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Ootori Residence, 7.00 a.m.

He is sooo gonna have a piece of my mind. Just wait, you corrupt man. I'll choke you as soon as I found you. That was all Haruhi remembered thinking before she went into her berserk mode.

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"OOTORI KYOUYA!!!" Haruhi, still in her bathrobe, stormed off from the bathroom, looking angry as ever. She finally stopped marching after he found the person at fault - her husband. Kyouya, still lingering on the bed, furrowed.

"What?" The look on his face strongly suggested that he was puzzled.

"YOU. You are the cause for this!" she pointed her index finger at him.

"Me? Ootori Kyouya? Cause for what?" he said, getting up from bed to face his beloved. Still puzzled, apparently. Well, how come not? He haven't even touched anything save for the floor since he woke up and now he's accused to be the cause for something only God knows what.

"You—You---Ugh! Before our wedding, I was only a 34A wearer. Six months after, I moved to 40A. And after last night…" she sighed, "I think I just moved to B cup… and I don't have anything B to wear today! And you think I'm that free to go shopping these few days?! I've got dozens of work to do!"

"Err… A? B? C? Err, cup? Wait, what are you saying again…?" Puzzled still.

"YOU, OOTORI KYOUYA, HAVE BEEN PLAYING A HUGE ROLE IN INCREASING MY BRA CUP SIZE SINCE THE FIRST NIGHT OF OUR MARRIAGE! GOT THAT?!"

"Wait, how come it's my fault…?" he questioned, scratching his sooooo-not-itchy head.

"Excuse me?! How come it's your fault?! Let me tell you how!" she placed her hands firmly on her hips like a very angry mother ready to scold her child for playing in the mud, "Listen here, Ootori," she paused for a moment for the sake of dramatic effect, and continued:

"YOU – Ootori Kyouya – have been groping and, urgh, everything else possible to them every time we make love. Got that?"

"Oh." Kyouya felt something ringing in his head. "Oh." Now he really did realized.

"Haish… What do I do now, Kyouya? I really don't have any bra that fits… And I'm getting late to work…" she sighed, a sad –or was it disappointment?– tone clearly visible in her voice.

"Don't go to work, then." Kyouya answered matter-of-factly, taking three steps towards his wife. Being the Lucifer he is, of course, he already had something well-planned in his mind.

"But– Err, Kyouya…?" her heart missed three beats in return. He is so not doing this.

"Hush, my darling," he said seductively to her ear.

"Kyouya…" she glared at her husband who's grinning like a Cheshire cat standing only inches in front of her. "I've to be at the court by eleven. So don't you dare." Or I'll sue you, her mind added.

"But your husband orders you to be on the bed now." With that, he swiftly carried her bridal-style and put her gently on the bed.

"Ky–" said person sealed her mouth with a deep kiss before she could protest any more.

"Shhh…" he grinned, "I'll make you a 24D wearer, Haruhi dear."

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A/N: I love OOC Kyouya. XD And I've the same gender as Haruhi, so that's why I dared coming up with this fic. Anyway, I have another KxH fic, "Sweetheart", coming soon. I promise you it's gonna be hilarious. –evil grins- Just for you know, I've held Kyouya under hostage, so he can't really escape my orders XD. Till next time!
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