A/N: This Chapter is dedicated to all my lovely reviewers. Especially to Neo Eodieseo Watneunji, who claims that this story has been tormenting them. This one was inspired by Secret by The Pierces. Things are going to get interesting from this point on, I really hope that you like it.

Kamiko stood inside Kyouya's office. She had chosen mid-morning as the time for her little invasion since she could be certain that he would not surprise her by walking in.

She had no illusions that she was particularly intelligent. She had graduated high school with no more than passing grades. She was more interested in gossip and fashion than business meetings. But anyone who thought she was stupid had a lot to learn.

She knew how to make herself secure of what she wanted. Being the daughter of parents who substituted things for affection, some of her earliest lessons had been in obtaining what she desired, and with three sisters to compete with, she had soon learned how to keep whatever she had.

And what she wanted was the big society wedding, the ring on her finger and the assurance that came with the name 'Ootori.' But therein lay something of a problem.

That Kyouya was hiding something was obvious. He spent a great deal of time in this room and had made it too clear that she was not allowed inside. Whatever his secret was, she knew there would be some sign of it in here.

She would not allow secrets this early in the relationship. Once they were married, and things were settled, she really didn't care what happened. But things were too unstable at the moment, she could too easily lose. And that was not something she could accept.

Despite the unnecessity of it, Kamiko tiptoed around the room. She was thankful that the decoration was so minimalist, it made it easy to spot anything out of place. And considering how neat Kyouya was; out of place was exactly what she was looking for.

She went through, placing everything back exactly how she had left it. Nothing in the cupboards, nothing in the filing cabinet, nothing on top of his desk. All that was left were the drawers.

First one: nothing but stationary.

Second one: More papers, a quick flick through showed nothing but business documents. She replaced them with a huff.

Third one: She was about to open it when she heard the unmistakable sounds of footsteps outside.

She panicked, slamming the drawer shut and casting her eyes frantically for a place to hide. She settled on the standing cupboard against the wall which looked like it was meant to hold coats but which was currently empty.

As quickly as she could, she ducked into the little nook and shut the door behind her. She couldn't see anything due to the darkness of the room but she focused on calming her breathing as she heard the door opening.

She didn't know how long she was in there while the person on the other side (a maid judging by the sound of the vacuum cleaner) puttered around, but she probably offered more bargains to the universe in that little space of time that she had in all of the last year.

Eventually it came to nothing as the person left the room without looking in Kamiko's improvised hiding space. She let out a breath in relief and cracked the door, peeking to make sure that she really was alone.

The room was empty once again, and she made a beeline for the drawer that she had been interrupted on. She didn't know what she had been expecting to find. Maybe something linking Kyouya to the Yakuza, or a bank statement that showed him heavily in debt.

Whatever is had been, it was not a single photo frame lying face down. She lifted it with care, flipping it over. The photograph was of Kyouya, smiling in a way that she didn't think she had ever seen. It was still slight, but there was a sparkle in his eyes that was nothing like the glare of his glasses. He had his arm around a brunette woman with hair in a rather masculine style. Where had she seen that face before?

Then it hit her like a train going 200 km/h.

That sneaking little RAT!

It was that Fujioka bitch from the party. Kyouya was having an affair with that ugly little…

Her mind went off on that topic, applying many of the choicest epithets in her arsenal to the unsuspecting Haruhi (who sneezed out of nowhere in the middle of class and interrupted the lecturer).

A/N: I know it was short, but the next bit really does need to be broken from this. I plan to start writing that bit immediately.

Edit 15/09/2015: Cleaned up some spelling mistakes. So sorry to all of my readers that they got in there