Chapter 12:

Sayuri stood up quickly, almost knocking her chair back. "What! Where is he?"

"I had him wait in the down stairs library miss." She bowed, hoping she wouldn't get scolded, and she wasn't for her young mistress was too busy rushing past her and down the stairs, her heels muffled by the carpet as she stopped just before the door of the library and smoothed out her still damp hair and clothes. Taking a steady breath she then walked calmly into the room. The dark haired boy had one hand in his pocket and the other dangling loosely as he looked up at the towering bookshelves.

"Kyoya-senpai. This is certainly a pleasant surprise." Sayuri began with her best hostess smile. "Would you like to join me for a snack or is this a short visit?"

"Hm, I'm quite all right Sayuri-san, but thank you. I find plenty of time for snacks at the Host Club. And I'm afraid I didn't see you there…" He observed lightly before pulling out a rather worn out English novel and glancing at the first page, but his eyes were really on her, though the glare on his glasses made that hard to see.

"Ah…yes. I'm afraid that I couldn't make it to the Host Club today." She explained, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Um, would you like to sit down Kyoya-senpai?" She offered.

"No thank you, I'd like to stretch my legs. So…were you busy with Archery Club then?" he asked, again not looking directly at her, but using the book as a cover.

"N-No…" She admitted.

"Did your mother call you away? From your afternoon classes no less?"

Sayuri's stomach sunk further, knowing he wouldn't rest until he found out. "No, she didn't."

"Then might I inquire as to what you were doing and what caused you to leave our lunch in such a frenzy?" He finally snapped the hard cover book shut and stared at her with his usual cool blank expression.

By this point Sayuri's lip had become her chewing gum and her hands were twisting at her skirt. "I-I…" She swallowed and lowered her head. "I lost the ring." She finally admitted, shamefaced.

There was a rather pregnant pause before she heard a long sigh and finally looked up. Kyoya had a hand to his temple but it dropped as he finally sat down in one of the wooden chairs next to a table. "Well that's not too bad. It can be replaced and there's no need for anyone to know about it-"

"Oh! No, no, I found it… That's why I missed class. I um…noticed while talking with you during lunch. I was about to put the ring on like you wanted, I had it in my pocket. But…there was a hole in it and the ring was gone. I'm sorry I rushed out like that, but I was just upset that I had lost it almost as soon as you had given it to me…" she explained haltingly, too nervous to sit down herself now. "So I retraced all my steps and by the time I found it I was a horrible sight so just decided to go home."

"Why didn't you just tell me when you first noticed?" he asked.

"Because it's horrible!" She exclaimed. "We only just got engaged a few days ago and here I am already losing the ring. I'm a terrible fiancée. I just hoped you wouldn't find out and see that." She finished, her head lowering again so she wouldn't have to see his expression.

But that was soon remedied as Kyoya stood and raised her face with a finger under her chin. "I could never think that my dear Sayuri-san." He smiled.

But she could only grimace and turn her head away. "Don't Host me Kyoya-senpai, and don't think I won't know any better when you do. Just as you deserve better than a ditzy fiancée, I deserve better than a fiancée who will lie to me just to make me feel better. I know you're angry at me so just say so."

He paused before continuing, "If that is what you wish… But I am not angry at you. Annoyed perhaps, but that has lessened as you have found the ring and so there is no harm done. However in every relationship there needs to be trust and honesty as you say… So perhaps next time something like this happens, you will tell me hmm?"

Sayuri felt her ears get hot but nodded, "Yes… I really am sorry it happened Kyoya-senpai."

"And you have apologized enough for me to understand that certainly. And yet all of this and still I don't see that ring on your finger, I'm beginning to think you don't like me Sayuri-san." He teased lightly.

"Oh! Forgive me, I had just gotten out of the shower when you arrived...I mean!" She clapped a hand over her mouth and cursed herself in her mind over and over.

But he only smiled, one of his real ones, seeming to be laughing at her silently. "I can tell." He said simply, lifting up a lock of her still wet hair.

She blushed hotter and stuttered, "U-um, j-just let me go get it from my room."

It wasn't until she was already half way up the stairs that she noticed that he was following her. She could have said something, but it would have been a bit rude… so she let him trail into her room.

It was certainly a spacious room that the main door entered. But that was only her living room, which consisted of a couch, two settees, a coffee table along with two side tables on either side of the couch, a large screen TV, and a large wooden desk with reclining leather chair behind it. Kyoya took all this in to the cream colored walls and then looked back at Sayuri who felt a little embarrassed, but tried to ignore it as she went through one of the other doors into her bedroom where her vanity was stationed in a corner. Picking up the ring she turned around only to be face to face with the giver of said ring. "Oh."

"Allow me." He said, taking the ring and rubbing a speck of dirt off of its shiny metal before taking her right hand and slipping it on. "There. Perfect." He stated, not letting go of her hand.

"Yes… It is." She acquiesced, looking down at the piece of jewelry wrapped around her finger. She wondered how long it would stay there. She glanced up at his eyes again and was met with his own intense gaze, unmarred by any glare from his glasses. Not letting her gaze drop, she wondered after the first 30 seconds what on earth he was staring at.

Thankfully he finally murmured, "I wonder…how much you are willing to do to hold up your end of the deal." He ran his thumb over her knuckles slowly, looking down as he did the action before looking back up again.

"What do you mean? For our contract? I suppose…what ever is truly necessary for a fiancée…and later a wife." She concluded, not seeing where he was going with this.

He smirked at this as if she said the perfectly wrong thing, or right in his mind. "Exactly. And yet I wonder also if you have any clue as to what all that entails… You're still so young after all, only fifteen. I doubt you've ever even been kissed before." His smirk widened at this and his hands holding hers moved to grip her wrists, not harshly but still firmly as he suddenly pressed his mouth against hers.