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Preface

Location: unknown

Date: April 30, 2012 ((I think))

((Kyoya's POV))

((Cue the dream mode music XDD))

I felt like yesterday's incident kept repeating over and over within the hours of me just in my bed. There had to be a reason why that girl had to keep it all a secret and then kick me in the face. Right now, I was one hundred percent sure I was dreaming. The reason why I was so certain were that of the place I was, an ice rink and almost nobody was inside, even though I could still hear the noise of a thousand people cheering. Another reason was the figure of a very beautiful girl just standing on top of the ice, pushing herself around to be able to do as many jumps she wanted to. She came more closer to where I could easily see her face more clearly and it surprised me it was Kiyomitzu-San, clear as day, showing off a smile toward me. Why would she give me a smile when its clear she hated me. I could imagine the thought of her challenging me during exam day seeing who would be on top, but the last thing I wanted to do was laugh as she stopped what she was doing and skated over to me. As always, her hair was in many loose curls and white as ever.

"Senpai," She leaned over to whisper, close to my right ear. I had so many questions to ask her right now but looked at me smiling about to say something I thought she would never say:

"I love you Senpai You may think I hate you but I don't. We'll talk some other time." That was the last thing she said before skating toward the mist.

I woke up to a start - Eyelids popping open wide. Dull gray light, probably the overcast for todays weather, as I could hear very light rain. I looked up to see what time it was, surprisingly was 5 A.M. It was only a dream but prophetic enough in one way. For the next few hours, I tried to find out more of Ageha Kiyomitzu, just as soon as I dressed up for school.

Latest interview with internationally famous skater! Details inside!

Q: How long have you been skating?
A: About 12 years. Around that time, I also started to play piano and violin

Q: Is there any type of guy you like?

A: HM. One's with black hair, smart, and this personality to be on top.

Q: Do you flirt?

A: At times but usually never. If I do, I start off to hate the guy. When did it turn to my romance life? [laughs]

Q: What's your ideal date?

A: Just a walk during winter or when its cold or rainy, we'd cuddle together on top of a Ferris wheel.

Q: Do you even wish to go to the winter Olympics?

A: That's one that I wish to compete in. I'd be in college by that time but I still have to work hard on. But I'm not giving up yet!

Its obvious she likes me but doesn't want to admit it. No girl can't help but fall for us host club guys. I had to skip breakfast in order to get to school on time and while on my way, the similar girl who claims to hate me, was riding on a bicycle. I thought people our age would die to get a car and she just rode a bicycle. At least it stopped raining.

"Good day miss Kiyomitzu." I said, rolling down the window and she looked toward where her name was called from. Her eyes looked the same as any time she heard my name or have a glimpse of me, those eyes of disgust and challenging, but her face kept normal as if she was spacing off.

"Oh, it's you." Even her voice showed disgust and annoyance.

"Do you need a ride?" I asked, maybe a little annoyed as well from her kicking me in the face, but I'll let her off easy.

"No thank you. I don't take rides from rivals or idiots." She replied in a very cold tone and just before I could even reply back , she ignored me and headed off for school This wasn't going to stop me anyways, I needed to prove that girl she just likes me.

((Ageha's POV))

As usual, I placed my bicycle just near the gate, inside and casually walked toward the school but how could I not when I'm the only student wearing a different uniform that the others. Yesterday's incident really annoyed me because they'll also try to figure out how I could do such a move non related to figure skating. They found out my secret for Pete's sakes! My bad temper always gets me in trouble too, believe me and my big mouth. I had to watch around every where in case someone I don't know but working with that jerk comes around and does god knows what.

"This temper always gets me in trouble. Way to go Ageha." I said to myself, as I said before trying to get unnoticed. I heard footsteps and soon readied my position when I turned find these guys in suits lined up.

"Are you Ageha Kiyomitzu?" The one farthest to the right said. I nodded my head in agreement but I don't know why I did.

"Would you come with us please?" Another said. I started to back away slowly.

"Ah. . . .I actually have something to do so, bye." I kind of made a run for it as they started to following me. I tried hiding inside the building but they always found me, I tried hiding in bushes or behind trees, blending in. It took them awhile to find me and when they were about to give up, I stood out in the open finally able to concentrate but they came out of nowhere and started to drag me into a car!

"Let go! Let me go! I'll report you for kidnapping!" Kicking and screaming seemed no help at all even when one reached into their pockets and placed a rag on my mouth. My eyes were heavy and . . .I blacked out.

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This is such a warm feeling. . . its as if . . .. Someone's touching me! I tried to look up but my body wouldn't respond that quick but I was able to raise my head to see all these women massaging my legs, shoulders and arms. I wanted to get out of here!

"Should we do a liposuction?"

"No, this is all just muscle. She already has soft skin."

They were all talking among themselves as if I didn't even exist. After the massage was done, they all took me toward this other lady to do my hair and make up. She kept telling me I might have looked better with short hair. I really didn't care as long as I got out of here without any problems or seriously hurt.

"You have such a pretty face, all you need is just blush and lip gloss. I see why young master choose you." Young master? Who the quack is she talking about? The lady finished and showed me a room to try out various dresses and outfits, they all were nice but to her, I guess neither were a good choice, that was until she ordered the maids to get these incredible pair of pale pink platforms. The laces wrapped around my ankles and sort of made it easier to walk around with them and if you disagree, I will totally understand. The jewelry to go with everything was even more incredible. How rich was this person? *sweat drop* The dress finally came in and it was a knee-length, spaghetti strap, pale pink dress with very few rhinestones and a waist belt with distinctive rose patterns. It wasn't any different than I'm forced to wear at parties or from the dresses I've worn except maybe it was more expensive. I hardly even recognized myself when we I looked in the mirror and saw this doll like figure, me. The hair was in more curls than usual. After gawking over the new transformation, I was then led to a room where someone was supposed to be waiting for me. Who could possibly be waiting for me? I don't even know anyone who's this rich.

"Um . . we're still in japan right?" I asked the butler next to me, who also leading me to the mystery person, waiting.

"Yes, miss." He answered back before stopping and extending his arm toward a set of stairs. He told me follow it and there will be his master. I had to go by myself since he also told me this was a private meeting with me and whomever this guy was. I did follow as I was told until I was the figure of a guy just standing by the window, with light still out. Oh good, its still daylight out ^^;; but he also looked familiar and looked just like. .

'Lee Hyuk Kyung?' I thought it was but sadly . . .

It wasn't. He turned around, revealing Kyoya, dressed up just like me. I was more in disgust and shock that admiring.

"I'm ecstatic now that your here, miss kiyomitzu." Its so obvious that smile was fake, I don't see why other girls just fall for it. While I wasn't paying attention, he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to once again, see myself in the mirror.

"See? I made you even more beautiful that before. Now that your like this, I'm also allowing you to be my girlfriend." He said. I turned around with a disbelieving face, just pushing him away farther than he was now, and getting into my fighting position.

"Is something wrong with your head?!"

"Come on, admit it. You pretended to hate me, fooling others but not me." He said, chuckling but I wasn't laughing. Is he serious? because I shall not be laughed at like this because of a silly made-up little cuento of me liking him. Never in a million years will I like him! I won't let him get to me!

"Someone hit you in the head too hard! If you really think I like you, you're an even bigger idiot than i thought, probably the most clueless one too. I despise you as a rival academically and for finding out my secret! There is a word I like to call people like you: stalker; for being in other people's personal business and you shouldn't even force to kidnap!"

The look on his face was priceless, even when I was taking off the earrings, the necklace, the shoes, even rubbing off the make-up from my face with a napkin nearby. I was about to take off the dress then suddenly remembering Kyoya was still in the same room as me. It took about 3 minutes to realize what I was going to say again.

"GIVE ME BACK MY CLOTHES!" Yelling at the top of my lungs, storming off to find the nearest bathroom to change in. I shan't speak to him even if someone was to offer me money for it. I'm out of here!

((Kyoya's POV))
I kept pacing back and forth, figuring how it didn't work. What am I even saying? I'm basing a theory off an article that may or not be true, she could have lied in everything.

'You think what I said in that interview was true? Are you that gullible? You have to know a person first to make up judgments like, me liking you. You're my rival, nothing more. I will come on top because I have a goal, you or no one can understand.'

And how she said it was interesting. I'm not going to give up so easily like this. Especially if I want to find out more about her.

ME: well we all know that kyoya is a lousy, pervy, stalker

Kyoya: . .I'll take that as a compliment this time.

ME: Does this mean its true?! :O KYOYA YOU PERV! Are you a masochist or a Sadist? :3

Kyoya: Neither.

Ageha: *comes right into my office without knocking and slaps Kyoya* HOW DARE YOU KIDNAP ME!? And creator-san, how you even talk to him!? *cries sadly*

Kyoya: *secretly wanting to be slapped again*

ME: *exactly knowing he wants Ageha to slap him again, so I glare at him* Sadist. Sorry Ageha, I had to. Anyways readers! Thank you for reading this! See you next chapter ((that is if i have time to make one up))

Hunny: HEY! We need more reviews. If we can get more, I'll let you hold USA-Chan! \(OσO)/~

ME: I love this guy *hugs hunny senpai*