"Oh, Kyouya! You're back!"
Kyouya looked up from the coffee he was pouring and saw two of the front desk secretaries entering the staff room, possibly to grab a cup before starting their shift.
Kyouya smoothly entered into his old host habits and flashed them a smile. "Why yes. I'm finally back. I apologize for such a long absence. I hope that it did not cause any problems for such lovely women."
The two women instantly flushed, and then they exchanged glances between each other with an excited giggle. Kyouya had to turn back to the coffee maker in order to hide his grimace.
"Oh no. No trouble at all. We made sure to cover for you," said the one who wore her brunette hair in a tight bun.
"Where were you for so long? Everyone was worried about you!" gushed the curly blond.
"I'm afraid Shuichi had caught a really bad cold. But he's better now," Kyouya explained.
"Your son was sick? Oh that's terrible!"
"Yes, and once he was sick, he passed it on to everyone else. Even my Haru-chan—" Kyouya stopped, realizing his slip, and smoothly corrected, "Even my wife, Haruhi—" But the damage was already done.
"KYAAA!" the two women squealed. "You call her 'my Haru-chan'?!"
Kyouya struggled to keep his composure. To hide his annoyance and retain some sort of control, he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose to create a glare. "But she is mine," he stated flatly.
"That's so KAWAII!!! Lovely!!"
"No really," Kyouya said, turning to them. His smile turned somewhat cold and demonic as he told them matter-of-factly, "She is legally bound to me and only me. She is not allowed to be with anyone else unless she wants to risk court. I have the contracts if you want to see."
The two women were speechless for the longest time. Then they slowly turned around and exited the staff room, forgetting about the coffee. With wide eyes, they muttered to each other, "That sort of killed the cuteness."
A/N: For all those who are following my fanfic "Crystal Clear" gomenasai! (bows deeply) I know it's terribly cruel of me to leave you with a cliffie for so long, but please give me one more week. I haven't had time to do anything too long due to all these finals hanging over my head. But next week, school ends, so I'll be able to pick up the story again. In the meantime, I'll give you this drabble as an apology gift . . . or as a bribe to keep you from sending angry ninjas to my house in retailiation. Take your pick.
This actually happened to me in my APUSH class. My teacher said it, and I couldn't help but think of kyouya.