Note: You can see there is a slight change in Kyoya's childhood character. I can attribute this the the fact that (a) he's older now and therefore, more mature, and (b) he's been living with his father and without a mother figure for two years.

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"Haven't we been to this memory already?" Kyoya asked upon finding himself and Haruhi at the beach once more.

"Actually, we visited the beach quite frequently when my mother was still alive. It was my dads second favorite thing to do."

"The first?" He asked, half heartedly interested.

"Play dress up." She looked away and smiled.

They went along the boardwalk while observing Ranka chasing after a six year old Haruhi and Kotoko serenely watching her husband and daughter play on the sand.

I really miss memories like this, Haruhi thought.

Ranka was now playing tag with the little Haruhi. He was it. She was running away from her father, when all of a sudden Kotoko called him. He turned to run back to her, but Haruhi, distracted by the call as well, tripped on an unseen object.

"Oof!" She turned around to see what she tripped on and found that it wasn't an object - but a boy about her age with black hair and gray-brown eyes.

The present Haruhi widened her eyes at a revelation.

"Senpai... Isn't that you?" she asked - though she was pretty sure it was.

Kyoya stared at the boy, somewhat unconvinced that he would be at a commoners beach. But the presence of a sleeping nanny beside him confirmed it: that boy, in the white shorts and the yellow Charlie Brown-esque tee, was indeed Kyoya Ootori.

Haruhi, wearing pretty much the same thing in purple, apologized. The best thing for Haruhi to do after that would have been to leave right then and there, but she hesitated at seeing his leg bleed from the scratch she had given him.

Sadly, even at at the young innocent age of seven, Kyoya – was Kyoya.

"One hundred and fifty yen," Kyoya said to her, "one hundred and fifty yen to dress this wound."

At first she didn't get it, but then -

"You're asking me to give you money?" Haruhi asked incredulously.

"Of course not," he replied arrogantly "I have the money. But you're in debt now. You owe it to me."

The older Kyoya now smiled at himself.

"I guess you were an egoist back then too," the present Haruhi stated - not at all in disbelief.

"Of course," he replied in a matter-of-fact manner, "how else could I have gotten to the way I am now if I didn't take root at an early age?"

"Rich bastard..." Haruhi muttered under her breath as she watched the scene unfold.

"No way," said the Haruhi on the sand, her little arms crossed in defiance.

"If you don't have the money to pay for it now, I could draft you a five week plan." little Kyoya compromised.

"Wouldn't your wound be healed by then?"

"Thats irrelevant. Your debt is not dependent upon when the wound heals, but the time and money spent on dressing the wound. First I need to wash it with warm water and soap, then I need to use one sheet of paper towel to dry it, followed by a swab of antibiotic ointment, then a bandage. All of those things together should equal around one hundred and fifty yen."

Haruhi stood there, feeling a strange surge of annoyance and disbelief.

"It's a fair deal if you ask me. And thats not even charging you for the time you've wasted for me now.", Kyoya reasoned.

"Oh – Shit!"

Kyoya and Haruhi turned to where they heard the faint cursing. His nanny had woken and was now staring at her watch. She looked around for Kyoya, and spotted him next to a kid with long hair.

"Kyoya, we have to get going!" she yelled as she jogged towards him.

"But I still have some busi-"

She grabbed his hand.

"-Lets go."

The older Haruhi was now doubled over from laughing so hard. Kyoya couldn't help but smile also.

"Well, you definitely got what you deserved." she said, feeling quite good over what transpired ten years ago.

Kyoya continued to stare at the children as the distance between them grew.

"Wonder what they're thinking. . ." Haruhi pondered.

Haruhi, at only six years of age, had just fallen into financial debt , out of it – and now stared at the strangest boy she had ever met being dragged away by his nanny.

Gee that was a weird kid. . .

While Kyoya stared back at what could have potentially been a profitable business transaction.

Gee that was a pretty boy. . .