Heave-Ho! [KWMS|USUIxMISA] [Draft]
Disclaimer: I do not own Kaicho wa Maid-sama!
Summary: When the tide is high, along with the roaring wind, and blazing sun… the push and pull of the waves are so much fun, that you would just want to lie and be taken in the flow. Usui disagrees, but Misaki ignored him. He’s just an outerspace alien, right?
- X -
“Uwaaaaa.” Misaki released a huge moan of relief as she stretches her arms up in the air. She reached up and posed her hands as if she was cupping the sun.
“It's a nice weather, we're having, right Usui?” Misaki asked cheerfully towards to her rival, and most hated enemy. -well, not really. But she'd like to think that way, even though the rapid beat of her heart when he's near says otherwise. - “The sun, most especially.” She said, and then added in her mind, 'The same color of my undies.'
“Hn.” Usui agreed, with his deviously looking slit eyes and smile, “The same color as your undies.”
“HUH?!” Misaki whipped her head back to Usui, blushing hard, sputtered “H-How the hell did yo- I mean, no it's NOT!”
“Hehehe.”
Misaki rubbed her forehead with her thumb and forefinger, ‘This isn’t going anywhere.’, and “So, what are we standing here for? Let’s get change right away!” she pumped her hands in the air and started walking to a nearby changing room, when she noticed that Usui hadn’t followed her, she looked back.
…And regretted that she did.
Usui was in the middle of taking off his shirt, her jaw slackened and she was speechless, “W-What th-” she managed to sputtered before Usui looked at her way, half-naked and all.
“Not changing yet?” His eyebrow rose a bit, and he let out an ominous chuckle with his snake-like iris. “’Let’s get change right away!’ you said. But still have to get started. Here… let me help you… undress… Hehe.”
“NOOOOOO!” With that Misaki run the fastest in her life towards the changing stall, slammed it, locked it, and jammed her bag in it. “S-Stupid perverted alien!” she gasped, out of breath.
Back to Usui, “Pres is much fun…Heh.” he laughed a bit, and then went back to the car, taking out the big umbrella, lunch basket, and all the necessities…
‘This whole trip is going to be amusing…’
- X -
The popularly-proclaimed Demon President crossed her arms as her hands grab the hem of her shirt -stopping her breath a bit- she lifted it and shrugged it off, -shaking her head a bit, to let her hair fall into natural form- and then stepped out of her skirt.
Looking at the mirror, she grimaced at bit while blood rushed into her cheeks, “That’s Usui…” she muttered, spinning a bit and looking at her back side. “…how did he know?” -Her undies were the same as the bright yellow of the sun.
Now, she shook her head… not because of her hair this time, but because of the alien intruding in her mind, and messing up with her body’s chemistry. -As she feels a bit warm.
‘Ugh. Whatever, time to dress… because he might barge in and help me dress…’ She smiled a bit at the thought, until her better judgment came in and she banged her head in the door. ‘Bad thoughts Misaki… very very BAD thoughts…’
Rubbing her slightly aching forehead, ‘Go to think of something else like…’ her hands went to her back, on the lock of her bra, ‘Well, okay, I’ll start on why am I got roped with Usui to this place…’ with a bit struggle she managed to unbuckle it with a…
CLICK!
- X -
“Mi~sa~chaaan~!”
Taking a break from the Café, Misaki wipes her forehead with her back of her hand, “Huh… Manager?” She blinked at the ever-young and ever-excitable employer of hers, “I-I’m here at the back.” She called her out, and almost cursed herself, ‘I sound… horrible.” She grimaced.
“Misa-chan?” The manager asked her, and Misaki looked up, “Are you okay? You sound really really tired.” Her kind employer looked at her with concern.
“I’ll be fine…” She brushed the concern and tried to stand up, and ended up slipping and landed on her butt. “Ugh.”
Satsuki placed her hands on her waist and frowns at Misaki, “You better rest, work is not that important!” And then she paused in her charade, “Thinking about it…” she pulled something in her pocket and proceeds to give it to Misaki.
“W-What’s this?” Misa-chan blinked, and quite surprised and still not used to the 360 degrees personality change of her Manager.
Satsuki grinned, “Tickets.” She simply said, and proceeds to make her way back to the work area.
“F-For what?!” Misaki shouted after Satsuki.
“For the beach!”
‘For the… what?’ Now, she was just plainly stunned.
“The beach… huh. It seems not that bad.”
- X -
‘Oh I’ll gladly eat my words. It is BAD! Unquestionably, and undeniably BAD. Oh why the hell am I stuck with the perverted outerspace alien? Not a minute that I step on the sand, he started harassing me again. Ugh.’ Misaki paused in rummaging in her bag, searching for her swimsuit. ‘…And how did I fall for the ‘let’s go together’ trap like that?’
She rested her naked back on the door and sighs, “Usui…” she bit her lip, and when her mind caught up with her betraying thoughts she slapped her forehead, almost hoping that her thoughts about Usui would be shaken out.
She was really naïve to fall for that trap. Erika-san, Honoka-san, Subaru-san and Manager-san really caught her. Earlier when she heard that Erika-san and Honoka-san was sick… she was sympathetic. But when she heard that the Manager, and Subaru-san was busy and can’t go… --But she never heard anything on why Aoi-san didn’t come.
…she caught up, and by then, it was too late. She was left alone with Usui, Satsuki’s car, and the beach necessities. She couldn’t let the food she made gone to waste… so yea, she had to go…
…is that an excuse? Maybe, or maybe not.
- X -
Usui was bored. Very very bored. There was no Misaki to play with, and with that, he was left alone to his own thoughts. Misaki was a good distraction. She can slice into his thoughts like she was cutting tofu. She can distract him enough to forget who he was.
Studying, doing sports, almost everything else… he had done it, in order to distract him. But none of those are doing any good right now. He was in the verge of snapping until he noticed Misaki. He smirked, and then knocked on the door of the stall, “Still alive?” and he received no response, ‘Acting tough? Heh.’ “Should I help you dress in there?”
As expected he received a quick response…
“NO! GO AWAY BAKA USUI! I’m the middle of-IYAAAAAAHHH!”
In alarm, he stood up from resting his back on the door and knocked on the door, “Pres?” when got no answer, he tried to forced the door open, and repeatedly slam on the door, he almost got it open. Almost.
Misaki cut through his thoughts with a nervous voice “N-No, don’t break the door! I’m fine! It’s just that…” and then the rest was left unheard in the door between them. Usui raised his brows in confusion, and then sighs, ‘Well, I’ll just set the umbrella up… a pity that I couldn’t tease her conservative swimsuit. Heh.’
…well, he’s in a surprise.
- X -
Half naked Misaki lifted the article in her hands up to her eye level, hoping she isn’t seeing things -and gone crazy- but lo and behold, it didn’t change. She shook her head and threw that single article where it came from and tried to rummage through her bag again.
The result of her search was nothing. Well, not exactly… what she found was another piece of article and it’s not what she saw earlier. She lifted it up and scrutinized it, raising her brows, she searched for the other pair, and then she too, lifted it up and looked at it closely.
It’s a pair: Same design, same color motif, and same pattern of floral.
She looked at her bag, the one she repeatedly searched for the past 15 minutes. Then she looked back in the items held in front of her face.
She looked at her bag again.
She looked at the cruel reality that was held in her hands.
Back at the useless bag, and then something clicked in her mind…
‘ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOMG!’
- X -
“AAAAAAOOOOOIIIII-CHAAAAAAAN!!”
Surprised with that sudden outburst of voice from the changing room, Usui almost let go of the heavy umbrella he oh-so planting on the slippery sand.
Struggling with the umbrella some more, before he secured it… and wipes the sweat off his forehead. ‘What was THAT?’
UNFINISHED
Date Created: May 21, 2010