Ahoy-hoy!I know I said that the next chapter (this one) would be out soon... isn't 7 months soon? Anyway, apologies for not updating. I've focused solely on my A Levels and my June they will be out of my life forever! *fireworks etc* Here is the second part to Daddy's Girl.

Kaichou wa Maid-sama! does not belong to me.

Daddy's Girl II

Misaki yawned as she splashed some cold water onto her face. What have I done? Another splash, she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked exhausted, small purple rings were appearing underneath her amber coloured eyes – she looked much older than a seventeen-year-old schoolgirl.

She was awoken from her reverie as a group of first years entered the girls' bathroom, laughing and enjoying their Springtime of Youth. A first year, who looked a lot like a younger version of Misaki, primped herself in the mirror next to Misaki. Misaki looked the reflection of the girl in the mirror, the other girl turned and smiled at her before skipping off with her friends again.

Yesterday she had challenged the 'current' President, Usui Takumi, to an election for Presidency of Seika High School for not properly addressing the female question. Today was the day of the school festival, the school's annual opportunity to attract prospective students from local middle schools to choose Seika for their High School education. When Misaki arrived at the Seika, the atmosphere seemed relatively relaxed – almost as if nobody was concerned about getting as many prospective students to enrol at Seika as possible. She looked back at the school's last festival, which she had been in charge of. She fondly remembered going to see Sakura and the girls at the Maid café, and Usui being surprising helpful at helping various sports clubs attract middle schoolers.

After exiting the girls' bathroom, she bumped into Usui. "Oh! Sor—" she started.

"Ayuzawa-san," Usui said coolly.

"I take back that apology. You're not worth my time," Misaki replied, almost angrily.

Usui simply laughed, "Is that so? Well I must go, Ayuzawa-san."

Bite me.

She didn't know what it was about him now. The way he could be so smug and get away with it! Perhaps it was because they were rivals now, both wanted the power of Presidency, the only question now was how the victor would use the power bestowed to them.

Misaki decided to forget about that idiot and strode with confidence to the cafeteria, where she would unleash her secret weapon against Usui.

"Misaki!" Sakura called, skipping over to the brunette, "Is this okay?" she asked, indicating her baby pink maid costume laced with a pretty white. She gave Misaki a twirl.

"It looks great Sakura. And thank you for helping me," Misaki said with a smile.

"It isn't just me…" Sakura answered. She walked over towards a black curtain, threw it over the railing to reveal an army of female students dressed in maid uniform.

"We're all here to help!" they said in chorus. Misaki looked at them for a moment, stunned into silence — she had never felt this kind of benevolence from anyone before.

A tear rolled down Misaki's cheek, "I—Thank you, everyone."

"Don't thank us just yet. There's still a lot of work to be done if we want to beat Usui-san in the election," Shizuko added, wearing a scarlet coloured maid's outfit, clutching a clipboard she pushed her glasses up her nose.

"Shizuko?" Misaki said, in almost disbelief, "I didn't think you'd go this far. I mean I appreciate your help with my campaign but this is too—"

"Misaki, you are my friend and I would do anything to see you happy. We all would."

Misaki bowed slightly to Shizuko, "I just don't know what to say."

Shizuko clapped to get the attention of the troops, "Okay people. We've got about an hour before the middle schoolers start arriving so we need to get started now."

"Hey, Shizuko. Have you got a spare?" Misaki asked. For some reason she felt embarrassed, but she felt she had a duty to at least lend a hand after all the trouble the girls had gone to.

"I never thought you'd ask," Shizuko replied. She gestured for Sakura to come over with Misaki's uniform. Sakura handed her an imperial yellow maid outfit, a white undershirt with the usual accessories. After putting her uniform on, she was pleased to see all the girls working together towards Misaki's vision, a Seika that's better for the girls.

Amongst the sound of their chatter, the sound of frying noodles and bubbling saucepans filled the cafeteria. Shizuko was stood by some of the girls who had volunteered to cook; they wore aprons over their uniforms and shared jokes with one another as they cooked yakisoba. Behind the scenes, Sakura was managing the girls who had offered to prepare desserts for their customers. The sweet smell of summer fruits lingered in the air — a truly blissful female environment had been created.

Zero Hour had come. At first only a few middle schoolers dared to brave this strange new feature. With a little encouragement from Sakura, Misaki agreed to stand by the cafeteria entrance and try and entice customers into coming into the makeshift maid café by offering free samples of Strawberry Mochi. Of course, this Mochi was not made by Misaki.

"Mmm! This is delicious!" chirped a red headed girl after taking a bite of the Mochi.

"They look so cute!" another girl sang.

"Thank you very much," Misaki and Sakura said in chorus.

"Would you like to come inside, ladies? We have many more cute and delicious treats waiting inside for you," said Misaki.

Sakura bussed the group of girls into the main dining area, "Stay here Misaki. You're doing a really good job at bringing people in."

As time passed by, Misaki felt more at ease at essentially undergoing something she only felt comfortable doing at Maid Latte (and sometimes she didn't even feel comfortable then.) Her charming smile caught the eyes of many middle schoolers, girls and boys, and before long the café was brimming full of students wearing an array of different school uniforms.

After the last piece of Mochi had been taken, Misaki returned to the kitchen for a refill. She couldn't help but smile as she watched the other girls wait the tables; everything felt so at ease when a boy wasn't running the show. Once she returned to the welcome stand, she was greeted by her rival.

"Ayuzawa. I wish to speak with you," Usui said, clearly annoyed by the success of Misaki's maid café.

"Do you have a problem with me, Kaichou?" Misaki asked nonchalantly.

"What are you doing here anyway? It looks like some sort of weird maid café."

"It is. And some people like this sort of thing."

"Whatever. I wish to speak with you. Presidential candidate to Presidential candidate," he said gesturing for her to follow him.

Misaki's heart raced. What could this perverted-outer-space-alien want? Except was he really the perverted-outer-space-alien she had come know, and hell, even begun to love over the last few months? All these universe switches had made Misaki feel sceptical. Was any of this even real any more?

Usui took her into an empty classroom, Misaki stayed close to the door in case he tried to do some perverted-outer-space-alien thing on her.

"I think you know why I asked you here, Ayuzawa-san," he said whilst looking out of the window.

Cautiously, Misaki moved towards him, "I don't actually. I'm wide open."

"Okay. I'm offering to step down."

"Step down?"

"I can see how much this President thing means to you, so I'm going to drop out of the election tomorrow."

"I'm sorry could you say that again?" Misaki asked, with almost disbelief.

"You will be the Seika High Kaichou," Usui articulated slowly and loudly, like he was talking to someone who couldn't speak Japanese.

"I don't… What changed your mind?

"Dunno. I never really wanted it in the first place."

"I see."

"Yes."

"Well, thank you I suppose. I ought to get back to the café now, that Strawberry Mochi isn't going to hand itself out—"

"Wait, Ayuzawa!" Usui called as he pulled Misaki away from leaving the room. She froze. Her heart pounded at both the thrill of being alone with Usui and the fear of being harassed.

She turned to face him, their eyes locked, "You—perverted—" Usui put his index finger over Misaki's lips.

"Why did you go for a guy like Kurosaki? He's clearly no good for you…"

"And what are you saying? That you're perfect for me?"

Usui removed his finger and kissed Misaki. Although Misaki had kissed Usui many a time, and protested after he had done so, this kiss felt different. Her heart was finally letting Usui in, she'd locked it since the day he jumped off the school roof to retrieve the photograph for her and declared his feelings for her. She didn't mean to resist him for so long, she had these feelings, but she didn't know what to do with these feelings.

After the kiss she began to feel light headed, it became harder for her to breathe.

"Are you okay?" Usui asked with concern.

Misaki moved away from the window, she began stumbling around until she passed out, hitting her head on a nearby desk.