As promised, full summary:

Throw into a world of poverty and desperation, Kaoru turns to his only option. Jerked from his position of power, Kyouya turns to the only love he can offord. When things start getting messy, how will this effect the two of them and the world around them. And when the events take a horrible turn, what will the end result be? Life...or death. KyouKao, TamaHaru, minor HikaKao. Rating might go up. WARNING: Yaoi, rape, non-con, prostitution, murder, character death. Read at own risk!!

Intro--Now Revised!!

It was rather cold. Weather that be because of the broken air conditioner or the general feel of the place was left up to anyone to guess at. It was chilly either way, and not the frozen type of chilly that children look out side, praying for it to rain or rather, snow. It was the damp kind, the kind of frozen that froze your cloths first, so they sapped all the warmth out of your blood stream, leaving you glued to whatever surface you fell on like some strange, painted statue. In all honesty, horrid conditions for any human to live in.

It was a rattling at first. The sound of jangling keys turning in the lock, that alerted the man in the hard backed chair to the woman—the lawyer's presence. She stepped inside, face passive and blank. The perfect poker face and one that the man had seen many times before. Quietly, she sits down opposite him, briefcase off to the side and hands folded neatly in her lap. It is quiet…

"Haven't seen you since high school," the man's voice is cool and even, quite composed considering the surroundings. "How have you been, Haruhi?"

The woman's lips tightened. During her working hours, she preferred to be referred to as 'Ms. Fujioka'. She only ever allowed her friends and fiancée to call her by her first name, and Ootori Kyouya was neither one of those…anymore.

She shuffled slightly, reaching into her stationary case for a thick file and a tape recorder. She placed the electronic device on the table, clicking the recording button and opening the manila folder. What she saw shocked her, so much so that the brunette found herself looking up from the neatly typed paragraphs and gazed into his deep grey eyes.

A raised eye brow and a clipped, "They didn't tell you?"

A shocked shake of the head. "You—you didn't…"

"What does the file tell you?"

Her first case and it was already getting to her. "Kyouya...it says that you..." she gulped and started again, "You were brought in for..."

"Suspisious questioning," he ended for her. "I'm here by choice, Haruhi, so I ask you not to jump to any conclusions about me, nor judge the fact that I am here as intierly connected to this case."

"...You know, Kyouya..." Haruhi said, extracting a small portfolio of laminated pictures and handing them quietly to the man across from her, "I never would have pegged you as that kind of person." A quirk of an eyebrow that caused the man's glasses to slip farther down his nose. "No," Haruhi hurridly corrected herself, "I only meant...I never would have thought you would be the kind of person who risked getting your reputation ruined because of someone else. Let alone someone who..."

A glint of the electrical lamp over head danced off the older man's glasses, causing the lawyer across from him to freeze. Silently, she cured the old habit and forced her body to relax. A small cough. A slight bob of the head as each new picture attracted his undivided attention. The sound of a telephone ringing and the rustle of paper from behind the closed door.

"I'm not..." Kyouya replied softly, makeing his tone land in the happy medium between threatening and light-'n-airy. "I think, seeing as I have done nothing wrong, that this will only improve my image and depleat yours. Can you imagin what the papers will dig up when they find out your cop friends knocked down my door, arrested me, let me go and then formally requested my presense at this run down station, just because I am of a higher class?"

"That's not--" Haruhi started, only to be cut off by a low chuckle.

"I know that's not why I'm here," Kyouya said, his tone indifferent, "But that is how every news anchorman and every magazine will see it."

"And you wouldn't bother in setting them straight?"

"There are no merits in helping this department." The commoner knew that was code word for, "I will do nothing to enrich this department's opportunities, seeing as how it has inconveinenced me." She shuddered. It was like being back in highschool, where she had broken a vase that was supposedly worth alot of money in the function that the youngest Ootori had set up; she had constantly feared him, his power, the ability he had to ruin her life, but that had all changed now...well, accept the power.

"If you could have highered the best laywer in the entier country," Haruhi said stiffly, choosing her words carefully so as to not cause unwanted friction between the two of them, "Why me?"

Silence. "Because, you, Haruhi, could beleive whatever you like--you could beleive I killed the whore, or that I didn't--but you'll treat me accordingly if that's the truth. And, Haruhi, you might very well be the only lawyer in Japan who would do this because it's what's right, and not because of what I'm paying you."

One breath. Two breaths. Three breaths. Did Ootori Kyouya--the former Shadow King--just...compliment her? Or threaten her life if she didn't approance the case right?

"Okay," the woman said, neatly organizing all her papers before looking back into the onxy eyes of her old school mate. "Are you, or are you not, guilty for killing the prostitute downstairs?"

A twist of facial features that could have been anything froma grimace to a smirk. "Define guilty."

A/N: OKay, so wha'd ya think? Should I continue? If I do, I promise the quiality will improve; I was just kinda at a lose for what to say. MWAHAHAHAHAHA

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