A/N: Any similarities or coincidences to other stores or real people are not purposeful, merely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. I am not promoting hotels, it is merely a setting. I do not promote any similar brand names, they belong to their rightful owners.

Fight

Rapidly, she grabbed her toiletries and a change of clothes, and entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. Then stripped her clothes and stepped into the scalding, yet calming water. Kyouya's watch struck 8:35 by the time she was finished showering.

She stuck her head out of the door and made sure to cover her naked body, "what time is it?"

"8:37," he responded promptly. She shut the door and towel dried her hair as much as possible, and then decided to wear black shorts reaching mid-thigh and a loose gray 'V' neck similar to Kyouya's. Her chest made the fabric tighter, but not enough to entirely stretch it. A charcoal cardigan adorned her shoulders. She pulled her hair up into a Korean-style bun.

"Adequate. Casual." Keyara didn't know whether to accept the compliment or not. Immediately he continued working on his computer, typing a report or whatever it is that he does. "My father would like you to get surgery done on your eyes here in the States before we return. He will go on ahead of us, then we will meet him there." He took out a packet of papers as well, "And sign these marriage papers."

She took the packet and neatly scrawled her name on the lines needed, "Laser surgery? Why not just use contacts?"

"He feels it would help your work and your image by improving it even more."

"So…You are allowed to have glasses though." She paused for an excruciatingly long time. "To show your wealth, your power, or knowledge. Which one? Or all three?" She began to get worked up.

"Keyara. Stop hounding me with questions just because you are upset, my father's words are final."

"So then why is it that you are said to be the next heir? It seems you have no power at all."

"Do not question where I stand in my own family." He glared up at her through his frames.

She took a breath and changed the subject, "Can I go spar before I am expected to learn a new fighting style once I don't need my glasses anymore."

"Sure." He tossed her a brand new cell phone, "Use this. All those you met today; their numbers are in there, except my brother's."

"Fine." she moved her fingers deftly across the phone's keyboard and called Takashi. "Could you spare a moment to spar with me?"

In the background a high pitched voice spoke, "Who 'ya takin' to Taka-chan?! Is it Keyara? Tamaki?"

"Keyara," he answered Huni first.

"Hai Keyara-chan." the calm man replied.

Before he could end the call she quickly asked which dojo to go to.

"don't worry, Tamaki will arrive soon to get you." With his final words, Keyara hung up.

^Time Lapse^

The white limo pulled up alongside the hotels wing entrance where the hotel employees opened her door as she stepped in.

"Arigatou Tamaki."

Excitedly he answered, "Doitashimashite."

^Time Lapse^

The front of the dojo had tinted floor to ceiling windows, the glass door opened to a large room of mirrored walls stopping three feet above the carpeted floor. The space between the carpet and mirrors was painted a cherry red, in the back of the rectangular room; a separation wall divided a space to change, storage, and a restroom.

An office was embedded behind the one o the mirrored walls, as the secret door opened Huni yelped out an ran to Keyara, "Wow! You look nice! Kei-chan!" soon Takashi filed behind him while he kept speaking "Taka-chan said you came to spar with us!"

"I did. Nice to see you again." she removed her cardigan and tossed it to the changing room. Her two sempais were in their respective gi*. Both wore midnight black gi with a black belt that had a red stripe across the center.

"Would you like to borrow a gi?" Mori held a white gi nicely folded in his hands.

She took the uniform from him and made her way to the changing area. "Yes, please. I will use other moves that aren't just kempo."

Takashi mumbled in agreement. "Un. I'll go first."

He stepped closer and stood ready with his legs apart with his hands tucked in at his sides. Keyara mirrored the taller man.

He made his first move, aiming for her shoulder, and pulling a few kicks. She easily dodged and used his outstretched ankle to twist, causing the rest of his body to follow and land onto the thin carpet. He quickly recovered by jumping back onto his feet and began circling, then he attacked. Both had a dodging-punch battle between them, neither had the upper hand. She used her speed and smaller size, but he used his strength and agility. The swift movements seemed to create a blurring of moving fabric as his gi swished with each movement. It was no quiet matter either, each had their own kei-ai*.

Eventually one of them made a slip up in concentration causing them to break apart, panting. Spontaneously, Takashi aimed for her knee, Keyara responded by stretching her arm out to grasp his shoulder, she pushed off of her feet to flip over his shoulder, using him as a hurdle, while he aimed to attack her. Gracefully her feet touched the carpet with her back to him. Thank goodness that the ceiling was high.

The mini blonde jumped in astonishment, "sugoi! That was so cool! Is it my turn now? …I like weapons..."

She bowed to Takashi as he went to grab a drink of water and she turned to Huni San."Be my guest to use any weapon."

*a gi is a karate uniform.
* kei ai is/are the grunts or exclamations made when attacking or blocking

A/N: Please Review! I'd appreciate it! I'd like to make this story better! 3Nano1012