Umehito placed Haruhi on the gold silk-covered king-sized bed as he turned and bowed; addressing the 14-year-old master.
"It's good to see you, Master Yasuchika." He said. Yasuchika nodded; his head resting on his right hand, "Likewise, Umehito." He was silent as he glanced at Haruhi, "So this is the girl my older cousin Takashi spoke of?"
Haruhi's eyes widened, "Takashi's your relative?" Yasuchika blinked before lowering his head; giving an amused chuckle, "Hm, yes. He, and my idiotic older brother are quite close. So it's only natural that I hear of Takashi's escapades."
Haruhi frowned slightly, but didn't find it necessary to answer. Umehito then chose this moment to drop into an elegant bow and excuse himself.
"Well, Master Yasuchika, if you require no more, I'll be on my way." Yasuchika nodded his approval, and with that, the eccentric blonde made his exit.
As the heavy door shut, Yasuchika's sandy brown eyes flickered over to Haruhi.
The usually calm and sarcastic girl bit her lip under the intensity of the younger teen's gaze and looked down at the gold bedspread, "Nice to meet you, Master Yasuchika."
Yasuchika was quite observant and intelligent for his age; albeit, a little immature, but he could still feel the slightly nervous aura surrounding the girl.
"Address me as Master Haninozuka." He commanded lightly, lifting his head off of his hand and standing from his chair next to the bed.
Haruhi rolled her eyes in her head, 'Oh wow; kid's got a bit of an ego…' She looked up though, and gave him a nervous smile, "As you wish, Master Haninozuka." She cleared her throat lightly; watching as the young teen watched her every move, "What do you want of me?"
Yasuchika blinked; not in confusion, but in concealed curiosity as he finally turned his piercing gaze from her; looking at the table with two wine glasses and a bottle of wine, "Don't be ignorant. Come over to the table with me, and I shall explain."
Haruhi swallowed; her thin legs hanging off the bed, "But, I- sir, your cousin Master Takashi was rather-" "Yes, I know," Yasuchika interrupted her; sitting down at the small table, "But surely you can walk the short distance to the table?"
Haruhi sighed lightly; realizing she didn't exactly have a choice in the matter. She slowly lowered herself to the floor, wincing when she felt a sharp pain shoot up her spine.
"Arrogant bastard," she murmured as she slowly made her way to the table before gingerly taking her seat.
Yasuchika watched her closely, as he picked up the bottle of red Patrimonio wine from Corsica, France, "I see Takashi didn't hold back a bit on you, huh?"
Haruhi didn't gratify Yasuchika's inquiry with a response as he poured both his and her glass full of the delicious ruby red substance.
Haruhi blinked; she found Yasuchika's behavior rather unusual for a patron. Wine drinking wasn't an activity most wanted to engage in with when it came to the fragile and doe-eyed female.
"What is it you want of me?" Haruhi asked again; taking a tentative sip of the wine as Yasuchika nodded that she do so.
The sandy blonde lord let her question hang in the air as he slowly downed half of his wine glass before placing it back on the table, "Information."
Haruhi looked very surprised at this, "W-what? Information, Master Haninozuka?" Yasuchika nodded slowly, "Well, yes; it's why I'm here."
Haruhi gave an annoyed look, "Master Haninozuka, most patrons come to have their way with imprisoned sex slaves; not to gather information."
Yasuchika couldn't help but let out a slightly amused laugh at her bluntness, "You are correct, girl, but listen well." He poured himself some more wine before regaining eye contact with her, "I'm 14 years old; and unlike most boys my age, I have no interest in sex. I have better and bigger things to accomplish."
Haruhi tilted her head in slight confusion; though she was happy that the teen did not want sex from her.
"Information?" Haruhi repeated, her brows knitting in thought, "You wouldn't be happening to be referring to Kyoya?" Yasuchika raised an eyebrow at the loss of the title 'master', and said, "Yes," before taking a sip of his wine.
Haruhi had barely touched her own as she responded, looking around the room, "What business do you have asking me about information on Kyoya?"
Yasuchika thought about this; sitting back in his chair slightly and tapping his fingers on the glass table, "I shouldn't have to explain myself to you, girl," he finally answered.
Haruhi turned her gaze back to the sandy blonde and narrowed her eyes, "If you want information on Kyoya, you're going to have to explain your reasoning for such."
Yasuchika was becoming rather annoyed with the exchange, and so decided to give a quick briefing.
"My brother, Mitsukuni Haninozuka, is the heir to our father's sex slave business. In fact, he owns a few here and there in Japan." He paused to take another sip of the liquid, "Even though he's 18, he acts otherwise. He's addicted to sweets, and our cousin and his other stupid friends continue to convince him that it's perfectly fine for a fucking 18 year old to 'like sweets, and cute' things. Fuck, I fee like puking just thinking about it."
Haruhi raised an eyebrow, slowly crossing her legs, "Is there a point to this story?" Yasuchika growled, fixing her with a glare, "Hold your tongue, girl! Anyway, like I was saying, he is completely unfit to inherit the company when father passes away. Even at 14, I'd do a better job! But…" he paused, sitting back in his seat, staring at the bottle of wine, "I can't convince my father of that; he won't give me a chance. Just because I can't beat my brother at martial arts."
Haruhi sighed, deciding that she might need the wine after all, and replied, "So what's your plan then? I'm assuming you have some crazy ass scheme, correct?" Yasuchika's brows knitted in curiosity, "Well, yes. I've decided that in order to prove I am worthy to father, I must take over another major sex slaving business; and who better than the notorious Master Kyoya Ootori?"
Haruhi glanced to the side at the bed, thinking, "Well, it makes sense, I guess; and I personally have nothing against it. But I don't believe I'd be of much help when it comes to information. Both Kaoru and I steer clear of that man whenever possible."
Yasuchika frowned, crossing his arms, "Ah. I see. Who would be able to give me the information I desire?" Haruhi looked back at the boy before her; tossing her bangs out of her eyes, "Well, Umehito, naturally. Though I wouldn't count on him to double cross Kyoya."
Yasuchika clicked his tongue, "That man is loyal to Master Kyoya?" Haruhi gave a thoughtful look, "Well, in all honesty, it really seems like it; but perhaps, it could just be fear." He nodded in response, "I see; well, what can you tell me about Umehito then? Does he have any weaknesses?"
Haruhi smirked lightly as she slowly stood up, "Well, men. Attractive men are his weakness. I bet if you could find him one, he'd spill all he knows about 'Master' Kyoya."
Yasuchika bared his teeth at her, "What? Are you saying that I'm not attractive enough?" Haruhi chuckled in slight pain; making her way back over to the bed, "I didn't say that; but in all honestly, you are a kid. I'm not sure if Umehito swings… towards the lower end of the age spectrum. I sure as hell don't."
Yasuchika turned in his seat and glared at the outspoken brunette, "You know, if you don't shut your trap, I can still have my way with you."
Haruhi nearly had the audacity to laugh; be decided against it, and replied, "Oh really? Well, I'm sure then, that 'Master' Kyoya would just love hearing about your plan to take over his corporation."
Yasuchika's eyes widened; he hadn't thought this completely through. In the end, he simply chose to turn back around and pour the rest of the wine into his glass, "Manipulative female."
A/N: Aha! This… chapter is like… more then ten days overdue… ANYWAY, this turned out not as planned… but… hey; still surprised ya, right? lol anyway, thank you to my reviewers on last chapter and I am thoroughly glad and thankful that you all enjoyed that chapter. Honestly, I did too. _ Review please! ~Aly~