Title: Lipstick on Glass

Pairing: KyoHaru

Word Count: 779

Summary: A random idea that came to me. Haruhi and Kyouya meet five years after graduation under... interesting circumstances. Not pervy like the title (or summary for that matter) makes it seem . Long but maybe it will have a sequel drabble someday or something :D

PS: All forgotten word counts have been fixed, please mention it if you notice! Also thank you for allof the reviews (averaged at five a chapter, the 150th reviewer can haveeither a drabble dedication or a request if they like ^^)

Kyouya walked up the steps of the law firm, it wasn't particularly famous or grand but he wasn't interested the building or most of the people within it, there was one person he was looking for in particular. When he got inside he looked at the signs and followed a corridor to what he knew to be the right department. He bumped past a small woman on his way through the door and muttered an apology; she seemed in too much of a hurry to notice him.

'I'm sorry sir, Miss Fujioka left a few moments ago for lunch,' the secretary smiled at the handsome man in front of her, 'she usual works over lunch so I'm sure she'll be back soon.'

'That's alright, I'll visit her at home,' Kyouya smiled his host smile.

'Oh, are you close?' the woman asked curiously, he could tell what she was hinting at.

Kyouya bit back a malicious response about strangers asking inappropriate questions and smiled a little wider until he was almost baring his teeth at her, 'just an old friend,' then he left without letting the nosy woman ask more questions. He didn't understand why everybody felt the need to know your life story, if he wanted to tell them he would. Right now he didn't want to talk to that secretary and probably never would; right now he wanted to talk to Haruhi because he needed to. He wanted to as well but he told himself that wasn't important.

He walked down the steps of the law firm to see a woman in front of his car; it looked like she was writingon his windscreen. He narrowed his eyes in annoyance and pinched the bridge of his nose where his glasses used to sit before he switched to contacts.

'He stepped forward and cleared his throat. The woman turned around, she was the same woman he had bumped into on his way inside.

'Kyouya-senpai, what are you doing here?' she asked, her eyes widening.

'Looking for you, what are you doing?' he observed the woman before him and was surprised he hadn't recognised her before. It was true she had changed; she couldn't be mistaken for a boy anymore although he himself had never understood that mistake in the first place. She was still petite with a slender frame but she had grown her hair to just below her shoulders so it framed he face and formed a gentle wave as it hit her shoulders.

'Writing on some idiot's car with lipstick, they parked so close to my car I can't move. Plus this is a staff car park,'

'You mean my car?' he smiled his fake smile, expecting her to squeak in response.

'So you're the idiot,' she smiled back, Kyouya merely blinked, 'I though you knew better, just because you're rich senpai,' she sighed and put her lipstick away. Kyouya blinked again, she had matured, and she wasn't scared of him. He felt his chest burn slightly with long forgotten feelings.

'Why were you looking for me?' she inquired, tilting her head slightly the way she always used to.

'I wanted to ask as a favour if you would be my lawyer for a business partner who is being... troublesome, I'd still pay you of course.'

Haruhi frowned, 'why are you asking me, I'm sure you know some top shot lawyers that would be far better at helping you,'

'I can trust you though, I would feel safer if I was entrusting most of my company's welfare to you,'

Haruhi stared at him with a look that could have been fear, 'that's a lot of money's worth of company,' she muttered.

'Yes it is,' Kyouya agreed, 'but I trust you to look after it.'

She shook of her shock and nodded, 'I'll have to hear the details but I'd be happy to help a friend. I was about to get lunch, we could talk about it then if you'd accompany me.'

'I have a meeting in twenty minutes so I was wondering if we could discuss it over dinner tonight,' he smiled a rare true smile.

'Um, sure,' Haruhi answered hesitantly, she had a feeling Kyouya had some other motive.

'I'll pick you up at eight,' he nodded then took out his car keys, 'and Haruhi?'

'Yes?'

'How do I get lipstick off my windscreen?' he looked at the reddish pink scrawl spelling out... unmentionable things.

'Sorry,' she smiled apologetically, 'once it's there it's hard to get rid of.'

Like you on my heart, he continued to smile. She was right to say he had other motives but they were probably not what she was thinking.