Engage Me.

A/N: Finally a chapter uploaded at a reasonable time! I've been rewatching Naruto actually and I feel like throwing Sakura and Hibari into a ninja like fic. Anyways, also a new cover photo. I will now be changing them as the story progresses. c: I don't own the image, a fanart of Lightning and Noctis (I don't know anything about Final Fantasy).

Thank you to the wonderful reviewers from last chapter: xenocanaan (also being the first of this one and for reading at a crazy speed), Poooooh, tonbarrie, OceanRuins (repeated reviews that encourage me), My Name is Alice. You guys are the reason I get off my games and write. :')

CHAPTER 6
continuation of An Unforgettable Birthday

First Person ; Nanase Sakura

...There was a woman in front of him, one with long black hair tied into a high neat ponytail. She had interracial facial features: a tall nose, carefully done thin eyebrows, and captivating wide, red eyes. Her light skinned figure was what guys would probably drool over, surely like those waiters on the side.

There was one most noticeable feature about this woman (sue me for noticing) and that was her chest. One that seemed.. painful to the back and hard work to keep up. Is it me, or was gravity not working correctly there?

It was only further emphasized by the low cut red v-neck halter top that she wore, paired with tight black skinny jeans and a black blazer with rolled up sleeves to her elbows. Everything was just..tight and fit her form. She was practically adorned in sex appeal.

The woman leaned forward and I don't know why it was me that held my breath, idly wondering if he did too. I froze as he stood still, froze as she neared him. And whispered into his ears as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. As if he wouldn't kill her- and he didn't.

She took a step back and I couldn't have pushed down the surfacing thought even if I wanted to: 'you better'.

The two continued to talk about something. Her arms crossed in front of her chest as she smirked, tilting her head slightly up. Even with those heels, she couldn't make the same height as him but she barely missed.

I wasn't going to lie that it irked me, watching them stand next to each other in the same aura. The same type of confidence that anyone could tell from afar. So..fitting.

If there was someone like her… Someone with more.. fitting potential that he could.. marry? Then why me?

But..I guess that had always been Akane's opinion. And I just took it. And he took it. Though a person like her.. then shouldn't he...?

I glanced away in the next second, trying to straighten my fingers instead of the way it instinctively curled into my palm. I should walk away. I should, but-

No.
What was the point? Why am I even feeling an irritation prickle against my mind? Surely if he would rather be with, wouldn't that be.. a good riddance? I…
No. I spent too much time, right? Effort and.. all these years of.. Of.. what? I-
Oops. Too late.

His eyes met mine, down the hallway of olive walls and golden framed portraits. I couldn't back down, so I took the necessary steps forward. Reluctance turned into more confident strides as I neared and a straight back was a must.

I took my side next to Hibari (ignoring how possessive that thought sounded) and faced Watermelon-san with a feigned and practiced smile.

"I'm Suzuki Adelheid. And you are?" Adel... Sounds foreign.

"Nanase Sakura," I smiled. "His fiancee," I added before I bowed, hearing a scoff from the man beside me. For some reason I felt like one of those obnoxious obstacles in a way of a heroine, which would be her who was in love with him or something. Like some type of drama on television- that better not be it.

She gave me a small bow in return but warily looked at me. Her expression was one of shock and disbelief.

But of course! Who would have thought Hibari Kyoya could have a fiancee, someone that would survive by his side? I was only able to accomplish that feat so far due to a special condition, the love of Hibari Akane.

I turned to my..fiancee. "I just wanted to tell you that my father is coming at the end of the month."

His expression seemed watchful but ended up giving a short nod that he seemed troubled to even have to do.

"Then I'll be going back to the table first," I said before giving Adelheid a polite nod. "A pleasure to have met you."

"Likewise," she answered casually. I gave a small twitch of a smile before turning on my heels and back to the general area of dining tables.

As I left, I heard an audible enough murmur. "She's surprisingly...normal," the woman mused behind my back. ….Normal?

I shrugged it off, deeming it to be an assumption that anyone that could stand being by Hibari Kyoya should be nuts. Though that still might be true since I couldn't technically stand being by him. Slightly literally, and sometimes figuratively.

I soon heard footsteps catching up to me and I whirled around only to have a short pain inflicted to my head. My hand darted up immediately, touching my forehead as I met steel blue eyes.

He flicked my forehead..? "What for?"

"You say unnecessary things."

Why does it matter if she knew, huh? "She was too close," I grumbled, voice borderlining defensiveness. His raised eyebrow was a mixed sign of amusement and a question. "I.. I was doing you a favor," I covered quickly. It was supposed to be a half tease but the tone crumbled away from my words.

We reached the table but the mood wasn't as great as before.

"Who was she? Your acquaintance?" Akane asked right when we sat down. I felt rather tense and I wondered if she noticed. I also pondered over the fact that she was watching. She was observant and our usual actions most likely never really went as unnoticed as we hoped.

Hibari gave a nonchalant shrug as if it didn't matter. Perhaps it didn't. But the same question rung in my head ever since and I couldn't deny it. Who was she? To be so pretty and to wear such confidence. To whisper things and stand so close.

I reached for my cup of water but Akane continued to pour more wine for me and I couldn't waste it so I tried to sip it. "How is it?" Akane smiled as she scanned me for a reaction.

"It's good, thank you." The taste was strange and alcohol of any sort wasn't really my thing. But I forced some of it down anyway and after awhile it wasn't so bad.

Though sometimes when I tilted my glass, I saw his flitting side glances from the corner of my eyes. I believed his gaze to be wary and he was probably expecting me to do something stupid- and I won't argue.

The ride back was quiet and I busied myself with the sights out my window, blurring away into the distance. Akane wanted to go home first because she was tired. She never really demanded such things and I assumed the reason why was because she thought she was being 'considerate'.

Although for the two of us, the silence only weighed heavier. Halfway back to my apartment and my attention fell onto the CD in my bag. I pursed my lips before letting out an exasperated sigh. What was I doing?

I turned to glance at the man beside me and well.. he seemed the same as ever, sort of. I didn't want to really admit it but I supposed he appeared to be more.. handsome. Perhaps it was the angle, I told myself.

A slight turn of the head, and our gaze met. Instinctively, mine whirled to the other direction and I cursed myself for the action. What am I, a teenage girl?

I continued to watch the street lights pass by, trying to watch anything really. There was nothing to talk about but that fact wasn't even worth noting because there was never anything we conversed about.

My mind traveled and I found myself thinking that I should be appreciative. It was the car ride in itself that was something I should be thankful for. Hibari didn't always drive. He had Kusakabe drive often, except what I assumed to be more 'family' matters.

"Am I family?" I accidentally blurted out. I witnessed a paused reaction, slightly parted lips for a short second. His attention fell back onto the road in the next.

"What are you going on about now?"

"I mean.. we lived together, ate dinner together," I rambled. "You're not exactly the brother type- but I guess that would be weird since we're engaged, huh?" I couldn't exactly stop. "But I mean. If we weren't.. engaged. Then.. you know like.. if I were to become homeless, would you take me in?" What. Was I saying? I should stop. I willed myself to swallow any oncoming words.

Especially when he scoffed. "No."

"No?" In the side mirror, I caught the reflection of my pout. It wasn't a surprising answer however.

The male gave me a quick glance. "You're annoying."

Well then.

"But.. you like me." I mentally kicked myself for not filtering the words through the better part of my judgment. Perhaps he found me too 'drunk' to even reply. I wasn't exactly drunk- I wasn't even sure. But I felt fine. Just..bolder and reckless, a little honest. Maybe that was the effect of it all.

"If you didn't..then.. you wouldn't have be going through with this."

The train of thoughts stopped when the scenery became familiar and the car broke in front of my apartment. Although it seemed like one of those dramatic moments in the movie where he couldn't take my shit anymore so he broke the car, and that would be the part where he'd say 'get out'. It wouldn't exactly be dramatic in the same sense but it would be something he'd say and do. But he didn't.

I unbuckled the seat belt though I continued to sit for a moment and he decided to put the car into park because of my delay. I questioned why he didn't kick me out like I assumed he would have for even stalling another minute.

I turned to him, not sure what I hoped to find- not sure that I hoped for anything. Hibari had an elbow rested on the window's ledge and his head was rested onto the back of his hand. Slowly, our eyes met.

I found myself lost and a bit too entranced in the pool of steel blue. And I came into terms with the fact that I didn't want today to be over.

Tomorrow.. I was going to face the haunting thoughts of the embarrassing actions I took today for sure. But today, perhaps it was proven to be more fun not exactly thinking. Until I thought, and then it basically went downhill.

So then..maybe I should not?

I wasn't sure what 'should not' meant to myself but my body seemed to have the answer. I leaned in uncomfortably into his still position, hoping I portrayed my intentions clearly- though awkwardly. Every second weighed down heavier.

I just.. I really wanted to-

The turn of his head ruined every bit of my intentions and I felt a slight strain. I snapped my head away in embarrassment and my hand was quick to dart to the handle-

"Seat belt."

"What?"

"Put back on your seat belt," he muttered before putting the car back onto drive.

I gave him a questioning look but did as I was told, not exactly wanting to die.

"Where are we-"

"Quiet, Nanase Sakura," he spoke in a tired breath.

And that was the last of our conversation. Until then, anyway.

The car ride was awkward and I had no idea where he was taking us. It wasn't too long of a drive but it was enough to make me squirm uncomfortably in my seat. Although to my relief, the tortured silence was over in twenty minutes.

I stared outside the window in utter surprise once the car came to the stop. "The beach..?" The strip of sand was empty and the vicinity was desolated. Figures, since it was eleven o'clock.

"Get out." Oh, there's the 'get out' I was waiting for- just not exactly in the way I pictured it to be placed.

I complied despite my confusion and Hibari walked ahead; the man's stride took him further with legs longer than mine but I half jogged to keep up with his pace.

Why are we at the beach? Rather, why did he take me here?

Once we hit sand, I took off my heels right away and my skin met with grainy texture. My attention shifted to his feet. "Aren't you going to.." I didn't have to finish my sentence.

Hibari stared at me yet didn't speak. He closes his eyes as if it bothered him to do so and took off his dress shoes along with his socks. He carried them in his left hand while I kept mine on the right.

Wordlessly, we proceeded to trudge over the bumpy, cold and grainy tanned sand. If it was supposed to be some kind of romantic moment where our hands would lightly brush against each other- it wasn't. It was difficult enough for me to keep up with his pace, so screw romantic movie scenes.

The chilly wind brushed by and ruffled my hair into tangles. I could already feel the oncoming beach hair, one I liked more than I minded. Just troublesome with the wind. My view was obstructed as strands of pink came into my vision. A hand was brought up instinctively to tame the hair and tuck it behind an ear, but the next breeze had my arms hugging at my sides.

I shivered slightly at the lowering temperature as night fell, and rubbed my arms in some sort of warmth. Perhaps I should've brought a jacket.

I almost thought it was my hair again that flew into my face- but the faint scent of cologne had me shocked- amazed, and blinded. When did he even take that off..?

"Thank you," I spoke after pulling it off of my head. I knew better than to question Hibari Kyoya's intentions, especially ones that..leaned more on the... nicer side, dare I say. But.. "Won't you be cold?" I asked as I carried it, still jogging to keep up with him.

Wise people said that you should never look a gift horse in the mouth. I happened to be of the latter, stupid, and the ex-prefect wasn't exactly a gift horse.

His eyes flitted to me but his head remained facing straight ahead. "No." There was no scoff, no sigh, no fall or rise in the shoulders.

I nodded slowly but ended up giving him a smile, one wider than I had intended. I quickly pulled his black blazer over, the warmth had me sighing in relief. His warmth. And then the warmth of my cheeks.

I really hoped he wouldn't be cold. And I really did hate myself for not bringing a jacket. I didn't..prefer.. girls that leave without an outerwear only to have the guys give them their jackets. Then the guys would be the one to suffer. Especially if done purposely.

I sighed. I would have argued against him regarding the jacket but.. I'd be doing more damage and causing more trouble than I'd be thoughtful.

We continued walking to..wherever he wanted to walk to. The sand slowed us down and I would frown or wince upon some of the steps. Sticks or sharp broken shells.

But regardless, I seemed to be in a much more relaxed and better mood. I wondered if it was because of the night sky or the wonderful fresh air. Or the sound of crashing waves that became more audible and I noted that we must be nearing the water.

I glanced to the man who seemed rather focused on where he was going, his hair now flying back into the direction of the wind. Him with the backdrop of a navy sky, speckled with thousands of twinkling stars. The way he casually walks with one hand shoved in his pocket and the other carrying his shoes, a tall back and- The sight…

I… The way I was feeling- It.. This was ridiculous.

I shook my head as a gesture only to myself before jogging closer, jokingly bumping into his side on purpose. He finally turned his head to me with a rather neutral expression, surprisingly. In fact, I expected him to call me clumsy or complain, at least frown.

I decided to take the chance and tease him. What did I do best?

"Wow. Today, Hibari Kyoya proposed to me. Took me to dinner, gave me a CD that he burned personally for me. And now, taking me sightseeing?" I smirked at his dismay. "….Should I be getting a lottery ticket or did I use up all my luck?"

He looked away and scoffed.

My lips curved into a teasing smirk. "Is this a romantic walk on the beach?"

He watched me in thought but turned when he spoke. "No. I wanted fresh air."

"While on a romantic walk on the beach."

"I don't do romantic, Nanase Sakura."

"Hehhhh~" I hummed for a moment, a total I-do-not-believe-you hum. But I did. It was true. Throughout the time I had known this man, even imagining Hibari Kyoya to romantic was a feat to demand an act of shuddering at least. It was just.. too weird. But, that was pretty much then.

The man walking by me now.. strolling with the utmost confidence- I guess I wouldn't say it was impossible to imagine just.. not likely and not something anyone should ever hope for. And I wouldn't hold my breath for it.

Though I guess it happened, kind of. And now I found myself holding my breath regardless- not by choice.

Well either way, Hibari Kyoya did not need to be equipped with romance. If he was, he'd be murdering too many people (girls, mainly) even without violence. Not to mention, it would add to his list of many things unfair.

I wonder if I could even blame the wine for the honesty that spoke within my mind. Marveling and finally admitting how devilishly handsome he was.

How unfair it was for him to stand so casually yet look so absolutely stunning. A figure that was more on the skinny side yet absolutely not scrawny. Built, fit, and strong but not overly muscular. He was tall- but not too tall, with tall legs and a slightly long, strong and capable back.

The tux, that he often wore, had to be tailored for it had always suited his frame perfectly and only complimented his form. Most of the clothes that he chose looked nice on him anyway, and though plain in taste, his style wasn't bad.

And how nice it must be to walk with so much confidence without even trying. To command so much attention from every second of his presence without anything dramatic. To be so natural yet so enthralling. To despise having people crowd around him yet in a way attracts people by merely aura that practically radiates off of him, unfortunately for him.. and then unfortunately for them.

His facial features were unarguably handsome as well. Even I, a person who did not care much for those around me, had to even stubbornly admit that. His eyelashes weren't short or nonexistent, they were an average medium length since I would not consider them long either- a good length in conclusion. The arch of his tall nose was a gift of good genetics, along with everything else.

And not to mention, those eyes. One that watches you in that pool of steelish blue, either making you feel at the center of the universe or at the core of hell. But nevertheless, one that could not be taken lightly and one that demanded the attention of every cell in your body. A glance that rendered you speechless. And of course, needless to say, I had always found his eye color too enchanting and entirely more unfair than the posture.

His skin tone was lightly fair. His hair was soft and smooth, a beautiful sleek raven black color that contrasts his closer to pale skin. A style, effortlessly disheveled and framed his face nicely.

Even his fingers were beautifully slender, and probably great for playing the piano if he ever tried- okay. I believed that was beyond enough. But at least I wasn't talking about toes.

"You're staring."

And his smooth, masculine voice was nice too.

"I-I was just thinking," I muttered softly, suddenly feeling flustered from all the thoughts I just swam through. Ones that were less calm than the ocean's waves at this time.

My feet met with damper sand, one that wasn't so bumpy and left more noticeable imprints in the wake of our footsteps.

"I usually don't like to hear what herbivores are thinking."

Does that mean he wants to know.. or does not want to know..? Conversations with Hibari Kyoya usually don't fall short of 'perplexing'. "But since I'm not eating, I do question what you're staring at."

"Not eating?…. Oh!" I realized what he meant. I used to have a habit of watching him eat because.. well he ate very gracefully. Great. One more thing on his list of 'unfair'.

His attention told me he was waiting. And one does not simply keep Hibari Kyoya, the majesty, waiting.

"Um.. I was just thinking.." My eyes flitted away for a moment to be able to extract the truth into words. "..That you're.. very beautiful."

His lips parted, eyebrows cocked in amusement or confusion. I shook my head quickly at my blunder.

"I mean handsome!"

He was still staring at me with a surprised expression. How.. to fix..?

"I mean I…. Ihopeourchildreninheritsyourgenetics!"

What the hell. I was a blubbering mess. And I should really stop.

"No- I didn't mean-" Oh please stop staring at me like that. "T-That's.. I mean the.. The road to having children is.. really intimate. A-And..awkward." Like this situation… Ohhhh great.

Hibari seemed to be indecisive and in between wanting to be amused or wanting to be.. not. I wasn't sure.

"I'm...stupid," I concluded miserably, head ducking in shame of myself. The defeat louder than my words.

"Yes," he finally answered with a breath. "You are."

…..Oh, so that he could answer in a heart beat? "...Thanks."

Third Person (Limited) ; Hibari Kyoya

He watched as she piped down, still simmering in flushed cheeks and hanging her head low in embarrassment. There was something.. he had to admit...amusing about that, he almost let out-

..A scoff. It was merely a rising scoff.

But she ran off in the next second after putting down her heels and Kyoya found no reason to stop her. Idiot. The water splashed around her feet as she entered the water, letting out a shrill noise immediately.

"It's cold!" Of course. It was nearing midnight. The temperature wasn't that favorable outside water, it was obviously not going to be any different (albeit worse) in the water.

Though her complaints stopped, thankfully. Instead her feet danced as she twirled and ran around in the water, whimpering as a wave hit but giggling in the next. His eyes watched lazily as she twirled.. twirling, and twirling in the calm waters and under a twilight sky.

Kyoya allowed himself to near the waves, allowing the ends of it to barely pool around around his feet. But nothing more. He didn't want it touching his slacks.

"Can I splash you?"

"If you have a death wish."

She didn't splash him. Wise choice.

Hibari sighed as he kept an eye on her, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he watched her run around the water in childish amusement. She was so.. hyper. He blamed his mother for the wine.

She squealed and he sighed. "Eeek! Seaweed feels weird!"

The man rolled his eyes, finally deciding to comment on her skyrocketed good mood. "You're overly hyper, Nanase Sakura."

"Sakura!" She called out from further into the ocean.

He frowned in disagreement, surely he pronounced it right. "That's what I said."

"No! I mean, call me Sakura!" She demanded from afar and a goofy grin. "You've used my full name for years!"

"That's because it's your name."

"Obviously! But we're engaged so-" Her words fell short at the casual statement of their situation, one that she mentioned more times than necessary.

But even though he thought her smile would fall too, as it did for a short moment, it recollected to an even wider grin. "I just unlocked a huge achievement today!" The girl announced from the distance and suddenly she looked a decade younger.

"Do I dare want to know?" He didn't. But Kyoya had a feeling she was going to announce it anyways.

She nodded excitedly before happily dancing around. "Today, I was proposed to by Hibari Kyoya! How many people can say that? And still be alive!~?" ….?

The pink haired girl giggled happily while he stood there with a raised eyebrow, unsure how to feel and very unsure how to reply.

"No one but meee!" She laughed heartily before happily running up to him. The mood was practically radiating off of her in an all too vibrant aura.

"You are.." He stared at her while her eyelashes fluttered in excitement. "Ridiculous. And an idiot." That was all she will ever be. "A ridiculous idiot."

But his lips curved into a smirk nonetheless. Nanase Sakura was dumb, but she had a point. True, perhaps.. she'd be the only one ever-

Only because it was too troublesome of a thing to do again.

"Your diction lacks."

"Then you're also annoying."

"You say that a lot too," she pouted. "And you forgot something."

Kyoya arched one eyebrow, waiting upon her next words.

"I'm also a herbivore," she stated rather proudly with her nose held high.

The whole thing made him.. He cleared this throat, scoff. The whole thing made him scoff. "Wao." She was definitely being more ridiculous than usual, and that was saying a lot.

"For you," she grinned playfully as she held up a seashell proudly as if it were a trophy.

"And why would I want that little thing?" There were many on the beach, he could just pick one up for himself if he bothered on such trivial items.

She pouted. "It's pretty." She didn't look like she'd relent to a rejection so he opened out a palm and the small yet full, unbroken dainty shell dropped in his hand.

He gave this woman a diamond ring and she made the shell seem pricier than the first. He seemed that warranted another scoff.

Kyoya looked down at the shell.

There were thousands, countless seashells on the beach, different and unique in their own way.

But he put hers in his pocket.

First Person ; Nanase Sakura

I plopped down onto a spot beside him, a few feet away from him anyway. But he didn't turn my way. Eyes watchful upon the golden full moon and sparkling stars.

Had it always looked this beautiful? I wonder.

"Why did you take me here?" I asked seriously this time, curiosity getting the better me.

"Wanted to clear my mind," he surprisingly actually answered.

I turned to him now, unsure what I expected to see. But I found nothing, like always- if nothing was nothing when it came to Hibari Kyoya. But nothing was for 'others'. And nothing, void of a frown and glare, was something. A thoughtful, more neutral expression.

Our gaze didn't meet still but I couldn't convince myself to look away. Because… I was wondering, why? What did he need to clear his mind from?

If he seemed to be suffocating in the same way I was. If there was something he didn't understand too. One he didn't want to entertain, one he didn't really want to think about, as well? I wonder.

Because it was different. It didn't make sense and it was difficult to think about. Because it seemed nonsensical, strange, and a change. If he didn't want to break the spell, like I didn't.

But the spell broke anyways.

As if I was Cinderella, the fateful clock struck midnight and he rose to fall into a wordless stride towards his car, leaving me to quickly follow clumsily behind. Though there was no glass slipper and my heels were tucked to my side. I left nothing amongst the desolated beach except slowly fading footprints and the inevitable scattering of the newly made, forever changing from time yet unforgettable memory.

We were in front of my apartment again and I wondered why I felt this feeling of dread for the last few minutes. I supposed I really didn't want for this day to be over, though it basically already was, passed midnight.

I solemnly gathered everything and slowly got out the car, not closing the door yet. Only because I had to tease him one last time.

"Today, my friend made me wear something embarrassing.. for you.. But.. I guess you won't get to find out," I smirked with a finger against my lips. I savored the way he parted his lips in shock, in temporary confusion, before I opened the car door and left to quickly ran up to my apartment.

I laughed softly to myself before I reached the door and fumbled for my keys, not wanting to look back.

What I didn't expect, was this.

Palms that slapped against the door in front of me, caging me in between his arms that were outstretched at each side of my head. I gasped at the unexpected fact that Hibari Kyoya actually got out of his car and changed his mind for such a line.

His breath was warm and tickled at my ears, a low and smooth voice that made me shudder. "You make it sound like you want me to find out."

...Did I? The wine was making me bolder, and I guessed it was enough to make me realize that.. I did. Though I supposed that was just a poor excuse. No matter what, I would have shuffled to turn around and face him. I wondered what it was that he saw in my expression, in my eyes.

Other than the obvious and undeniable that I was blushing as bright as a tomato.

My knees felt rather weak as he leaned in, lips lightly brushing the skin of my ears and bringing a chill down my spine. A whisper that burned my ears in the wake of its breath. "Shall I?"

When did he become so… The scent of his breath in which I inhaled was more enticingly intoxicating than the richest of wines. His hand now laid playfully at my waist, even the slightest movements of his fingers made my breath hitch.

His tall nose brushed against the side of my jaw until the touch was replaced by his lips, grazing down my neck. Oh-

I gripped the fabric of his clothes tighter as he bit down, drawing a gasp that I could very not control.

My head tilted up towards the night sky and if it weren't for the situation that demanded- no, captured all my attention, I might have questioned why we were still outside.

But instead of a full moon, his half lidded and enchanting steel blue eyes were in my sight once again. His lips hovered dangerously in front of mine and I swore his breath was driving me insane. I couldn't stand it any longer. I closed my eyes and tilted my head up, wanting nothing more than-

Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

An inch. Just an inch away.

...Why? I- Ugh. Damn phone.

I wasn't aware of exactly how much I was looking forward to it until I felt a crashing weight of embarrassing disappointment. His expression told me that he wanted to snap the phone in half and I found my own fingers itching to do the same- though I could not be strong enough to accomplish such a feat.

Other than the close proximity we were at and the way he glared deadly at his phone, I also noticed the different ringtone. It was not of the usual Namimori Middle anthem but if I had to categorize it, I would think it to be more like an alarm that demanded full attention.

Not to mention the way he only spared a second in thought before picking it up right away. "What? A level seven?" His expression turned dark as his eyes narrowed at a poor, innocent rose bush.

"Who?
Right now?
...Don't do anything stupid. Tell the baby I'm on my way." The what?

I don't know what was going on at all but a 'level seven' seemed to have demanded urgency.

Kyoya locked his phone and shoved it in his pocket in the next, his attention shifting over to me but his expression was now one of seriousness- or it was for a moment.

I witnessed a smirk before he turned away to stride back to his car.

I.. I was still dazed from what just happened- what I assumed was supposed to have happened. "Be safe," I finally found the voice to call out, barely catching the words that made my cheeks flush crimson.

A slight turn of a head, half a stunning smirk, and one beautiful steel blue eye gleaming in mischief. Words that were enough to silence me under the full moon and a navy sky, words thrown casually yet wrapped around a gift of a promise.

"I'll find out once I get back from my trip."

A/N: Pretty fluffy chapters so far but it'll get more interesting (I hope). The beginning was anticlimatic, but at least we know she has the capability to be jealous? Also I wonder if any of you guys got the whole significance of the seashell thing.