*NOTE: Sorry it took me so long to do this update! I'm not very good at fight scenes (which this will prove)... I finally finished this while I was at work and it was a PAIN. Like.. I thought I was gonna die and not ever finish the chapter... But I did. Hopefully I won't take like two months to update again . anyway, enjoy!

The sound of footsteps was lost to the young couple as they groped and kissed. It wasn't until Ayame slipped her hands into Kyouya's pants—and a small complaint about him being soft—that Neyla cleared her throat. "Having fun I see? And you didn't even greet Yasuchika after I delivered him mostly unharmed!"

The vice grip that had stung him earlier came upon him again as Ayame's eyes bugged out of her head. For fear of Ayame's failure to let go of his genitals, Kyouya only turned his head to see full swells of breasts that looked as though they were about to pop out of a silky red corset. Impish green eyes locked onto his dark ones.

Heat filled Kyouya's face as his cock started to throb and Ayame shrieked. Her hands felt again like vices around his throbbing member as Neyla moved in closer. "Shoo little fly," she snarled at the girl.

Instead of letting go, Ayame tightened her grip. Kyouya's eyes started to bulge at the pressure being wrapped around his member. A pleading whimper escaped his lips, but was lost beyond the two girls. "Excuse me, but Kyouya and I are bit preoccupied. If you could take your voyeuristic little act somewhere else, that would be great."

"Hmm… Well lets let Kyouya-kun decide what he'd prefer, shall we?"

Kyouya's eyes were almost watering when Ayame's grip ceased. "Very well. Kyouya-kun," Her lips came close to his lips. "By the way, you shouldn't smoke. It gives you bad breath," she told Neyla who scowled and took another drag.

Ayame's lips felt thin against his. Her fingers nails dug into the skin of his arms and left imprints in his suit jacket. She tasted like garlic shrimp and red wine. "Mm, you taste delicious. Want some more?"

Neyla slipped an arm around his waist and pulled him close. "I don't think so," she said, exhaling cigarette smoke into his lungs. It made him feel good. The deprivation of oxygen was bringing him almost to a heightened state of euphoria. Her tongue swirled around his and he could feel Ayame's anger stricken eyes boring holes into their skin.

Neyla wouldn't break the kiss until Ayame left, making Kyouya lightheaded to the point of nearly collapsing. "The party's almost over, Kyou-kun. You might want to watch the battle. I promise it will be good." Kyouya staggered for breath as she sauntered away, her red dress trailing along the floor making her look like a blood-covered bride.

When the party had ended, Mori and Haruhi cleared the tables away to the sides of the great hall and waited for the two fighters to get ready. Each fighter was dressed in a black gi, no weapons to speak of. Yasuchika and the others held out by the party decorations and chairs that were still left out.

"So let's make the rules clear again, shall we," Neyla nodded to a tall dark haired man, " Yoshi, state all the rules and then we will begin our fight," she ordered.

Yoshi's eyes flickered to over to Kyouya and then back to the fighters. "No third party interference, any weapons accessible are aloud. Once an opponent can no longer stand or has by any means become incapacitated they lose. If Miss Neyla wins she stakes claim on Haninozuka Mitsukuni, however if he beats her he wins both his and Yasuchika's freedom."

"Sound fair, Honey?"

The smaller fighter nodded in acceptance. When both combatants made eye contact with Yoshi, he raised his hand to commence the battle. The air in the room seemed dead as both stared maliciously at each other, planning their first tactical moves.

She always takes the offensive. If I come at her, it will put her on the defense. I need to move now, Honey thought, but his calculations were too slow. As he started to move forward he felt firm fingers grab his shoulders and take him down. They tumbled, landing hard on the wood floor. Her first attack caught him off guard, but he wouldn't relent. He pushed forward with his entire body as Neyla's nails tore at the cloth barrier hanging loosely on his form.

Shreds of black fabric lay on the ground. Sharp red streaks lay among Honey's exposed chest. He heaved slightly before rushing at the girl who threatened to cage him. The air rushing past him glided along the cuts making them sting like dozens of bees.

A blur of blond was all she saw before feeling a powerful jabbing sensation under her ribcage into her softer organs. Her vision grew white around the edges and grew sharper as she tried to focus on the match. Wind was forced from her lungs. Her limbs felt like lead as she slumped into a wall. When did the room become so small? He was closing in on her, his leg rising up to her throat when something in her head started to ache.

Before it could register that he'd thrown something at her head, she hear something shatter on the ground and Honey's foot made contact with her neck. Heat rose around her face as oxygen became scarce. Fuzziness started accumulating within her head, making it hard to concentrate. Focus. Her eyes started to form into slits as she swiftly brought her own leg out, feet skimming the ground for a shard of whatever broke. A point caught the side of her foot and she immediate smelt the irony scent of her blood.

Toes curled around the sharpened ceramic, bringing more blood to the surface. An abnormal, yet familiar sensation came over her body. It was tantalizing and coursed through her spine down to the pit of her stomach. And a smirk formed on her lips.

Hoeny's attentiveness to the pressure on her neck was his immediate downfall. Something wedged between her toes, a piece of the bowl he'd thrown at her head sliced at his chest, dragging out more blood than all the cuts from her nails combined. It was then that he noticed the bloodlust growing in her eyes like some sort of ravenous demon.

Licking her lips, Neyla pushed her foot harder against Honey's skin. He knew he had to drop his leg and back away before the wounds became any deeper, but as he pushed his left foot to pivot and back away she grabbed the leg that had pinned her to the wall.

Her fingers glided up his leg until they reached his hips and shoved him down vigorously. "This is fun, Haninozuka." She discarded the piece of ceramic and started to pull him to his face. "But you can't quit now, I just started to have fun!" Neyla started to kick and punch in a rhythmic pattern that Honey started to notice. Like a piece of music she timed every hit, making contact in the exact same spots in every measure. Side, side, ribs, face. Face, side, ribs, side… He started to be able to calculate even the movement and footing. Predictable.

Pivot to parry; lunge to strike. Continuous movements. Neyla kept her mind on key points and strategies to win while the quiet voice in the back of her head whispered the words fix to kill.

"Are Kuran-san's movements getting faster?" Haruhi asked from the sidelines.

"Normally I'd say that Honey-senpai is just getting tired, but I actually think you're right, Haruhi." Kaoru looked over to his twin, "What do you think?"

"I've never seen Honey-senpai get tired. So I guess it's safe to assume that she's gotten faster."

"She seems rather focused, don't you think so? At first she seemed a bit sloppy, but as soon as she cut Honey-senpai she's become an entirely different fighter." Kyouya pointed out.

"It's a trait the Kuran family possesses. Even if fighting to the point of over-exertion or even at the brink of death, if one so much as smells the scent of another person's blood the become unstoppable." Mori's face was stern as he spoke, eyes not missing a second of the battle between the opponents.

Tamaki smiled. "But no one can beat, Honey-senpai. Especially not a girl! Right, Mori?" At Mori's silence, Tamaki became worried. "She can't possibly be able to beat Honey-senpai, right?"

"Tamaki, do you know Neyla Kuran is famous for?"

"She's a gang leader, for the Shunohaku, right?"

Kyouya pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and sighed. "She killed the rest of her family. There had bad dealings and one night between the young girl's family and Yakuza, but Neyla had been accused of going against her parents and got a gang together. It's been said it was her who butchered her family and then went after the man who had taken her in and murdered him as well."

Everyone but Mori seemed terrified by the statement that Kyouya made. It was Haruhi who first spoke up. "So, she could kill Honey-senpai if she gets too blood hungry?"

Before either Mori or Kyouya could answer, a large groan came from the fighters in the far corner of the room.

The feel of her nails in his wounds was unbearable, her fingers trying to peel his skin from his body made him wonder what he had done to deserve the torture. It wasn't in Honey's nature to be excessively violent, meaning there was no way he could even fathom a win unless he got desperate. His opponent was seasoned in the art of killing, not just fighting, and she would go to any means to get what she wanted, he knew this.

His body slid to the floor with a thud as he elicited a groan. He wasn't used to this sadistic style of fighting. Even with the training the Haninozuka family put him under there was no means to which he could see finding a way out.

"Ready to give up, darling?"

There was something ravenous about her glare. She seemed hungry to inflict pain. She wrapped herself around him tightly, barricading any airway he had with her sumptuous chest. Her arms pushed him deeper between her large breasts and he was almost out of oxygen. His body spasmed and bucked, but she leaned all her weight against his face. His legs kicked, pelvis pushed forward. A catty moan came from the younger girl and she shoved her hips down to meet him. Every time he moved she would press down and the heat between them would grow and an uncomfortable rate.

She let go of his head when his body was starting to feel like dead weight. "Don't pass out now, the fun is only beginning!" Neyla licked her lips, pressed her lips to Honey's ear. " Come on, Mitsukuni. I want to hear you beg for an end." She trailed her tongue in the shell of his ear and crushed her pelvis once more into his.

Something about the way she moved was bugging him now, or maybe it was just he way his body was responding to her attacks. Honey felt dizzy, disconnected from his body. He was a specter floating through and above his soma. Neyla lay in wait for the attack she was sure he'd bring if he could fill his lungs with enough oxygen. But it wasn't coming. She looked over at the spectators on the other side of the room, taking in the group of mortified people. A smirk developed when she made eye contact with Kyouya. A pang of need rushed into her abdomen, heating her up even more than the bloodlust.

The distraction of the Ootori giving a smirk back was her only clue that Honey had moved off to elsewhere. She looked over to the empty spot where he had been trying to catch his breath and swung her leg out in a roundhouse kick. Her foot caught the side of his exposed ribcage, sending him vigorously into a pile of chairs and tables. When Neyla looked back over to the group Kyouya's expression was dismal.

"Cheer up, Mr. Miser. You can always pimp out those twins for more sales… Or you could sell yourself?"

She sauntered over to the group who just watched, waiting for Honey to make a miraculous recovery, but after a few minutes of being unresponsive Yoshi called the match to an end.

A/N: So.. That's the [not so epic] fight scene! Let me know what you think, s'il vous plait? Next time: raunchy sex scene :D :D :D

Hope you have/will enjoy -Zyla