Ok so here we are, new chap for everyone.
People seem to want longer chapters, so I'm doing my best to make the chapters longer. Although I must say that my idea of long chapters and other people's ideas of "long chapters" are probably different =P
Hope you enjoy it!
There were many things you didn't want Kyoya to be. Highest on this list would be 'enemy'. Others included 'sleepy' and 'angry'. And you most definitely would not want him to be 'sleepy' and 'angry' at the same time.
And Kyoya was sleepy and getting very close to angry. With exaggerated patience he placed a long finger on the intercom button and pressed down.
"Yes Ohtori-sama?" Rang the painfully cheerfully voice of one of the maids.
"Where's my coffee?" he spoke with words of ice and felt a certain, some would call sadistic, pleasure as he imagined how the maid would be squirming at the coldness of the words.
"I'll be there shortly." This voice was not one he wanted to hear right now and yet it proved to have an annoyingly calming effect on his body. He idly wondered whether this person had a death wish.
Haruhi shook her head to herself as she walked the distance from the kitchens to Ohtori-sama's study.
True to her words, Haruhi soon appeared in the doorway clad in the black and white maid outfit of the female staff, minus one tray of coffee. Kyoya fixed her with a glare that she bravely defied.
"There isn't any coffee left," She said bluntly.
"...I'm sorry?" raised eyebrow, daring her to say it again.
With the usual bluntness "There's no more coffee. You've drunk it all."
"Then go and get some more," He said, Haruhi made to object and he raised his hand in a kingly manner, "Fujioka-san, it is part of your job to make sure there is enough coffee,"
"I put an order but it was delayed,"
Kyoya sighed exaggeratedly, "Just go and get some."
Haruhi huffed out the door and returned half an hour later with a tray of steaming fresh coffee. Without a word she placed down the tray and moved away. Kyoya reached out, grasped the cup and raised it to his lips.
Haruhi watched with interest as her employer seemed to struggle not to down the entire drink in one gulp. But then, she supposed, the rich and famous did not ever bring themselves down to the level of 'commoners' and engage in the inelegant act of 'gulping'.
Slowly Kyoya placed cup down.
"Fujioka-san?"
"Hai?"
"What is this?"
"…ah…coffee?" She said, thinking that maybe he had truly lost it this time.
"What kind of coffee, Fujiokka-san?"
"Instant."
"Instant?"
"Hai."
"I see." Unsure whether this was not a dismissal or not Haruhi stayed where she was.
"Fujioka-san?"
"Yes?"
"You do know it's rude to stare, I assume?" Haruhi flushed slightly at his cool tone and hurriedly left.
As the door clicked shut behind her he took another sip. He stared into the cup for a moment, contemplating, before reaching out and pressing a finger to the intercom button.
"Yes Ohtori-sama?" the voice of his bodyguard crackled over the connection.
"Tachibana, cancel the order of Brazilian coffee beans."
*laughs* Looking back at the last chap I probably should have said something like "lol" when I was complaining about there being no reviewers.
So a HUGE thanks to: darkandbittersweet, Arcanelle, klaire-chan, DemonicHime and Kelii-chan for their wonderful reviews!