Natsume slid out of the car and slammed the door, Kyoya standing beside her. He looked pissed, with his ruffled hair and greasy face. When she had called him, she hadn't realized he had gone to bed already. Who goes to bed on at nine thirty on a Friday night anyways? Or any night? Had he never heard of the term of staying up late?

He shifted in his sandals and Natsume pursed her glossed lips. "What are you pissy about? I'm the one moving."

She watched as he clenched his jaw and shot her a very dirty look. "You woke me up at twelve midnight so that we could hike up a hill?" He scowled as Natsume rolled her eyes, sweeping past him. "Honestly, Natsume-san. Can you be anymore annoying?"

To shut him up, she looked him right in the eye, and said in a very serious voice. "How come you never say chan after my name, huh?"

He stayed quiet for exactly thirty seconds. She smiled to herself. He was flustered! Ha! Take that Ootori Kyoya!

He huffed and straightened his glasses, following after her. "Why are we doing this? I'd rather be at home, sleeping, like normal people."

"We aren't normal people, Kyoya," she snorted. "When have kids with nine-digit inheritance ever been normal?"

He eyed her for a second as she placed her hands on the hips of her dark wash True Religion skinny jeans. "Again, I ask, why are we out here?"

She heaved an exasperated sigh, looking towards the indigo sky. "I thought you might enjoy the fresh air, you emo. Can we at least sit for a second and nawt think? Is there anything you do besides drool over the amount of cash you have at your fucking fingertips?"

He arched an eyebrow at her, crossing his arms. "What does that have to do with sitting on top a hill?"

"Well, if you would shut up," she glared up at him, turning of the heel of her Uggs. "I could show you."

He shut up and she smirked to herself, starting towards the heel. "Besides, the fresh air will be good for your brain. You're always cramped up in your room, making budgets for your little club."

"It isn't my club," he sighed, sidestepping something that looked suspiciously like dog poop. "It's Tamaki's. I am only vice-president to the Host Club. It's my job to-"

"Oh save it," she waved her hand in the air, ignorant to his twitching eyebrow. "I don't need a blow by blow. I just asked a simple question." She glanced over the shoulder of her red hooded cotton vest at him. "You don't seem like the type who enjoys giving other people pleasure. Why'd you join?"

She watched as he blinked, practically seeing the memories swirling in the dark gray depths of his eyes. She raised an eyebrow as he smiled, more to himself than anything and shook his head. "It's a complicated story. But it was originally Tamaki's idea."

"I know that. But why?" They stopped at the base of the hill and she kicked a rock, looking sideways at him. "I mean, dude's flamboyant. I walked in yesterday and he practically sat me in his lap!" Her face scrunched up with mock anger and Kyoya chuckled. "That does sound like Tamaki."

She smirked and went into a perfect Tamaki impression, placing a hand on her heart and holding an invisible flower out to Kyoya. "Ah, my dear, what lovely eyes you have. Such a beautiful tawny! And your skin! So soft and fair! You are a beauty! Worthy of a thousand men." She smiled as Kyoya chuckled. "He's so, like, eccentric!"

"He is," Kyoya agreed, nodding as they stared up. "But he's a good friend. And once you get used to his extravagant behavior, it's actually pleasant being around him."

Natsume stared at him and he blinked, looking back at her. "You did nawt just say that, did you?"

"Say what?" He looked completely confused and she laughed brightly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "No way! I never thought I'd see the day! This is history in the making!"

"What?" He furrowed his brow as she hooted. "What did I say that was so funny, Natsume-" He cut himself off, looking even more confused as she laughed harder.

"Oh Gawd," she giggled, flouncing up the hill. "You're so damn gullible! You could just call me by name you know. We are getting married."

"So I've heard," he muttered and she smirked. "Can you please tell me what has you practically rolling about on the floor?"

"ROFL."

"What?" He shot her a dirty look as she continued spouting out more weird letters. "OMG! WTF!"

"Speak like a human being please," he said rather crossly, folding his arms tightly and looming over her.

She grinned up at him, walking up the hill backwards. "ROFL means rolling on the floor with laughter. Kind of like, LOL."

She let him think about for a second before his eyes lit up with understanding. "Laughing out loud?"

She reached out and patted his shoulder. "You're such a smart boy, Kyoya! You should have your own television show!"

"Oh shut up," he shrugged her hand off and hiked up past her. "Let's just see what's at the top."

"You know, this is a big hill!" she called after him. "It's gonna take us a while. But, that's only if you're up for it."

He huffed as she smirked up at him, shooting a glare down at her. "You brought me here. We might as well get up there and see what's so amazing."

Her smirk dropped as she joined him. "I know sarcasm, Kyoya. I'm not stupid, you know."

"I didn't say you were." He smiled pleasantly at and she pursed her lips. "In fact, you're a very smart girl, Natsume. Quite devious and a little smarter than I give you credit for."

She eyed him for a moment, completely untrusting. "Are you joking?"

He shook his head. "Nope."

"How do I know your not?" She cocked her head, crossing her arms. "How do I know you're just not trying to butter me up now and use me later?" An angry swirl of embarrassment and hurt flickered through her eyes and he blinked, his smile slipping. She turned suddenly and started up the hill again. "Whatever."

His stomach twisted itself into a million knots as she watched her. She had looked utterly pissed when she had said that. And he felt strangely guilty for actually thinking like that about her. Was he really like that? Using people for his own personal gain, only to ditch them later?

"Hurry up slow poke." Her voice broke into his and he looked up. Her eyes were hooded and her eyes weren't swirling anymore, but she still looked ready to drop kick him. She held out her hands, standing on a flat clearing at the top. "Come on. I'm tired of waiting for you."

Wordlessly, he took her hand and she gripped his wrist, pulling him up with surprising strength. The momentum slammed them together and she rolled her eyes, dropping his wrist. "Well, aren't you the gawky teenager?" She smirked and turned towards the edge of the hill. "But with a view like this, I guess I can forgive you."

He felt his breath seize up in his throat. He had never really seen Tokyo from up in the air. There were so many lights. You could see practically the whole island, lit up and shimmering in the night. Natsume rapped her knuckles across the chest of his white Henley. "Isn't it awesome? I used to come up here with Karin and Kaede . . . when they were actually nice and worth the effort."

"Wow," he breathed and she laughed. "That's what I said too!" She rocked back on her heels and stared out, a small smile on her glossed lips. "I used to love coming up here and letting the stress melt out of me. Whenever I can, I jog up and down this hill a couple of times. It really keeps me in shape."

They stood silent, enjoying the sight. She sighed and shook her head. "Anyways, enough nostalgia." She flopped back on the ground, Kyoya sitting cross-legged beside her. "Kaede and Karin have probably forgotten about this place. I mean, it's not like their lives are uber-hard and uber-tiring."

He looked to her and after a moment, she laughed, sadness etched into her tawny eyes. "Listen to me, I sound so damn old and bitter." She ripped up a long blade of grass and wrapped it around her index finger until the tip turned purple. "I mean, they're like, so damn perfect! Reiji doesn't bag on them at all! It's all about Kaede and Karin. If one them does something, the other has trump it and then I'm stuck having to trump them both." She shook her head dejectedly.

"I know how that feels," Kyoya muttered and she smiled at him. "It's not exactly worth it, especially since I know I can just make my own company."

"That takes time," she said after a beat. "And patience. You have to get everything lined up and then you have to have people invest. You have to have contacts and people who actually believe that you're really worth all the time and trouble." Her chin quivered. "It's all so much. But yeah, I guess, in the end, it's well worth it. If your company succeeds and you make a decent living off of it."

She looked at him and his eyes softened as he smirked at her. "That sounds about right. It's well worth it in the end."

Nodding, she pulled her knees to her chest, yanking up blades of grass. They sat silently, letting the cool breeze wind around them. The city twinkled below them, full of sounds. The bay glittered purple and red and orange from the lights from the city and houses.

"Hey," she mumbled, causing him to snap out of his peaceful state.

"Yes?" he said softly, uncrossing his long legs and leaning back on his palms.

"Did you," she bit her lip, looking away from him. "Did you mean, what you said, when Kaede came home?"

His mind went back to that night, when Natsume had all but punched Kaede, when everyone had been so . . . inconsiderate of Natsume. The whole night had been based around Kaede. Kaede this, Kaede that. They were constantly rubbing it in Natsume's face that Kaede was better than her in every way possible. They were both the same height, had the same eyes, had the same hair color, and yet, Kaede was prettier, smarter, better.

He looked to Natsume beside him, who looked rather pitiful sitting here. She looked like she was baring her soul, her eyes empty and secluded. A sigh escaped his lips. "I did, at one point. But it bothers me now. I thought that if we were both in it for the money, we could get through it, act as if nothing was possible wrong this messed up arrangment. But that's different now." He pulled up a blade of grass and twirled it through his long fingers.

"How's it different?" she asked, sounding almost suspicious.

"Well," he blew out a bout of air, sitting up and crossing his legs again. "You're obnoxious, loud and overbearing. You take everything to the next degree, whether it's needed or not. But you're also passionate and ready to do what it takes to make sure everything goes smoothly. You're smarter than you look, and devious to the point where I sometimes envy you." He smirked as she smirked, both thinking of that weird incident in the cafeteria.

A rumor had been going around about the host club, ever since the news club had upped the ante and managed to score quite a few stories that were both shocking and real. Anyways, the club leader had found him and his members backed into an empty classroom and forced to watch yaoi, just so they knew what they were really talking about. After that, he and the club members were prone to running, scared shitless away from Natsume . . . or anyone that was part of the volleyball team. But it was mostly Natsume.

He chuckled as humor trickled into her eyes. "I don't think Haruhi could have been more grateful."

Natsume laughed, looking back towards the lights. "So you and Haruhi are only friends then?"

He nodded. "Yes. Just friends. You'd like her."

Natsume cocked her head, smirking mischievously. "I've already met her." She shook her head. "Anyways, Tamaki seems intent on her. I don't think you're mean enough to take her." she pursed her lips, eyeing him. "Then again . . ."

"Don't look at me like that," he said with a straight face and she burst into laughter, standing up and brushing her pants off. "I was only joking Kyoya." She winked. "Or am I?"

Before he could ask anything, she flounced off, seemingly in a better mood than she was before. He glanced at his cell phone (it was a new model Yatatsuba HandiMan, which was like a Blackberry, but much better and sleeker with a program installed that was of Natsume's own personal design) and found that it was nearly two in the morning. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He wasn't going to get much sleep tonight. But it was worth it.


Like said, it's the little moments that count!

And, they even cleared some things up!

Oh, don't you just love young love?

I'm outtie ~CocoaAngel95 :]