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Haru's arm trembled as she brought a mascara brush closer and closer to her eyelid. She kept her fingers clenched onto the brush; her lips were pressed firm together, face forming into a frown. She leaned towards her bathroom mirror, trying to get a closer look at her eyelashes.

Her eyes immediately squeezed shut once the liquid brush was about to touch her eyelashes.

"Arghh!" Haru almost yelled.

How she hated putting on makeup.

"Come on eyelid don't close…please." Haru whispered, bringing the brush closer once again.

She almost cursed herself for beginning to wear makeup regularly so late in her life. She never bothered with the tedious task of putting it on every day, resulting her in never getting the chance to practice putting it on. Dressing herself to upmost perfection for the people she worked for had to be one of the only downfalls of working for a high class company.

Plus, she had to make herself look nice in front of his family. It was the respectable thing to do.

Haru brought the brush closer to her eyelash again; the closer she brought it, the more her hands shook. She suddenly lost control and managed to poke herself in the eyeball.

"Shit!" She yelled, jumping backwards as she covered her eye in pain.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch." Haru cried, feeling salty tears fall trickle from her eye. It stung like crazy, as if needles were being pricked into her eyeball. She quickly peered at the clock in her cellphone as she kept her eye covered. It was 8:56; she let out a cry of frustration.

She was supposed to meet Hibari at the lobby at 9:00. Haru managed to dress in her appropriate outfit, a ruffled red blouse with a black chiffon skirt. She knew Hibari hated any kind of tardiness; he was the stereotypical perfectionist. That was one of the many things that really bugged Haru about him.

Once the stinging pain faded; she quickly slipped on grey flats. She gave herself a quick look in her full body mirror.

"I hope this doesn't look too proper…" She muttered before grabbing her phone and purse. She locked her hotel room before scurrying towards the elevator, not bothering to finish her makeup.

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"Hibari-san!" Haru shouted, once she saw sight of him sitting alone at one of the lobby sofas. The self-proclaimed 'prefect' kept his eyes glued onto his phone. Haru clenched her teeth when he didn't respond; she was quite far away from him, but she was sure the junior chairman could hear her naturally loud voice.

Once Haru walked close enough towards Hibari, she stopped and glanced at the clock across from them.

"Hahi! It's 9:00 sharp! Just in time." Haru cheered to herself, "Now he can't punish me…"

Hibari placed his phone into his pocket before standing up; his attention was finally caught by Haru. Haru's eyes widened; there was something different about him. She noted the different outfit that Hibari wore; it wasn't the usual purple dress shirt with the black suit. The brunette was convinced he owned dozens and dozens of that same exact suit. Instead, Hibari wore a simple long sleeved blue dress shirt tucked into black dress pants. Haru raised her eyebrows.

"Isn't that a bit too formal…Hibari-san?" Haru asked, crossing her arms as she closely examined his change of outfit, "You're just visiting your own home."

"I should say the same about you." He replied, examining Haru's chiffon skirt and red blouse, up to down, "For once, you've overdressed."

Haru almost gawked at him.

"…It took me a while to choose this outfit." She quietly said, timidly looking downwards. Hibari kept his stare locked on Haru; he closely glowered at her. Haru's eyes widened; she instinctively leaned back, what was wrong now?

"Your eye makeup is smudged. You might want to fix that, herbivore."

Hibari walked past her, about to make his exit out of the lobby. The brunette kept her mouth open, speechless. That guy always had to purposely jibe her. She pursed her lips in irritation before aggressively rubbing the top of the eyelid she last put makeup on.

"Jerk…" Haru muttered before running after Hibari, "Wait for me Hibari-san!"

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She saw the junior chairman stop beside a black Stingray corvette that was parked away from the rest of the cars in one of the parking lots. He fished his hand through his pocket before pulling out a set of keys. Haru's brown eyes widened; she was completely enthralled by the car. She slowly walked closer and closer to the vehicle, making sure to appreciate its slick and distinctive design.

Haru knew that this car sure was fitting for a superior and intimidating guy like Hibari. If Hibari-san were a vehicle, he would for sure be that exact car. She almost laughed to herself at the thought of that.

"Hurry up." He said, snapping Haru out of her thoughts.

"Sorry…I was just admiring the…complexity of your beautiful car." Haru grinned to herself, skipping past Hibari. The raven haired chairman was bemused, staring at Haru's peculiar action. She opened the front passenger seat before sliding inside. The brunette comfortably leaned the seat back, definitely approving the spacious interior. He had really good taste in cars.

She saw Hibari open the driver seat door before sitting inside as well. He gave Haru an annoyed expression, obvious irritation present in his face. Haru stared back at him, giving him an innocent smile.

"What?"

"Push the seat forward." He was irritated, alright.

Haru glumly nodded, but obliged.

"My father always does this with his closest employees. Don't think that you're a special case." Hibari shut the car door.

"Eh?"

"Just act professional."

Haru pouted, but nodded, "I will. I will. Don't worry. I'm an expert at that."

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Haru pressed down a button, slowly opening the window next to her seat as they drove. She needed some form of fresh air. It was quite warm inside the vehicle; she wondered how Hibari could stand the stuffy heat.

"Did you forget about my rules?"

Haru slightly twitched; startled from Hibari's voice. He kept his eyes glued onto the road as they drove down the highway.

"Huh? What-"

"Close the window and stop eating in my car."

The brunette's eyes widened; she immediately glimpsed back at her purse which sat in between her arm and waist. A small bag of barbequed chicken flavored chips was cleverly hidden inside of it. Haru grimaced, still annoyed by his unreasonably stern rules. He wondered how Hibari would notice such a thing; he looked to be completely focused on the road ahead of him.

"But it's so hot inside here and I haven't eaten since 1 o'clock yesterday! Plus, I thought the eating and drinking rule only applied to your office-" Haru complained, then yelled, "Oh my god! Hey!"

While continuing to look forward, Hibari fished into her purse and threw the bag of chips outside of the open window. A multitasker that guy was. Haru's jaw dropped at his sudden action. The brunette looked behind her and saw the opened bag along with the fallen fried chips zoom behind the car, before harshly landing on the road. She angrily looked back at Hibari, a solid frown marking her features.

"…and my father insisted you were the best applicant available. You are an herbivore through and through."

"Maybe it's because you're too strict on your employees!" Haru shouted; her anger erupting. She clenched her fists at the side of her.

"Maybe the jobs you've previously held were too lenient on you."

"What-!" Haru yelled, then stopped herself; she couldn't lose her temper. Instead she whispered to herself, "That…that bastard!"

She saw Hibari press a button, closing the window beside her. He pressed another button. A green light appeared next to the letters, "A/C".

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Hibari parked at the edge of a hill, finally reaching their destination. It was a long 30 minute drive, thanks to a certain herbivore. He looked beside him and saw Haru leaning downwards, towards the car window. Her arms overlapped each other, her body situated in a very uncomfortable position. Her eyes were closed as she quietly snored, drool managing to escape out of her mouth. Hibari frowned at her revolting habit; he wondered how a young woman could look so…disorderly. He stared at Haru, somehow enthralled by her pitiful conduct, for what felt to be like the longest minute ever, before shaking the girl awake.

"Wake up, herbivore. We're here."

"Unnghh…five more minutes…waking up at 7:00 regularly does a number on me…nnmmguh…" Haru groggily mumbled, flipping on her side.

Hibari's jaw twitched in impatience. How often was this girl going to cross him?

He slammed his fist against the car horn, emitting a loud honk from the car.

"AH!" Haru shouted, jumping herself awake. She saw Hibari outside of the car leaning towards the opened driver's entrance. He gave Haru an exasperated stare, his sharp, blueish eyes showing his restrained anger. She knew how scary he looked whenever he was irritated. She immediately saw this and scrambled up into a sitting position before clicking her seatbelt off.

"…Sorry!" She bowed, embarrassment quickly creeping up on her. She exited the car before closing the door.

"Wipe the drool off your chin before you meet my family."

"Ah…y-yes." Haru quietly said, quickly wiping at her chin several times with the palm of her hand. Sleepiness was still harboring her, but her embarrassment was very well evident.

She looked up and saw a large hill with several trees decorating it. Between the trees, there was a flight of stone steps. Beside the hill there were other houses that were spaces away. Judging from how luxurious and big the homes looked, Hibari-san predictably lived well.

The brunette yawned, trying to shake the sleepiness off of her before following Hibari up the steps.

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"Woah…" Haru was speechless. She wasn't supposed to be surprised, but Hibari's house was still very impressive. It was partially hidden by the trees, but not enough for them to completely mask the mansion of a house.

Bonsai trees were neatly placed alongside the front yard; a paved brick sidewalk led towards the house.

The mansion had a very historical vibe to it. It wasn't outrageously big or flashy; it was very old fashioned. It was fully brick with black shutters and roofs with dozens of windows that adorned the building. A huge porch surrounded the outside of it, the entrance behind it.

She heard Hibari close the gates behind her.

"That's supposed to be your job, assistant." He said walking towards her.

"You said not to touch anything unless you told me to." Haru smartly countered, giving Hibari a teasing smirk. The prefect rolled his eyes at her before his attention was diverted towards his father who opened the front door from the house.

"Hello, Kyoushi-sama!" Haru bowed.

"Good morning, Miura-san." Hibari's father replied, "Good job Kyouya, you managed to bring her home in one piece. Didn't "bite her to death" did you?"

"Dad." Hibari firmly said. Haru tried her best not to spill out a laugh; his father was obviously embarrassing him and doing a very good job at it. Seeing Hibari get all agitated made her day.

"Take a joke, Kyouya." His father chuckled.

"She's only staying for breakfast, we'll be leaving afterwards."

Haru glanced at Hibari, biting her bottom lip from his usual coldness.

"Breakfast isn't long enough. She has to stay until 6:00; that's when her usual workday ends."

Haru's smile returned. How Hibari was the son of this man was completely surprising. She quickly glanced at Hibari whose expression grew more and more irritated.

"Come on inside."

"Okay." Haru replied, gazing at the house once more, "Nice home you have Kyoushi-sama."

"Thank you."

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The three walked into a foyer that led into two separate rooms parallel to each other. The interior was very spacious with a high ceiling. The walls were a very light peach color, the chandelier shaped lights above helping to saturate that color. In the middle stood a flight of stairs that led to the second floor. It was completely tidy inside, so tidy that the floors looked polished to almost…upmost perfection.

"So beautiful desu!" Haru grinned.

She followed Hibari-san and his father into another room left of her. She saw a spacey rectangular shaped living room with red couches. Marbled glass tables sat next to most of the couches while a bigger one sat in the center of the room.

"Good morning, Hibari-sama, Hibari-san." A woman dressed in a maid-like uniform walked into the room. She courteously bowed to them.

Haru's eyes widened. They even had maids.

"Have you helped Kaede set up the table in the dining room?" Kyoushi asked what Haru presumed to be the maid of the house.

"Yes; breakfast will be served in 20 minutes."

"Good." Hibari's father replied, "Kyouya, why don't you show Miura-san to the dining room?"

Hibari curtly nodded before leading the way towards the door at the other side of the living room. Haru quickly followed him. They entered a corridor; it was dimly lit with small orb shape lights on either side. The walls were peach colored as well with intricate burgundy flowery patterns. She stared ahead, looking behind Hibari. She could feel herself getting anxious under the tense silence between them. Judging from how big the corridor was, it was going to take a while to get the dining room. More time for more awkward silence.

"Oof!" Haru bumped right into Hibari who suddenly stopped.

Hibari turned around, facing Haru. He crossed his arms, his usual frown evident. Haru's eyes widened; the brunette backed up slightly, sinking under his intimidating gaze.

"What…?" Haru harmlessly said, trying to sound as innocent as she could. She hated how nervous this man made her.

"Behave yourself." He said.

"W-what?" Haru repeated, then muttered, her childishness surfacing, "…I'm not five."

"You're embarrassing to be around."

Haru clenched her fists as Hibari continued to make his way towards the dining room. She knew he didn't want her to be here in the first place, but he didn't have to be mean about it. The point of this business was to be professional as this counted as a working day.

The brunette aggravatingly ran a finger through her short hair before trailing after Hibari.

When she entered the kitchen she saw three other people, two males and a female, sitting at the dining room table. The dining room was small, only leaving room for the table and chairs that surrounded it. Several luminaire pendant light fixtures stood above the dining room while the open windows lit the entire area. Hibari stood nex t to the door she entered, not bothering to sit with the others.

"You must be the assistant!" The female spoke up. She was a middle aged woman; she had raven black hair that went down to her chest. She had blue almond shaped eyes with an oval shaped face. Just like Hibari she had a pale but smooth complexion.

Haru glanced at Hibari, desperately wanting him to help with her introduction. He silently motioned her to say something instead. She gritted her teeth at his incompetence. She quickly looked back at the woman.

"Y-yes. I'm Haru Miura; It's nice to meet you all." Haru bowed.

"I'm Kaede-san; Kyouya's aunt." She said, she then motioned to the other two sitting across her. The first person she motioned to was a middle aged man; he had short dark brown hair with a thin layer of facial hair, "This is my husband, Shirou."

"Hello Miura-san." Shirou greeted, "Sit, sit."

Haru eagerly sat in the dining table; she glanced at Hibari once more who kept on a straight expression before noticing who she sat next to. It was the person that Kaede had yet to introduce. He had spiky black hair; he had a friendly and easy-going air about him. He looked around the same age as Hibari. Instead of the intimidating icy cold blue eyes that the prefect had, he had warm brown eyes.

"I'm Yamamoto Takeishi, Hibari's brother, not by blood though." He gave Haru a friendly grin.

"Hello Yamamoto-san." Haru returned the grin.

"Wow, Kyouya, you chose a really cute assistant this time!" Yamamoto laughed, causing Haru to blush in embarrassment. Hibari pressed his eyebrows together, uncomfortable with his brother's overly-casual remark.

"Don't piss me off today." Hibari said as he took a seat at the farthest edge of the table, away from the others. The prefect wasn't one bit a fan of crowding.

"I'm just being honest." The spiky haired said, before looking at Haru, "Is he like this during work?"

Hibari shot a glare at Haru; the brunette simply ignored him and immediately replied to Yamamoto. Maybe she could get Hibari back because of his condescending attitude. Haru smiled.

"Yes. He's a really strict workaholic and sets a lot of rules, but we try to put our differences aside." She said, casting Hibari a quick smirk.

"As expected of Kyouya." Kaede chuckled, "He's been this way for the longest time. No play; just work. Yamamoto tries getting him to loosen up and go out more…but he refuses…"

"Early 20's these days are always out clubbing during the weekends; Hibari is all about work instead." Shirou added. From what Haru could tell, they were getting a kick out of this.

Haru continued to glance at Hibari; she could hint slight embarrassment coming from the prefect. She grinned to herself; serves him right.

"You've already introduced yourselves I see."

Kyoushi came into the room and sat himself beside Shirou and Kaede.

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"You've never tried Eel sashimi before?" Yamamoto chuckled, handing a squared shape plate lined with raw eel towards Haru.

"No, not in this lifetime." Haru replied, grabbing a piece with a fork.

A quick 20 minutes went by and the dining room table was filled to the brim with all kinds of food, most that Haru didn't normally eat for breakfast. The brunette was completely enthralled by the huge selection of food; the dishes ranged from sashimi to rich tofu broth. Was this how Hibari-san ate every day at home?

She bit onto a piece, chewed, and nodded in satisfaction. The sashimi was delicious; eel tasted a lot like a mix of chicken and calamari to her.

"Hahi! It's really good!" She said, taking another piece, "…I wonder how expensive it was though."

Only 20 minutes and Haru already felt comfortable with Hibari's family, except for Hibari himself; they were surprisingly very warm people, especially Yamamoto. He was the polar opposite of Hibari. Although they weren't blood related brothers, she assumed they would be a lot like each other.

"Are you going to school soon?" Haru looked up, unoccupying herself away from the food she was eating. She noticed Shirou asking her the question.

"I'm saving up actually, for nursing school." Haru replied, "It'll be a lot easier if I do it that way."

Hibari glimpsed at Haru, suddenly interested in what she was saying.

"I think that's a smart way to go about things." Kyoushi added.

"I hope so. I want to be as careful as I can." Haru replied, her interest suddenly shifted to plate of rolled fried eggs, she pointed to them, "…ooh, what are those?"

Hibari tore his glimpse away, annoyed by Haru's short attention span.

"Eggs!" Yamamoto barely restrained his laughter.

"Oh!" Haru slapped her forehead, suddenly feeling really stupid, "…I-I knew that! We never eat them like that…I just have them made into regular omelets."

Kaede, Shirou, and Kyoushi shared a few amused chuckles. She was a lot more different and interesting compared to the last personal assistant Hibari had.

She grabbed one of them with her chopsticks, "They're really good!"

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3:07 P.M

"One…two…three…go!"

Haru, Yamamoto, and Kaede grabbed a shot, each in front of them, and gulped the liquid down in one hit. Haru brought her fist above her chest and pounded at it, coughing as the strong alcohol attacked her throat. Yamamoto couldn't resist laughing at Haru's comic-like endeavors.

"Oh my god!" Haru continued to cough, "…Way…too much alcohol!"

"It's just regular sake, Miura-san!" Kaede patted Haru's back, trying to alleviate the sudden pain.

Haru, Yamamoto, and Kaede, sat behind a low table. The edge of the table was covered to the brim with different alcoholic beverages ranging from sakes to regular grape wines. In front of them stood an empty shot glass, one each in their reach. They were perched in front of the t.v watching a game of baseball, specifically a game played by the Yomiuri Giants. For each point the other team scored, the three would take in one shot.

Haru was immensely surprised; the night before she came here she had many thoughts about Hibari's family. She honestly kept assuming they would be serious and uptight, but they were the exact opposite. They were really…really energetic and lively when the time came for it. They were also very close towards each other and the type who could speak to each other and act laid back like regular friends. She easily warmed up to these types of people. How Hibari came to be was a complete mystery to Haru; how could someone be so serious when they came from a family like this?

"Shit, the Manila Sharks got a home run! We have to take in another shot!" Yamamoto exclaimed, giving Haru a teasing grin. Haru bit her bottom lip and pouted; she was going to have to go through this.

Shirou popped open a bottle of vodka and quickly poured a shot each for the three while Kyoushi watched them from behind on another seat.

"Haru-chan, fighting!" Haru exclaimed, picking the shot cup and throwing her head back as she gulped it down. She slammed the shot back down.

From the corner of her eye she could see Hibari sitting on a separate couch, preparing more files for work as he ignored the commotion they were causing from the baseball game. He couldn't leave the room because Kyoushi insisted he stay with his employee for professional reasons, whatever those were. The prefect didn't remember it being this lively and loud with their last assistant. They only came in for breakfast, discussed a few things relating to the job and a bit about their personal life before leaving early. Haru sent his whole family into hysterics.

This, however, was a regular thing with their family, as Kyoushi liked to put it. Whenever a big baseball game would come on, everyone, except Hibari, would prop up around the t.v and watch like no tomorrow. It was an exciting day for them, especially Yamamoto who declared his love and passion for the sport. They would always play the "shot game" during this time.

"Come on, hit it, hit it, hit…!" Haru clenched her fists as she leaned towards the table to get a closer look at the t.v. She normally wasn't into sports, but Hibari's family certainly knew how to make a lot things interesting.

The batter from the Yomimuri giants narrowly missed the ball being thrown at him. The room erupted into noise. Kyoushi slammed his fist onto the table next to him, angry from the unusual miss.

"Come on!" Kaede yelled, nearly shaking the table in anticipation.

"Strike two!" Shouted the announcer from the T.V.

The batter clutched onto his bat as the five eagerly watched the t.v screen, complete silence throughout the living room. The ball was sharply thrown at him.

"AND HE HITS IT!"

"YES!" The room erupted into cheers.

"He runs onto first base!"

"He can probably make a homerun this time!" Yamamoto exclaimed.

"Second base!" The announcer excitedly yelled.

Haru and Kaede cheered out loud, jumping up and down. Hibari quickly rolled his eyes at their outlandish excitement before returning to his work. They quickly watched the screen; the batter was running towards the third base, his legs running so fast they became a blur. One of the players from the other team grabbed the fallen baseball and threw it towards the person standing at the third base.

"Come on! Come on!" Haru cried.

Right before the batter could skid into the third base, the t.v turned black.

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"I can't believe we lost…" Yamamoto sighed leaning back on the living room couch. Haru stared at his laptop screen as he browsed through the final scores of the baseball game they had the pleasure of watching before their TV decided to act up.

Haru stood behind the couch, glancing at the screen as well. It was slightly quieter in the living room since Shirou and Kaede both left to work, Shirou having to drive Kaede because of the lingering effects of the alcohol. Meanwhile, Kyoushi and Hibari were somewhere else in the house. Haru didn't mind at all; Yamamoto was friendly and easy to talk to.

"It was a good game though. I'm not usually into baseball…or most sports for that matter, but that was fun to watch." Haru replied, leaning towards the back of the sofa, "Yamamoto-san, are you a big baseball fan?"

Yamamoto laughed, Haru couldn't help but to join him. She noticed how infectious his laugh was.

"You haven't noticed yet?" He joked, turning around to face Haru. He stood up and outstretched his shirt, it showed the exact same team they rooted for along with their logo; Haru comically pointed at his shirt finally noticing it, as she let out an "ohhhh".

Haru hesitated for a while before speaking again, "Hibari-san obviously isn't one then. You guys are polar opposites!"

"That's right; he doesn't care for sports at all. He says they're all boring, repetitive, "herbivorous" activities." He replied, making quote signs with his fingers.

"…Herbivorous." Haru repeated, getting a slight kick out of that word, "…is…is that a catchphrase?"

"'Herbivore' and 'I'll bite you to death'." Yamamoto replied, trying his hardest to resist laughing, "You wouldn't dare say those words back to him. He'd get pissed off for sure."

"I'll make sure not to do that then!" Haru giggled, very slight sarcasm dripping off her voice. Yamamoto didn't catch it, much to Haru's pleasure. She felt bad they were embarrassing Hibari behind his back, but Yamamoto acted like this was a regular occurrence with him.

"I'm gonna to say this again, you are a lot more exciting than the previous assistant…and all of the employees that get invited here."

Haru's eyes widened before she gave him a smile.

"Thanks." She bashfully replied, "I try…"

"All of them were so serious, boring, and nervous at the same time, like they were going to break any second. Unfortunately Hibari approves of that. It's refreshing to see someone different. You're lots of fun."

Haru nearly blushed at his muddle of compliments before snapping out of it. How does Hibari-san even have a brother like him?

"Thank you Yamamoto-san." The brunette quickly bowed, almost feeling stupid for her sudden action. She realized how antsy she just became; part of her hoped it was the lingering effects of the alcohol she drank, "Hahi! Now you're making me nervous!"

"You seem like you would be the life of the party too." Yamamoto added, noticing Haru's antsy behavior. Haru scrunched her lips; he was doing this on purpose.

"Enough with your herbivore jokes!" Haru huffed, trying her best to sound like Hibari.

That was when Yamamoto burst into laughter when he noticed someone else entering the room. Haru raised her eyebrows; she didn't think her mockery was that funny. Yamamoto wiggled his index finger pointing behind her, hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud anymore.

Haru spun back. She flinched when she saw Hibari leaning against one of the doors that led into the living room they were in. The prefect was right behind her. Haru immediately froze, her embarrassment shooting up. Hibari kept a straight face, not amused one bit, he didn't look angry though.

"It's nearly six; we have to leave." He simply said; his usual serious voice unaffected by Haru's joke.

Haru looked at the watch ahead of her, she immediately snapped to attention.

"Oh!" She nervously laughed, then looked at Yamamoto, "Ah…I have to go…"

"Aww." The baseball fanatic replied, gloom lacing his voice; he looked at Hibari, "You're such a party pooper, Kyouya."

Haru quickly bowed to Yamamoto.

"Are you coming over again? It was a lot of fun having you around."

The brunette tensed and looked at Hibari again; she was very afraid of what he would possibly say in response to that. From what she thought, Hibari didn't want her here, judging from the amount of noise they made. Why would he want her here again?

"She's not coming again." Hibari interjected, giving Haru a glare. Although she wasn't surprised by that, she glared back at Hibari. The way he said it sounded so frank and rude.

"What's your number then?" Yamamoto eagerly asked, fishing out his cellphone. Haru's eyes widened, a ting of red appearing on her cheeks; she was trying her best not to take the wrong way. It was simply a friend, a new friend, asking for her cell phone number; that was quite normal.

Yamamoto quickly gave Haru his cellphone so she could type in her own cell number.

"I'll call you and you can add my number."

"Okay." Haru nodded, giving him a smile. She hesitated for a bit, quickly glancing at Hibari who wanted this to be finished and over with. Her smile faltered, noticing Hibari's impatient expression, "See you soon."

"See you later, Haru!"

Her smile grew bigger, appreciating that Yamamoto called her by her first name without any fancy formal honorific.

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After Haru said her goodbyes to Kyoushi, Hibari and her left through the front door they came out from.

"Goodbye Miura-san." One of the maid bowed.

Haru immediately bowed back to her, giving her an appreciative grin, "Goodbye! Thanks so much for having me!"

Hibari kept his footing ahead of her at a fast pace, not bothering to wait as usual. Haru huffed, picked up her shoes from the front door and followed the prefect outside. When they reached the bottom of the steps that led to the house, Haru finally broke the silence.

"That was fun."

Hibari glanced at Haru before he could get a chance to walk to his car, "Too much fun. I see the alcohol is still inside your system."

Must he always be so darn negative?! Haru grumbled a few swearwords under her breath before clearing her throat, "…I'm not tipsy. I'm far from-"

"Far from professional." He interrupted, rolling his blueish eyes, "You don't stick to your words."

Haru remembered promising that she would keep a professional air in front of his family. Instead she went ahead and got tipsy on alcohol while raving loudly about the baseball game they watched. She also managed to embarrass and make fun of Hibari in front of him several times. She bit her bottom lip, suddenly feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry for humiliating you and myself in front of your family…" Haru sighed, "But Kaede-san insisted I join her and Yamamoto-san…I couldn't reject their offer."

"You really are childish. You politely decline their offer. You're an employee, not a family friend." He replied.

Haru shifted slightly; she was becoming more and more uncomfortable by the minute. She hated admitting it, but he did make a point.

All of them were so serious, boring, and nervous at the same time, like they were going to break any second. Unfortunately Hibari approves of that. It's refreshing to see someone different. You're lots of fun.

All of a sudden, she remembered Yamamoto's words, suddenly feeling a bit better. She smiled to herself.

"You're really different from your brother." Haru heard herself say when they got inside Hibari's car.

"You haven't noticed?" Hibari sarcastically said, closing the driver's door.

"Not at all."

Two could play at this game. Haru inwardly smiled, praising herself for her quick and also sarcastic comeback. Hibari looked at Haru, as if he were trying to calculate her. Haru noticed this; she sunk under his gaze, becoming more and more anxious as every passing second went by. She finally faced Hibari.

"What? What's wrong now?" She said, a bit too loudly.

"I could see him going for someone like you, his next conquest." He said looking at her from head to toe, obvious distaste showing on his face.

"Ehh?" She raised her eyebrows; she was confused now, "W-what do you mean?"

It took her a few seconds to realize what Hibari was talking about.

"….No! Nononono." She frantically shook her head, completely flustered over that comment, "That's saying too much…way too much...and what do you mean his next conquest?"

"My brother gets around a lot." He replied as he started the car up.

Haru became stone faced. Is he trying to make me feel uncomfortable on purpose?

"W-w-what?!" She shouted, stuttering her words out, "A-Are you trying to say he's a womanizer?! How could you say such a thing about your brother? Now you're just jumping to conclusions!"

"You're jumping to conclusions too, you herbivore."

"How?"

"I never implied that he was a womanizer. Even if that was the truth, I would still say so whether he's my brother or not."

Haru gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. Hibari irritated her alright; he knew what he was doing. The brunette noticed that the prefect was trying to force a bad impression of Yamamoto on her. He obviously didn't like her forming such a quick friendship with Yamamoto for some odd reason. She assumed it was work related.

"If you don't want me to be friends with him, just say so." She huffed, crossing her arms, "You said I'm an employee, not a family friend."

"I don't care." He finally replied.

Haru nearly gasped, her eyes widening. Now she was surprised, Hibari didn't seem like someone who would change his mind, "…I thought you wanted me to be professional."

"I do."

"Then why-"

"Shut up and put on your seatbelt." He interjected, wanting the conversation to be over.

Haru shot him a quick glare before staring at her seatbelt buckle. She did notice they were talking for a while; Hibari never got the chance to back out of the parking lot at all. When he noticed Haru, zoning out and not doing a thing, he reached over and fished her seatbelt out for her, buckling it up. The brunette slightly twitched from his close proximity.

His next conquest?

No matter how badly Haru wanted to wipe that thought out of her head, she couldn't. It lingered on and on in her thoughts.

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That was fun and long. I hope this chapter came out good enough. :)

I won't be updating as frequent because I started school and I'll be busybusy. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!