What?! Kyoya gave a start, trying to wrap his head around the fact that the very girl he had just been thinking about had suddenly appeared at his house. Sure, she had mentioned him being her tour guide for the week, but surely she had just been kidding, right?

His mind raced as he sprang up from his chair, hurriedly changing into a fresh cotton button-down so he would at least look presentable before his unexpected guest. Taking the steps three at a time, he practically flew down the grand staircase and into the main hall, barely having time to catch his breath before swinging open the door.

"Miss—" he caught himself as he suddenly found his nose just inches from her face, unable to move his lips lest he accidentally brush them against her wavy brown hair. Despite his best efforts, he involuntarily inhaled, his nose greeted with her perpetually sweet and spicy cinnamon-y scent that never failed to temporarily shut down his brain.

"Ummm…" they stood in silent motionless for a moment, him at a loss of words again and too paralyzed to move forward or backwards to end the awkwardness. Today, she was wearing a light blue blouse that was fastened at the neck with an intricate-looking floppy bow design of sorts (naturally, the Hitachiins would know what it was called), again a simple black A-line skirt, though today's seemed even flowy-er that yesterday's had been, and of course, a shiny pair of high-heeled penny loafers.

"Hi, Kyoya," Nanako said after a moment, again being the one to end the tension. She took a step back from the titanium-lined threshold of the doorway and gestured at his waiting limo. (Thank goodness he had at least had the sense to call his driver during his 3-minute rush out the door).

"Shall we?"

Kyoya gulped and nodded mutely, giving her two thumbs up in lieu of a verbal response.

…

Sitting in the back of the limo, Kyoya could hear the soft sound of the engine humming, which was, in fact, the only sound that could be heard throughout the entire dark black interior of his swanky leather-lined car.

"So…Ms. Shouji," Kyoya cleared his throat, trying to break the silence that hung as heavy as smog in the air before it decided to become a permanent resident.

"Which part of Tokyo are you most excited to see today?" he asked, pulling out the tourist's map he had hirriedly stuffed into his back pocket before leaving. Examining the lines, creases, and well-illustrated diagrams that he hadn't referred to since Tamaki had first come to Japan, he tried to map out a route in his head so they would at least have a good trip today.

"Well, Japan is known for its historical temples, right?" Nanako leaned over Kyoya's shoulder to get a better look at his map.

Kyoya nodded judiciously. "That is a main draw for many tourists who come to Japan, yes."

"Well," Nanako pointed her finger at the gray-colored triangular image that took up most of Azabudai square. "I have always wanted to visit the Shakaden temple."

She smiled at seeing the small pictograph, and, though probably unbeknownst to her, Kyoya saw the light in her eyes brighten at the prospect.

"Yes, of course," he said hurriedly, growing awkward at her lingering proximity and instinctively reverting back to down-to-business mode. He reached forward for the divider and rapped gently on it twice.

Bzzzz. The small square of window separating him from the driver came down to the familiar whirring of its hidden motor.

"To the Shakaden temple, please," he said once the divider had been rolled down enough for the driver to hear him.

"Yes, Master Kyoya," he received in reply. Then, with the same smooth and mechanical slow whoosh that had announced its descent, the window went back up again, leaving him once again alone and in silence with Nanako.

…

Beep! Beep!

Kyoya looked up as yet another in-a-hurry driver tried to maneuver her way around their mini stretch limo only to fail miserably and exacerbate the extent of their already-congested little intersection.

Sigh. They had already been stuck in traffic for over half an hour, and at this rate, they would be lucky to reach the temple by sundown.

Sorry, Nanako, he thought to say, glancing over at the languorous-looking girl sitting next to him. Having started out their trip full of enthusiasm and brightness, she was now slumped against the leather-cushioned seats of the car, her arms propped up against the tops of the seats and her eyes gazing out of the window.

Low in spirits, his shoulders slumped at the thought that he wouldn't be able to fulfill his duties as her host and to get her to the temple she had been so excited about seeing.

Grumble, grumble.

Oh, shoot. Both Kyoya and Nanako's eyes flew to her stomach, the obvious source of the noise in the otherwise quiet limo.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Nanako blushed in embarrassment, instinctively putting a hand to her growling belly.

"I…had a light lunch is all," she said at the same time Kyoya asked, "When was the last time you ate?"

Following the sudden burst of overlap in their speech, they both said nothing and sat quietly for a moment.

"Okay, this is getting ridiculous," Kyoya said, finally breaking the silence. He glanced down at his silver Rolex watch, almost shaking it to make sure it still worked. That did it. They hadn't moved a foot in the past five minutes.

"Let's find some place to eat, first, and then we can worry about sightseeing," he decided, always the practical one.

Of course, he knew what it was like not getting enough sleep on any given day (Tangriness, he called it), but he could only imagine the effects of not getting enough nourishment on a person, as well. He shuddered. He was not about to let that happen.

Pulling out his map again, he tried to figure out where they were. Although usually good with directions, his driver had taken a different route than the one he was used to today, and he traced his fingers along the colorful lines and texts trying to get his bearings.

"There's got to be a nice restaurant or café or at least a commoners' supermarket around here somewhere," he muttered to himself, trying to figure out the most efficient way to get his guest some food. Which place would be better? This one, or this one?

"Hey, look!" Kyoya's meticulous calculations were stopped short by a gentle but firm tugging on his wrist.

Looking up, he craned his neck to see what she was pointing at. He squinted through the tinted black windows of the car, but all he could see was a milling of commoners and their young schoolchildren, laughing and running about as most young schoolchildren do. There was no sign of any eating establishment anywhere.

"Ummm…" Kyoya couldn't quite seem to make out what had gotten Nanako so excited. "…an alley?"

"No, silly, that," she redirected his attention upwards, to where a giant spinning wheel of metal was turning slowly round and round against the sky. Oh.

"A Ferris wheel," he breathed, feeling like an idiot for not having seen it upon first glance. "Commonly found in street fairs."

Huh. How odd that he hadn't heard anything about it earlier, Kyoya thought to himself, although he supposed that it made sense given that even commoners needed a way to entertain themselves when they weren't able to just jet set out of the country on vacation as most rich people were.

Eee! Amusingly, Kyoya looked beside him to see that, despite the event's original target demographic, the daughter and heiress to one of Japan's most leading oil companies, was practically dancing in her seat in excitement.

"Yeah, a street fair," she grinned, the brightness in her eyes instantly returning. "And I'm sure we can find some food there! C'mon!"

Pushing her hand against the car door, she was out and bounding away down the street before Kyoya could remind her not to jump out of a moving vehicle.

Although, who was he kidding. In the monstrous jam they had gotten themselves into, their limo had still yet to move an inch. After kindly informing their driver that they would now be getting off here, and to perhaps circle the block (or just stay right where he was) for the next ten minutes or so, he opened his door leisurely, scooted his long-limbed body out of the car, and stepped right out into the chaotic bustle of 0-percent moving traffic.