A/N: Finally beta-ed by Amir Jan. Thanks, love.

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SHAMPOO

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Kyouya loves the smell of his wife's hair. It has always been a pleasure to wake up beside her and smell the sweet fragrance that seems to emanate from her brunette locks. He doesn't mind getting up earlier than usual once in a while to get a whiff of her hair as he softly hugs her from behind while laying on their bed until they feel like getting up to have breakfast.

It was during one day when his only joy in the morning was lost that really took him by surprise.

It was normal for Kyouya to wake up in bed alone once or twice a week as his wife has work at 8 in the morning. Sometimes he can't help but let his habit of waking up late overcome him. He is, after all, not a morning person and definitely does not like waking up early.

He turned his body to the right to see if his wife was still there beside him only to find a plump pillow in her place. He sighed and pulled the pillow towards him and inhaled its scent.

His eyes widened then narrowed into slits, brows lining together. He lifted himself with his right elbow and reached for his cellphone that was lying on the bedside table. After pressing the number 1, he pressed another button to put the phone on loud speaker.

The phone rings.

Hello?

"Haruhi." He drawls.

Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?

Kyouya gets out of bed and walks towards the bathroom.

"Yes."

He hears her giggle before she speaks.

I see you didn't wake up on the right side of the bed. What's bothering you so early in the morning?

Kyouya scans the shower and sees an unfamiliar bottle. He takes it in his hand and looks at the label.

"What's this bottle doing in the shower?"

What bottle?

"The blue one."

Huh? What bot—oh. You mean the shampoo that the twins gave me?

Those Hitachiins. His eyebrow twitched. "Yes, that bottle. Why are you using it?"

Well, for one it's a gift from them. It would be such a waste not to use it. Moreover, it smells nicer than my previous shampoo.

"I see. I guess that's all I wanted to ask you. Bye Haruhi."

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"Hello? Hello!" Haruhi said before putting away her cellphone. She grabbed a bunch of her hair and smelled it; her face forehead wrinkled in confusion.

"What on earth is the matter with him?"

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The next morning, Haruhi enters the bathroom only to see her shampoo bottle gone and three boxes of her previous shampoo stacked beside the shower.

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A/N: My first Ouran fanfic and my third fanfiction ever published! Oh, and this is my first fanfic with a "lighter" tone/theme. I made this a couple of months ago after completing 'Strings'. I got a bit bored and began making drabbles on Kyouya and Haruhi. But I stopped along the way because I had to deal with my mother's businesses when I went back to my hometown.

After much self-encouragement and after sharing the concept of my new work with Amir Jan, I decided to publish these drabbles. Hopefully I'll be able to make more. So far, I only made around 3 "feasible" drabbles.

I really hope that despite the change in fandom, my readers will still consider reading my work.

Oh, and don't worry, I think my next La Corda fanfic will be up within the month. I'm still in the conceptualization stage and I'm hoping that I'll be able to put it into writing soon. I'm still quite hesitant about the plot but I'm planning on something lighter than 'Strings.'

PLEASE, R&R!!! I need as much feedback as I can to further improve this story.