My first Maid Sama fic. I was just toying with the idea of a body swap and decided that I could no longer suppress the thought.

Please do let me know whether or not you liked the idea. This is just the prologue, a kind of testing chapter to see how well it works. If there are enough positive responses, I'll continue and update.

Carry on!

"Do you always have to be so annoying?" Misaki shook her bangs away from her eyes to glare at the cool, cocky boy who was nonchalantly folding his arms and leaning against the café wall.

"What have I done this time?" Usui remained expressionless but his lip managed to curl in spite of things; Misaki was too irresistibly cute when she was flustered like this. Amusedly, he watched her spin around to face him, hell flaring in her amber eyes.

"Don't you have any better work apart from hanging around inside Maid Latte every afternoon? You distract me to the point of insanity!"

"If I remember correctly, I was innocently passing by and happened to look in before you stomped outside and attacked me with your diatribe."

"Does it matter? You were planning on coming in anyway!"

"Hmm…no not really. But Misa if you wanted me to come in…" He flashed her a lazy smile. "All you had to do was ask."

"You're impossible!"

"That's just your way of saying I'm attractive."

On the floor above this particular argument, the three idiots group was precariously balancing a large number of boxes containing heavy goods. Shiroyan squirmed under the incessant weight of their burden.

"The Prez will be delighted that we're taking on this kind of responsibility, don't ya think?" He asked his friends.

"She has to be!" conceded Ikkun. "But I hope she's not angry with us to the extent that she won't accept our apology gift," he added with a hint of doubt.

Two days ago, the idiot trio had single-handedly managed to break a vast majority of Maid Latte's finest chinaware. The most bizarre result of this incident was the unexpected distortion of several other steel cooking utensils such as forks, spoons, and oddly enough, the chef's ladle and pan. Satsuki had been unconscious for more than an hour after everything had ended.

Kurotatsu made a sound of discomfort as he tried to find his centre of balance while being encumbered with three boxes. "But we're replacing everything we broke now. There's no way that Misa chan could still be upset with us."

"Yeah yeah!" agreed Shiroyan feeling heartened at his friend's logic. "So all we have to do is find Misa chan and show her how sincerely sorry we are!"

"These new dishes are pretty enough right? For the café?" questioned Ikkun.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK OF YOURSELF?" Misaki's voice burst out in front of the second floor's balcony.

"Oh boy, sounds like the Prez is already in a bad mood," Ikkun said slightly fearfully. He edged towards the balcony to peep down. Sure enough, Misaki was visible, animatedly pointing at Usui and roaring.

"I don't get why that guy annoys her that much. It's like he purposely does it."

"Careful Ikkun! We don't need any damages happening to our goods," warned Kurotatsu as he also stepped out onto the balcony.

"That's a bad idea! Both of you get back in here now!" Shiroyan commanded as he went to join them.

"Why do you get to tell us where to go, huh?" retorted Ikkun.

"Because everyone knows I'm the smartest."

"Ha, that qualifies as the joke of the century." Kurotatsu nudged him.

"Hey don't push! Can't you see I'm holding something heavy?" Shiroyan pushed him back. The force he had used caused Kurotatsu to fall against Ikkun.

"Idiot!" With a powerful shove, Ikkun sent his friend flying. He collided painfully against Shiroyan who slipped and lurched over the edge of the balcony. The box he was carrying fell from his hands.

"Shiroyan!" In surprise and terror for his comrade, Ikkun threw away the box he was holding to grab hold of Shiroyan's shirt, and succeeded in pulling him back up. However, their temporary joy vanished instantly as they realized what had just happened. They quickly bent over the edge of the balcony.

"It doesn't matter! The bottom line is that I hate you! I wouldn't have minded an alien like you f you hadn't been so perverted!"

"You're one to talk Misa. Sometimes I wonder if your obsession with girls has another reason."

"That's so rude of you! I ought to-"

Misa cut short when she realized something was falling at rapid speed-right over their heads. However, she didn't have time to identify what as the heavy object crashed over head. New shining chinaware disintegrated into pieces at her feet before she collapsed onto the ground.

"What the-?" Was all Usui managed before a second later, another box collided with his head. With a clang, a number of steel cooking wares fell out before Usui also hit the floor.

One floor above the disastrous scene, the idiot trio quickly ducked back into the safety of the balcony.

"Do you think the Prez will be angry at us?" Asked Kurotatsu.

"If she wakes up, then I think she definitely will be."

"At least there's one box remaining," said Ikkun in a voice that carried only a smidge of optimism. The three of them quickly ran downstairs.

Yeah, I thought the classic 'argument+ getting hit over the head with a heavy object' idea was the best way to go here.

Do review!