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This chapter is in Kaoru's POV and is based on Dancing in the Moonlight by Thin Lizzy.

"Heehee, I simply love my job," I comment contentedly and perhaps a tad malevolently.

"And what job may that be?" Kyoya remarks in a dead pan like manner, carelessly pushing his glasses further up his nose.

Down the lavishly decorated hallway of famous paintings and Grecian style pillars with nymphs dancing their way around coquettishly, a group of hysterical girls are put on drip and oxygen in order to counteract the effects of Kyoya-sempai's aloof sexiness.

"You know, if we are going to cooperate, you must stop this business of placing random girls in hospital. I can't think for all the completely overdramatic sighs and depressive groans."

He casually shrugs his shoulders. Hmm, it seems like that is the best reaction I will receive today. Okay, I will take it!

I continue to follow Hikaru and Haruhi inconspicuously down the hallways … I know everything that goes on here. Think of me as the Gretchen Wieners of Ouran High…except I am a guy. And I am in all their classes, so it is to be expected that I know they were sent to the principal's office for supposed 'disorderly conduct.' Yeah, whatever…

And I bumped into Kyoya-sempai on my way out, throwing a harried excuse "I need to go the bathroom really bad," before rushing out of the room, not waiting for any fumbled remark in return, using my 'new-fangled' walkie talkie that Kyoya-sempai insists on, claiming that we can't be a matchmaking slash spy service without one. Of course, we are neither a matchmaking nor spy service. I am only looking to match make my brother with my best friend Haruhi, who go together like bread and butter, peanut and butter, ootoro and…I think you get the drift!

I have never realised that Kyoya is so…idiosyncratic.

Regardless, we are now moseying around like we are in a park filled with beautiful and exotic flowers, stopping every so once in a while to gulp in the exquisite aroma before capering playfully once more…

Before I distract myself with that astounding image, let me remind you. I have a devious plan prepared for our trip and I won't tell you what is about to transpire under any circumstances! Now it is my cue to stick my tongue out.

"Um…Kaoru, why are you sticking your tongue out? There is no one around. And what is that about us capering in the park? I didn't quite catch it."

Immediately, he begins writing in his secretive black notebook, which I am sure contains his deepest, darkest desires. I often compare that notebook or indeed his laptop to a death note. Hmmm…. I must investigate that. He does seem like the type.

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