A/N: This is why you should let people know WHY they're randomly choosing words for every letter of the alphabet. Or maybe not. Who knows, really.
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"Let me delineate this for you as best as I can," that smile had made grown men quake with fear, and Haruhi was glad she had never been on the receiving end of it, "You are not to ever enter that door again. Do not speak to, touch or look at our club members or patrons. If you even think about discussing the events from today with anyone… Well, lets just say that it would not be the best idea you have ever had." Kyoya tilted his head up so that his glasses caught the light, obscuring his face. Except for the smile. That he left for them to see.
Predictably the two fools cowered before feeling from the room. They had spied in on the changing rooms with digital cameras in hand, apparently taking photos for their girlfriends. Haruhi really didn't understand what type of girl would make her boyfriend take shirtless, or possibly nude, photos of other boys for her. Of course it could have posed a problem had she still been in the changing rooms. But since she hadn't been, the two idiots had gotten off rather easily; just scared enough that they would never think about doing it again.
Hikaru had been trying not to laugh throughout the entire ordeal. He had been angry at first, but once Kyoya had started to handle it, he relaxed. Once they had fled, he couldn't hold it in. "Delineate, Kyoya-senpai? Was that really necessary?"
"It's one of the oldest tricks in the book. Use larger words to make others feel inferior. It is a low trick, but sometimes it does come in handy." He sank down in the nearest sofa while taking off his glasses. "I guess we are done for the day. I will see you all tomorrow. Haruhi, come here for a second."
Wondering what she could have done this time, she sat on the opposite side of a small glass coffee table. "Senpai?"
"There is the possibility that my, ah, over the top reaction might have put an idea in their heads that there is something to hide. You must change behind a locked door for the next few weeks, just in case." He let himself have a self-satisfied smirk. "It's really totally unnecessary after the way they ran out of here, but they might tell someone else and give them the idea."
She watched as he became lost in thought, smirk still on his face. She was never quite able to fully explain it to her father, but as far as she could tell Kyoya-senpai never smiled when he was happy. He smiled when he was trying to placate patrons, and he smiled a very different smile when he was frightening some unfortunate souls. But whenever he was truly happy with something, it was a smirk that crossed his face.
"Can I help you with something Haruhi?" Red flooded her face. She had been caught staring.
"N-no. Just thinking, senpai. I will see you tomorrow." She quickly stood up and left the room.
The smirk was slow to leave his face. That girl was very peculiar. He could never quite put his finger on it, nor would he admit it, but she had a way to make him feel unnerved. As if she could somehow see through him and his schemes. He shrugged it off, gathered his things, and locked the 3rd music room behind him as he left.
A/N: That whole "smirk vs. smile" thing is something that I've been attempting to explore for a while through a longer fit, but it's never ended up just right, so I guess this will do for now.