The car remained silent as the scenery outside rolled past, the bustling streets of Harajuku and Shibuya common everyday sights for Kyouya as he sat in the backseat, his eyes occasionally flickering outside of the window. For Yukie to be so uncommonly quiet, was playing havoc on Kyouya's nerves. And the fact that he was still uneasy about that Nakatsu Shuichi didn't help matters either. His fingers ceased their increscent typing across the keyboard of the laptop before him, his gray eyes switching from the words typed, towards the golden head of Yukie who sat next to him in his car.

"Yukie?"

At the call of her name, she turned towards him, her lips curving in to a smile on sight as her head cocked to the left, before voicing out. "Nande, Kyouya-icchi?"

"Daijoubu?" It was an odd occurrence for Kyouya to show the slightest interest in the well being of another. But then again, this was Yukie in question. Everything on the axis of Ootori Kyouya's world switched when it came to Yukie. Her emotions especially.

The girl blinked twice at his question, before shaking her head. But Kyouya wasn't inclined to believe her. He could see she was not quite her usual self. Yukie would always be chattering all the way home on normal days. Either that, or she'd be immersed in listening to her Ipod, it'd be a miracle if she could listen to him calling her. But somehow, she seemed more silent then usual. Her Ipod was nowhere to be seen. His brows knitted together as the dark haired Shadow King scrutinized the girl once more, before pressing forward. "Yukie…" he repeated her name, dragging out he syllable in a warning tone.

Yukie smirked when she heard the tone she was familiar with. Kyouya never used it on her unless he actually really wanted to know something. Feigning a sigh, she wiped the smirk off her face, before turning to Kyouya with an absolutely dismal face as she spoke. "Otousan and Okaasan aren't at home today. Takeru's at the office, and Hana's at her friends place. The Mansion will be empty till… pretty late actually." She chose her words carefully, mindfully, the corner of her eye always watching Kyouya's reaction, and the girl hid a smile when he saw his lips set in a straight line.

"Simple enough. You'll come home with me."

Bingo. "But Kyouya-icchi…. Your home isn't exactly the best place for keeping one's propriety intact…?"

"Do I look like I care? You'll stay at my place till your sister comes home tonight."

"Stepsister." She murmured in correction, but Kyouya paid her no heed. Not that she minded. Turning away from him again, this time it was to hide a smile as looked outside. Yukie had been wanting to visit Kyouya's house for ages. Ever since after he had given her the music box, and she remembered how huge his room looked. Yukie was never really given the chance to look at it, since right after she woke up the second time, Kyouya had bundled her home. But she had remembered how huge his room was, two stories if she wasn't mistaken. This plan didn't exactly require much concocting and planning, but Yukie knew Kyouya enough to gauge his reaction as soon as he knew she would be home alone. Besides, she didn't exactly lie persay. But Hana would be home by the time evening came, and so would her parents.

It didn't take long to reach the Ootori Mansion, and seeing as how no one was exactly at home, Kyouya saw no problem in letting Yukie bounce up the stairs, as he followed more sedately behind, handing his bag and coat to his maid, before actually ascending the stairs, where Yukie was already waiting for him at the top, bouncing impatiently on her feet. "What's the hurry?" Kyouya asked, his brows raising a little when Yukie took his hand and started dragging him along the hallway towards his room. In truth, Kyouya was a little surprised at the enthusiasm she showed.

"I want to see your-" Yukie's eyes widened before she finished her sentence, and immediately shut up. But the previously uttered words were enough to make the detailed Kyouya ground his pace to a stop, before tugging Yukie to himself, a curious, amused glint sending shivers up Yukie's spine as she stood barely 2 inches away from him, her right hand entwined with his left, his free hand pressing the small of her back to prevent her from running off as he asked. "What was that?"

"I… Well…" Yukie blushed, and averted her gaze from him, looking at the finely carpeted floors, and Kyouya had to resist laughing. He could guess her last syllable. Who couldn't, seeing as how she was currently dragging him towards his room, but seriously, Yukie blushing appealed to him. Too cute for words, he would say, not out loud, but still, he had to admit that. "Well c'mon then, since you want to see it. My room that is." He added that last bit in, as he released his hold on her, before pulling her along, smirking again when she saw her cheeks blaze. Kyouya being Kyouya, could never resist the chance to be the slightest bit sadistic, all the more if it gave him the pleasure of staining his Yukie's cheeks red.

Pushing open the elm wrought door, earlier embarrassment was completely forgotten as Yukie quickly ran in the room, and her eyes widened when reality of how huge the room actually was hit her. "Sugoii Kyouya-icchi. Your room is huge!" her eyes blinked, widened with wonder as she looked at Kyouya, and then back at the room surroundings, before running up the stairs to where she saw his bed actually was, the first level decorated to suit more as a living room.

"It's the size of a house!"

Kyouya raised his brow at her as he followed her up, an action inducing Yukie to nod seriously, as she examined his random baubles. "A commoner sized house, seriously!" she insisted again, as she picked up a photo frame on the bedside table, her eyes flickering to a rather curious light as she scrutinized the photo within. "Kyouya, whose this?" the girl asked, after a moment of staring, she turned around, finding Kyouya standing right behind her.

"My sister, Fuyumi. She doesn't stay here anymore. She's with her husband."

"Your sister?" she paused, and then looked around for a second after replacing the frame, before back up to Kyouya. "But what about your parents and your brother?"

"Fuyumi's picture is the only one I'll ever put next to my bed." He replied sharply, a tone that impacted harshly on Yukie when she heard them. Kyouya's eyes widened when he realized his words, and quickly took a step forward, using his finger to tilt her face up to meet his gaze, he gave her a disapproving look. "And yours, of course. But later, when… things are better."

"Better?"

"My father isn't exactly a saint." Kyouya commented skeptically, letting his arms slide down to hold her around the waist. "But I won't let him near you."

"Kyouya…"

His gaze turned down when he heard her murmur his name, only to find Yukie looking up at him with her molten gold eyes. In a short instant where he could see warmth, concern, love, brimming in those eyes, the only thing Kyouya could do was lean down, and press his lips against hers, groaning when he realized its been way too long since he last kissed her. Making a mental note to kiss her at least once a day, Kyouya pressed her closer to him, aching to feel her whole length against his as he molded her lips with his, withholding a need to growl when he felt her kiss back.

Yukie's body felt like it burst in flames when Kyouya's warm lips pressed against hers. Arms instinctively went up to wind themselves around his neck as she pressed back, determined to not play a passive room in this exchange. Naïve she may be, Yukie was not clueless when it came to relationships between a man and a woman. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body when Kyouya pressed her against his, his tongue licking against her lips, before slipping in between to brush against the walls of her mouth, Yukie moaned softly, pressing in closer, eager to increase the contact between the two.

Kyouya could feel his body coiling, his muscles tensing as he brushed his tongue against the insides of her mouth, tongue against tongue, and then tracing the edges of her lips with them, before pulling away, catching his breathe as he leaned his forehead against hers, realizing she was closer then he thought. He could feel her breast pressing against his chest, and the thought itself was enough to send Kyouya mad with need. Restraining himself from pushing Yukie on to his bed just next to them, he brushed his lips against hers softly once more, before pulling away, keeping his arms around her waist, but putting a small distance between them.

"It's a bad idea to be in the same room with you. Not a bedroom at least." Kyouya commented, unable to contain his delight when he saw her flushed cheeks and disheveled look, no doubt him being the cause of it. The Shadow King smiled slyly when he saw Yukie blush again, and leaned forward to press a kiss on her forehead, before pushing her forward by her shoulders. "Come on, I'll send you home. I have no doubt your sister, at least, is home now."

"Stepsister, and how did you know?"

"I'm Ootori Kyouya, of course I know.'

x-x-x-x

As always, he followed sedately behind her as she walked forward, her steps light and easy as they entered the school courtyard at the start of another day, like any other. Or maybe not. Kyouya looked up, and his gray orbs narrowed when he saw the gold haired guy leaning at the entrance to the school, pushing off where he rested against the wall when he saw Yukie walking up. He speeded up his steps, wanting to capture Yukie's hands in his own before she actually got to Nakatsu, but Yukie had increased her speed when she saw her friend, leaving Kyouya to follow her in a stoic silence as she greeted Nakatsu.

"Ohayou, Nakatsu-senpai!"

"Ohayou, Yukie-chan. Shall we go to class?"

"I'll be bringing her to class." Kyouya's voice was stoic, cool and steady, but underneath it all, the dark haired senior wanted to just sweep Nakatsu Shuichi off the face of the earth. He met his cold gaze straight on with Nakatsu's more steely, harsh gaze, but when Yukie tugged at his sleeve, Kyouya had to be satisfied with one last glare shot in the other boys direction, before his gaze turned more gentler as he looked down at her.

"I'm going to be late, Kyouya."

"Well, we'll be going then." He replied, not to Yukie, but more to Nakatsu as he looked up, and noticed a little uneasily, then the other had a rather mischievous, taunting smirk curving his lips upwards. "I'll come with you then. My class is just next to yours afterall, Ootori-sama."

Kyouya was about to refuse his offer, but before the dark haired senior could get a word in edgewise, Yukie had wholeheartedly agreed, and Kyouya never felt more like using duct tape over her mouth as he did then. As much as he loved her, Yukie should learn when should she talk, and shouldn't she talk. But then again, Kyouya couldn't very well refuse now that Yukie agreed. And seeing as how both had started off an animated conversation, Kyouya was left with no choice but to fall in step next to Yukie, his eyes flickering to Nakatsu from time to time to make sure he didn't try anything funny.

Bloody idiot. The next time I see him without Yukie, his going to rue the day he met Ootori Kyouya.

Thoughts such as that, and other equally lethal, murderous ideas crossed his mind as Kyouya walked along with them, but before he realized it, Yukie had already entered her class, and he was left in solitary with Nakatsu, as they headed to their own grade corridor. The silence didn't last long however, and Kyouya wasn't the one to break it. "She's a cute girl, isn't she?"

Kyouya had to resist the urge to tackle him there and then, and continue strangling as he had wanted to do since the first time he laid eyes on him. Instead, the man settled for gritting his teeth in frustration, before grounding out his reply. "Yes. Of course. Or she wouldn't be my girlfriend." It was actually the first time he had admitted it since that day in the corridor, a month or so back.

"So you only like her looks then?"

God. Was this man dumb or what? "No." was all Kyouya managed to grind out without sounding to offensive. Frankly, Kyouya kept his cool at all times, and he didn't want to risk offending anyon that might prove useful to his father's company in future. But if that meant putting his Yukie on the chopping board, he'd rather live a life of a commoner then risk that. He can't afford to lose Yukie. Not Yukie.

"Or is she proving useful to you? Maybe you don't have enough lady mates to satisfy your carnal needs."

That's it. Kyouya snapped. In a blink of an eye, he snarled and shot his hand towards Nakatsu's neck, slamming him harshly against the wall, his expression twisted to resemble someone out to get blood. "Do not. Touch her. Do not, ever speak of her that way. Ever." He growled out, his hands tightening around his neck for a fraction of a second, before he released his grip, breathing heavily as he watched Nakatsu crumple to the ground with slight satisfaction, his hands going around to rub the raw flesh.

"Yukie's mine. Don't you ever forget that." He warned one last time, before spinning on his heel to stalk away. Before he could take further then two steps however, Nakatsu's voice stopped him from advancing. With an irritated growl, he turned around, with half a mind to murder him on the spot. But instead, he stood where he was, watching him expectantly as the other boy got up from where he sat. Luckily, the corridor they were in were a fair distance away from the classrooms, and no one was about.

"She's the sweetest girl I've seen, even if I only knew her for a day."

"I know."

"Is she happy with you?"

"Ask her yourself." His reply was short and sweet, but it pained Kyouya to think that Yukie might not be happy with him. He hoped he interpreted her laughs and smiles properly, because if he didn't, it might just be the death of him.

"Just making sure."

"What do you mean?"

"Just… be careful. Take care of her."

And with that, Nakatsu walked away without a word, leaving Kyouya rather perplexed. What did he mean by 'take care of her'? Stupid sentence, of course Kyouya would take care of Yukie. But the words still elicited a thread of unease within Kyouya as he headed towards class, his brows knitted in confusion.