Natsume placed her hands on her hips, her eyes roaming the spa. She was wearing her new swimsuit, a teeny dark lavender bikini that showed off her boobs and deliciously long legs. She smirked, tilting her head back and enjoying the false sunlight of the Ootori medical oasis spa. Or, that's what she thought they were called anyway. It didn't matter, because she could still enjoy the false way the lights beat down on her, enjoy how they managed to keep the place a balmy seventy-four degrees. It was nice, better than she expected. And she had a place to show off her swimsuits.

She turned her face to look at Kyoya, her eyes glinting mischievously behind the tinted purple lenses of her platinum aviators and smirked. "It's better than what I was expecting." She turned her face away, trying hard to hide her smile as he smirked. ". . . But it's not the best."

He shot her a look. "What does that mean?"

She pursed her glossy purple lips before shrugging, her gold gladiator sandals slapping the sugar white sand they had imported from Portugal. "It's just not . . . the best, you know?"

His fingers wrapped around her bicep and he whipped her around to face him, his eyes smoldering. "Take that back. The Ootori spas are the absolute best. And you know it."

God, she loved pushing his buttons. She let her eyes roam around the barren jungle setting. "I don't know . . ."

He scoffed. "It's certainly better than that cheap place you showed me three days ago."

Two months ago, she probably would have bitch slapped him. The thought crossed her mind but it was brief, fleeting. A reaction to everything was seemingly annoying to her. She smirked instead, tilting her head back. Her fingers hooked into the belt loops of his khaki cargo shorts, pulling their hips together. "Quit bitchin' . . . bitch."

He shot her a dark look but let it go, instead dipping his head and pressing their foreheads together. Two months ago he would have thought it preposterous that they would be this close. Natsume was everything he wasn't: loud, boisterous and seemingly not his type. She was downright mean half the time, but the other, she was grinning like she didn't have a care in the world. Half the time they were together.

Her hips ground against his as she kissed his collarbone. "I still don't want to marry you."

He closed his eyes, slipping his fingers through her inky locks. "Who said I wanted to marry you?"

Her head tilted back, her eyes crinkling in the corner with a hidden grin. "Are you dissing me now?"

"And what if I am?" He smirked down at her, his hands resting on her ample hips.

Her tongue ran over her full bottom lip, tawny eyes peeking out over her shades. "You honestly don't want to go there. I could have you in a headlock faster than you could scream for your mommy."

"You're probably right." He dipped his head and kissed her temple. "And I really don't want to test that theory."

"Chicken."

He smiled pleasantly and walked away, heading towards the control center. Natsume smirked, grabbing her sheer green-blue cover up from the back of a white beach chair. Tying it around her hips, she let her eyes wander around the spa. It was better than she could have possibly imagined, and even though she had a few ideas for the control, she could say that this place was absolutely grade-A.

"They'll be here soon." Kyoya said, glancing at the clock on his HandiMan. "If you want to be gone before they get here . . ."

"What are you?" Natsume laughed, hooking her thumbs on the edge of the cover up. A false wind kicked up from somewhere, making the cover up swim around her slender legs. "Scared I might embarrass you?"

He rolled his eyes as she sauntered past him in her gladiator sandals, hip-checking him as she past. "Please, Natsume. I promised Tamaki there wouldn't be anybody else here."

She snapped her fingers. "Shoot. And I was going to bring the girls."

"No, don't. That'll just make Tamaki wish he had picked out a costume." Kyoya scowled. "The costumes are getting old. But they're good for business."

"You and money." She rolled her eyes, slipping on her white racer back tank top. "You know what would be even better for business?"

"Don't say it," he warned, glaring at her.

She bit her lip, holding back a dopey grin. "How do you even know what I'm going to say?"

"I can read your mind." He looked to his HandiMan. "Seriously though, you need to leave."

She pouted and poked his shoulder. "Fine, fine. I'm going."

"Thank you."

Flouncing away, the slide her aviator sunglasses over her eyes, throwing her rainbow colored large canvas bag over her shoulder. The sound of Kyoya talking into his cell phone reached her ears and she was tempted to camp out, just to see his eyes bug out when he found her in a beach chair. But then again, Tamaki would probably run over and try to seduce her or whatever the hell he did, and at this moment, she didn't want to deal with that.

She tossed a wave over her shoulder and headed for the front door.

--X--

"Shit!"

Keiko yelped, slamming her foot down on the back. She and Natsume lurched forward, Keiko going fast first into the steering wheel as Natsume's neck gave a protesting crack from whiplash. The car skidded along the empty street of their neighborhood, leaving an ugly black two-foot skid mark across the recently repaved road.

"What the hell!" Keiko screeched, white-knuckling the black leather steering wheel of her 98 Yatatsuba muscle car (She was into classic cars. Especially the Yatatsuba classic cars). Her tawny eyes swirled angrily as Natsume scowled darkly from the passenger seat, rubbing her sore neck. "You startled me, Natsume! What. The. Hell!"

"Oh, shut up!" Natsume snapped back, then groaned as her whiplash shot pain from her neck to the base of her skull. "Man that hurt!"

"Well, no fucking duh!" Keiko growled, pressing her foot down on the accelerator. "Whiplash tends to hurt, dontcha know."

Natsume glowered at her. "Again, I advise you to shut up." She sighed, letting her head drop back. "I'll just hit up that cheap place again and get a much appreciated massage."

"Of course, you'll be paying for me." Keiko shot her a no-nonsense look. "Want to tell me why you're yelling while I'm driving?"

"Want to tell me why you don't have sex?"

Keiko's face turned crimson as she scowled at the windshield. "You aren't even remotely funny. And that's not any of your damned business either. But!" she snapped, before Natsume could open her mouth, "You yelling almost got us killed. So I deserve an explanation or you'll be paying for my new tires. With interest."

Natsume glared at her. "Fine. I forgot to tell Kyoya I would be going away for the summer. Happy?"

"And that permits you to yell obscenities in my car?"

Natsume rolled her eyes as Keiko leaned out the window of the car to hit the button to the gate. "Can't you speak normal for once?"

"Just because I use bigger words than you can process doesn't mean I have to stop using them. You should probably start carrying a pocket dictionary when you're around me."

Natsume plopped her feet on the dashboard, which she knew Keiko hated, fodling her arms as she glared at her Naughty Navy-colored toes. "Shut up, for the third time."

"So you decided to take Karen up on her invitation?" Keiko raked her fingers through her hair, pursing her soft pink lips. "And here I thought you thought she was a major bitch in a sweet-conniving way."

"I can change my mind," Natsume pouted, folding her arms tighter.

Keiko chuckled, driving one-handed as she applied clear gloss to her lipstick. "Yes. But you normally don't. What gives?"

"I changed my mind," the younger girl ground out, glaring bloody murder at her manicured toes. "So what?"

Keiko smirked, pulling up in front of the house. "Alright, alright."

"Where are you going anyways?" Natsume smirked as stepped out of the car, her sister's cheeks turning crimson. "Got a hot date tonight?"

Keiko blushed harder, furiously smoothing her maroon silk blouse and white slacks. "It's . . . It's not any of your business."

"Well," Natsume smiled, leaning in the window. "When you start fucking him in the house, just make sure to get soundproofing for your walls, though I doubt that will help you much. Dad's got like, super sonic hearing."

Keiko pushed up her glasses, blushing darkly. "How do you even know about this?"

Natsume winked, but didn't say a word, instead flouncing off, her canvas bag thrown over her shoulder.

Sorry this took so long.

I think I might end the story on the next chapter. It's short (definitely shorter than what I normally do)

But that's cool. I like it^^

I'm outtie, for now ~CocoaAngel95 :]