Chapter Two: The Wrong Pocket To Pick

"Okay, Haruhi, what the hell? That is the second time in the last week you've killed someone!" Dillon said, hands on his hips as he stared at the lazy thief, a hat covering her face.

Beneath the hat, the brunette sighed, lifting the hat from her face and turning her sleepy, brown eyes towards the barkeeper that gave her shelter, "He was a perverted jackass that moved his hands too close. And since I couldn't move to kick him, the next best thing was my knife."

"Oi...I know you're a thief and death can be part of the job, but damn, Haruhi. All of that just to protect yourself? Isn't it too much?"

"Not really, if I can protect my greatest treasure. I may be a thief, but I do have some morals."

Dillon sighed, "Why on Earth did you turn to thievery? Your mother and father were such kind and gentle people and raised you like a princess."

Haruhi blinked as she stared up at the ceiling, then sat up in the bed and pulled on her shoes. She grabbed her knife from the nightstand, wrapping it underneath her shorts before placing on her wrap.

"A woman of innocence needs to learn how to survive in this world. Becoming a thief was a lot better than going to the brothel."

"Tachibana, I don't need a bodyguard for walking through town. After all, I am well trained on my own to defend myself."

"Milord, with all due respect, you shouldn't have need for such knowledge."

Mischievous eyes glinted behind glass as Lord Kyouya Ohtori stepped outside of the carriage. "You'd be amazed when it may come in handy," he said, turning around from the carriage with his cloak swaying around him, "I'll be back later."

Haruhi peered down from her rooftop perch, an apple in her hand. "Stupid Dillon had to wake me up, and then on top of that there was barely any money left in that pouch from Toshiro to buy a decent breakfast," she muttered, "So now I have to resort to pickpocketing in the daylight. Sadly no one in this damn town has any great fortune."

She took a bite of her apple, her eyes peering over the fruit. Her brow suddenly quirked, dropping the fruit from her lips as she moved the bite she took to the corner of her mouth, "Oh what's this? A stranger in town?"

Her brown eyes trailed the raven-haired, black-cloak-wearing man as he traveled down the main street of town. Judging by how kept he was, he was of some sort of lineage, walking around in search of some sort of freedom. Which, for a thief like Haruhi, meant he had some sort of money on him.

She smirked, placing on her hat, "Found my target. After this, I may be able to move onto another town and out of Dillon's stupid bar!"

Kyouya had to admit, the town was nice and quiet, even a little bustling. "King Suoh really does make sure that his citizens never suffer," he said softly, observing a couple conversing with a marketkeeper, "My father could learn a few things from this, personally."

He didn't notice the young that came close to him until their bodies collided.

"Oops, sorry sir! Didn't see you!" she said with a little giggle, her brown eyes shielded slightly underneath the brim of her workman's hat with one arm cutely tucked behind her back. She continued to run off, turning down a corner once she felt like she was out of eyesight.

The young lord just chuckled as he tapped his hip, "Nice try, little pickpocket, however..."

Haruhi looked past the corner of the alley she sneaked into before letting out a small sigh of relief, "Whew, that was pretty easy. Thank god for distractions. And the spoils are now mine."

Just as she started to open the bag she had taken, her body froze and she turned quickly, jumping back quickly from the sudden feeling of company that had join her. "Shit, I've been followed," she muttered, pulling out her knife from beneath her shorts.

Before she even had a chance to unsheathe her weapon, she found her back against the rocky wall, arms pinned tightly and a body crushing against hers. "You picked the wrong pocket to steal from, my little thief," said her captor, and Haruhi growled, "Obviously. Didn't think the traveler would be this cunning. Fine, I will return your treasure, now release me."

She saw her captor grinned, "Oh, I'm not interested in the money. Obviously you find more merit in that little bit of gold. However, I believe I find more merit in you."

"Perverted bastard, release me!"

"Perverted bastard, am I? Have I touched you in any way to make you feel that way?"

"Your speech is more than enough. I will not allow a dirty demon like you to touch me further."

He chuckled, pinning both of her arms with one hand as the other gripped her chin, "I do enjoy your spunk, my little thief. What is your name?"

She growled again, hating how she had gotten herself into this defenseless predicament. For the moment, she admitted her defeat, "Haruhi Fujioka."

"The genius master thief. What an honor...and what a shame it would be if you're caught by the Royal Guard," her captor said, whispering into her ear, "I wouldn't want that to happen to a beautiful, spunky woman like you. You're a rare breed."

He smirked, "Then I will give you the ultimatum of a lifetime."

He began to pull at Haruhi's arm, much to her protest, down the street, leaving her knife laying in the alley. She pulled against his grip, yelled and screamed at him despite the looks they were gaining from the townspeople, but he refused to let go until they reached the carriage outside of town.

"Tachibana."

The older man perked up at the sound of his name, "Lord Kyouya! You've returned from your walk?"

"Wait, Lord Kyouya? You've got to be freaking kidding me. Lord Kyouya Ohtori, the third son of King Ohtori? Oh dear god, what the hell mess is this?" Haruhi exclaimed, much to the brow raising of the watching carriage-driver.

"May I inquire, milord?"

"This little spitfire of a woman shall be coming with us. She will be my new personal servant."

Haruhi stopped pacing and glared at Kyouya, who stared at her with a smirk on his lips. Oh. Hell. No.

Some humor, some drama, but all fun. So what will happen now that Kyouya has intention on naming Haruhi his personal servant? She won't take it lightly! Anyway, until the next chapter, ja ne!