A:N// There's no real plot in this story just randomness about the very cute heroine's life with a few schemes and tricky parts where there's our devilish young heir and his old dark, manipulative wickedness.

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Bottle Two:

Part Two: Three's The Charm

"You lost it?" She hampered against bolting something at him or anywhere else at that matter. Her brown hair was in disarray. The blue ribbon he gave her was tied in rush, loose and letting a strand to fall from its bond. She wore her uniform for work, a black tunic, white shirt that was still half unbuttoned with lazy ties hanging from her sleeves which she kept on rolling up to her elbows, a tie and pants with the same dark color.

He took a deep breath. "Didn't I told you not to take that job." He said in a strained but knowing voice even though he hadn't indicated to elaborate. She just glared at him in return for avoiding her question.

"I need the money. It's not you who took it, and I'll give you the liberty not to dwell on my decisions right now. I'm not that helpless." She said, for once actually resorting to the pleading tactics he knew so well, knowing he won't budge with her reasoning as the tone he used pointed. "And you don't need to buy every damn store I work in or you'll buy the entire world."

He sighed, loosing the strength to withhold further in apparently another argument. He knew she can take care of herself very well. But time proved it was not herself she had taken care of but a battalion as well. A too damn good one. She's too sacrificing for her own self. And he would not take anymore danger than he counted on waiting she'll learn her lesson.

"I can get you-

"No, there you are again." She said as though reprimanding a child. Kyouya was not near enough to convince her, she was headstrong and too much for him to handle. He took his glass off and placed it at the clock beside her picture frame. Ouran. It was taken in front of the school house building, he had a similar one at his room. Her image was still the same, her wide and sincere smile, the keenness way she stood on her feet, and her laugh. She didn't changed. Her feelings might not also.

Kyouya looked up and briefly ran a hand over his forehead, sweeping the dampen weariness from his skin. And when he spoke it was no longer at ease but dark, "Is this about the debt?"

He didn't noticed her approaching, she was silent as a ghost and all too knowing. She sensed his discomfort and took his hand and placed hers against the wet but cool feeling of his skin against her warm palm. She slowly massaged it against her fingers, applying pressure and slowly pinching each side of his temple. He took her hand in his, looking at her sternly for a moment. "Is this about it." He said coldly, no longer asking.

"I don't know." His eyebrows knotted together in a frown as she pulled her hand from his grasp and began picking up the books and clothes scattered around the room. Stalling again, he pushed himself from the chair and pranced across the room toward her bended back. In an instant he reached her side and took the garment from the floor she intended to get.

"You're not unreasonable, Haruhi." He grabbed a shirt, pants, blouse as she went on ignoring him. "You should have merit from doing anything at all." He mocked. The untouched part of her temper was inextricably cracked by that. And it was for the better.

"You have a nerve, Mr. Ootori, telling me what to do or not. I can do what I want as long as it pleases what I get and whatnot is not upon your concern." She reached quickly towards her undergarments and threw his clock at him before disappearing behind the door of her bathroom.

"You're the boss." He smirked, eyeglasses glinting as he looked at his reflection against the silver wrist band. What privilege he had indeed. He still planning on getting her anything. He may start browsing for a 'commoner' franchise. "Got what I need." He muttered, hearing her annoyed hiss, a shriek, and words about 'soaps' and 'bathtubs' before he hung a strawberry patterned strap over the doorknob.

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