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Hello guys! I know I have another story in progress right now and I do intend to finish that. HWS is my first priority but this is a little side story that was playing in my head like a broken record -.-

A few things first though. Firstly, this was initially going to be a one shot but then I realised that it was entirely not possible .-. So its going to be 2 or 3 chapters long but no more. Secondly, this story will have VIOLENCE and DEATH so if you are not comfortable with that then do not read this story. Do not say that I didn't warn you.

Also, the fact about the operations in this story are most likely false. I made them up because I have no idea how the CIA works and how their operation go. So, I believe that it's mostly wrong. There are some different languages in this story- languages that I do not know so I might have gotten the translations a bit wrong. Thank you :)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MAID SAMA. DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU DO NOT LIKE VIOLENCE OR DEATH.


Misaki has been working with the CIA for over 4 years, quickly becoming one of the best agents they have ever had. But when a idiotically pervert alien stalker, who is also another CIA agent, enters the mix, the risks get higher and unexpected feelings arise. Could it be the end for Misaki? DISCLAIMER: HAS VIOLENCE AND DEATH. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE VIOLENCE OR DEATH.


The forest had become a labyrinth of snow and ice. Misaki had been monitoring the parameters of the thicket for an hour, her vantage point in the crook of the tree branch had been extremely useful. A gusing wind blew thick flurries of snow across the path below, sweeping away the Misaki's tracks, but buried along with them, any sign of life.

Misaki was comfortably lying on the thick branch, her slim body draped across it. Her sniper rifle came in handy as Misaki scanned the forest through the scope. The night vision scope helped Misaki see the ground below whilst the thick tree branches and leaves covered her body from curious eyes. Still looking through the lens, Misaki reached into her pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. Momentarily looking away from the scenery, Misaki scanned the note.

In the darkness, she could barely make out the words but she had already memorized them, burning them into her memory. A bunch of random letters scattered across the page for a normal person, but for a trained CIA professional, the note contained very classified intel. The date, time and location for a vital information trade.

Misaki was to meet with another CIA agent, who had been undercover for a few months, gathering info from a suspected illegal operation. The agent had siddled their way to the big boss in the short time span- something that had never been done by any agents who had accepted this case, only to give up when the big boss refused to let them in closer.

Misaki would be receiving the information gathered by the agent. The information that could potentially thwart a person that had been illegally manufacturing firearms and been dealing and receiving them out, a person who had slipped from the grasp of the CIA for over 2 years.

Misaki slipped the note back into her pocket and brushed her hand against her thigh, feeling safer when she felt the cool metal of her handgun. A rustling sounded above her and Misaki swiftly turned to face the sound, her hand reaching for the gun strapped to her thigh. After years of field experience, Misaki had learned the art of being silent, even when moving quickly on unstable ground. And therefore, there was no sound when Misaki turned on the spot, eyeing the branch above her. She tensed, her hand curling around the grip of the gun, ready to pull it out.

The rustle sounded again and a bird flapped out from the branches, disappearing into the sky. Misaki laughed to herself and relaxed, sagging against the branch, already turning back to her sniper rifle.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" A deep, masculine voice said from behind her. Before Misaki could even react, she was pinned on her front, her arms locked behind her back, stopping her from using them. A heavy weight settled on her back as two hands held her own in place. Misaki squirmed around, trying to dislodge whoever was holding her down.

She twisted her head to the side to meet startling emerald eyes and a sharp jawline. The assailant was curiously watching her, a dangerous predatory glint in his eyes. Misaki's own gaze hardened as she struggled harder, managing to loosen his grip on her. She then flipped them so he was on his back, Misaki sitting on top of him, the handgun she had quickly pulled out of its holder, pressed to his forehead. She was breathing hard, picking up every detail. The sound of birds screeching at the disruption, the sound of animals scattering and the wind whining. She also picked up the details of her assailant's face.

He had stunning emerald eyes and a sharp jawline. Beautiful full lips and a straight nose. His eyes bore into Misaki's as his hands folded behind his head, giving a sort of cushion for the back of it. The assailant seemed utterly relaxed for someone who had a gun aimed at his forehead. His whole body was tension free, ankles crossed. He made no attempt to remove the woman sitting on him, holding him at gunpoint.

Misaki's breathing was fast, adrenaline was still rushing through her body as her grip tightened on her gun. "Who are you?" She demanded, pushing the gun harder on his head.

The assailant chuckled. "You're quite impatient." He observed, his voice rich and deep. Misaki narrowed her eyes and reached over to release the safety on her gun. A click broke the delicate silence. She slowly reached back and placed a finger over the trigger. The assailant chuckled. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you." He said calmly, as if he wasn't even aware of the gun pointed to his head and the terrifying woman who was ready to rip a hole through it.

He opened his mouth and Misaki waited for him to speak. Her heart was beating fast as her breathing sped up. "But first," The man drew out instead. "Put your gun away."

"No." Misaki replied immediately. "Now, unless you want a hole in your head, I suggest you tell me who you are." She said intimidatingly, running out of patience. She had someone to meet. She had important information to collect and the man who she currently had at gunpoint was wasting her time. The assailant chuckled again and before Misaki knew it, her gun was ripped from her hand and thrown harmlessly to the ground below, the thud muffled by the snow.

Misaki gaped at him and slipped her hand quickly into his jacket, where she knew a gun was stored. She had seen the metal when she had flipped him.

As she reached for the handle, his hand came to wrap around hers, holding her hand in place on the grip of the gun. "Now, let's not get hasty here." He breathed as he flipped them so quickly that Misaki barely had a chance to breathe before she was pressed against the trunk of the tree.

The assailant leaned close so his lips were next to her ear. "I'm Takumi Usui. The man who's going to give you the information you so dearly need." He whispered before pulling back. He settled a few feet away from her on the same branch, sitting cross-legged on the branch, somehow managing to keep his balance and not falling off.

Misaki was breathing heavily, a blush on her cheeks. She tensed, ready to lunge at him and discolate some limbs.

"Prove it." She whispered. The assailant smirked and reached into his pocket. Instantly, Misaki grabbed her sniper rifle and pointed it at him. He chuckled. "Don't worry. I'm not getting a murder weapon. Unlike some people." Takumi pointed out.

The assailant pulled out a rubix cube keychain. Misaki's eyes widened at the sight of it. She had received the same keychain. This was how they were meant to identify each other. She balanced her gun on one hand and reached into her own pocket to pull out her keychain. Upon closer inspection, Misaki realised the designs were the same. Just how it should be.

She narrowed her eyes expectantly. Takumi sighed and broke apart the keychain, revealing the CIA logo inside. The raven- haired woman put her gun down and snapped her own cube in half to reveal the CIA logo within her own keychain.

"Now that we have that cleared up, Misaki and I have something very important to discuss!" Takumi stated in an adorable manner. Misaki blushed violently.

"Don't call me that!" She snapped, pressing as far into the tree trunk as she could. Takumi chuckled before his face turned serious.

"Here's the file." He said, reaching into another pocket and pulling out an envelope. "Everything I've found out so far is in here." He tapped the file. Misaki nodded seriously.

She reached out to grab it. Takumi pulled the file out of her grip before she could touch it. "Be careful Ayuzawa. This information took me months to get. Don't let it fall into the wrong hands." He warned her.

Misaki nodded. "I'm not stupid Usui." She deadpanned.

Takumi nodded and handed over the file to Misaki who instantly slipped it into the briefcase she had brought along with her. She pulled out the handcuffs that had been clipped onto her belt, clipping one end onto the briefcase and the other on her right wrist. Takumi nodded approvingly.

"Now, before we finish up here, I found some very disturbing information." Takumi said, suddenly serious. "Although it's all in that file, I'll warn you beforehand." Misaki nodded solemnly.

"They're planning a big operation. Bigger than the ones previous. Bringing in firearms so strong and dangerous that it could wipe out a mini city." Misaki's eyes widened.

"When?" She demanded.

"Soon. It's all in there Ayuzawa." Takumi tapped the briefcase. "Be careful." Misaki nodded.

"Well Ayuzawa." His happy demeanor was back. Takumi put his hands on his ankles and swayed side to side. "We're done here." He was like an overgrown child- a very talented and handsome overgrown child.

Misaki nodded and stood up, balancing on the branch. She opened up another case and put her rifle in there, closing it again. Takumi also stood up, shaking himself off.

"See you in 2 weeks Misa-chan." He winked at her and jumped off the branch, gracefully landing on his feet in the snow.

"Don't call me that!" Misaki yelled to his retreating back. He lifted a hand and waved to her over his shoulder, not looking back, his other hand stuffed in his pocket. Even walking away, he was the epitome of sexy.

2 weeks. 2 weeks until she had to meet him again for more info. 2 weeks and she had to meet that pervert again. Misaki groaned.


Misaki quickly walked through the slide through the doors of the main office, making her way to the top floor, where her boss was. She pushed through his office doors without knocking and plopped down on the seat opposite his desk.

"Well hello to you too." Tora Igarashi said as he leaned back in his seat, staring at the raven-haired beauty opposite him. Misaki and Tora were quite close so many of the formalities, such as knocking on doors and shaking hands, were skipped.

"I got the file." Misaki groaned tiredly. She uncuffed her sore wrist and rubbed it soothingly before putting the briefcase on the desk and sliding it over to Tora. "And some disturbing news."

Tora raised an eyebrow and dragged the case closer and pulled out a key from one of his drawers. He carefully took out the files and started to skim through them. Misaki looked over his shoulder.

Just then, the door slammed open again. Both heads snapped to the door. "Hey guys." Aoi Hyōdō greeted them with a lollipop in his mouth. He shut the door and walked over to where Misaki and Tora were standing, peering over Misaki's shoulder as she peered over Tora's shoulder as Tora gave an irritated sigh.

"Seriously, why does nobody knock?" Tora grumbled. He shifted the papers in his hand and carried on reading, accompanied by Aoi and Misaki. They read through the papers and their eyes widened. They were shocked at how much information was there.

"H-How did he get so much intel in a few months?!" Aoi stuttered, his eyes wide.

"What is he? An alien?!" Misaki exclaimed. She leaned back, causing Aoi to smack his chin on her shoulder. He grumbled, rubbing his chin and Misaki quickly apologised. Tora was also shocked, he placed the papers down on the table with trembling hands. One caught his eye and he lifted it up, paling instantly.

"Forget how fast he got the info, what we need to be worried about is this." He pointed to the page he was holding. Aoi and Misaki peered over his shoulders, looking at what Tora was pointing at. They both paled.

The page stated that a ginormous batch of firearms, bigger than any previous batches and 100 times more dangerous, would be shipped in within the next few months. There was enough ammo to destroy half of Chicago.

The three of them looked at each other in professional terror before they sprang into action.

"I'll get the President on the line." Aoi said as he strode out of the office hurriedly, pulling out a phone, his playfulness gone. He was in full professional mode now.

"I'll arrange the meeting with the Department of Defense and Homeland Security." Misaki announced as she too strode out the door, already talking on the phone.

Tora snapped up from his seat and whipped out a phone, dialing a number.


"Absolutely preposterous!" A man in a blue suit yelled. "That is a risk we are not willing to take!" The people seated around the table stared at him. His blue eyes scanned the occupants wildly.

Currently, 20 or so smartly dressed men and women were sitting around a table, discussing the newly found threat of the incoming firearms. And so far, they were getting absolutely nowhere.

Misaki massaged her temples, where a headache was beginning to form. Aoi gave her an empathetic look from across the table and discreetly offered her peppermint gum. She shook her head and smiled slightly.

"Well what do you propose!?" Another man shouted from the opposite end. "We are getting nowhere with this! No matter what we do, there is going to be a risk!"

"And I accept that! But the risk cannot be the people!" The man in the blue suit roared. He addressed the rest of the members present. "We are here for the protection of our country and its people. We cannot make rash decisions without proper information!"

"I see where you are going with this Michael, but I must say that I agree with John here." A woman piped up from her seat. "We cannot endanger the lives of our people. God knows how many casualties there will be." She said calmly, her hands folded delicately on the table. "We simply do not have enough information to make a rational move."

"I for one, agree with Michael." Another man spoke up. "It's now or never. We have to shut them down before the danger and risk multiplies." The woman shot him a look from the corner of her eye.

"Think about this now, Nathan." Another woman retorted. "Do you perceive how many people will die?" She emphasized the last word harshly. "It is our duty to think this through before we go ahead with anything."

"And what do we do if we are too late?!"

"We need more information before we make a decisive move."

"They are getting stronger everyday- even at this very moment, I bet you that their security is multiplying! They are continuously bulking up their defence while we have been arguing at this god forsaken table for the past two hours! We have done nothing! We are saving no one as we argue here! We need to take ACTION!" He said hysterically. "Before it is too late." He added. Because I bet you that we will be here in due time, reflecting on what we could've done instead of burying our heads in the SAND!" He didn't even pause to breathe. "And what will we say to the people?!'

"You musn't-"

"That we couldn't decide on a plan of action and the only viable option they have now is to grieve the loss of their family? That they can still put their trust in us, as their government, to protect them? After we failed to save them from a disaster we could've easily avoided?"

"Enough." Said Tora from his seat at the head of the table, his voice booming over everyone else's. "We are not children, we are grown adults. Arguing and yelling is not going to solve our problem." He said calmly, meeting everyone's eyes.

At once, the room descended into silence. Nathan cleared his throat and sat back down.

"This is certainly quite the dilemma." Tora said once again. "But we must remain calm. Remember that the lives of our people rest on our shoulders. We cannot afford to lose our civility."

Everyone murmured in agreement.

Misaki scanned the room as everyone processed Tora's word. She stood up and cleared her throat. "If I may," She looked at Tora who nodded. "I have an idea."


Misaki waited anxiously in the same spot she had been 2 weeks ago, her sniper rifle balanced on her lap as she leaned against the tree trunk. Apart from the occasional ruffles from the animals, there was still no sight of the blonde alien who was supposed to be meeting her here, also the blonde alien who ws 10 minutes late.

Another 10 minutes passed and there was still no sign of Takumi. Misaki sighed and reached for her phone, ready to call Tora and inform him that Takumi hadn't come to the rendezvous point.

Just as she turned on the phone screen, a thud landed a mere 2 feet away from Misaki on the same branch. Misaki's instincts kicked in before the logical part of her brain did. She dropped her phone and pointed the rifle at the assailant, her finger already on the trigger.

Misaki breathed out a sigh of relief when she realised who it was and her grip on her rifle loosened. It was the one and only blonde alien staring at her with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

"Hello Misa-chan!" He yipped happily as he sat cross legged across from Misaki.

"Don't call me that." Misaki groaned tiredly. She dropped her gun next to her and leaned forward cautiously.

"You're late." She deadpanned, glaring at Takumi. Takumi simply smirked and leaned close until there was a breath's space left between them. This resulted in Misaki blushing deeply before sharply jerking back.

"Au contraire, mi amor," He said, effortlessly switching languages. He leaned closer.

"Ero qui in orario." Takumi drew in perfect Italian, challenging Misaki with his eyes. A fire ignited in the raven haired beauties' eyes.

"No, tú no llegaste a tiempo." Misaki responded, seamlessly switching it up. She smirked and Takumi's eyes widened. His lips quirked up.

"Eu cheguei na hora, na verdade. Eu estava observando você." Takumi said simply, leaning back with a self-satisfied expression.

Misaki mouth gaped open. "You what?!" She yelled, being careful not to be too loud. "You were watching me, you pervert?!"

"No no, I was observing you." Takumi announced and looked at Misaki as if she had grown two heads. "There is a difference, mi amor."

"Don't call me that!" Misaki said, ready to strangle him. "How long have you been watching me?!"

"How long have you been waiting for me?" Takumi retorted, leaning forward once more as he scooted closer to Misaki.

"20 minutes." Misaki answered, pressing her back against the tree.

"Then, I have been observing you for 20 minutes." The blonde haired assailant concluded innocently with puppy dog eyes. Misaki couldn't help the dumbfounded expression on her face.

"And I didn't realise?" She questioned, like she was confused that he had managed to sneak up on her.

"Sí." Takumi said, leaning so close that there was barely any space between them. Misaki looked like a tomato by that time. "You didn't realise." He said, just as Misaki pushed him away from her.

"Whatever," Misaki said, trying to sound unaffected by his close proximity. However, she was affected that he had managed to slip past her defences without her realising, especially when she was one of the best agents the CIA had.

"Did you find out anything else?" Misaki asked seriously. Takumi nodded.

"Yes." He handed another file to her which Misaki dutifully put into the briefcase she had handcuffed to her wrist. "All in there." He tapped the briefcase. Misaki nodded.

"Now then, what are we going to do about the newly found firearms problem we have?" Takumi inquired.

Misaki sighed heavily. "There was much debate- argument I should say really. No one could decide on what to do. Everyone was yelling but professionally of course." She leaned her head back against the tree and closed her eyes, failing to notice the sharp emerald eyes following her every move.

"But, in the end, after Tora regained control, we decided that we are going to shut down the operation in 2 months, just before they are due to receive the firearms."

"How?"

"SWAT, Air force, EOD- you name it and we got it." Misaki said tiredly, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "It's going to be a wreck." Misaki said with her eyes still closed. Takumi stared at her curiously.

"No negotiation?" He asked quietly. Misaki nodded.

"We are going to try to negotiate. But I have a feeling that it won't work."

Takumi nodded even though Misaki couldn't see. "How did you reach this conclusion?" Takumi whispered. He almost didn't want to break the quiet, serene atmosphere they had created, even though they were talking about something that could gravely impact people's lives.

Misaki sighed and opened her eyes tiredly. "I proposed an idea of collecting information whilst strategically positioning our forces in an undetectable manner around the building. Espionage. In that way, if something were to happen to our link, which is you, we'd still have a backup method of collecting information. Also, we can storm the joint at any given moment with our forces stationed around..." She trailed off.

"Airtight, no holes. Total defence." Takumi observed, processing the information. "Why did you tell me?"

"What do you mean?" Misaki asked, blinking one eye open and looking at him.

"For all you know, I could go back right now and tell the big boss about your plan." The blonde haired assailant declared. "Ruin your hard work."

Misaki chuckled. "Tora trusts you. He was the one who told me to inform you so you can escape before we strike." Takumi raised an eyebrow.

"And you trust Tora?"

"With my life." Misaki answered, without hesitation. Takumi noted her loyalty towards Tora.

"If it was up to me, I'd never have told you. I've met you twice, you perverted alien. I wouldn't have told you jack."

Takumi chuckled and leaned closer to Misaki, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Perverted alien?" He smiled. "How am I a perverted alien, exactly?"

"Is that all you got out of that sentence?"

"That's all I care about." He corrected.

Miski rolled her eyes and sat up. "Well, you got that information at an inhumanly fast rate. We've had agents working on this case for months and some even up to a year and no dice. Somehow, you managed to do it in a few months without arousing suspicion. Hence the term 'alien'. Secondly," Misaki said, staring into his jade orbs.

"You were creepily watching me for 20 minutes. And hence the term 'perverted'."

Takumi was shocked. "Well then, I guess I do deserve that name." Misaki nodded in agreement.

"But, I wasn't watching you, I was observing you. There is a difference, mi amor." He chuckled. Misaki simply ignored him.

"However, I have to live up to that 'perverted' part of my name." He said melodramatically, placing a hand on his heart as if Misaki had mortally wounded him.

"What do you mean, you perverted alien stalker?" Misaki said, beside herself. She was curious about what he was talking about, even though she knew it was a bad idea.

"How about I show you instead?" Takumi said. He slowly leaned closer to Misaki who scooted backwards and pressed herself against the tree trunk.

"W-What are you doing?!" Takumi simply ignored her and leaned even closer, caging her in with his arms on either side of her head.

"Proving." Takumi's head dipped to Misaki's jaw as his lips lightly brushed her jawline. Misaki gasped and tried to push him away to no avail. His lips were as light as a feather when they dragged to Misaki's chin before moving downwards. Misaki's hands pushed harder against Takumi's shoulders.

Takumi moved his head to the side of Misaki's neck and dragged his lips down to her shoulder, where he rested his head, eyes closed.

"Did that prove your point?" He asked, evenly. Misaki growled and pushed him away roughly. He landed harshly on the branch with a thud.

"What the hell was that for?!" She yelled, pushing herself further into the tree.

Takumi smirked. "I was proving my point Misa-chan. You should never lie-" Takumi stopped mid sentence when he caught sight of her face. She was flushed red, eyes wide and she tried to make herself disappear into the tree trunk.

"Misaki?" He asked cautiously, inching forward.

"Don't come near me!" She hissed, grabbing the briefcase and rifle.

"Misaki-" Takumi started. "It's not that big of a deal-"

"Maybe not to you." Misaki said. She stopped her movements momentarily and took a deep breath, collecting herself. "But it was a big deal to me." She finished quietly, jumping down with the agility of a cat, landing on the ground without a single leaf distrubed.

Takumi leaned over the branch and watched her sprint away, wondering what on earth he had done wrong.


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