Okay! So, I wanted to write this Kaichou fanfic... so I did. This is an AU, which is unusually for Kaichou, but it was the only way this idea would work. Hope you like it! Btw, I've never really written a fanfiction like this, so sorry if it doesn't meet your standards.

OH, and happy Father's Day!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kaichou Wa Maid-Sama

Misaki's P.O.V

"Misa-chan! Where are youuuu?" Manager asked while dancing around all over the place, moe flowers erupting all around her.

"I'm back here, Manager," I called. "In the changing rooms." I quickly changed out of my maid uniform, and then joined her out in the kitchen. "What do you need?"

"Misa-chan, it's terrible," Manager said while crying. Wait, wasn't she dancing around the place two seconds ago? "Aoi, h-he left without his lunch. NOW HE'S GOING TO STARVE TO DEATH!"

"I'm sure he'll be okay. He has money on him; he can buy something," I said logically.

She, however, completely ignored me. "So, I need you to do me a personal favor, and take this down to him. I've written down the address for you. Okay? Okay!" She bounced off without waiting for my reply.

"M-Manger?" Of course, she ignored me. "Wait, I have homework to do!" Sighing, I looked down at the bento box, back up to where she was waltzing around the place, and then at the door.

Of course I would have to take it to him.

The walk to wherever I had to go was rather long, yet I didn't mind that much. It was a beautiful day; the skies were clear, and the only clouds were small and wispy. Neither too hot, nor too cold.

The building Manager had written down was huge- it looked like it would never end. A sign said that it was called 'Modeling Agency' What on Earth was Aoi doing here?

I timidly walked inside, gripping the edge of my shirt with one hand in order to steady myself. The inside was just as intimidating as the outside, with its high class furniture and spacious design. I walked up to the front lady's desk, my legs feeling like jelly, and said as politely as I could, "Um, is Aoi here?"

She continued typing away, not bothering to look up. Her brown hair was up in a classy bun, her black, beady eyes refusing to look away from the screen. "Is-?" I started, but she cut me off rudely.

"I heard what you said the first time. Now, I don't care if you're Aoi's Number One Fan, or whatever, but I'm not allowed to send you up without an appointment." Wow, she even had a snobby voice.

"I'm not a fan. I'm a friend, here with his- I mean, her lunch," I said, growing angry. Uh-oh... the Inner Demon was about to be released.

"As if I had heard that one before," she said with a light, delicate snort, if that's even possible.

"No, I'm being serious! I reall-"

"Anything wrong here?" A voice behind me asked. I turned around to see a man, around my age, with light, golden hair, and piercing emerald eyes. No way that he was fully Japanese... maybe he was half Britain?

Oh, and he was hot. Really hot.

Not that I cared, or anything.

"No, nothing, Usui-sama." Sama? This man must be important. "This person is trying to sneak her way upstairs." The man smirked, and I almost blushed.

It was weird how I am oddly attracted to him. I've always hated men, ever since I was ten, when my father ran away, leaving my family with bone-crushing debt. My mother was sickly, so I often had to take care of her while balancing a job to help pay to bills. The irony of it all is that I work at a Maid Cafe, where you cosplay, obviously, and serve men. It was a nice place- the people, including Manager, are kind, and I get a pretty good paycheck. So, I stayed.

His arm suddenly found it's way around my waist. "I must have forgotten to tell you, Fujimi-san, but she's expected. Last minute appointment, set up personally with myself." I nodded my head, trying my hardest to look familiar with the story.

"B-But..." The women looked shocked. "She was looking for Aoi-chan, not you."

"Because our appointment regards her, of course," the man, Usui, lied smoothly. I must remember to be cautious around him; he's too good of a liar. "We'll be going upstairs." He led me to the elevator, which was, thankfully, empty. As soon as the doors closed, I quickly maneuvered out of his reach, making him look generally surprised.

"Thank you for all your help," I said with a quick bow. "But I don't need anymore."

"Really?" Now he looked generally amused. "Do you have any idea where Aoi is?"

"A-Ah, ehem..." I stuttered out, blushing. "It's okay, I'll find him- I mean her! I meant her!"

"Don't worry, I know she's a he." Now I was actually shocked. Aoi never tells anyone is secret; he's too afraid that it'll get out.

"How did you know?"

"I'm a designer; I can tell things like this."

"You're a designer?! But, you're so young!" I said in my surprise. His jaw dropped for about two seconds, before he quickly but on a poker face.

"You don't know who I am?"

"Am I supposed to?" The doors suddenly opened onto Floor 10. "This is my floor," he said. "And, I suggest you come with me, because Aoi is up here, too." I opened my mouth, to say something rude, but then thought better of it, and followed him out.

Huddles of women and staff workers were running around all over the place; it was complete chaos. Shouts, screams, yells, every possible loud noise was being made. Made-up artists were applying so on the models, while several where undressing. "Isn't it beautiful?" Usui asked happily. "I'll go find Aoi for you. You just wait here."

As he ran off, I shifted uncomfortably. I could feel the glares from all around me, and it was pretty easy to tell that I stood out, with my boyish clothing, and not-so-perfect body. I was still fidgeting when a pretty women approached me.

She easily towered me- probably because she was on heels, go figure- and her face had light make-up on. She had golden blonde hair, that looked like it had been dyed, and clear blue eyes, probably contacts. "Who are you to Takumi-sama?" She demanded angrily.

"Eh?" Is that what all this glaring was about?

"I said, what are you to Takumi-sama." Wow, is everyone in this building completely rude?

"I'm nothing. I just happened to see him in the elevator, nothing more."

"You're lying. How dare you lie to me, of all people." Am I supposed to know these people, or something? Why does everyone act like they are famous.

"Who are you?" The studio fell silent, as if everyone was shocked. Now everyone was watching us.

"How do you not know me, Minori Kyoto? I'm, like, a famous model." Okay, so maybe everyone here is famous. But, to my defense, I don't keep too much with the latest trends. I need to study, work, take care of my mother, and go to college. I barely have time for my friends, let alone keep up with the latest trends!

"Well, sorry, but I-" Suddenly someone stumbled into me, causing me to crash into Ms. Minori Kyoto.

Moe Moe Omelette Rice and Chocolate Parfait exploded out of their containers, spilling all over her lovely, sky blue dress.

"What. Have. You. DONE?!" She roared. Whispers began, as well as pointing and laughter.

"Well, sorry, but it was an accident." I was seriously getting annoyed of these people's hung-up personalities.

"Do you understand what you just did?" Minori hissed. "This is my first time ever modeling for Usui Takumi, and you just ruined my chance!" She grabbed the edge of my shirt. "Do you have any idea how hard I worked for this? I doubt that you could even begin to imagine the work put into this... this was my dream!"

"Kyoto-san, calm down," a small girl whispered. She was pretty, with pinkish-brownish hair, and matching eyes.

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down, Sakura," she roared, and the girl flinched. I feel bad for her.

"What's going on here?" It appears that Usui was back, Aoi following him in a red loli dress.

Minori raced over to Usui, and then grabbed his shirt. "Look... look at what she did to me!"

"It was an accident!" I protested. Aoi watched over to my side, looking worried.

"What are you doing here, Misaki?" He asked.

"Manager sent me to give you lunch. Then someone crashed into me, making me spill it all over that girl," I tried explain, feeling helpless.

I hate it when I feel helpless.

Usui calmly took Minori's hands, and pushed her away. He then walked over to me, and studied me for a long time. I looked down, expecting a yelling, or some big scandal.

"How old are you?"

I wasn't expecting that.

"Um, 21."

"Height?"

"5'7 and a half," I replied back, quietly.

"Close enough," Usui said with a smirk and a shrug. "Congrats."

"Excuse me, but what?"

"You're going to model for me."

It was so quiet, you could here a pin drop. I stared at him in shock, trying to comprehend what he just said. "Y-You want me to model?" Those words seemed to break the spell, and a series of protests began. The girl, Sakura, looked at my in sympathy.

Usui raised his hand, and silence immediately fell. "Yes, and you are going to model for me."

"B-But-"

"No buts, unless you have 60,000 Yen to pay me back." He extended his hand out. "But, judging by the state of your clothing, you wouldn't have that much." I blushed furiously, trying to find a way out of this.

"Modeling? Can't I do something else?" I pleaded.

"Why? Don't girls love to model?"

"Not me. And... and, I'm not model material," I said pathetically. "And, I'm busy. I have a job, and I have to go to college and study, and take care of my mother and sister..."

"Quite your job."

"She can't do that!" That was Aoi. He blushed furiously. "I mean... she loves it there, she wouldn't do that."

"I'm sure I can triple whatever your income is right now. It must not be easy having to work so hard... this should help pay for the university, right? And, help your mother, or whatever?" Usui reasoned.

"B-But-"

"Otherwise... you'll be in my debt."

Those were the right words to push me.

"I'll do it," I said loudly, and Usui smirked. The models all around us looked outraged. Sakura and Aoi looked shocked, and Aoi whispered quietly, "Are you sure you are okay with this?" I nodded my head grimly.

"What's your name?" Usui asked.

"Misaki Ayuzawa," I replied, sounding much more confident that I felt.

"Well, Misaki... welcome to the business," Usui said, smirk widening. Somehow I had a feeling I'd be seeing a lot more of hat smirk...

Okay, end of chapter one! This is kind of a prologue, so that's why it's so short.

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