Ello there, it's been quite a while, hasn't it? Apologies, but my muse is a fickle thing, especially when I want to write, but end up getting home from work too exhausted to do anything worthwhile. ;A;

Well, I'm back with another chapter at least!

Hope you all will enjoy it!

• • • • • •

Kyoya debated whether or not he should follow Shion out, but decided not to. I think Shion would rather have space right now. His eyes narrowed as he followed the wet trail Shion left behind. He better take a shower when he gets home.

Now, to the topic at hand, Kyoya's eyes glided to the two guilty-looking people in the room.

"What do you have to say for yourselves?"

Satsuki flinched at the tone and looked down, fiddling with her fingers. "Uh… I…"

Kyoya's eyes sharpened and he crossed his arms, frown deeper than it was normally. Lifting his chin, he looked down his nose to Satsuki. "Nothing to say?" Kyoya hummed, unimpressed. "You just betrayed his trust. You already knew that privacy is something very important to him—and yet you still did what you did."

Satsuki wanted to talk. She wanted to, but she couldn't form words. It was all caught in her throat that felt as if it was getting tighter and tighter. Looking up through her bangs, she froze in place like a deer in headlights when she made eye contact with Kyoya.

He was livid.

"I just wanted to know what it was about…" Fiddling with her fingers, she grimaced and looked down, knowing that it wasn't a valid reason for her actions.

This time, Aaron spoke up. He had his bag over his shoulder, ready to leave. "It's partially my fault. I should have stopped you when Shion explicitly said no—but I didn't." He didn't have an excuse either.

Kyoya hummed, hand meeting his chin as his eyes narrowed in scrutiny, "Shion mentioned a spar."

"Ah… yeah," Satsuki coughed nervously and rubbed the back of her head. "I'm a martial artist myself, so when I saw how Shion fought I wanted to have a go, ya know?" Satsuki laughed, but not with humour. "Though now I'm not too sure…"

Her complexion paled as she thought about it, "I'm scared to see how he fights when he's pissed," Satsuki's fists turned white, and she let out a sigh of defeat before steeling herself, "but I feel like this is my only way to forgiveness—or the start of it at least…"

Haruhi snorted, "Forgiveness from Shion? You better think of something more than that spar."

"Ah, yes. I believe I got off rather lightly last time considering his personality," Kyoya's mouth upturned with amusement. Knowing Shion now, he was surprised that he was forgiven.

"Fuck."

• • • • • •

Heaving a deep sigh, plastic bags dropped to the floor with a thump as Shion closed and locked the door behind him. Kicking off his shoes with more force than needed, he clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. It wasn't leaving him. Shion didn't usually hold on to this kind of raw anger for long—but it was sticking with him. The feeling hadn't simmered down, and he didn't know what to do with it all.

Unclenching his jaw with a long sigh, Shion ran a hand through his hair, damp and heavy from the rain. He grimaced and rubbed his forehead, the subtle throbbing sensation of a headache coming on.

Great. Just what he needed.

Well, the first thing he had to do now was put his groceries away. He had frozen goods that he didn't want to thaw. Shion's eyes teared up from a large yawn and he knew a cup of coffee was in order along with a dose of Advil.

"Hmm…" Shion pondered as he sat down in his studio, taking a sip of his fresh coffee and immediately regretting it, his tongue burning. "Fuck…Fuck!"

I need to vent, it's unhealthy to hold on to it this much.

Punching something would work, but he didn't have a place he could do that. Working out would help, but he didn't want to aggravate his head for a while. There was another way he could vent, however—there was a song in progress that he could tweak.

Yes. That would work.

The song used to be about two lovers that were growing apart, but Shion changed the lyrics to suit his recent experience. It was still about two lovers, but now a betrayal tore their relationship apart. The partner who betrayed him wanted to apologize, but it was to no avail. It was about the limits of boundaries, and what pushing them did to relationships.

The melody used to be brighter in tone, but with the shifting of some harmonies, it became more melancholy with periods of dissonance during the intense chorus.

Shion had sweat on his brow and his throat was raw with how he was singing. It was essential to how he wanted it to sound. Listening to the finished recording, he decided that he would balance it later and finished his cold coffee.

"That was intense."

Shion jumped in his seat and the remnant sips of coffee left in his mug spilt on him. "Shit!" He looked to the door and there Haruhi stood. "If I knew you were going to start scaring me I would have never given you a key."

"Well, I came in awhile ago to check in... But it wasn't exactly a good time to disturb you." Haruhi hummed. She actually felt… uneasy. The intensity and emotion in Shion's voice gave her chills, and with the recent event in mind, her heart twisted. He really was distraught about Satsuki. "Your voice sounds strained."

"Mmmm," Shion tested out his throat and it felt raspy and rumbly. "Yeah… I'll have to work on that." He didn't use proper technique, too caught up in his anger to care.

"You have chamomile?" Haruhi asked and received a nod. "Honey?"

"Thanks, Haruhi," Shion stood up and put a hand on her shoulder, guiding her out of the room and sat her down on the couch, "but I'll make the tea."

A few minutes later, Shion came back with a teapot and two cups, on a second trip he brought sugar, milk and honey.

Haruhi didn't say anything as they both prepared their own cups and watched Shion as he held his cup firmly with both hands. Her brown eyes narrowed when she caught sight of him shivering.

"Did you even take a shower?"

Shion looked up from his tea, expression oddly vacant as he was lost in thought. "No. Does it look like I care?" A humourless chuckle came out dry and he felt a tickle at the back of his throat. A sip of his hot honeyed tea remedied it for the time being.

"Obviously not. You should take better care of yourself Shion." Haruhi frowned and gripped her cup harder, fingertips turning white from the force. "You do know that I care, right?"

Shion stayed silent for a while, eyes unfocused and looking out of the window into the night sky. "Yeah… I do."

Raising an eyebrow, Haruhi set down her tea and got up. "Stand up." Shion stared at her for a moment and took a sip of his tea. "Please?"

For a beat, Shion didn't move, his eyes and expression firmly in place but Shion eventually set his tea down a side table and slowly got up from the chair that was swallowing him whole.

Small arms wrapped around him, and Shion's eyebrows disappeared into his hair, eyes wide.

"Don't do anything reckless like that again."

Shion rested his chin on the top of her head and his arms wrapped loosely around her. A small smile came across his face, "No promises."

"Not to mention you're still damp and have coffee on you." There was disgust in her voice, and when she tried to push away, Shion held firm. "Ack, come on Shion!" She struggled for a while, and sighed in frustration, giving up to the force holding her in place.

Looking up, she went quiet.

Shion gradually let her go. His grip loosened and he stepped away, back turned to her. "… I know you have questions…"

"And I know you aren't going to answer them—but that's exactly like you." Haruhi huffed a laugh. "You're secretive and dishonest, you lie and manipulate, but you wouldn't hurt any of us on purpose. There are many other bad things about you, but there are just as many good things. It's the same with everyone else. You're a good person Shion."

Haruhi downed the rest of her tea and put her dishes in the sink as Shion watched her move with hollow eyes.

She smiled, "Take a shower. You're going to catch a cold."

With that, she exited and a cool gust of wind came in with the door.

Taking a deep breath, Shion stood there in silence and her words echoed in his mind.

"You're a good person Shion."

A dry laugh escaped him.

Are you sure about that, Haruhi?

Shion shook his head. He was looking forward to putting Satsuki down—he didn't tolerate it. Privacy was a big thing for him, and for her and Aaron, to casually disregard it was not acceptable. He was still angry, but now there was a sick feeling of joy that was bubbling up in him.

A twisted smirk grew wider, "I'm going to humiliate her."

With a sneeze taking him by surprise, he decided that he would follow Haruhi's advice and take a shower. His clothes clung to his body, and while he wasn't bothered by it before due to his state of anger, it irritated him now that he was calm.

He didn't notice until he went to bed that Kyoya texted him, and a smile spread across his face.

"Take a shower, you'll catch a cold."

• • • • • •

The rain continued into the next day with a downpour early in the morning. The door to the classroom slid open and Shion stepped in. Looking somewhat like something the cat would drag in, Shion looked damp and very displeased.

"You're late Shion. Mind giving me your excuse?" The homeroom teacher said idly as she wrote on the board. Looking over her shoulder, she saw how miserable he looked and tensed at his stare.

Shion shrugged and his voice came out rather quiet, "It's not much of an excuse, but I slept in."

The teacher noticed that his voice was strained, but didn't say anything as Shion had already made his way to his seat.

Kyoya didn't miss the threatening look directed at Satsuki. Despite her tough bravado, she jumped in her seat and hastily looked away from him. It was only natural. Shion's ire was something even Kyoya didn't want to be directed at him.

• • • • • •

Leaning back in his chair, Shion stretched with a deep sigh, joints popping from sitting down for so long. With the sound of the lunch bell, Shion slung his bag over his shoulder and got up to leave.

"Shi—"

Shion paused in his stride, but knowing who was trying to talk to him, he continued without looking back.

"—on…"

There was no reason for him to talk to her at the moment.

Making his way through the halls, Shion knocked on the teachers' lounge doors and entered, "Hello, is Takahiro-sensei in?"

The large man looked up from his desk, "Ah, Hakuba-kun, what brings you here during your lunch break? Your voice sounds ragged, did you catch a cold?"

"Thank you for your concern, but I don't have a cold. I just strained my voice." Taking a hint from the man's gesture, Shion sat down adjacent to him. "You are aware of my status as a scholarship student, correct?"

"I am, yes." He was his teacher last semester, how could he not know?

"As per the scholarship, I will have to take part in the drama club's main feature at the end of the year."

Takahiro's eyes widened. They had just started to get things ready for it, and it was almost time for auditions.

Seeing the man react, Shion continued. "I am aware that this may cause some complications and possible… resentment, but I refuse to take part without a proper audition."

"Audition's haven't started yet, though a play has been decided on." He didn't know why, but Takahiro thought that Shion would be pleased with the play choice. "Hamlet."

As predicted, Shion's eyes lit up. "Ah…" and a smile crawled onto his face that spooked Takahiro. "I know who I'm auditioning for."

"Who if I may ask?"

Standing up, Shion chuckled. "I'm sure you can take a guess. Now… I'm aware that we have a big band club, but do you know who they're adviser is?"

Blinking owlishly, it took a moment for Takahiro to gain his bearings, "Ah, yes. That would be Satou-sensei."

"Thank you, Takahiro-sensei." Shion bowed slightly, "I shall take my leave."

"Auditions take place a week from today!"

• • • • • •

Upon learning that his English class was to be used as a study hall, Shion walked out of the classroom. He was confident that he could pass without using the class time, he never studied for the class anyway.

He could be using that time for something better.

The teacher didn't stop him either, knowing full well that it was true.

Once again, Shion knocked on the doors to the teachers' lounge. "Hello, is Satou-sensei in?"

One of the more strict teachers looked up from their desk, "And why do you want to meet them during class time?"

"My class is a study hall. I have something more important to do than study things I already know." Shion's tone didn't sit well with the teacher based on their reaction, but he saw Satou-sensei at the other end of the room wave him over. They were rather eye-catching with their graying long hair in a ponytail.

"Takahiro-sensei gave me a heads up and let me know that you would be paying me a visit." Satou leaned back in their chair and crossed their legs. "Brass band is a smaller club than most, so I'm sure we could fit you in, what instrument do you play?"

Shion took a seat with proper posture and mimed holding a trumpet.

"Ah, we actually have three trumpets, but another would balance out the band." Satou's lips upturned in amusement, "You will, however, have to fight for the first seat if you want it. My musicians are quite competitive, you see."

A chuckle rumbled low from Shion's chest, "I wouldn't expect anything less. Is there an audition?"

"Mid next week." Satou stood up and gestured for Shion to follow. "I have copies of the music in the classroom. Come with me as you have the time at the moment."

The music room was void of any students with no class running at this time. Shion hadn't actually been in this particular music room before. It was a large room at the corner of the building. The seats for the musicians followed the walls with windows and were elevated on steps. The conductor's stand was on ground level at the point of the triangle arrangement.

It was quite a grand layout.

"Ah, here it is." Satou looked up from their stack of papers to see Shion admiring the room. Then they had an idea. "Take a look in locker B6. There should be a clean trumpet in there."

A small smile took to Shion's face, "Of course."

A little test now wouldn't hurt, I suppose.

Setting the hard case down on a table, Shion found a silver trumpet just like his own, but a different mass-produced brand. The mouthpiece was different from his own too.

Keen eyes watched Shion as he put tested the mouthpiece before putting it on the trumpet. He has a good playing posture and holds the trumpet level… Satou tapped their conductors stick on the stand, "Play me a C major scale, legato whole notes."

Starting at middle C, Shion did as he was told, playing at mezzo-forte for the duration. Once he was done, he looked at Satou-sensei expectantly.

"Now do your own warm-up."

With a nod, Shion swiftly went into a chromatic scale covering two octaves, quickly slurring eighteenth notes before switching to staccato accented notes on the second run-through of the scale.

Satou-sensei's usually neutral face lit up with a warm smile, "I think you'll fit in just fine."

"That's good to know," Shion quipped back. "Now where do I clean the mouthpiece?"

• • • • • •

The rest of the school day went by slowly as the overcast weather lingered, the weather bringing a calm mood to the classroom when working on things during class time.

Soon the last bell rang, and the club meeting was about to take place.

"Alright!" Tamaki exclaimed, hands-on-hips with his head up high, "Now the meeting will take place!" His cheer severely contrasted with the dimly lit club room.

This time all the members were present. Furniture was moved around a central table that held a small variety of pastries with both tea and coffee.

Shion drowned out the opening speech that Tamaki usually spewed out and got himself a cup of tea with a generous portion of honey. It was definitely going to be too sweet for his tastes, but he talked a little too much when he was trying to limit speaking. He added in some milk to cool it down so he could drink it right away even though he would probably regret it later.

"You're not having coffee Hakuba?" Hani questioned, knowing that Shion was more of a coffee drinker. He was much more observant than most people thought.

Looking down to Hani, who looked suspiciously curious, Shion crossed his legs and leaned back into the chair with his tea. "No… not today."

Kyoya's eyes shot to Shion upon hearing his voice. It was the first time he heard Shion's voice that day, and the difference in quality was shocking. It was deep and gravely, and hearing it made his heart skip a beat.

What's this reaction?

"As you can hear, my throat's not in the best… condition."

Kyoya coughed into his hand, covering up the flush his face took on. "You shouldn't strain yourself then."

A mirthful smirk grew, and Shion hummed as he noticed Kyoya crossing his legs. He took great joy in the reaction.

"You also came to class this morning damp." Tamaki hummed, "That certainly wouldn't help."

Haruhi shot a look to Shion. I knew I should have dragged him with me this morning.

"Ah…" Shion went quiet for a moment. He was pissed by the morning's events and felt frustration build up just by thinking about it. "I woke up late, and on my way, the wind ripped my umbrella from my hands. So I ran the rest of the way."

"Want to borrow one of our umbrellas?" Hikaru offered.

"Yeah, we have two. We can just share." Kaoru chimed in.

Surprised by their kind offer, Shion nodded. "I'll take you up on that." He was equally suspicious that it would be a prank. You can never be too sure with those two.

"Now," Kyoya continued where they left off, "What are some themes we can use? We can only do a few more big events for the remainder of the year, so it would be beneficial to start planning them soon."

Eyeing Kyoya, Shion knew that he would enjoy this. This is just what I need to brighten my mood. "Hmmm…" he started, knowing full well that Kyoya was enjoying this, "I know you already did a ball before I came here… but what about a masquerade ball at the end of the year?"

"It would time well with the art fair." Hikaru started, while Kaoru continued the thought, "We could keep it open for guests and participants to come afterwards."

"Semi-formal would be the best dress code option if people are going to be walking in." Haruhi offered.

"Are we all agreed on a masquerade ball?" Tamaki asked, and when everybody nodded, the decision was unanimous. "Alright, write that down Kyoya."

It had already been written down and circled. There would be more details that would need to be worked out, but he could do that on his own.

"So now a few… minor events for these last few months." Shion hummed, thinking of something small they could do next to ease things over. "What about a butler theme? It's simple and easy to set up." Idly tapping his fingers on his leg, Shion closed his eyes and brainstormed, "We would just need simple black suits, which we already have, and some smaller props. Like trays to wheel the tea and snacks out on, and white cloths to drape over our arms."

"That's brilliant!" Tamaki exclaimed, impressed, "We could get that ready over the weekend, it's so simple!"

"That would work for the event at the end of this month, though we need three more events for the remaining month and a half." Kyoya jotted down the details, it was difficult for him to write fast enough to keep up with the ideas.

"Maybe we can bring guests to the water park?" Hani offered, "Is it fixed yet?"

"It better be fixed," Kaoru scoffed, he still had nightmares of the fiasco.

Hikaru laughed, "It was a shit show last time we went."

Tamaki flushed and sputtered, "I-I wasn't the only cause of that incident!" He pointed fingers to the twins who were now cackling and holding onto the table to not fall over in their laughter.

Shion blinked owlishly. Feeling out of the loop, he took a sip of his tea. He would ask Haruhi later. She looked a little flustered herself with that topic brought up.

Kyoya raised his glasses and they flashed with a calculated gleam, "Hmm… I do believe the problem has been fixed. I can schedule a date where we can have access to the park."

"Great! Three down, two more!"

"The girls seem to like events with cosplay…" Shion paused mid-thought. He was starting to run dry and drifted off for a while. He came back when Tamaki waved a hand in front of his face.

"Hakuba! Earth to Hakuba!—ah, welcome back. We're stuck on the last idea and need your input."

Shion cleared his throat, "What did you think of in my absence?" Talking so much was making his throat worse.

"A martial arts theme."

Shion glanced to the third years, "That sounds like it could be fun." Also boring depending on how it's presented…

Mori caught Shion's glance and held it for a second. He saw the curiosity in Shion's eyes and thought that a spar would be interesting. Shion would probably enjoy it more than me though…

Humming, Shion rested his chin on his hand, "Have you done anything with folklore?"

"No?"

"What about that then? It's a simple cosplay theme. We can dress up as Yokai, darken the room, and set up lanterns and will-o-wisps for the lights. For the traditional feel, tatami, if it's not too much trouble and shouji walls." He wondered how that theme hadn't been used before, it felt like something that would be popular.

"We have to think of what Yokai to dress up as then!" Hani beamed, "I want to be a tanuki!"

Murmurs erupted as the members thought of which Yokai to cosplay as.

"Now that we have that sorted out, we're dismissed!"

The club members trickled out as the group gathered their things and helped clean up. There were some shenanigans as per usual, but it got pretty quiet when the twins and Tamaki left. Haruhi was next, waving as she left the room. Last were Hani and Mori, and on the way out, Hani gestured for Mori to bend down.

Looking to Kyoya and Shion who were still organizing the events, Hani cupped his mouth and whispered, "Are they… together?" It was just a hunch on Hani's part, but he was curious. It was the small things that he noticed, and they looked… more comfortable with each other.

They were usually the last ones in the club room and he caught a few small interactions sometimes that made him think so.

Mori frowned thoughtfully and tilted his head, "I'm not too sure." He didn't want to spread false information, even if he thought just that.

Hani giggled, "I think they are. I think they like each other."

A faint smile graced Mori's face, "I think so too." It was a bit of a scary thought though, those two being together. Both were scary in their own right, but Mori personally was more afraid of Shion. He was a wild card, and much more prone to violence than Kyoya.

Taking a break from the planning, Shion groaned and hunched forward to hold his head in his hands, "My head is spinning."

Feeling his cheeks heat up, Kyoya chuckled and fought it down. "This is normal—though to be fair, we haven't planned so many events this far ahead of time before."

"Which event are you looking most forward too?"

Kyoya hummed, tapping his pen on his lips, unintentionally drawing Shion's attention. "The folklore, then the ball."

"I have to agree. That event will require more funds compared to the butler and waterpark."

"Yes… It would also be good to get everyone's costumes as soon as possible."

Shion leaned back, intent on relaxing and spread out his legs. He eyed Kyoya up and down, "What do you have in mind?"

Kyoya smirked, "A snake spirit."

"Mmmn, that certainly suits you." Shion hummed, "I'm thinking Tengu."

An image of Shion with black wings popped to mind, "That's acceptable. You fit the Tengu's image." Kyoya watched as Shion helped himself to another cup of tea, once again using honey.

It had been on his mind for a while. "Did you catch a cold Shion?" Kyoya's eyes narrowed, he told him to take a shower.

Shion smirked, knowing full well how much Kyoya liked it. Chuckles came out with his amusement, low and throaty, "No. I took a shower as you instructed. I just strained my voice."

"Singing?" Kyoya was honestly curious. He hadn't heard Shion sing before, and from the small snippet he heard one time, he had no idea what Shion's singing voice sounded like.

Shion leaned forward and looked at Kyoya through his hair. "Hmmm…" he rumbled, intentionally going deeper, "curious are you?" He saw Kyoya swallow thickly, and a playful grin spread across his lips—as playful as a killer whale toying with its food.

By this point, Kyoya knew he was playing into Shion's hand. He had been aroused since the beginning of the meeting, and now it was starting to affect his mentality. Kyoya's breathing quickened as he looked into Shion's eyes.

Shion's head cocked to the side and he put his hands on the coffee table, leaning closer. "I'm curious… just what do you want right now?"

Setting his notebook down, Kyoya leaned forward to meet Shion over the table, slowly inching forward. His eyes fluttered closed and their lips met—the sweetness of tea and honey mingling with the bitterness of coffee.

It wasn't long before Kyoya felt weak and leaned away from the table. He didn't understand how Shion was so good at it, but he also didn't want to think about it. Looking away, he touched his lips and felt Shion sink into the couch beside him.

"What's on your mind?"

Shion's voice rumbled against Kyoya's neck and he shivered, tilting his neck away which gave Shion more area to cover.

"Mmn," Kyoya's breather hitched when Shion lightly bit his neck, "How… are you so good at this?"

Removing himself from Kyoya, Shion held his gaze for a moment, expression sombre. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes and no."

Frowning, Shion looked away, "I'm not exactly the most… chaste person out there." His eyes locked back to Kyoyas, hardened and earnest in intent. "You're the first I've been serious about. Trust me on that."

"That's good—because you're dealing with a complete novice."

Shion barked a laugh and his hand cupped Kyoya's chin, tilting it up to him, "You think I didn't know that?" With a smirk, Shion silenced Kyoya's next retort with a kiss. "Don't hold your breath… breathe through your nose." Shion instructed between kisses.

Breaking away, a trail of saliva still connected them. Kyoya breathed heavily as Shion nipped on his ear, "Better." A shiver wracked down Kyoya's spine when Shion whispered breathily in his ear and undid the top button of his shirt.

Shion's tongue trailed along Kyoya's collarbone and targeted a suitable spot that would easily be hidden. With that, he brought his hands under Kyoya's shirt with gentle touches as he sucked on one spot, intent on leaving a mark.

"Hng!" Kyoya flinched when Shion bit down a bit harder, but it was accompanied by an intense wave of pleasure when Shion twisted a nipple. "Why… did you do that?"

Shion licked his lips, "My last mark disappeared." He smirked when Kyoya flushed and trailed a finger lightly down his abdomen, enjoying how Kyoya arched his back in pleasure.

Eyes darting to the entrance of the room, Shion pushed Kyoya down onto the couch. The suddenness of the action caught Kyoya off guard and he was about to say something when Shion stood up.

"Ah, Haruhi said you'd be in here…"

Kyoya's heart leapt into his throat with the spike of panic that accompanied the familiar voice. He didn't even hear the door open. Thankfully the back of the couch faced the door, so he stayed quiet and held his ground, quietly and slowly trying to fix the state of his clothes.

Shion didn't hold back the growl in his voice, "What do you want Satsuki."

The girl flinched at the tone and bravely, or stupidly, took a step forward. "You were ignoring me all day, which is fair, but I wanted to apologize. There was no excuse for what I did. But I still want to be friends somehow, no matter what it may take." Her fists clenched at her sides, but she held eye contact with him. "I fucked up, Shion, and I feel terrible about it."

A few moments passed, and Shion could tell that Satsuki still had something to say. She was frightened, judging by the sweat on her forehead, and her skin was paler than it usually was.

Satsuki swallowed thickly. "We can spar at my place—if it's still a spar anymore." The last bit was said quietly under her breath, but it was still heard.

Shion stared at her, judging her. She was afraid. What was once an offer for a friendly spar was now off the table and if he agreed, she was scared of what Shion could actually do.

Satsuki jumped when she saw Kyoya sit up from the couch behind Shion. She didn't even notice him there.

"What a heartfelt apology," Kyoya said dully.

"Oh, you're awake," Shion idly commented. "Short nap."

Kyoya raised an eyebrow and wondered how Shion could make things up on the spot so well. He really did have a disturbing talent for deception. "It wasn't a very good one." He was amused. Satsuki was a tough young woman that wasn't fazed or frightened by anyone—but here she was, cowering in Shion's presence.

Shion tilted his chin up, looking down his nose with a vicious smirk, "I'll take you up on that offer." His eyes moved to the door, "You can come out now Aaron." The rumble to his voice made it sound much more threatening.

The redhead came out from around the corner, "Yeah, I thought you would've noticed."

Satsuki clapped her hands together, "Well, I'd rather do this now—what about you?"

"Lead the way."

Shion grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Looking to Kyoya, he shook his head, "You are not coming."

"Tsk."

Shion raised an amused eyebrow at the reaction, and before leaving, he whispered, "Sorry for leaving you with… unfinished business." Shion's smirk grew when Kyoya subtly tried to hide it.

With the door closing behind them, Kyoya was left alone in the room. He stared out the window, mind blank when a flash of lightning lit up the room. The wind picked up and rattled the windows as thick drops of rain started to pelt at the windows. A thought came to mind as the weather intensified.

Shion is quite like a thunderstorm.

A chill went down his spine and heat pooled in his stomach. Sighing, he leaned his head on the back of the couch as he moved to finish what Shion started.

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Ah, well I hope that it was an enjoyable read. Any thoughts or feedback is appreciated! The reviews I've gotten over the last while really motivated me to write when I could!

Thank you for reading! I'll try and be back with another chapter soon! :D