Misaki Ayuzawa has never been scared of boys. Mostly she sacred them. Not this time. The rest of the girls were huddled safely in the cabin. Misaki had to use the bathroom and she just had to go alone. She came out of the bathroom only to find the place surrounded by boys. Yes, boys. Those stinky, immature, nasty creatures, named boys. It was a short run back to the cabin's safe protecting fire. Easy right? Apparently not. Misaki immanently guessed they'd catch a few girls. They must have been driven crazy by being locked up for two days straight since the rain wont let up and we cant continue our field trip. And we needed this field trip so
Frustrations Pour Out by Autumn-m-Jolene, literature
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Frustrations Pour Out
Misaki didn't know what to do. So she ran. Cars honked, people shouted at her but yet she ran. The heavy burden on her heart was too heavy. Her mind seemed fuzzy along with her vision. Next thing she knew she was in an elevator. The ding noise sounded telling her she was on the floor. Stumbling down the hallway she felt something roll down her cheek. Touching her cheek Misaki felt her tears silently roll down. Breathing deep her legs screamed from all the running. With her back against the wall she looked at the door across from her. Misaki never really had been afraid to knock on that door but now that's all changed. Before it had always bee
Forever And For Always by Xx-Love-NOT-War-xX, literature
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Forever And For Always
Little footsteps could be heard as a pair of little shoes walked across barely stabilized wooden floors. Hints of bright light illuminated through cracks of a broken door, concealing a musical tune.
Curiosity seeped through a little girl’s mind as she got closer to the door. She opened it slowly with caution, not wanting to take away the tune that filled her ears with wonder and delight. However, it was too late as the music came to a sudden stop.
Now fully within the abandoned room, she searched wondrously in hopes of discovering the beautiful tune. After minutes and still no success, she was about to leave the room. She was surprise
"Come on."
"No."
"You know you want to."
"Damnit I said no! I don't have time for this!" A hand grabbed her waist softly as a soft pair of lips grazed her neck stopping the busy Misaki in her tracks. His large hands squeezed her waist dominantly, not enough to cause pain, but enough to make a point. He let his nose slide up and down the nape of her neck smirking as the light teasing of his skin and cool breath on the back of her neck made her shiver. She blushed as she looked straight to the kitchen floor.
"Usui…" she started desperate to hide her blushing face and the slight pleasure in her voice. He hummed against her neck and sm
"Just because you know where I work doesn't mean you can follow me around like a perverted lost puppy you asshole!!" Misaki yelled at the blonde man following her. He smirked at her flustered face as she was in front of her locker getting ready to change. She blushed madly, as she was about to start stripping if she hadn't seen her companion stroll in with her as well. Usui smiled watching her scream at him. How he longed to see that cute face every day. He walked over to her despite her protests and pinned her to the chilling steel wall of lockers behind her clanging was heard softly letting it echo through the lonely changing space.
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Attention - Chapter One
It was the usual rush-hour at Maid-Latte. The Maids were going from one place to another as they were continuously greeting, taking orders or serving their beloved "Masters". Well, except for none other than Usui Takumi who was working as a replacement cook for the Café.
However, today was more busy than normal. The Maids were hosting yet another one of their famous Cosplay events. Today the Maids were the "Moe-Moe Bunny Hoppers". The event was obviously created by the 30 year-old Manager who happens to love anything and everything Moe.
All of the Maids adored the idea of dressing up as cute little bunnies. However, the "Demon Presid
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Different Worlds
"I've been out on the ocean,
Sailing alone, traveling nowhere.
You've been running on hard ground.
With just you around,
Your heart beats the only sound."
Takumi Usui stared out in to the open and endless sea. Expressionless, he looked at nothing in particular. His mind was blank with only one face in mind.
"Ayuzawa " Usui whispered her name in a tone that clearly showed absent longing.
The boat rose and fell with each and every passing wave. England was still in the distance, becoming smaller by each passing moment until it was replaced as nothing at all.
It has almost been three months since he last saw her gorgeous face. He m
Ayuzawa Misaki's eyes fixed on the road ahead; pure determination was painted on her smirking visage. Both of her small legs were planted on both sides of the bike, now without training-wheels.
"You promise you won't let go, Daddy?" Little Misaki asked, fear spreading in her expression at the thought.
Mr. Ayuzawa was right behind her, an encouraging smile, bright and full love. He took both handle bars in his much bigger palms as he began to push the small bike with very little force.
"I promise." He said, smiling lightly.
Misaki smiled up at her father, thanking him silently. Looking forward, preparing herself for what is to come. She be
The cold December air bit at Usui Takumi's hands. (Why wasn't he wearing gloves? Who knew.)
He didn't want to be here. Not at a stupid high-school reunion. He had better things to do. He even had a person that needed an operation on tomorrow.
Why was he even here? Why did he force himself to come?
He knew the answers, however.
Her.
Misaki Ayuzawa.
The so called 'Bastard-Child' of the Ayuzawa corporation, a company that was based all over the world, but mainly in Britain. She was the head now, seeing as her father, grandfather, and brother had all passed on.
It was three years since she had left. She had no choice, he knew that. But why