Disclaimer: I own nothing from OURAN, its BISCO HATORI's Masterpiece just as PRINCE OF TENNIS to TAKESHI KONOMI. I OWN my OC!

And I would kill just to own ONE of them. And will start a war just to get KYOYA and MORIsan for myself.

A/N: I dunno what to say again…I really don't think people like reading OURAN character X OC…but I'll still try. Anyway, this will be edited and going to be updated. Thankies.

R & R please.

Summary: Kyoya Ootori doesn't want to waste time; specially not on a stubborn college student who won't work for him; but sadly, to the young girl's disappointment, he found her amusing…and so, he'll waste time… after all, he has all time in the world as long it's all just for her. And Kyoya doesn't mind even if she showers him with coffee...literally.

"Move away, Ootori –san." Her words were poisonous now. They've been into this ridiculous game for almost a month now.

"Are you sure you don't want to work for me Rin–chan?" Kyoya's voice is still as cool as ever, he of course, is enjoying this. "The part time I am offering you is twice the salary of a regular employee." He stated.

"No, Thank you again, Ootori –san." She answered looking up at him only to see that EVIL glint in his glasses – she groaned in irritation once again. "Please let me go to school now, I am already late and you are making it worse." She stated calmly, trying to supress the anger that is starting to leak out of her voice.

"Really, now?" Kyoya raised a brow at her latest words. "I just heard that you're skipping your class today." Nomiya Rin twitched.

"Changed my mind, old man." She glared up at him, her eyes screaming 'f*cktard stalker!' "now, if you'll excuse me, I have a class to attend to." She said trying to walk pass Kyoya.

"No –"

"You –" before she could even finish her words, Kyoya grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the busy street of Shibuya towards an almost empty café.

"–WHAT THE HELL!" she screamed to his face (literally) but he wasn't paying attention to her. Instead his eyes were looking outside, eyeing a figure that has a long black hair and was wearing a VERY expensive and highly fashionable outfit.

Rin looked over her shoulder to see what's it that he's staring at is.

KIMIKO SAIONJI.

She smiled knowingly as she realized the situation and screamed in her head..

'HELL YES! FINALLY! A weak point!'

"heh" she sang, she looked up at Kyoya and narrowed his eyes knowingly in a teasing manner. "I didn't know Ootori–san, you were into 'those kind' of woman." Rin smirked. "Saionji Kimiko, 24 years old, she studied business and economics in America and just graduated last year, she is well…" Rin trailed as she tried to pick up some old data she has in her head, now, watching TV gives her enough information that she needed. 'THANK YOU TV commercials!' she screamed in her head. "..A one that is a…shall we call her…Bi– Ah!" a thought entered her mind, "Playgirl type." She finished. "A playgirl type." She waited for Kyoya to answer and finally added, "Are you not man enough to tell her your feelings Ootori–san?" She smiled at him innocently… "I heard she's ALWAYS single…" She added, and waited for his reaction.

Twitch.

Kyoya shot her a warning look; she backed away two steps from him, only to be stopped when she realized that he's been gripping her wrist…still.

"No." He said firmly.

"No?" Rin mimicked him, tilting her head in the side questioningly, "...as in: No, I can't tell her your feelings?" she tried to piss him off, she knows what he means, of course, but she'll play dumb until he gives up."

"No." Kyoya repeated, pushing his glasses upwards with his free hand making it glint at her with superiority in all matter. "No, I am not into those kind of woman who only knows how to spend the income of her company." Kyoya answered, clearing all the ridiculousness in her head, he smirked at her.

Looking into those transparent glasses of his, she found out how amusing his onyx orbs were; yet, another emotion reached her brain before it admires how enticing his eyes were. And then she realized that she never felt the urge to suddenly kick someone in the crotch, until she met Kyoya.

One…two…three….four…

"If that is so," Rin started again, she just want to leave now! Why this guy has a very long patience! "Why are you hiding from her?" she asked.

"…" Kyoya didn't answer, instead, he dragged her inside the kitchen door in that same building.

"AH– where are you talking me! NO! not there! It's off limits!" she protested as she was getting pulled inside by Kyoya himself.

No one tried to tell them to 'stay quiet' and 'out of the kitchen!' as Rin prepared to the reprimands of the chiefs, but there was none.

They stopped from walking faster in front of a door.

Kyoya opened the door for them, and a small garage appeared before them, inside was a black car with a man in black suit waiting in front of the door.

"Kyoya–sama." The man acknowledged Kyoya, as he opens the door of the limo for them.

Gripping her wrist tighter yet gently, he pushed her inside without any words, and then sat down after her on the opposite side of the back seat.

"Office." Kyoya said.

"WTF!" Rin, cursed him, face flushed in surprise, "why are you taking me to your office! I never agreed to it!" she reasoned.

"To work for me of course,." Kyoya replied smirking to himself. Today was pretty interesting, aside from the fact that this young woman here beside him is quite intelligent, she too is capable of flushing. Which made Kyoya tease her more.

'Interesting,' he thought to himself as he give her his smile, while she is –if glares could kill, he's already 4 times dead– glaring at him evilly.

"Y–you!" she accused, pointing her index finger at Kyoya, "You bastard! Kidnapping is freaking illegal! I can sue you! You know!"

"Kidnapping?" Kyoya raised a brow, "I'm just borrowing you for the day, and I assure you, your school, and your family, that you'll be home by dinner." Kyoya paused, "and that I am 100%, pure Ootori."

"I didn't agree to this!" she protested, her voice lowering its volume, and she looked outside the streets, face red from screaming at Kyoya.

"You don't need to agree," Kyoya finished, "The moment you purposely spilled the coffee onto my pants out of boredom, you signed the contract of being my secretary for a month or two until I find a new secretary." Kyoya smirked, as the girl frowned deeper upon remembering the previous incidents with Kyoya.

"Stupid…narcissistic…arrogant…rich f*cktard…" she growled.

A/N: it just came to me.. review please! ill post another tomorrow, for chapter two. its all about how they met.