Two figures stood at the open doors of a wide room, with their eyes fixated on a red king-sized bed at its center, where Chika burried her face into a large and wide pillow that she held in her arms, all with the goal of hiding away from the world. One was a tall and aged man, with pulled back grey hair, a moustache and glasses, in the clothes of a typical butler, with the exception of not wearing a jacket, whilst the other was a girl of Chika's height and around her age, with light brown hair kept in a loose braid, with bangs covering her forehead with two longder side bangs framing her face, and light reddish coloured eyes, and despite wearing a white apron akin to that of maids, also wore formal pants and a white shirt with its sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

"What's up with her today?" The maid asked. "I know midterms are weeks away but not even I'm that-"

"Oh the horror!" The butler exclaimed in a more than obvious dramatical tone. "Once again, Chika-sama's heart is turned to scraps, shred to strips, smashed to bits, then tossed into the broiler and the grill, stepped on by the vile paws of destiny, crushed under the evils of other females and slashed to unequal parts by the words that young man wields like a beautifully-crafted katana, like an apathetic ronin that waltz through the land!"

"...the hell is wrong with you, you old aged man?"

"A-aged?! I'll have you know I'm at the ripe age of fifty three, thank you very much! That is only worthy of the old tag, not the aged one! I'm a well perserved silver fox!"

"Hai hai hai, you're running your tongue over something that doesn't matter to anyone. Also, broiler into the grill? Do you even know how to cook?"

"I'm not part of the kitchen staff so why would I need to know how to? I know how to make delightful tea, thanks to those years I spent living on the beautiful land of-"

"Who cares? Get the hint and shut up!" The maid commanded, slamming her foot down on the man's right foot, and then leaving him to suffer by himself as she walked up to the bed and sat down. "Yo, Hime-chan. What got you like this today? Midterms? I feel you, none of the skanks in my class knows how to do science properly so my best bet is using the internet."

"Damn you and your strong feet, Ryougi Yukiko..." The butler muttered as he hopped his way up to the bed with his one non-hurt foot.

"My feet aren't the only thing capable of putting pain on you, old aged man. I could open a window and you'd catch a cold that'd throw you into a coffin in two seconds." Yukiko scoffed.

"I'm not that old! And like I spoke in my amazing-"

"Overdramatic."

"Amazing! Conceptual explanation of Chika-sama's heart, this is no pain caused by tests of any of the sort, this is pain caused by none other than... A boy!"

"Oh shit, a dude hit you? Alright, name the bastard and I'll open the window that'll kill Drama-san over here with his head."

"No! Why is it always the violence with you? No young man has hurt her physically, it has hurt her emotionally!"

"You can hurt someone on the inside by hurting them on the outside. Have you never watched boxing before? Name the bastard who decided to ditch his life."

"That's not what I- Moving on! This certain boy has a name we shall never know, because even after months and months of loving him, Chika-sama is yet to reveal his name! I know how he looks and acts off the many times she has described him, but I am yet to know his name! That mysterious name! That name surrounded in the mist of the unknown!"

"...You're from Europe, right?" Yukiko asked.

"Born and raised until I legally became an adult in the beautiful city of London, and then I came here to Japan to become the finest of butlers!"

"That explains alot. Can you go back to do whatever you do in this house instead of being an eyesore?"

"I- In fifty three years, I have never met such a rascal of a young girl such as yourself, Ryougi Yukiko! I, Ryuuen Ichiryusai Shigekuni Kamiyama Moriarty, swear that statement with my life!"

"Reviting." Yukiko deadpanned. "Wait, did you say your last name in last? Holy shit, you have so many names you don't even know which one's the first!"

"Watch and learn, young Ryougi Yukiko." Moriarty said, coughing to clear his throat. "Chika-sama, am I to assume you plan of asking this mysterious prince with black hair to spend some time with you failed?"

"Yeah..." Chika answered, her voice muffled.

"Disaster!" Moriarty exclaimed.

"You really need to start taking your meds, old aged man..."

"I'll have you know I'm in perfect health! So, Chika-sama, explain to us everything, from the very beginning."

"I asked if he wanted to go out saturday, since Heiwa closes on saturdays two weeks before midterms and finals, but he already agreed to help a new kouhai study..."

"Is that it? Really?" Yukiko asked. "Wait, you guys get saturdays off before tests?! Dammit, that all girls school sucks ass!"

"I see, so what is blocking your path to greatness is just a simple minded girl who is yet to realize that Chika-sama is the only worthy of this mysterious young man's-!"

"If he can't go saturday, why not ask if he can go sunday?"

"...that's an option." Moriarty admitted, stepping out of his overdramatic ways of acting out of shock. "Ahem, I mean... Why of course, if one day doesn't work, the day after just might work!"

"We agreed on going the next saturday... And I can't change it now..."

"Damn tsunderes and their tsundering asses." Yukiko sighed. "Step aside, Moriarty-san. This seems like a job for me." She said, cracking her knuckles.

"E-eh...? Wait, you can't possibly be considering laying your hands on our precious Chika-sama!"

"No way, the only one I'd lay my hands would be you to break that crumbling spine of yours." Yukiko said with the purest of smiles.

"Devilish woman..."

"Sorry for what's about to come your way, Hime-chan... But your parents don't pay me to just wash dishes and clean the floor!" Yukiko said, climbing on top of Chika.

"E-eh?! R-ryougi-san, what are you-?!" Chika lifted her head to look back at Yukiko, but before she could catch a glimpse of her, she began laughing uncontrollably as the other girl tickled her sides.

"Come on, flip over like a pig being cooked!" Yukiko demanded, continuing her assault.

"W-what are you doing..." Moriarty couldn't help but to stay where he was and observe in confusion.

"R-r-r-r-ryougi-san, I give, I give!" Chika laughed, finally turning over as per Yukiko's request.

"There we go, this'll make it easier." Yukiko said, snatching Chika's phone from the pocket in her shirt's chest, and rushing out of the bed.

"W-wait, Ryougi-san!" Chika called out.

"What did the guy look like, Moriarty-san?" Yukiko asked.

"Outrageous, Ryougi Yukiko! How dare you take away Chika-sama's-"

"Tell me how he looks like and shut the hell up!" Yukiko demanded, slamming her foot down. "This time was the floor, next time is your spine, old aged man."

"You truly are the spawn of Amon and Baal, you vile woman... But look for a young man with black hair and headphones around his neck, I'm actually curious of how this ends." Moriarty admitted.

"M-moriarty-san!"

"I give you my sincere apologies, Chika-sama! But this is for your own good! I swear it upon my full name of Ryuuen Ichiryusai Shigekuni Kamiyama Moriarty!"

"Your name's way too long for someone born in Britain." Yukiko commented, scrolling though Chika's contact list. "Black hair and headphones, black hair and headphones... Here we go, Sawada-" 'Sawada Izuru...? With this black hair and strained look in his eyes... Nah, it's probably some other Sawada Izuru.' Yukiko shook her head and pressed the screen to start the call. "Let's see if prince charming picks up."

"SHE ACTUALLY DID IT!" Moriarty exclaimed in shock.

"R-RYOUGI-SAN!" Chika yelled.

"Sheesh, you two are loud." She sighed. "Just wait for him to-"

"Hello? Senpai, is that you?"

'A monotone and constantly tired sounding voice... Eh.' Yukiko grinned slightly at her own thought. The following words she spoke didn't came out in her typical harsh and non-caring tone, but instead in a more soft and feminine one. "Hello, is this Sawada Izuru?"

"Is everything okay with you, senpai? Did you actually catch a cold on the diner? You're sounding weird."

"Alright, it's him. Catch." Yukiko said in her normal tone, tossing the phone all the way into Chika's hands.

"W-w-what do I do?!" Chika asked, looking at the phone.

"Change the date. Make it this sunday, not the next saturday. Easy peasy."

"Oh-ho, what a vile but yet well thought out plan, Ryougi-san." Moriarty chuckled. "I guess you only have a choice now, Chika-sama."

"You two..." Chika muttered, bringing the phone up to her ear. "Y-yes, Miyuki-kun?"

"Hey senpai. What can I do for you?"

"I-i was wondering if- Was that a gunshot?!"

"Hm? Nah, don't worry about it. It was just Tate thinking playing on the enemy team instead of studying was a good idea. What a jackass. Anyway, what can I do for you?"

"R-right... I was wondeing if we could... C-change the date of our hang out to this sunday...? I-if you have nothing to do, of course!"

"Sure thing. Is it okay if I call you on saturday to discuss the meeting place and whatnot?"

"Y-yes, of course, Miyuki-kun!"

"Then it's a... What did we call it again?"

"A casual pair of friends going to places and having fun to get rid of some of the stress of midterms, typical things normal people do..."

"Of course. Well, see you later, senpai."

"Yeah, good night, Miyuki-kun." Chika ended the call and placed the phone down. Despite how much she tried, she couldn't help but show a wide smile in her face.

"I see everything went good with this so called Miyuki-kun. Congratulations on the big step, Chika-sama! One step towards greatness has been taken!" Moriarty exclaimed.

"Don't forget to bring me a piece of cake of that date, will you?" Yukiko chuckled, taking a seat by the window.

"I-it is not a date, Ryougi-san!"

"Relax, I'm just teasing you, Hime-chan. And drop the last name, just call me Yukiko, 'kay?" Yukiko said, looking at the starry night sky. 'Hirabayashi Middle School's berserker. So that's why Kasumi-chan wanted to go to Heiwa so much.'