"We are just tools after all.."

Kyoya looked up from the documents he was holding in his hands and at the woman at the edge of the sofa.

Catching his gaze, she chuckled silently.

"You know I'm right, Kyo."

"Your point is?"

"I am sick of it. Sick of this life we have."

When Kyoya didn't answer, she slid closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder.

He sighed softly and carried on with reading his documents. He was already accustomed enough to her to approve of the close proximity they were having right now.

"Rich people are snobby, arrogant idiots who only care about themselves."

Kyoya turned to look at Aki and saw her lips quivered before her tears started running down her cheeks.

"My mother was the same. She never cared, until she needed me for her company. She sold me off."

"Wasn't he the same?"

Aki froze.

"The reason for you to leave your home at sixteen. He cheated on you with your best friend."

Aki moved away from Kyoya and held herself, as if protecting herself from his words.

"You should have been glad that he died-"

"ENOUGH!"

She stared at him with the strongest pair of gaze, despite the tears down her face.

"You wouldn't know, you woulnd't know at all! You have never loved anyone in your whole life! How would you understand?!"

Kyoya stared silently at her. It was weird seeing her like that, crying and over another man. He wanted to comfort her, but...

"That's enough. As a member of the Ootori family, you must keep up your appearances at all times. Don't let this happen again."

Aki closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I am a tool for you as well."

She got up and left the room.

Kyoya released the breath he had been holding for a while and focused on his work again.

He never knows how to deal with her.