Revenge is a dish best served beautifully


"Where's Kaoru?"

"Ne, he's still not talking to me."

"You should have just took responsibility for what you did, instead of blaming it on your brother."

"It's not that, he's ashamed that I blamed him for something so lame, he said it was like rubbing his name in the dirt, now I'm afraid what he's going to do with my name."

Haruhi snickered, feeling the weight of her boyfriends arm being dropped around her shoulder, and leaned into his warmth that didn't really mean anything as it was still around seventy-degrees outside, with it being August, and sighed, loosing all tension in her shoulders, as she had no classes to worry about until later that day.

Hikaru blinked, looking up towards the ceiling, not all that worried about what his brother could do, since Kaoru was the nicer one, and probably didn't even have something in mind and just wanted to annoy him.

He grinned for no reason, rubbing his nose up against her cheek and snickered when she kinked her neck, trying to make him stop, or in just a cute reaction to being ticklish; either way it was adorable.

"Haruhi?" he suddenly spoke up, with his arm lazily draped over her shoulders, throwing out his other arm to add a hint of dramatic effect with his large sigh. "I'm bored."

"You're always bored." Haruhi muttered, rolling her eyes, as she was thankful the hall they were down, was completely abandoned by other people, so Hikaru could be affectionate all he wanted to be, and she didn't have to hear whispered of them being gay.

Not that Hikaru cared, he was non judgemental.

"What should we do?" he grumbled in thought, his golden eyes flickering around the hall, looking for something that would entertain him. "Why is there literally nothing to do in college? we have classes all day long and still aren't old enough to do the fun stuff."

Haruhi blinked, feeling his fingers playing with the tips of her hair on the other side of her head, and tried to see what he meant about fun stuff. "What fun stuff can you not do, that you don't already do?"

"You know, like get drunk and party half-naked."

"We skinny-dipped in a pool half-naked yesterday, what more do you want?"

"We were literally in there for like ten minutes before we were forced out."

"Yes, I'm sure the swim coach apologizes for doing his job."

"Damn him for looking at me in my underwear, I feel so embarrassed."

Haruhi rolled her eyes, catching his sarcasm instantly, looping her fingers in his with the same hand that was hung over her arms, almost ignoring his constant babbling as she felt as if she could fall asleep as they were walking, just from being so comfy.

"Haruhi, are you listening to me?"

"I hear you talking."

Hikaru pouted slightly at that, but shrugged it off as he knew there was no helping the fact that Haruhi was a lazy person, even too lazy to hear him talk and reply, and licked his lips in thought, trying to think of something they could do before they had to go to their evening class.

Which was the boringness class they had, their morning class however, was the one they all had together, him Kaoru and Haruhi.

He, unfortunately, was in a programing class in the evening, while Kaoru was in a special arts class, and Haruhi was in some strange law curse to get her J.D degree. They were currently getting their classes worked out so all three of them could take afternoon classes together.

"I have an idea." He blurted out, his rhythmic steps coming to an instant stop as his face was filled with the look as if he had just thought of the greatest thing.

Haruhi sighed, lifting her head off his shoulder, that had just started to get comfy to her, and looked over towards him annoyed. "What?"

"We should find the closeted empty class room..."

"And?"

"And make-out."

"..."

"No," she replied solemnly, her eyes bored and un amused as she let her hand look from his hand and started walking ahead. "Why does everything revolve around us making out? is that all you think about? is that all I'm here for? just someone for you to make-out with?"

"No," he assured her, a grin tugging at his lips as she looked over at her with a look on his face, convincing her with just him following her and wrapping his arm around her waist. "I'm was just kidding, you're such a girl, so cute."

"I am a girl," she retorted, sticking her bottom lip out, just slightly, her brow narrowed in discouragement, elbowing him lightly in the ribs. "Just for that, I refuse to make-out with you today."

"What, like this?" He grinned, spinning her around in a whirl, slamming his lips roughly down on hers, moving his hand behind her head so she couldn't move away from his sudden action of affection.

Haruhi squeaked slightly, before her small squeal was cut off by her mouth being captured in his, and pressed her hands up to his chest, in attempt to push him away, but was so taken by the kiss that it actually felt good and found herself melting in his arms rather than trying pull herself out of them.

Smirking between their lips, and loving the way he could control her without even trying, and pressed her body closer to him with his arms moving to her back, his finger tips tangling themselves in her hair behind her neck.

Haruhi moaned faintly, subconsciously moving her hand up to the back of his neck, causing a spark to shoot down his back, fondling with his bright orange hair. "Hikaru..."

"Hmm, I thought you said you refuse to kiss me today," He smirked, pulling away once for air, but quickly when back to her mouth, trying to talk every break to breathe. "You taste minty."

"Quit documenting my mouth."

Hearing him snicker between their lips, Haruhi felt her boyfriends hand run up her side, fiddling playfully with the hem of her shirt, twirling it around with his finger, and stopped all movement when she all of a sudden felt his tongue asking for passage into her mouth.

She gave a quiet sigh, trying not to let him in, as open mouth kisses never really appealed to her as much as they did to him, but eventually she lost and gave up, letting him win over her mouth completely.

Stepping forward, forcing her to follow his lead, Hikaru gently pressed her up against the crisp clean wall, at the door frame to a random door, with his hand running through the hair above her ear, and his eyes flickering occasionally.

Haruhi blinked, their tongues barely grazing one another, causing a shiver to sprang up her spine, and a tingling feeling go down her arms and made her finger tips tremor in the moment, and was about to let out another moan, particularly his name, but was cut short of that when their mouths clashed together once more.

Slipping his tongue gracefully over her bottom lip as he pulled it away, he with his arms still clung to her as if she was his life source, and refused to let her go, showing how he loved her, and that she wasn't just there to kiss him, while kissing her.

Bravo Hikaru, bravo.

"Um, excuse me, but do you two mind not continuing your public affections in the middle of the hallway? and canoodle in some other room?"

"..."

"..."

"It would be greatly appreciated."

Clearing her throat as she pulled her face away slightly from her boyfriends, with the tips of their noses brushing against the other as they stood up straight, slowly detaching themselves as they were caught in yet another awkward situation.

That's officially make it five times in one week.

Hikaru found sheer amusement in that fact.

Licking his lower lip, as If that would make the person who was standing behind him, vanish, or at least stop that person from breathing hot air down his neck, and blinked his half-lidded eyes a few times, blushing slightly from the angle he was at on his girlfriend.

Because he could see right down her shirt.

He hummed slightly, stepping a pace away from Haruhi who stood up straight after being held up against the wall, and took a slow glance over his shoulder, only to be face-to-face with the vice principal of the building.

Why was it always the adults who interrupted them in their amorous advances all them time?

Twirling his white whiskers in his thumb and index finger, the vice principal cleared his throat, ridding his mouth of its saliva, and looked towards the adult/teen couple solemnly, waiting for them to move along.

"Alright sheesh, if you're going to be stingy about it," Hikaru muttered, gripping Haruhi's hand affectionately, and rolled his eyes at the elder, leading her away into the random door that was off to the side, and didn't take too long to get to it.

Hikaru continued to look at the elder suspiciously until he was well out of sight to them.


On the other side of the large building, towards the left of the special arts class, in the sixth bathroom of the college section, whistling in a fake innocent manner, Kaoru Hitachiin stood in the middle of the tiled floor, his arm folded over his chest, with his finger to his chin thoughtfully.

He licked his lips, looking at his work of art, moving his hands to make a camera shape, outlining the wall.

He looked at it for a few more long-lasting moments, savoring the sight as if it were a delicious piece of fruit, and tucked his pink chalk into his pocket, along with his blue, green, red and purple one.

He turned around, his self-pride shooting up a little over max as casted once last glance over his shoulder, before walking away from the scene.

"Who knew revenge could look so beautiful." He mused to himself, and continued on whistling as he fled.


Once inside the room, alone, (after they checked) the overly affectionate couple clung to each to the other, continuing their passionate, amorous actions, with the air becoming a little thick as the time past on.

Caressing her cheek with his gentle palm, Hikaru closed his eyes again, this time with his back to the wall, with his bright orange bangs blending into her chocolate-brown ones as their faces were smashed together.

Moaning into his kiss again, Haruhi pressed her hands against his chest caressing the wrinkles in his shirt with his fingers, wondering how something, that spilled obnoxious comments all day long, could taste so sweet when it counted.

Hikaru made more hum sounds as he pulled and re-attached his mouth to hers, in a way to keep breath in his lungs, and to continuously kiss his lover without stopping, and wrapped his arm around the lower part of her back, slamming her into his groin in excitement.

He grinned once more, gripping a chunk of her brown locks in his fingers, holding it securely, then loosened his hold on it as he then moved his hand to the back of her neck, touching skin to skin, holding each other in place.

Then, as if she suddenly felt a twinge of hesitation, after this whole time, Haruhi stopped responding to his lavishes kisses, and stopped all movement of her body, which caused Hikaru to stop, concerned he was doing something that wasn't quite to her liking.

He blinked, his golden eyes slowly fluttering open, looking down at her face as she lowered it, looking towards the floor. "What's the matter?" he asked, half unnerved and half in discouragement.

"Nothing," Haruhi assured him, blinking her beautifully large brown orbs up towards his face in a glance as she looked over the room. "Just wondering what rom you took us to this time."

He smirked at that comment, licking the top row of his teeth, glancing around the room, which he was painfully familiar with, and had weekly classes in. "What? it was closest."

"But the gym?"

"Are we alone?"

"Yes."

"Well than there you go~"

The girl sighed, looking around the large gym room, similar looking to the one used in Renge's attempt at making a Host-club in High-school, except this was in the college division of the building.

She blinked, looking towards the tall basketball hoop, and other physical workout things around randomly, and licked her dry lips, a smirk instantly forming on them as she tried to think of something that would cause Hikaru to lose interest in making out, since she had suddenly lost the urge to.

"Bet you can't shoot a three-pointer."

Hikaru blinked, wondering if he had heard her right, and smirked at the thought of betting with the girl, and the things he could achieve, then crossed his arms as they stepped away from one another.

"Oh? I believe I've ben initiated to a challenge."

Hikaru nodded, his eyes narrowed, looking towards the tall basketball hoop, smirking as he held his hand out, waiting for the preferred object to be placed in it. "Ball." He demanded harmlessly, with all the determination he could muster.

Haruhi snickered, walking over to the benches, grabbing a basketball out form the large basket that was filled with them, dropped it on the floor once in a failed attempt to dribble and tossed it over to him, which wasn't all the far away.

Apparently Hikaru was too lazy to walk five steps to get his own ball.

The moment leather brown ball touched his skin, he upturned his hand, dropping it on to the crisp shiny floor, catching it once it bounced up, and dropped it again, this was a repeated cycle until he felt right, then caught it one last time, and held the ball to his chest, smirking at the thought that Haruhi apparently didn't know that he played basketball with a team every Thursday.

Actually she did know, but apparently was dumb enough to bet that he couldn't shoot a three-pointer.

Of course he could shot a three-pointer, what did she think?

Hikaru licked his bottom lip, backing up to the point where he was at the third line, and stared intently at the hoop and its shiny netted ring, rubbing the leather with his overly pampered fingers, as if it would give him some sort of good luck, which he obviously didn't need.

He backed up one more step, being inches behind the third line, (he didn't want to cheat) and dropped the ball down on the floor a few more times, making Haruhi wonder what the ball had done wrong, and wondered when he was going to shoot it already.

Haruhi raised her eyebrow, being so tired from their past make-out session to stand any longer, and plopped herself down comfortably on the first row of benches. Watching her boyfriend stare at the hoop a few more minutes, before dribbling the ball with one hand again, and couldn't help but tease him.

"Are you scared of it?"

"What? no," Hikaru glared determinedly, stopping all movement of the ball, and bit his lips. "Watch a master in the making Haruhi, you'll regret making this bet."

Haruhi nodded, still wondering when he was going to throw it, or if he thought that if he did, he'd get bit. "Okay."

"If I make it, you have to do a privet photo-shoot with me and Kaoru, with the sexy kitty outfit, like the one we did with the bunny suit."

"What? no, I don't wanna."

"And if I miss, I'll leave you alone for a whole day to study."

"...Okay, fine."

Feeling the sudden urge to win, more than from he beginning, Hikaru filled his chest up with air, biting the skin on his lips one more time, before he raised his arms up, holding the ball with both hands, and shot the ball towards the hoop.

But it went too high, bounced off the back, and missed.

Haruhi had to cover her mouth as she busted out laughing.

Hikaru made a low growl sound with his mouth, an irritation mark quickly forming at his forehead, staring at the ball, that he once cradled in his hands, watching it bounce and flee to the back of the court.

"Oh it did not just do that," he gasped, folding his arms over his stomach, gripping the hem of his white, figure sitting shirt, and threw it over his head, messing up his hair only slightly. "Haruhi, hold my shirt."

Haruhi blinked, leaning forward as she caught his shirt barely by an inch before it touched the floor, and looked at him confused. "Oh, so you don't get sweaty?"

"I don't sweat Haruhi, I sparkle."

"Oh... okay."

Hikaru glared, extending his arm out towards his girlfriend again, as if he was expecting her to give him something. "Haruhi, ball."

She blinked again, folding up his shirt and placed it on her lap, thinking the benches would be too dirty for her to just lay it on them, and raised her brow again. "But you already missed."

"You didn't say how many shots I could take, so therefore, shall take as many as I want."

Haruhi cocked her head to the side, looking at the edge of the court, where the former ball was siting, and had just stopped rolling when it hit the wall. "But that one just right there."

"I'm not walking over there, just hand me another one."

Haruhi sighed, standing up slightly as she grabbed another ball from the basket, thought it would be ridiculous and try to dribble it again, and just tossed it over to him carelessly, then sat back down.

bending down to pick the ball up which landed a foot away from him, only to drop it on the floor again, and again, before decided that it was pointless to dribble this one, and just threw it at the hoop again, glaring at it the whole time from when it left his hand, to when it got to the net.

It got to the net, but rolled off the ring and missed again.

"Damn it!"

Haruhi snickered again, holding her lips as her boyfriend looks over at her suspiciously, and demanded yet another ball to dispose of.

This time, with all the irritation, he threw it too high that it even went over the backboard.

"Blasted, stay in there damn it!"

"You don't have to make it in, I was only kidding, forget about the bet."

"It's not about the bet anymore, this damn hoop has personal issues with me."

"..."

"Ball."

She shook her head in her best friend, slash boyfriend, and shot him the ball again, this time it actually ended up in his hands and he backed up a little again, (Since the ball went to high last time) and slammed it violently to the floor again, before tossing it up again.

Both Hikaru and Haruhi stared intently at the ball, as it gracefully flew through the air above, landing right on the hoop, rolling around on it exactly three times before it decided where it wanted to go.

And it fell right out.

"Alright bastard, want to be difficult, fine, Haruhi, Ball."

Haruhi rolled her eyes again and tossed him another, not even bothering to sit back down anymore; it was pointless if she was to get up every five minutes anyway.

Hikaru glared viciously, gripping the ball to the point he wanted to pop it, and thought he would with his own fingers, looking at the hoop, wondering whether if it was the net that hated him, or if it was the ball the had problems.

There was no way Hikaru would admit, that maybe it was just him.

He took another deep breath, throwing the ball to the floor, just once, and tossed it towards the hoop again in all concentration.

Swoosh-

The the ball landed in the trashcan behind the post.

"..."

"How is this even possible!?"

"...Well at least you shot it into something."

"That's not the point!"

"The trashcan's even further than the hoop, and your standing on the third-line, so that should count more, right?"

"It's out of bounds!"

"I suppose that makes sense."

Hikaru's ego had ben taken down a notch.

Suppose that, that was the main goal of the hoop?

Hikaru was now convinced that the hoop was on purposely making him look like a fool in front of his girlfriend.

Damn hoop.

"Haruhi, ball."

The eighteen year old brunette sighed, picking up the second ball he had thrown that had somehow rolled over to her, and was about to toss it to him, when he suddenly turned around in a whirl and looked at her as if she did something offensive.

"Not that one," he grumbled. "That one has bad mojo."

"But it's already just sitting here," she sighed, looking at the ball that looked as saw nothing wrong with it, but looked up towards Hikaru's irritated face and just dropped it, grabbing another. "Fine, here."

Huffing out air he collected in his cheeks, Hikaru glared, looking at the fresh, new ball, and tossed it up to the ring, but just as he had done so, the double doors to the gym opened up, and something stepped inside. The persons heavy footsteps across the polished floor knocked Hikaru out of his zone, and the ball he had just threw up, missed, just as all the others did.

Hikaru blamed the person.

"Excuse me," the man said deeply, his salt and pepper hair going along with his greyish mustache. "There you are Mr. Hitachiin, are you busy?"

In the background, Hikaru tossed up another ball that was just sitting there from his past attempts, but it bounced off the rim and came back and hit him in the head.

Talk about bad mojo.

"What?!" Hikaru blurted out, causing the poor middle-aged man to flinch in surprise. "Yes I'm busy, can't you see?!"

Haruhi blinked, hoping they wouldn't get in more trouble for him being rude.

"I see that Hikaru Hitachiin, but, do you mind coming with me for a moment?"

"What part of me being busy, don't you understand?!"

"This is about the mess you made in the bathroom."

"...Huh?"


Haruhi sighed, her arms crossed as she looked over towards her boyfriend, wondering how he was able to make a mess when she had ben with him the whole day, but really didn't put anything past him.

Hikaru glared suspiciously at the bathroom wall they were led into, looking at a very colorful, very large, drawing of birds and large swirls, and a sun right in the middle. It took up a whole section of the wall. It also seemed to be drawn in chalk.

Though drawn right in the middle of the sun, was two black stick figures, one with what looked like messy orange hair, with the other one, which seemed to have brown hair. Hikaru only guessed that it was him and Haruhi.

Why did he guess that?

Because they had their names written down right below inside a cute red heart, right above the very big bulky lettering, We're gay~!

Though way below any of that, Hikaru noticed something written in very tiny kanji, and had to knelt down to read it.

Revenge 8-)

Hikaru stared at it, nobody would be able to see that part though, and he was just fortunate to, and his eyebrow twitched irritably as he looked down at the bucket of water and soap they were given to clean it all up.

"...That sneaky bastard."

Haruhi thought is was very impressive artwork, and continued to stare at it, and was it just her, or was there suspicious muffled laughter coming from around the corner?