Okay, so I'm new at this. I'm gonna admit that much.

I also admit that I don't own Kyoya. But I do own Natsume. XD Which is a good thing, I guess.

Anyways, the first chapter to my story. I hope you enjoy^^

Yatatsuba Natsume crossed her legs, blowing bubbles with her blue gum and acting obnoxious as usual. Her almond-shaped tawny eyes landed on her father across the expensive, glossy dark walnut desk across from her. He looked annoyed with the fact that she had no regard for his power. So she smirked that sexy smirk men fell over whenever she did use it. Just to mess with him.

"You wanted to talk to me, Reiji?" Using his name was absolutely no way to respect him. She could see it in his own tawny eyes. They way they seemed to explode with frustration at her obvious disobedience. "Because in a few minutes, I'm going to the mall with Mitoko."

He frowned, clasping his hands together. The big, decorative window behind him curved behind his perfect head, his intense gaze causing her to throw her leg over the dark brown leather arm of the chair, just to annoy him even more. "I don't understand why you continue to act like this, Natsume."

She smirked again and shrugged, wondering when he would catch the new rips in her dark wash Paige super skinny jeans, which he bought. "'Cause it's fun maybe?"

His frown deepened, reaching his eyes. "I don't understand you, girl. We've tried boarding school; we've tried private tutors. We've even tried different countries. You refuse to listen to us. Why can't you be more like your sisters?"

The anger bubbled in her stomach and she dropped the smirk, hooding her eyes, her voice low and dangerous. "Why would I want to be like busybody Kaede and bubbly Karin? Do you honestly believe I would go to such depths to please you? Ha, ha, you're funny. Not."

His eyebrow twitched in annoyance, his hands clasping tighter. Natsume crossed her arms over her chest, glaring silently at her black leather lace-up Oscar de la Renta to the knee stiletto boots. It was another gift from the states. In fact, her whole wardrobe was from the states. It made her different from the others. So much more cooler.

"Fine." He dropped a manila folder on the desk and she lunged for it, her eyes skimming over the information. Her brow furrowed as she kept studying, kept being reminded of this boy, Kyoya, whoever he was. The corners of her full lips turned down as she turned her glare on him. "The hell?"

"Watch your tongue," he scowled.

"Oh, excuuuuse me," she rolled her eyes, slapping the folder back on the desk with the intensity of someone who didn't care. "Who is he and why should I care?"

"He, Natsume," he said slowly, arranging the folder's papers neatly, "will be your husband."

Silence engulfed the room as her eyes darted from the file to her father. She sat back heavily, her mouth open as she stared at him. Whatever arrogance and cockiness she had earlier streamed out of her system. She felt sick, as if hurling would make her feel somewhat better. Make the pain go away.

"You can't . . . You can't do that." Her eyes grew more frantic as she took deep breaths. "I mean, come on? What is this? The nineteenth century? Dude! That's un-fucking-fair!"

Reiji frowned, sitting up straighter. "Yes, Natsume, I can. Your mother and I have decided it would be best for you to get married. At eighteen."

"What for?!" she screeched, her arms flailing wildly. "Did we not discuss this months ago? Didn't we agree I wasn't going to be married? You said I wasn't going to be shoved into those catastrophic soap operas! Yoko promised! You promised!" She let a screech leave her lips as she flung her head back, her nails digging into her scalp. "You promised!"

"Quit your dramatics." He waved his hand in the air. "Will you listen for once? Kyoya is the third son of the Ootori line. But he's got excellent ambition-,"

"Sooooooo?!" she stood up and slapped the file off the desk, her tawny eyes blazing. "You better call it off, goddamn it! Call it off right damn now!"

He frowned again, gauging the amount of rage in her eyes and the way her fists curled at her sides. "You need to calm yourself down, Natsume. And I can't."

"Why the hell not?!"

He narrowed his eyes, a radical difference between her wide-eyed rage. "Because we've already signed a contract. You no longer have a say in what happens. You just do it and enjoy it."

Natsume stared at him, her chest heaving as she took deep breaths. Crossing her arms, she looked to the ceiling, reversing her tears direction. Her makeup was too heavy. If she started crying and screaming now, it would drench her fair skin in an inky blue. That didn't mean her tears would stop.

Teetering in her four-inch heels, she counted to thirty before facing her father again. "Why did you do that?" Her voice was husky, hoarse. Full of emotion and the cottony lump in her throat. Her voice was brimming with tears; weakness. She shifted her weight, trying out a glare, but it blurred her vision. "Why would you do that to me? Don't you love daughters equally?"

"Oh, precious," he shook his head, guiltily enjoying the fact that he could make her cry and at the same time wanting to wrap her in a hug and act like it was a joke. "You don't know anything. This is the real world. Not the Fifth Avenue Mall in New York. With this marriage, your life would become immensely better. More money, more machinery at your fingertips, more time to shop. The Ootori agree with us."

A hiccup forced itself between her blood red lips. "Why though? I mean, come on! This is . . . I don't do deception, Reiji! This is stupid! Everyone's going to know the minute we announce it! You're going to be accused as a fraud! And we won't even be in love!" She gasped and then narrowed her eyes, her shoulders shaking from suppressed rage and sobs. "You just want me to give birth to little Yatatsuba-Ootori babies, don't you? You're sick! You just want to be a rich ol' granddaddy!"

"No." he sighed, running a hand through his ebony locks. "I don't. Though it would be nice-,"

"Seeeee?!"

"-it's not what this is about, Natsume," he finished, glaring at her. "This is about the company and the money. All you need to do is get married to him. That's all we ask of you."

"Reiji, you idiot! What kind of jackass father asks his daughter to marry just so he can make more money?!" She ignored his narrowed eyes. "Marriage is supposed to be about love! About compassion and intimacy! I don't want to fake that on television just so you can make more and more money! I don't want to make my in-laws think I'm infertile because I won't give birth to his children! I want to find a guy who will take care of me-,"

"Dear, he'll do nothing but," Reiji interjected.

"Nooooooo!" she screeched, clutching at her glossy black hair. "That's not what I mean! When I think of marriage, I think of staying together forever, hand in hand! Fighting till the end! Not getting up every morning and finding the face of man I barely know! Do you want that?"

Reiji watched her for a moment, before turning around in his chair. "Just accept the reality, Natsume. There isn't a love like that in world. And if you spend your life looking for it, you're only going to end up lonely and bitter." He sighed, shaking his head. "I just want the best for you."

"Reiji, the best for me would be to call this thing off."

"The final answer is no." He didn't even flinch when the door to his office slammed shut. That was progress . . . right?

--X--

Kyoya studied the file for the fifth time, trying to gauge why this girl was going to his fiancé. It wasn't that he didn't think she was pretty; in fact, she was quite beautiful, with fair skin and big almond-shaped tawny eyes. But what from what he had read, her personality was the total opposite of his. She was known for her loud dramatics, her fury and her uncanny ability to make even the most sour of people smile.

He sighed, setting the file back on his desk. Natsume was a whole other kind of species. The Yatatsuba family was known for their machinery. Everything from computers to cars. They even had their own line of phones. If anything, they were just like Ootori, only they were more public and a much warmer family. But having five children often did that.

Studying Natsume's photo, he thought of her as a challenge. If push came to shove, he could always convince his father that this wasn't going to end well. Natsume didn't seem like the type to go for this kind of thing.

But a challenge was a challenge. And he did love a challenge.

I adore Kyoya. He's awesome XD What with his coolness and glasses and dark hair . . . God, I wish there was someone out there like him XD

Guess that's why we love anime. The guys are just yum XD And I know there are some people who agree with me XD

Anyways, thanks for reading! I really apperciate it!

I'm outtie ~CocoaAngel95 an OHSHC fan for live XD