Hey guys! This is my first Fanfic written in a long time. It probably has errors, if you notice any please tell me and I'll edit it. This is a Kyouya/Haruhi fic and will most definitely be OOC. If you like that cool if you don't you don't have to read it... If you do decide to read please review I would love to know if I should continue it or through the idea away altogether. Thanks! ^.-

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DevilHeart

PS: Don't own any of the characters unless I randomly add one and if that's done I'll tell you. And this is the last time you'll get this message in this story.

A new friend request from facebook made my phone vibrate. Curious at who I might not have on my friends already, I took out my laptop and brought up my favorite site on the internet. The friend request came from a boy who claimed to be The Kyouya Ohtori, yeah right. Like that handsome, smart, rich, and popular boy would request me on facebook! He would probably be sitting at home right now looking through stocks and bonds with a scowl on his perfect face! This is probably one of the snobish bastards at school playing a prank on me...

OH WELL! I'll accept! I hit the accept button and went on playing my games. Little did I know I just turned a perfect rich boy's scowl upside down.

Miles away on the "Rich" side of town.

Kyouya Ohtori smiled for the first time in ages. It was a small smile, yes, and one wouldn't notice it unless looking but it was indeed a smile. His elder sister chose that moment to look at him though, and being her, saw the small smile that made her smile. It was in that moment, unfortunately, that the clothes that she just shoved into a drawer desided to explode out covering the room in Kyouya's personal belongings.

"Nee-san, how many times have I told you, if you must mess with my perfectly organised clothing, don't touch the drawer with the important clothes. It's annoying enough having the maids gossip about my undergarments when their just washing them, having them pick them up is another matter entirely." Kyouya didn't look up from his typing but paused a moment to push up his glasses to make the imfamous glare he worked so hard to perfect.

"But Kyouya-chan!!! If they were so perfectly organised then why wont they fit back in! Besides I'm practicing being a good house wife so Shinji will be pleased!" Kyouya's sister, Fuyumi, whined looking at him with sad puppy dog eyes.

"And why exactly are you using my clothes to practice? What's wrong with your stuff?" Kyouya was getting a bit irritated at this point.

"Because I don't want to mess up any of my stuff to do it!" Fuyumi laughed like it was the simplest reason in the world.

Kyouya sighed and went back to work, making a mental note to have one of the maids wash and reorganise everything to his specifications.