A/N: Here goes nothing.

Kyouya walked into Music Room 3 and immediately walked directly to the back table near the south east window. His favorite spot.

Not that he ever sat there during regular club hours. Oh no, he wouldn't dare let anyone even come close to finding out what his likes and dislikes are. He liked to keep his preferences private, and even if is the most hypocritical thing anyone would ever assume about a person, especially the shadow king himself.

He admitted it. He was a hypocrite. He liked knowing things about other people, some really private, and sometimes, messed up things, but having other people know things about him, well.

That's a whole other story.

He glanced at his watch, 8:17.

Time to get to work.

He brought out his computer and his multiple notebooks, and flipped to his most recent pages. Written down in one book was a list of Tamaki's ideas for upcoming specialty days for the host club. The other dedicated to expenses that they go through every day. In another, notes he gathered from being an observer of the social classes he is constantly surrounded by.

The twins refer to that book as his shit list.

He didn't deny it.

He found the constant speculation to what he constantly is writing about in his multiple notebooks amusing. From world domination to novel ideas to cookie recipes, ideas like that kept him motivated. He always liked to keep people guessing. He even left a few notebooks unattended that were full of either numerous games of tic-tac-toe or drawings of fish to let the minds of the nosy wander (mainly the twins).

Typing up all his daily findings every day took him about an hour and a half. He prided himself for never getting to bed before 12 every night. He found it made him appear more busy and professional. Not that it was true. But he liked the feeling. It took his mind over his constant fear of never being good enough to inherit anything of merit from his father when he grew older.

But not that that mattered.

He stopped typing and looked out the window. The gardens looked lovely at night. It gave him a sense of peace every time he took a two minute break to rest his busy hands. He liked to pretend he was old and frail and admiring his garden he planted because he has the time to do that sort of thing from time to time. Because that's what his ultimate dream was. To be old and at peace and proud of something that had nothing to do with business.

The two minutes was up. Back to work.

But something interrupted the silence that folded itself over the music room like always. A loud creak of a door opening and the sound of a wobbly cart and footsteps floated into the serene environment Kyouya had enjoyed for the past two years. He got up.

He followed the sound past the pianos and into the main entrance of the room. The room was still dark, but he caught a glimpse of the bright yellow bucket and the janitors cart, illuminated from the open main door, accompanied by a shadowy figure of someone taking a mop off the cart and splashing it into the bucket.

His eyebrow twitched in annoyance, "Can I help you?"

His voice startled the figure, as they jerked violently and nearly knocked the water over, "Jesus-" The figure whirled around, letting go of the mop and letting it fall to the floor with a loud CRACK.

The two looked at each other for a bit. Kyouya rubbed his temples after a moment, "I assume you're in the wrong room."

He took a more observant look at the figure. A cleaning lady. No. Girl. The girl couldn't have been older than 17. He assumed that the cleaning crew in this school would have more appropriate outfits. This girl was simply wearing a black shirt with some band logo on it, jeans and sneakers. Her hair was a mess also.

But the girl also looked like she was observing also, albeit, with some difficultly. She squinted her eyes and took a few steps forward, and then she noticeably got less tense and let out a sigh, "Oh, a student. Thank god. I thought you were a teacher or something." She shook her head and turned to pick up her mop. She rinsed out the head and flopped it on the ground and got to work without another sound.

Kyouya didn't stop looking at her. This time it was more of a look of disbelief than simply annoyance.

"I said I assume you're in the wrong room."

The girl paused and slowly turned around. She looked surprised to see him there, then looked around, as if there were more people in the room he could have possibly been talking to, before pointing to herself, "Oh, me?"

His jaw clenched. Sarcasm.

"This is, music room 3, right?" She pretended to look outside at the sign, "Oh, yes it is. No, I'm not in the wrong room." She turned back around and started mopping once more.

To say he was appalled would be exaggerating it, but that is what he about felt in that moment.

He walked a little closer, "What I'm saying is, I'm pretty sure this room is in use, I don't see how you think it's appropriate to be cleaning when a room is in use."

She stopped again, but didn't turn around, "Really? This is what you call in use? Because-" she turned around again, and this time he could clearly see her facial features, "All I see is some kid doing some shady business on a laptop over in the corner." She shook her head, "I don't think a room of this size is considered 'in use' if the only one in here is some random jerking off with all the lights out." She almost turned back but then paused, "Wait, so who is really behaving inappropriately here?"

His cool demeanor was starting to falter. "As a matter of fact I am working-"

"Hey!" She smiled and enclosed the final gap between them with two steps and slapped him lightly on the shoulder, "So am I. Isn't that a coincidence?" She shook her head humorously and went back to work.

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. You have got to be kidding me.

"Do I need to call campus security on you?"

The girl groaned, "Oh my god, are you really this pissy? What are you gonna tell them? Hey, I was in the music room alone when this janitor came in and started doing her job!" She threw up her hands, "Arrest her!"

Kyouya stepped even closer to her, "Do you even know who you're talking to? I can have you on the streets within a fortnight by making one phone call."

She pushed him back with force, "Back off. God, let me do my job, stop trying to scare me off with your rich kid act." She dumped the mop in the water again and continued to go back and forth.

Kyouya narrowed his eyes and walked back to his work area and picked up his phone. He started to dial one of his connections but then he stopped.

He wasn't this low.

He wasn't going to fire a minimum wage worker, at that a teenage minimum wage worker because she was mouthy. Who did he think he was?

He looked towards the area he just came from. He heard the swish of the mop going back and forth.

It was embarrassing, yes, to have to let this girl win this time. But he wasn't going to go the cowards way out like a snobby rich kid by getting her fired. He would be the snobby rich kid that would be polite and wait her out.

He sat back down and got back to work.

Swish, swish.

As much as he could.

A/N: I write a lot of ouran fanfiction, I admit it. It's the only thing I feel I know. I mean, I never update, but I have drafts of other stories I've started in the Ouran universe. I should stop sometime. Not soon, but sometime.