Let's play the who is Adelaide game? I know that I don't have very many readers yet, but if anyone would be up for it…..I have a sneaky, dirty, very twin-like game. The idea came to me as I began describing Adelaide in this chapter. Since she is my character I can describe her anyway that I want, but I'm interested in knowing what you guys think that she looks like. Does she look like you? The girl next door? Someone from class? What does your Adelaide look like?

Kaoru and Hikaru: "I think that she is just so lazy that she can't describe her own character."

Charily: "I AM NOT! YOU GUYS! I can to describe her."

Hikaru: "Sure, you can."

Kaoru: "Yeah common do it then."

Charily: "No, I'm trying to do this really proactive thing with my readers! Kyouya! Tamaki! Convince them otherwise. Help! Please!

Honey: ***"Awe, I believe you, Chara-chan!"***

Charily: "Thanks. I totally had to Google that honorific."

Suddenly, an earthquake erupts and from beneath the floor Renge arises.

Renge: CHEATER! SHE'S A CHEATER. A PHONEY. A FRUAD…..a…a…a…a…

Haruhi: "Um, I think it's about time to get going on that story."

Mori: "Yeah…"

Charily: "Right…so if you wanna play the game Email me at leaveyourselfalone at live . com or just message me on here. Whatever you are more comfortable with. Ok, so whatever, Haruhi has a point... ENJOY! :)

Kyouya had planned everything so that he could interrogate her more frequently before she began classes at Ouran. Information such as who a person could possibly be related to could be very beneficial and he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She'd come to him and it was obvious that whatever business her stepfather dealt in, it was very profitable. He could even own one of the new international corporations that were becoming increasingly well known. He had tried in vain to find information about her and in frustration had even dared to hack the information database of the U.S. Embassy. On top of his club duties and studies, this might provide him with some much needed entertainment. It was a challenge.

Adelaide had been invited to the Ootori house every day, at exactly 6:00p.m. (and she would never dare show up late for fear that he would turn her away), until she began attending school. Kyouya, as pro their agreement, had offered to provide her with maps and blueprints of the High school. He had somehow managed to obtain her schedule in advance and offered lessons on Japanese manners and language. He was very good to her, she often caught herself thinking and since the payment had not been clearly stated, it made her weary.

Kyouya, being horribly observant as always, began noticing a pattern in her appearance. Her style of clothing did not resemble anything that Haruhi would wear. When she showed up today in shorts and a tank top, he decided that he would prefer if she dressed more conservatively. He almost commented on it. However, he had seen girls in shorter shorts and more scandalous tops. Adelaide was different and unique compared to them. She was naturally tanned from her years of being active in the American sun. The sun had even bleached pieces of her beautiful long hair. Beautiful? Wait…That's right he had thought that she was beautiful. Normally, this thought would not have disturbed him so. He often had commented mentally about a girl's appearance. The problem here was he kept thinking. Long after she had left his rooms, he would catch the lingering scent of her as he attempted to do something productive. The smell made him stop, every time for just a few moments, no matter what he was doing. Yes, she disturbed his peace and thought, but not enough that he could sway from this deal. He had to know all about her.

"Kyouya…I shouldn't say this, but umm, I'm kind of nervous about Monday. I really appreciate everything you've done for me this week. I've never been the new kid in school before. And at the end of the day, I'm just a lucky commoner." Then, as if just noticing that she had confided a weakness to him, she changed. "I know that you are really well established in school. Everyone must really like you." She pulled her knees up to her chin. "I don't-fit in well with people. So, I've resolved to pretend that I don't know you. That's how I'll repay you."

He looked down at her. "I will choose how and when you repay me." The arrogance forced into those nine words made her bottom lip quiver. "Besides," he said cheerfully, "I went through all of that trouble getting us put in the same homeroom. It'd be a waste." He thought that this would please her, but a smile did not come to those quivering plump lips. Her mouth firmed into a hard line.

"Don't." Adelaide hurt voice demanded. "Don't pretend that you are just doing nice things for me like that. " The directness baffled him slightly. "I may be a commoner, but I have eyes and a brain. You aren't the real Kyouya, now. He was just here with me, but he's hiding again."

Kyouya sat stunned for a moment, reminded of when Tamaki had called him out for his fake politeness. She too wanted the real Kyouya Ootori. Somehow though, she had managed to frighten him. With Tamaki, things had been different. Rage bubbled up inside him just like that time. He grabbed her wrist then and pulled her violently closer. She didn't shriek or groan, although he must have caused her pain. She just looked up into his face with her huge understanding eyes. The pain, the anger soon gave way to another emotion.

Adelaide noticed that the pressure on her wrist had significantly decreased, but she couldn't bring herself to pull out of his grasp. Again, the heat of his flesh against her skin made her heart race. She finally found the courage to pull away.

"There you are." She whispered raising her slender fingers to brush his cheek. The next thing that she had to do was summon the strength to smile. It was not natural and the ever watchful grey eyes of Kyouya saw through her weak attempt at it. Embarrassed by his rash temper, he looked away from her to the floor. "Thanks again, Kyouya. I-I uh," She sighed, "guess I'll see you Monday." As she whispered this she moved toward the door. Just as she grasped the brass knob, he slumped to the sofa and numbly lifted his laptop back unto his lap.

"Tomorrow." He barked coolly. "I'll see you tomorrow. 6 p.m."