Just… imagine Hachiman being the same height as Haruno, okay?

This can go one of two ways. I'll either lose a bunch of followers… or gain a bunch of em.

Note: This chapter will be way more serious and much darker than any of the others. And I know some of you might feel like they are progressing too quickly, but this is so much more fun to write.

Chapter 2

Haruno was a sadistic, devious, scheming, woman who was rotten all the way to the core. She knew how to manipulate people and make them do her bidding. She was the heiress of her father's company and she knew it. Why? Because her cute little sister could never be like her. Not that it was a bad thing. In fact, Haruno hoped that no one go through the same stuff she had gone through. She hoped no one had the misfortune of becoming as corrupt as she had. So corrupt that when she peels off a mask, there's another one beneath it. She didn't even know anymore which was the real her. When was it that all these changes had taken place? Ah, yes. It had all begun with the first time that she had trusted someone and gotten in trouble for something she hadn't done.

Contrary to popular belief, Haruno truly loved her little sister. She wanted to protect her from this cruel world for as long as possible. Yukino was naïve and blissfully ignorant of the true reality of this world.

Haruno had full grasp and understanding of human nature. She looked into people's soul and saw their darkest natures. She prepared for the worst and looked underneath the underneath. Haruno was a master of deception and trickery. The world was her chess board. The people were her pieces. And Haruno was a goddess, even amongst the players.

Yukino on the other hand looked for the best in people. She tried to appear cold on the outside while on the inside she was but a big softie. Haruno wanted to protect her colourful view of the world but at the same time show her the reality so that she would at least be prepared to face what was to come in the future.

That is why when Haruno had finally met someone else like herself, she was ecstatic. The same rotten-to-the-core personality. The same cynical view of the world. The same distrustful eyes.

Oh, KAMI those EYES! Even now, every time she thought about them, her lower region felt wet.

He was about three years younger than her, but age was of little consequence. After all, age is but a number. That statement had been proven right time and time again by how men, more than a decade younger and older than herself had looked at her with unbridled lust. It was like a gift from hell. He was basically the male version of her before she had learned how to bend people to her whims. He saw the world for what it was, and being Yukino's "friend", she had also slowly learned from him.

She had once been just like he was at the moment. Never trusting anyone. Observing everything with a healthy dose of suspicion. Then she had found out… people were nothing but tools to be used and thrown away. Her first self-assigned infiltration and sabotage mission had taught her many things. Most important one being: Men mainly thought with their dicks before their brains. A peek here, a flash there, and suddenly the boy was dancing in her palms.

She had seduced the boy that her bully liked and led him on for months. Then, she had broken him in a way that would take years to fix the psychological damage. When the boy that finally asked her out, Haruno had laughed pitifully in his face and told him, "You really think I would go out with scum like you? A pity, actually. You would've made for a good friend… of course, that would've been if you hadn't been chosen as Kanemoto-san's target." The confusion on his face had nearly made her salivate at the anticipation of watching his face after she had broken him. "Yeah, that's right. I never wanted to get close to you. But I'm sure you've seen how the other girls treat me. I was ordered to seduce you and then reject you. All so that the rest of the class could see you make a fool out of yourself. Sad, isn't it? Oh well, I'm sure by tomorrow the whole school will have multiple videos of everything that has transpired. Hahaha, welcome to reality, Araya-kun. Courtesy of Kanemoto-san." She bowed deeply and walked off. The despair on his face was truly one of a kind. Both Araya, and Kanemoto hadn't shown up for a week after that day. The week after that, news of a murder-suicide had spread through the school. That was when Haruno had realized how much power a fake personality had. It was also the moment when she had uncovered an important rule of life.

If you want to control someone, give them something to lose.

After that, she had made it her life goal to control the world. She started small, from making her bullies' life miserable. Then she had moved on to the boys in her class and made them spend money on her. After that, had been seducing the children of her father's competition. Then it moved to politicians. It was somewhere in that time that she had found a treasure so precious, she wouldn't have minded losing an arm for it. She came across a book. The 48 Laws of Power. From there, her life had been a steady slope to success. But even after all this, something had been missing. After all, what was a victory if you didn't have anyone to share it with? That was when her gift from Satan had appeared.

When Haruno had first laid eyes on him, it was in the mall. She was looking for her sister and had seen her with him. Then she had analyzed him. The way his eyes roamed over the place showed experience. Not frantic jerky motions, but more of a smooth scan. They never lingered on anyone for too long though. Then at just the right moment, she made contact. She used every tactic in her book to break his mask of apathy. It was only after quite some time had passed that it dawned on her. It wasn't a mask. This was truly who he was. He saw the world for what it was.

Yes… she remembered thinking to herself. He's the one.

Haruno walked down the hallway of the battlefield that she had once owned. To her right, walked the woman that had been more a mother to her than her own mother.

Shizuka Hiratsuka. Haruno looked up to her. Nearly thirty years old and still single, and yet she cows to no one. Shizuka was what Haruno wanted to be like when she got older and her womanly charm didn't work on people anymore.

"Ne, Shizuka-chan?" Haruno called out to the older buxom woman.

"What it is, Haruno?" The teacher asked.

"How is Hikigaya-kun? I haven't seen him in a long time," she said nonchalantly. Haruno couldn't risk letting anyone find out the object of her affection.

"Hikigaya is…" Shizuka trailed off as she realized that she didn't know. Hikigaya is… what? She had seen him and talked to him today and there's no way she was going to say 'Hikigaya is as he usually is.' He wasn't. He was different. Not as gloomy as he usually was, and she might even go as far as to say that he looked a bit… happy? With a startling realization, she replied, "Hikigaya is… different."

That got Haruno's attention. Different? "Different how?" she said with completely fake mirth in her voice. It sounded like a humorous curiosity, but she was far from amused.

"Hmm… I don't know how to describe it, but… he looked less dead than usual," Shizuka said more as a question rather than a statement.

Haruno's eyes hardened, though her face remained as it was. This was Hachiman Hikigaya they were talking about. The misanthropic, pessimistic, cynical loner that saw the world for what it was and not through a rose-tinted lens. To change him would require a miracle or a woman. And as far as she knew, miracles didn't happen in real life. Her eyes narrowed by less than a millimeter as sadistic images of what she would do to the scum that put their filthy little hands on HER MAN- ah, oops! No, she thought to herself, I can't let her out yet. I have to see what happened to my precious Hachiman.

The thoughts that were occupying her brain stopped as she arrived at the clubroom. Shizuka slid open the door and walked in, followed by Haruno. "Service Club! You have a visitor!" Shizuka said.

"Yahall-," Haruno tried to follow up with that stupid greeting that was becoming popular these days when her brain ground to a halt at the sight the greeted her.

Haruno looked on as she took in the sight of two young ladies – one of them being her cute, innocent little sister – had their hands on the crotch of one young man. Said man being the one that Haruno had unknowingly fallen in love with.

"Oh my," she said in deceitful laughter. Her body spoke of amusement, but her eyes screamed bloody murder. Yes, Yukino was her little sister, but NO ONE puts their hands on her love.

"Wait!" Hachiman all but screamed out. "It's just a joke. We were just playing around," he said waving his hands before any misunderstandings happened.

"Oh? And what kind of play would that be, Hachiman-kun?" Haruno thought that using his first name would at least make him blush a bit or that she'd get to see that side of him that hates humans again. She thought wrong.

"Well, Haruno-chan," he said with a grin, "you'd have to join in to find out!"

Huh? Haruno's brain struggled to process what just happened. That was… unexpected. Not unwelcomed though, she thought to herself.

Yui, Yukino, and Shizuka turned their heads from the crazy woman to the crazy man and back again. All three of them had their jaws on the floor.

"Is that so?" Haruno replied flirtatiously as she took a step towards Hachiman, walking sexily. "Then… don't mind if I do." As she reached Hachiman, Haruno slid her arms over his shoulders and behind his neck as she pulled him closer. She waited for a reaction to her attitude. A blush. A twitch. A… anything!? She waited… and waited… and waited, but nothing came.

"Hmm?" his husky voice broke her out of her stupor as she felt his arms snake around her waist and pull her incredibly close to him. "I guess I'll have to take the initiative, huh?"

He leaned forwards. Haruno held her breath as she looked into those eyes of his. They drew closer and closer until their noses were only a millimeter away from each other. His eyes seemed to bore into the very depths of her soul. She felt completely naked as if every single desire, crime, fantasy of hers was being judged by him and belonged to him only. And as far as she was concerned, it did. Haruno liked thi- no, wait. Haruno loved this feeling. The feeling of belonging to only him. The feeling of being monopolized by him.

Haruno gazed into the abyss… and the abyss gazed back.

She couldn't hold back anymore. Haruno closed her eyes and jerked forward, smashing her lips into Hachiman's as he also reciprocated the action. Somewhere in the background a couple of gasps were heard but the couple paid it no mind, stuck in their own little world. He tasted like sweet coffee. She tasted like spearmint.

HAH! Cried out a little childish voice in the back of her head. Take THAT uh… what was her name again? Orimoto or sum? Ah, whatever! Suck it, bitches!

Haruno slid a tongue over Hachiman's lower lip and in a flash, he caught it with his own. They wrestled for dominance for a bit before Hachiman softly bit Haruno's lower lip, making her moan a little. Somehow, she felt her back hit the wall, making her acknowledge that she was now pinned between the wall and Hachiman. Haruno, not wanting to be outdone, raked her hands through his hair and pulled him closer. Her appendage autonomously made its way deeper into his mouth to explore more.

Eventually, the need for oxygen grew and the couple separated, breathing heavily, gazing into one another's lust-filled eyes. Finally, after the few seconds of silence, Hachiman chuckled.

"Congratulations on taking my first kiss," he said with a smile which didn't look like his usual creepy smiles in the least. Something about that statement made Haruno's heart swell with pride and joy.

Haruno giggled. "Congratulations on being my first love," Haruno said with a genuine smile. Hachiman jaw dropped and Haruno finally celebrated a small victory in her mind.

"Wh- huh?" he said incomprehensibly. "Haruno, do you… really…"

"Trust me, sweetie, I've dated men before, and you're the first to make me feel like this." She brought her lips closer to his ear. "Don't worry though," she whispered, "We'll take this slow. At your pace." Haruno turned her head and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

They slowly separated, and Hachiman nodded thanks.

"Remember though," she said. "You're mine."

Hachiman's raised an eyebrow as he pinned Haruno to the wall again. He lifted his hand and cupped her cheek. He smiled… though it was a completely new one. Not a creepy one. Or a genuine one. No, it was one that made Haruno wet between the legs. It was an evil sadistic one. "I think you got something wrong, sweetheart," he said as Haruno could do nothing but breathe heavily. "I own you," Hachiman half-growled out as he leaned over, and his lips latched onto her neck.

"Hanh!" she involuntarily moaned out as he sucked. Finally, after ten long – and for the others in the room, uncomfortable – seconds, Hachiman let go.

He touched the hickey that Haruno now sported on her neck with a finger and said, "That's. My. Mark. Haruno Yukinoshita… You. Are. Mine." Hachiman turned away with a sly smirk on his face and walked back to plop down on his seat at the table, kindly ignoring the look she got from Yui, Yukino, and Shizuka.

Haruno pushed down the urge to jump Hachiman right then and there and fixed herself so that it didn't look like she just came out of a heated make-out session. "Well," all eyes turned to her, "I just wanted to drop by and say hi…" she was met with three deadpan and one amused stare, "A-anyway, I'll have to get back. Yukino-chan, can you please find a replacement IT guy to fix our databases? It's an emergency so even a freelancer will do for now."

Yukino broke out of her stupor and nodded. "H-Hai, Nee-san."

"Thank you," Haruno said with a smile as she started to leave. She was just at the door before a voice stopped her.

"Haruno, wait," called out Hachiman; his voice surprisingly serious.

"Hmm?" she turned to him with a smile.

"I might be able to help you with that IT thing. That way you wouldn't need to hire anyone," he said. Haruno was going to comment on how he was playing but stopped short when she saw not a single shred of amusement in her eyes.

"Are you sure? This is serious professional stuff, Hachiman," Haruno said, also serious.

The casual use of first names didn't go unnoticed by the others but frankly, they didn't know how they were supposed to react to it.

"Let me at least take a look at it. I know how to programme fairly well, y'know. I could work with C, Java, SQL, and a fair bit of Javascript and Ruby also," Hachiman said, surprising everyone in the room.

"Oh…" Haruno's eyebrows raised. "No Python?"

"Fuck Python. Python sucks ass," he replied simply to which Haruno chuckled.

"Very well then. The faster we get this over with, the less money I lose," Haruno said and looked at Hachiman expectantly.

They sat in an awkward silence for a bit before Hachiman showed a sheepish grin and rubbed the back of his head. "Ah, well… Haha… you see… I sort of, kind of don't have my laptop with me so I'll either need to bring it here, or you'll need to come to my house with me."

Shizuka gaped, as Yui and Yukino seemingly choked on air. All of their eyes were as wide as XL ramen bowls that Shizuka ate on a regular basis. Haruno merely looked at Hachiman with an impassive expression. If there was one thing Haruno loved as much as she loved playing with people's minds and messing around with around human psychology, it would definitely be watching people's reaction to unexpected things that she did.

That's why when Hachiman casually asked Haruno to go back to his house, she didn't blush or tease him. She looked at him as said, "Sure! Wanna go now? I'll drive you in my car."

"Yeah, that's cool," he replied nonchalantly and packed his stuff up. "Hey guys," he spoke to Yui and Yukino, "Uh… sorry but I gotta leave early today. I'll make it up to you both tomorrow or something." And with a wave and a small "Bye!", he was gone.

I can feel that I'm about to hit a writer's block. How do you guys think I should proceed from here?