Sorry this took a little longer than usual. I was having a hard time coming up with a new chapter.

Probably because there's no plot . . .

I'm going to have to come up with something :]

Natsume was having an ugly, ugly morning. And the fact that the sun was shining and the birds were singing didn't exactly make her feel better. She groaned, rolling over and facing away from the large windows of her bedroom. A headache was slowly making its way down her body and the fact that Kaede, her older sister, was coming home today wasn't exactly making it go away.

Closing her red-rimmed eyes, she pulled the light blue sheets over her head in an attempt to block out the annoying cheeriness of the day. Yoko was no doubt down stairs making cookies from some recipe from the states and the twins were probably in the backyard, doing whatever smarter-than-the-average-eight-year-olds do before they had to go to school. For once, she wished her family were normal. But rich people were never normal. Which was just fucking great.

The seventeen-year-old twisted in her sheets, a dull ache working its way to her feet. It felt as if she had spent the night as Jiji's (Kawasaki Yuji) "testing" the wine. That night had been fun, until she woke up and found herself half naked in front of the toilet. Whatever.

Her mind wandered and came back to Kyoya. Kyoya and his sexy dark eyes. Kyoya and his cool attitude. Kyoya and his emo hotness-

She snapped up, her eyes wide, headache forgotten. There was no way in hell she liked Kyoya. He was just . . . incredibly sexy. No, wrong words. Natsume scowled, pressing her French-tipped fingertips to her temples. She had to admit; Kyoya was hot, really hot. And tall. She liked tall men. But Kyoya so wasn't her type. Kyoya was . . . silent, scary, and down right devious. She was none, okay, two of those things.

The only use for Kyoya was money and money only. Kyoya had connections to people she could use in the future. Kyoya had ideas that she could possibly incorporate in her design schemes. Kyoya was actually pretty damn smart. But no one had yet to beat her cunning. And there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell she was going to let some pretty boy with a tight ass and lots of money get under her skin.

Natsume gave herself a mental pat on the back. A pep talk and an aspirin was just what the doctor ordered.

Slipping from her bed, she shed her sky blue satin Chanel robe in favor for her monstrosity of a uniform and slid on her white tights and black ballet flats. She had half a mind to cut up the dress, but that would guarantee her expulsion from Ouran and she had a feeling she was getting on Reiji's last nerve. And she wanted to grind it down to the nubs before she did something really big to make him blow up.

Her cobalt blue Yatatsuba flip phone began blaring some J-rock song with weird lyrics and she grinded her teeth, trying to ignore the annoying noise. There was only one person in the whole world she knew that liked that kind of weird music. Her cooler, stronger, smarter, sweeter, nicer, prettier, better older by two years sister Karin.

"Yeah?" she grumbled softly, shoving her volleyball unifrom into her bag while cradling the phone to her shoulder. If there was one thing in this world Natsume didn't need, it was her so-much-more-better-than-she-could-ever-dream-to-be older sister calling. At least it wasn't Kaede. Kaede would have bit her head off through the phone for being five minutes late for school.

"Hello, my sweet baby sister!" Karin chirped happily, the sound of a bustling city behind her. Natsume got the sinking sensation that Karin was calling to gloat about something but act she really wasn't, just that she was sharing some really awesome news Natsume should know about. "Do you know where I am?"

"No," Natsume grunted, throwing the bag over her shoulder and slipping on a pair of white Dior tortuous shell sunglasses. She hoped to Buddha and all the rest of the gods she knew about that Karin wasn't in one of the places she loved best. Namely New York City, London, etc. "And frankly, I don't give-,"

"New York City! You know Emma, right? The girl who came from England? Anyways, her father sent a gold Visa for us to use! Emma-chan and I are going shopping at the Fifth Avenue Mall and Saks and Barney's-!"

Natsume flipped the phone shut and in an angry flurry of motion, she gathered all her books and walked out of the room, suddenly craving something sweet. Her personal maid, Megumi appeared out of nowhere, or it seemed like it, carrying a tray of dorayaki and a grape-colored mug of strong green tea. She watched silently as Natsume shoved pancake after pancake into her glossed mouth, her tawny eyes practically burning a hole through the purple shades of the sunglasses.

"Who does she think she is?" Natsume muttered, both walking down the hallway at the same furious pace. Megumi was barely breaking a sweat beside her. Three years and Megumi already knew how to handle her. Natsume hiked her bag up further, anger bubbling in her stomach along with her pancakes. "I mean, seriously! She acts all innocent and shit, but she's totally nawt. She a conniving bitch and I swear to God, if she calls me again . . ." She let out a frustrated sigh and walked out the front door, Megumi on her heels. "Just get a care package together for me. I'll write the letter when I get home. Maybe Kaede can be included in it."

"Of course," Megumi tucked the empty tray under her arm and took Natsume's empty mug. "Is there anything else you need?"

Natsume sighed softly; yanking open the door to the new 2010 model Yatatsuba black stretch limo before the driver could get out. "Just make sure you keep your job."

Megumi smiled and bowed, just as the car pulled out of the circular driveway. "Of course."

--X--

Kyoya propped his chin in his hand, watching as Natsume approached the front of the room. Her tawny eyes darted around nervously and she was forcing a pleasant smile on her face. He could see right through her and his seat was four rows from the front, by a window, on a sunny day. Meaning he shouldn't be able to how nervous she really was.

To her, that fifteen second walk to the front of the room must have felt like fifteen years. She was practically sweating even though the A/C was blasting, as usual. Her hands looked a little shaky. She couldn't seem to stand still for more than a few seconds. It was so obvious Social Studies wasn't her forte.

He could see her thoughts running across her mind. She was practically dying up there. He smirked, shifting for a more comfortable position. All week, Natsume had been confident and loud. While she was more into looking up the price of computer parts instead of using the time to research, she had looked in her element, surrounded by her peers and even helping a few. With their computer problems. No surprise there.

But research or not, she had studied enough to get a passing grade. Or that's what her tone of voice suggested. Kyoya felt some kind of weird feeling build in him. Her report wasn't exactly pathetic, but it was cutting close. Everyone was still riveted, because knowing Yatatsuba Natsume was like having the ultimate contact card. Being friends with a Yatatsuba was as good as being friends with the Ootori. Which was a grand investment in life.

Even if she had practiced her report, she still had to look at her card. It was kind of surprising. He was sure she would have done wonderfully in a drama production, what with her booming voice and incredible acting skills. But apparently standing in front of twenty-three students on a Friday after two weeks of researching wasn't for her. That feeling kept growing and he shifted again, his smirk fading some.

Suddenly, it hit him with the force of a slap. He was feeling sorry for Natsume. He immediately shoved it aside, allowing himself to turn away from her attempt at an oral report. Natsume was more of an in the moment kind of person. She could fake emotion and add lines all she wanted, but if she couldn't get the script down, she wasn't going to make it far. She wasn't going to be much use. And somehow, it bothered him that he had just thought that, even though it was true.

He let his eyes wander towards the window, tuning her out. He really didn't have the patience for his thoughts right.

So, what do you think? I know it's like 7 days late or whatever, but I tried, 'kay?

With that said, I need your help! Give me something to work with! Please?

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!

I'm outtie~CocoaAngel95 :]