So, I was gone for three days on a camping trip! Gave me plenty of time to come up with a decent second chapter!

I do not own Kyoya, but I do own the whole Yatatsuba family, so no, you can't use them unless you asked me XD

Enjoy!

Kyoya slid out of the back of the midnight blue Mercedes-Benz, shading his eyes as he stared up at the mansion. It was elegant, with a circular driveway and green lawn dotted with elms, oaks, maples and a few cherry trees. The gravel driveway crunched under his sandals as he made his way towards the arched double doors, his parents greeting the maids behind him.

Today he finally met his fiancé, who was no doubt inside screaming. Especially by the way the maids who had rushed out to meet them were looking. If Natsume was anything like he expected, then he was going to have a lot on his hands. There was very little doubt she was going to be happy about all this. Mr. Yatatsuba had all but sounded concerned for Kyoya has he described Natsume's current mood.

Kyoya felt a smile grace his lips. Natsume's file had described her as intense and sometimes obnoxious. But she was also smart and a little bit devious. If it hadn't been for the fact that her ideas of machinery were far more advanced than what was current, Kyoya probably wouldn't have bothered. But she was indeed very useful and he could actually use her.

The front doors were blown open by a pair of taller-than-average eight-year-olds. The girl had long curly black hair that glistened with every step. Her tawny eyes shimmered with seriousness as she glided towards Kyoya in a pair of black patent leather Mary Janes and a red sundress, a black ribbon around her hips. The boy had a silly grin and just as curly black hair, dressed in a baby blue polo and a pair of khaki cargo pants.

The boy spoke first, waving madly. "You must be the no good bastard onee-san was ranting about!"

The girl's full lips twitched into a smile at Kyoya's puzzled expression. "She's in the downstairs sunroom, throwing every available thing at the wall so that she doesn't hurt you. At least she's trying."

Kyoya looked to the house, hiding his expression. "Oh. Well, I guess I should go in then."

"I wish you luck!" the boy laughed, punching Kyoya's arm playfully. "If you're not dead by sunset, you might actually have a chance."

The girl nodded, adjusting the black choker around her neck. "I too wish you luck, Bastard-san. Onee-san was contemplating whether or not to blow off your meeting today. She still has a mind to. I would tread carefully if I were you."

"What she said!" her twin laughed brightly, before hooking his elbow with hers and starting across the gravel in his sandals.

Kyoya had half a mind to turn around. Natsume obviously wasn't in a good mood. It wouldn't be wise to go in right now-

"Oh!" A woman in a tomato-red sheath dress and white square-toe Cole Haan pumps appeared in the doorway, her sparkly brown eyes smiling like her soft pink lips. "You must be Kyoya!" She chuckled as the twins chattered, or the boy anyways, with Kyoya'sparents. "I'm Yatatsuba Yoko, Natsume's mother. Those two are Hiroshi and Hoshi."

Kyoya nodded, bowing softly. "Good morning, Yatatsuba-san-,"

"Oh please," Yoko glided down the granite stairs, chuckling softly, "call me Yoko-chan. I feel so old." She pushed her glossy black ponytail over her shoulder, standing a foot taller than Kyoya on the step. "Reiji is going to appreciate your politeness."

"M-o-o-om!" a screech echoed around the driveway. Kudos to Kyoya, he didn't flinch, instead, turning his gaze from Yoko to the girl storming down the twin marble stairs.

In a green ombre long-sleeve cardigan with a white tank top, a draped green ombre skirt and white one-strap wedges, she looked summer chic. Her glossy black hair swam around her face in soft curls that bounced with each step. Her intense tawny eyes could have burnt a hole in Yoko as she stalked across the polished bamboo floor. In otherwise, she was the most beautifully dangerous thing Kyoya had ever set eyes on.

She came to a stop in the doorway, her chest heaving. Steam practically rolled out of her ears, dulling the shine of the huge diamond studs in her earlobes. Crossing her arms, she glared at Yoko, whose eyes widened before she bolted past Natsume in a panic, saying in a shrill cry, "The teriyaki!"

Natsume sighed dramatically, using her hand to toss her hair over her shoulder. Kyoya attempted saying something to get her attention when she turned towards him. Her eyes were harsh, contempt. The curl in her full lips was full of scorn and bursting with a sarcastic comment. And then her gaze shifted and fell on his parents.

Her smile couldn't have been brighter as she shoved past Kyoya, holding out a French-manicured hand to his father. "Good morning! I didn't think you'd be here so early!" She bowed deeply, her smile bright and cheery. "I'm so glad you could make it!"

Kyoya felt a jolt of . . . something shoot through his stomach as she turned her gaze on him, her arms wrapping around his neck and her warm fingertips pressing the pulse of his neck. "It's wonderful to meet you, Kyoya-san! It's a pleasure to meet you!"

She laughed this sound that seemed to brighten the whole day. Kyoya felt a smile grace his lips as he hugged her back. Natsume may be a first class actor, but that laugh was something he could get used to. "Yes. It's a pleasure of mine to meet you as well, Natsume-san."

She pulled back a little too quickly and for the briefest moment, he saw the surprise and puzzlement in her eyes. It was obvious she hadn't expected him to hug back. His smile got a little bit bigger. Maybe this was going to be fun after all.

--X--

Natsume felt tingly all over.

That was bad, considering this was five minutes after Kyoya had touched her. She shoved a piece yokan into her well-glossed mouth, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Other than the fact that she couldn't beat her record for putting together a computer (it was still three hours, fifty-two minutes and forty-three seconds), Kyoya was ruining her mood. He had made it his main purpose in life to make sure she knew he was there. Everywhere she looked, touched, twitched, his presence seemed to follow her. Chemistry or not, she wasn't happy.

Her tawny eyes fell on her bone-white china plate as a piece of teriyaki was shoved in front of her, Yoko smiling warmly. "You should eat something other than that sweet stuff, sweetie."

Natsume nodded, sliding the plate in front of her. Thankfully, the table was too busy comparing money states to worry about her. Sure, she was usually in the limelight, but right now, she needed some quiet time. And the garden was a good place to start.

"Excuse me," she announced sweetly after eating half of the teriyaki, tilting her head for the maximum "Lovely Effect". "I'm not feeling well. May I be excused to the garden?" She turned her intense eyes on Reiji, who was glaring at her.

Before he could even nod, she had bolted, as elegantly as she could, towards the doors, but not before hearing, "Why don't you join her, Kyoya?"

She grinded her laser-whitened teeth, clenching the silver handles to the doors of the great room, where they were eating. Was it honestly necessary to send him along? Hadn't she said she wasn't feeling good? What kind of idiot sent Kyoya along to help her feel better? That's right.

Her father.

"Of course." She stood ramrod still as the sound of a chair scrapping wood met her ears. And he agreed? Wasn't he at all upset that he had been shoved into this unruly predicament? Wasn't he at all pissed that he had to deal with her dramatics? Wait . . . she hadn't shown anything dramatic yet. Key word: yet.

An idea surged through her brain in the few seconds it took Kyoya to reach her side. Almost instantly, she wrapped her arms around his, pressing her boobs to his arm. With a too sweet smile, she tilted her head, saying in a cheery voice. "Let's take a walk around the roses. They should be in full bloom by now."

The shock coursing through his eyes wasn't reflected on his face. She would have scowled, but it would have blown her cover. The smiles on Kyoya's parents' face were almost happy. She hoped this five-foot-ten dude wasn't some hot emo loner or something.

Had she just thought that?

Before she could do anything, Kyoya was patting her hands, the obvious challenge in his eyes but not in his voice. "That would be lovely."

In the back of her mind, she was saying in snarky voice; You're so on buddy. Kyoya had picked the wrong person to mess with. Yatatsube Natsume wasn't a force to reckon with. Let's see how long it took him to realize that fact.

--X--

That day, a game was started. And neither was going down without a fight. Let the best player win.

So, it's been established! Natsume and Kyoya are going to have a battle of will! The first one to go under is the loser!

The prize?

Ultimate bragging rights- for life.

Think you can handle that?