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Undesirable Confession

A/N: It's official: I lost my decency to write fanfictions properly. Reason: RL biting on me. I'm struggling but worry not. As soon as I get my groove back it'll be big time.

"I like you! Please go out with me!"

A square, white envelope perched atop the boy's outstretched palms as he sputtered the words out in a barely intelligible bark. He was shaking uncontrollably, as blood rose quickly to his head making it look like a swollen tomato with a bob of black, unruly hair. Two persons stood in front of him; Kyouya watched in obscure revulsion, his glare hidden from the reflection of the light on his glasses. Ashina, who stood frozen beside him, blinked more than it was necessary, making her look like she was having an epileptic attack.

The words resounded deafeningly on the empty corridor where they were and an unnerving silence hung heavily in the air. The boy had his back bent uncomfortably with his arms outstretched forward, his eyes glued on his shoes as he waited for the silence to pass. Talk about awkward.

"Please consider my feelings in this letter!"

Ashina jumped back in surprise, as the reality of the situation dawned on her. "Um—er—" Swallowing the lump on her throat audibly, she opened her mouth to speak, only to end up stuttering her words until she eventually lost them. It was an unsettling sight to watch, like an epic fail movie gone horribly worse.

Unable to bear it anymore, Kyouya cleared his throat while elbowing Ashina on the arm. She lost her balance slightly and only then did she have any chance to clear her mind.

"Er—"

Ashina bent forward to level her head with the boy's face. Her smile was awkward, making it look more like a grimace than an attempt to ease the tension. Kyouya mentally complimented her failed acting ability. Nobody else could have done any better.

"I'll read it first," she spoke quietly while taking the letter from his hands. The boy's head jerked slightly upward, the back of it slamming against Ashina's forehead nastily. Both recoiled while clutching their sore spot as Kyouya rolled his eyes in frustration. The boy apologized quickly, after bowing six or seven times (Kyouya lost count) until the Ootori blew him off and the boy took his flight.

"Well, that was stupid," Kyouya commented somewhat lazily, while watching Ashina stand up from her curled position of the floor as the girl rubbed the now reddish mark between her eyebrows.

"That really hurt," she muttered accordingly, her eyes travelling to the small piece of paper clutched between her fingers.

"Well," Kyouya spoke impatiently while raising one eyebrow.

"Well what?" Ashina looked at him with a curious expression.

"Read it." It was an order.

In dealing with Ootori Kyouya, one must remember two important things. First rule of life: listen. Second rule of life: don't talk back. Both are mandatory, subject to patent and absolute compliance.

"That would be impolite!" Ashina argued stubbornly, while moving the letter away from his reach.

One look and a single raise of his brow were all it took for Ashina to bite her tongue and cease her attempt for rebound. Grudgingly, she tore the paper open and unfolded the neat stationery inside.

The boy, they learned as she read aloud, was a year their junior and a devoted athlete like Ashina. He had his eye on her ever since he watched her practice track. "You are really pretty, incomparable among others," she mumbled quietly but it was loud enough for Kyouya to hear. Her smile reached her ears, he noticed, and Ashina rubbed her cheeks almost subconsciously, stroking the blotches of crimson that pooled beneath the skin.

"What do you think you're doing, all flushed like that?" Kyouya snapped while prodding her with his elbow.

"What's wrong with that?" she raised back. Her lips puckered childishly, stubbornly. "It's not everyday I find a guy who compliments me like this."

Kyouya closed his eyes and fought the urge to rebut her once more. He pushed his glasses up, just for something to do and motioned her to continue reading.

"Whenever I watch you run, you always look like flying and it makes me want to love track even more. I want to get closer to you, princess! Allow me to send you to the palace of your dreams!"

"What's with that?" Kyouya reacted in horror and added, "You're acting like a maggot soaked in a pool of vinegar. Will you stop moving like a rabbit in heat?"

"Tch," Ashina snapped a look at him, as if reprimanding. "Why do you have to be such a spoilsport?"

"I'm not a spoilsport," he told her quietly, his self-possession regaining. "What if somebody else sees you squirm like that while reading a letter from a different guy? They'll misunderstand."

"Why do you—AH! Don't tell me you're jealous?"

Kyouya sighed audibly. "Let me see that," he reached his hand to pull the letter from Ashina's grasp and realization hit him like a bucket of cold water.

He recognized the handwriting from anywhere. No wonder the boy acted so . . . unnatural. He's seen people confess before and the previous incident was simply something out of the ordinary. He should have known earlier. The tone of the letter, he realized just now, was actually familiar. That unusually sugary drone sounded resolutely on his ears—it was utterly out of character for a shy, distraught boy to have written this kind of letter. He should have seen it better before.

The moment Kyouya glanced from behind, a pair of red heads accompanied by a hint of a blond one went instantly under a bunch of rose bushes not far from where he and Ashina stood. A pair of dark-colored binoculars lay uselessly beside the shrubs and an un-embodied hand groped around for it until it was pulled out of sight.

The look on Kyouya's face could have mass-murdered a colony of innocent kittens. A few feet away from their location, an execution chamber was being prepared for three, particularly rich bastards.

Post A/N: Okay, that was just . . . *allow me to find the right words to say.* A clichéd, fail-humor chapter. I disappoint myself.