A/N: And finally, a new chapter is out. Will I be able to reach my goal of a higher word count than the previous chapter? Who knows~ Another note at the end, my friends! And hurray for a flashback to remind you of the chapter before! Why? Because I don't know.

DISCLAIMER: Am I going to do this every chapter? Yes. If I owned KHR or you, I'd be rolling in money and be part of some sort of slave trade.

Dear Omnivore

"[L/n], you've been getting on my nerves since day one so from now on, you're going to be my personal assistant." Was the last thing that [y/n] had heard before her jaw dropped lower than it ever had in her life. [Y/n]? A personal assistant? And for the demon prefect himself?

"Wh-what?!" The wince that appeared on the skylark's face at the loudness of the [h/c] girl's voice went unnoticed as she continued to yell in surprise. "Why do I have to be your goddamn assistant? You have at least three subordinates who could do all of that for you!"

It was obvious that Kyoya didn't take well to the girl's continuous outbursts when he pulled out his prized tonfas out from under his jacket on the couch and attacked the her into submission. No pain no gain, right? That probably didn't apply when he wasn't the one feeling the pain and was dealing it instead.

"Ack! Fine! Fine! I give up!" She eventually yelled, the pain becoming intolerable when the fifth hit landed on the side of her arm. An expression running along the lines of either hate or annoyance appeared on her face as she took quick steps backward to get away from the scary ravenette. Watching with steel grey orbs, a sadistic smirk of amusement briefly touched the prefect's face before it returned to its normal blank look.

"Giving in so soon? I thought you would have had more fight in you." Not bothering to place his weapons back in its original place, the [older/younger] boy folded his arms over his chest, awaiting [y/n]'s retort.

However, the reply wasn't like he expected at all.

"Shut up." The [h/c] haired girl snapped, rubbing at the bumps forming on the various places that were hit. They were definitely going to last through the next fortnight no matter how well she nursed them. "I didn't want to be hit. Ever."

Letting out a short sigh, the teen tossed his weapons onto the couch carelessly. "Weak herbivore," he muttered, walking over to her with a first aid kit – which seemed to have been pulled from mid-air. "Show me your arm."

"I don't want to." Bottom lip jutted out in both disbelief and stubbornness, [y/n] turned her head away, refusing to comply with anything else the male before her said. He'd already hurt her five times in a row without showing any signs of remorse and now he wanted to help her? As if she'd believe something like that.

Letting out a growl of annoyance, Kyoya roughly grabbed the [younger/older] girl's arm, inspecting the latest bruise. He hadn't hit her hard enough to break skin, but it was obvious that the bump would eventually become a disturbing purple-yellow colour. Not exactly the prettiest thing for one of his student's to where in his school.

Trying to pull her arm away, she only succeeded to make the grip on her arm become even tighter than it had before. Wincing slightly from the pain, the young girl's bottom lip only continue to jut out even more than it had before. Sure, she had a pain tolerance of sorts but that didn't mean she enjoyed having her arm stuck in a vice. "Let go of me!" She whined, eyes begging along with her body language.

Rolling his eyes for the nth time in her presence, the prefect pulled out a bandage from his magical first aid kit and slowly wrapped it around her arm. "Looking deformed in Namimori is not allowed." He said slowly, his voice still monotone. Still a dictator.

With the bruise completely hidden from plain sight, [y/n] pulled her arm back, rubbing her now overly-bandaged arm lightly. "Monster." She wore a scowl on her face as she turned around, walking out of the room unhappily.

The girl was stopped, however, by the 'monster' grabbing the back of her collar and effectively pulling her back. Losing her footing completely from the sheer force that was put into forcing her to stop and the surprise that came with the action, the [h/c] haired girl fell backward onto the [taller/shorter] boy.

"What is your problem?!" She yelled, instantly pulling away from him.

"Assistant," that was certainly different from the usual, 'herbivore' or scary tone of '[l/n]'. "Report back here with everything completed or face the consequences." Was the last thing he'd said before stalking out of the room like the predator he was.

Loud yells of frustration could be heard from as far as Namimori Chu as [y/n] paced her room. If one were to peak through her window, they'd see nothing but not-so-neatly stacked sheets of paper that threatened to topple over with the lightest touch. Lugging the paperwork from the middle school to her home involved calling up Tsunayoshi and his pals out of the blue and getting them to help.

The looks of surprise that were on the group's face when [y/n] relayed the events prior to her calling them were more than a little comical. But in the end they still agreed to helping. That's what friends were for after all. Only Hayato Gokudera bothered questioning why the young girl had managed to land herself in such a bad spot, even then she didn't really give him a straight answer.

Back to the present however, the young girl was seated in the middle of the floor amongst her mounds of paperwork, glaring pure hatred at the papers. Last she checked, a personal assistant was only supposed to help bring paperwork to his or her boss, grab coffees, easy things. Everything other than doing all the work.

Digging through the schoolbag beside her, [y/n] pulled out her pen and began to spin it with a furrowed brow. Even if she wasn't one for doing work and was Namimori's number one procrastinator, she knew she'd have to start somewhere. Nobody wanted to be bitten to death by Kyoya Hibari no matter what kind of day it was.

Still berating herself – and almost snapping her dear pen in half multiple times - for allowing herself to get manipulated by the scary bird, the sun had already been replaced by the gleaming, white moon in the sky above her suburban house. Two precious hours that could've gone to better uses was of course, wasted on being lost in a whirlwind of her own thoughts.

Letting out a defeated sigh, she placed her barely-alive pen onto the ground in front of her. Now don't misinterpret this; [y/n] was not one to sulk. Ever. But her newly appointed 'boss' was getting on her nerves, along with his ungodly mountains of paperwork.

Not wanting to see the papers for a second longer, she left the room, slamming the door loudly behind her. She'd handle all that stuff later. For now, she was going to go for a walk and – hopefully – clear her mind.

A/N: Woops this is actually uploaded later than I initially planned but I get cupcakes for trying right? 1142 words for this chapter.

Will [y/n] ever do the work? Who knows? And of course, if you see any grammatical or spelling errors, feel free to tell me through reviews or by PM-ing me.

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