Kyoya knocked on the front door of the Yatatsuba residence, silently fuming to himself. Never before had he gotten so pissed at his father, or ever for that matter, but man, was he pissed now. Being shoved into an arranged marriage was enough. But being forced to take her on a date for publicity was just stupid. And unfortunately, since it was Reiji's idea and since the bride's family paid for the wedding, Kyoya's father agreed whole-heartily.

The door was yanked open and he was faced with a worried looking Hiroshi and an indignant Hoshi.

"Good, you're here." Hiroshi yanked on his arm as Hoshi latched onto the back of his dark blue polo. "We thought you were going to be fashionably late or something." He and Hoshi shoved him up the stairs, saying in a very loud voice. "Kyoya's here!"

Kyoya blinked, as he started up the stairs, Hiroshi babbling about he and Hoshi, who gave little input. But even their talking didn't even cover up the loud noises emitting from Natsume's room. Kyoya cringed, seeing Kaede sweep across the landing, hands fisting at her side. She looked pissed, with her brow furrowed and her ruby red mouth bunched up.

She didn't even say hello, just pointed a French-tipped nail towards Natsume's room. "You can deal with that idiot and the witch." With those words, she marched down the hallway in her black Mary Jane-style flats.

"She's not a witch," Hoshi said hotly, glaring at Kaede, who glared back. "And she's a whole heck of a lot nicer than you, even in the bad mood."

Kaede let out a sigh and ran a hand through her hair. "Sorry. But I just don't have the patience anymore."

Something crashed and nobody flinched. Kyoya glanced at the end of the hall before deciding to get it over with. While the twins and Kaede argued some more, he popped his head in the doorway of Natsume's room, and was instantly bombarded with words. A colorful selection of them came from a certain five-foot-six teenager with black hair and glassy tawny eyes.

Finally, Reiji threw up his arms and let loose with an insult Kyoya didn't think was possible from a father. Kyoya stepped back as Natsume let out a screech and threw herself face down on her bed, dressed in only a teal oversized sweater and lace baby blue boy shorts. Reiji stomped out into the hallway, slamming the door closed behind him.

After taking some deep breaths, he turned towards Kyoya. "Oh," he deadpanned, taking in Kyoya's black jeans and dark blue polo. "That's right. You're going on a date. Though I don't know how you'll be able to deal with the beast in there," he muttered under his breath.

Kyoya fought to keep his eyebrows from rising as Reiji heaved a dramatic –just like his daughter- exasperated sigh. "Can you talk to her for me? Just see what has her so upset? Whatever I say to her, it goes in one ear and out the other." Reiji ran a hand through his hair. "She's so stubborn, I swear!"

The teenager glanced at the closed walnut arched door, wondering how Reiji couldn't possibly know what was wrong with Natsume. He nodded, just in case. "I can talk to her."

"Thank you," Reiji patted his shoulder warmly. "You're doing me a wonderful favor, Kyoya." He opened and door and paused, almost as if he were expecting something to come flying at him. He cleared his throat before saying, "Natsume. Kyoya's here."

"Then send him in you old coot," she growled and Kyoya swept past Reiji, who looked ready to start another argument by the way his face was twisting up. He closed the door with a pleasant smile at Reiji and turned towards Natsume. She lay on her stomach, her inky black hair splayed out on her sparkly different colored plush pillows. She breathed heavily, her shoulders rising and falling dramatically as she gulped down air.

Kyoya cleared his throat, taking a step towards her. "Natsume."

She didn't move, didn't even budge to shoot him a dirty look. That wasn't a good sign, he figured. He stood at the side of the bed, shifting in his loafers. His eyes scanned her room. Everything from her brightly colored walls to her electric blue beanbag chairs to the bright array of clothing scattered across the spacious room. It looked like she was actually making an effort to look nice, only that came to a screeching halt when she got in a fight with her father.

He reached out and touched her shoulder lightly. She stiffened before wrapping her arms around a small blue circular plush pillow and folding at the waist, her hair covering her face like a curtain.

He sighed again, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Natsume-san, are you alright?"

"What do you think?" she snapped, her back arching as she dug her long navy-colored nails into the pillow. "I mean, WHAT THE FUCK?! Who the hell does he think he is? Don't I get a say in what I do on my Sunday nights? Do I not have a choice in what I do with my life?"

Kyoya sighed, shaking his head and sitting on the edge of her large queen-size bed. "Please, Natsume-san. We've gone through this before. There's nothing we can do."

"Like hell!" she spat, sitting up and crossing her arms. He watched as she fumed to herself, her chest rising and falling with the yogic breaths she was taking. That apparently hadn't worked because she launched herself from the bed, beating on her pillow and muttering to herself. He watched silently as she gulped down air and marched in a tight circle, her eyes flashing angrily.

When she calmed down enough, she plopped down beside him, the pillow resting in her lap. "There has to be something." She sighed and dropkicked the pillow lazily. "Who am I kidding? This is Reiji we're talking about here. As long as the contract has to do with me, there are no loopholes."

She poked her lip out in a pout and flopped down on her stomach next to Kyoya on the bed. "I mean, seriously? We already engaged. We don't have be together every single fuckin' hour right? Man."

Kyoya nodded, resting his elbows on his knees and lacing his fingers together. For a moment, they just sat there, letting the silence flow before she jumped up her, eyes bright. A smug smirk crossed her glossed lips as she bounded across the room and grabbed her cell phone.

He watched as she speed dialed someone. "What are you doing?"

"Well," she giggled almost evilly, her eyes glinting happily. "Eighteen is when you're officially an adult, right?" He nodded and she bounced in her seat before bringing her legs up and sitting cross-legged.

He frowned. "Natsume, you're not making any sense."

She rolled her eyes, "Yes, I'll hold." Settin the phone aside, she rolled her eyes again. "Since we will be turning eighteen in a few months, I think we can get out of this arranged marriage."

He eyed her for a moment. "You're not serious, are you?"

"Damn right I am!" She grinned and held the phone to her ear before rolling her eyes. "Damn. How long does it take to get somebody?"

He shook his head disbelievingly. "I can't believe you're doing this. Have you stopped to think-,"

"No, Kyoya," she snapped, glaring at him before he could say the rest, "I haven't. And you know what? I don't fuckin' care." She paused, listening to somebody before her face lit up again. "God! Finally! I thought I was going to be waiting forever!"

Kyoya stood and watched as she eagerly spoke into the phone before sighing and shaking his head. Of course she would find something wrong with the contract. He checked his watch and left the room, deciding he would rather have nothing to do with her plots than have to deal with them. She was turning into a female version of Tamaki.

Ugh, I was on a roll! And I had an IDEA and then I LOST IT!

Man, I feel like kicking myself!

So, I'm sorry, this is like the shortest chapter in here.

You deserver better

Anyways, I'm outtie ~CocoaAngel95 :/