Massive -insert face here- FACEPALM. Now, I have to provide the 3rd chapter in... how many days? HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY. AGAIN. Love you too... whatever.

Personal confidence took a MAJOR hit when someone called my fics mediocre, but that's OBVIOUSLY NOT TRUE. I think...

Hibari: Herbivore... how long do you insist on writing this meaningless-

Tatsuki: Shut up, you idiot. This isn't YOUR story.

Hibari: -pulls out a tonfa- Kamikorosuyo.

Tatsuki: Whoa. Calm yourself.

-sound of breaking glass-

"I am extremely sorry, but the young master is currently involved in his studies." The butler stood turgidly at attention in front of the gate to the Kyoya mansion, blatantly blocking the entryway.

"I've got some time. I'll wait for him." Isabella held a plastic bag in her hands, her fingers toying with the ribbon that tied the container shut.

"After this, master Kyoya will attend lectures for psychology, government, economics, law, and management." He huffed haughtily. "So please leave."

Slowly, Isabella trudged away, ruefully gazing over her shoulder at the house, then glancing back at the bag in her hands. I haven't thanked him for yesterday, she thought. I'll just give him these cookies tomorrow, at his school.

-At Shimei academy-

Even as Isabella set foot on Shimei school grounds, the students there were making snide remarks about her. Try as she might, she couldn't block the torrent of brash words.

"Who's that girl? Why on earth would she come here?"

"What sort of public school is that uniform from? That shabby apparel looks quite poor."

"Quite. She looks out of place at a prestigious school like ours."

An angry vein began to throb in her forehead. I've had enough of this bullcrap! I'm going home! She brushed past the snickering teens clustered around her, until one crude comment stopped her in her tracks.

"Worthless piece of scum. She doesn't belong here. First, she'd never even make it to Shimei." The speaker chuckled darkly. "Why, her very presence is dirtying the air. Good thing she's leaving."

That's it. Who the hell was that? Isabella spotted the culprit, who was about to cross her path, in the company of two friends. He was the one who made them laugh, at her expense. So, she decided to do something about it. Now.

There. He's going to step in front of me… NOW! Stepping forward, just as he was about to intercept her path, she made her move. In the blink of an eye, she stomped on his foot, hard, her ears registering a delicious crunch. Music to her ears. Before his mind could register pain or surprise, she threw her body weight against him, sending him crashing to the ground. He howled in pain, clutching his foot to his chest.

"Ooooooooops. Sorry. My bad." NOT. She jogged away from the scene of the crime, grinning maliciously. She gloated momentarily, but then remembered why she even came to Shimei Academy all too soon. That's right… I still wasn't able to give the cookies to Hibari today…

Isabella looked up, to catch the familiar onyx orbs of a teen leaning against a nearby brick wall. "Hi…bari…,"

"Why didn't you come by yesterday, Isabella?" The raven-haired teen growled, his voice dangerously low.

She rolled her eyes. "Not like I promised that I would."

Lunging forward, Hibari grabbed her by the front of her shirt, a tonfa hanging from his other hand. "You made me wait for hours. Have you just been wandering around this whole time?"

"What do you mean?" Isabella pushed against his iron-like grip. "Let me go already!" Her voice grew louder in volume as her struggling grew more desperate. "Just who do you think you are?"

During the encounter, Isabella's bag of cookies fell to the ground, drawing the attention of the male who held her captive. "Hm? What's this?" The attached note had fallen open, revealing the written contents to his eyes. Thanks for the stuffed animal. –Isabella.

Isabella pushed out of Hibari's weakened grasp, turning away so the "young master" wouldn't see her red face. "I went by to see you yesterday and today... But I couldn't meet up with you..."

"Isabella..."

"Master Kyoya, it is time for you to return home. I have come to escort you back home." The starched and pressed voice hailed from the driver's seat of a limousine; the butler driving it was the very same one who had pushed me away at the gate.

"Isabella." Hibari wrapped his outstretched pinky around hers. "Its a promise then. You're coming tomorrow."

There. Happy now?

By the way, if you actually read this, you're winning. I'm planning on making a KHR reacts to: story, where you can review and say what you want khr cast members to see! :)

Reviews=motivation=updates. Lovely equation there.