in your favorite form." She knew her well. She always wanted her apples to be cut in the shape of rabbits. It's how her Mom used to cut them when she was still alive. A short pang seeped into her at the memory of her mother creating a slight flinch from her but she immediately hid it away with a weak smile.

"I'd love to but I really need to go now. I'll be walking home and I promised to be back by five."

"Oh, I'll have Cedric drive you home."

"It's fine. I can manage."

"It's a long way back to your apartment. You might get caught up with the dark."

"I'll just have to walk faster then."

Patricia beamed at her and accompanied her to the doors. "You're still the same Misaki. I hope you never change."

"I won't."

"Goodbye, dear," Patricia bade and kissed both of Misaki's cheeks.

"Yes. Bye, Patricia-san."

"Be careful on your way home."

Misaki gave a small nod and walked on the hallways now being watchful of her surroundings after what happened a while ago. She carefully studied the expensive paintings hang on the wall until she passed on an open doorway.

"That's weird. No one ever leaves doors open in here."

With curiosity getting the best of her, Misaki checked the said room and saw the same man with blonde hair by the window.

Is he planning to jump?!

"Wait! NO! Don't do it!"

Takumi looked back and saw the raven-haired girl from before scurrying towards him.

What is she doing?

"No. Please don't jump. We're on the second floor. You might get yourself killed."

"What I'm doing is none of your business."

"But taking your life away is unforgivable in the eyes of God. It's as though you killed someone. He'll be sad."

"I already had enough with God's plans. He already took away my happiness so I'll make him feel sadness too. If you get what I mean."

"You're mean."

"So?"

"You don't even understand how life goes, do you?"

Takumi was taken aback by her sudden statement. Now, who was she to give him a lesson about life?

"And who are you to tell me that?"

"I may not know you or the problems you're undergoing now to even come to the point of mocking God but one thing I know is that you don't know what life is."

"Life is her."

"Huh?"

"My life is the one girl taken away from me."

"S-sorry. I-"

"So now you know how I'm feeling now leave."

"I can't just leave someone alone to die. That'll haunt me for life."

"Well bear with it."

"What?! NO! Look I know you're grieving and it hurts. I know because I've experienced losing people important to me before but your loved one passing away isn't an enough reason for you to also take your life. Dying is a means of saying that our mission here on Earth is finished and we can finally rest. It has a purpose. It doesn't just happen so that it can hurt anyone. It happens because it wants others to know that that someone is finally going to heaven. And what better way to face someone's death than to move on?"

"Moving on isn't as easy as you say it."

"I know. It took me three whole years to accept the fact that my parents died. Every night during those years, I cried myself to sleep. Who would blame me? I was just hurt. Eventually, I realized I still have a life to live and there are still people caring for me and so I decided to face everything. It wasn't long after that when I finally considered myself moved on."

Takumi was stunned at how open this girl was being to him. He doesn't even know her nor does she know him but she was sharing her life to him without doubts like they've know each other for more than just a span of minutes.

"Why are you saying all of that?"

"To make you realize how much of your life you'll be wasting once you jump off that window."

"You're weird," Takumi commented before pushing her aside and leaving her alone inside the room. He had nothing else to say. A stranger just lectured him about life and he felt like a fool upon realizing that everything she said made perfect sense. Why is it that no matter how his family tried telling him to stop committing suicide he would always not listen to them yet he felt like obeying the girl's words? Weird.

Misaki let out a sigh of relief when she fathomed that he got what she was saying. "Who is he anyway?"

I am proud with this story. I was actually planning on having Patricia dead yet I realized that that would not be good for Takumi's part considering his fiancé died. So I decided to let her live and somehow connect Misaki and Usui together. Did it turn out good? Bad? Average? Leave your comments by reviewing. It would be greatly appreciated. I'm striving to reach a hundred reviews with this one since. I hope you'll be kind enough to help me ;)

I can't believe I updated this just a few hours after I announced Girl Meets Boy completed. I feel so happy XD

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With much love,

Goddess-san :*