"Kyouya, Kodo! Why'd you throw this out the window, why are you drinking!" Tamaki was visibly confused and becoming upset.

Kodo's face was blank as they both stared at their blond friend before she pulled the tab for the window to go up.

"Hey wait- Kodo- Kyouya-!" The closed window faded his voice as the cars started moving.

She was still positioned over him, and when the momentum of the car moving pushed at her, she fell against Kyouya, letting out a laugh. This made him laugh too, and they sat there giggling with each other for awhile until the limo stopped outside her house. Wiping her face with her sweater sleeve, she looked out, noticing the lights were off inside. "Man, I'm gunna have to sneak in to my own house."

"You don't have a key?"

"I do, but it's still going to be a pain trying to sneak by his office without making too much noise."

"Why not stay with me tonight? We have plenty of room."

She contemplated the idea, and really wanted to, but she shook her head. "Tomorrow we sign our marriage papers. Why don't we save it for the wedding night, hm?" Winking at him, she grabbed for the handle of the door but was quickly caught up in his hands as he reached around her to bring her close to him, lips almost on hers.

"You are the worse tease." He whispered hotly against her mouth.

"And you reek of alcohol on your breath." She whispered back before kissing him hard, pushing her tongue in to his mouth to taste the bitterness of the liquid and the warmth of him. After a second she broke away to leave the limo, but he resisted.

"Not yet." He kissed her again, arms wrapping around her tightly.

"Mh- K-Kyerya, sterp!" Her hands pressed against his shoulders, but he didn't let go despite the panic in her voice. In an instant he'd pushed her over on to the seats, hovering over her in the slightly cramped area. Panic set in after a second, and she tried to push him back. What does he think he's doing?!

"Kodo." His voice was husky in her ear, his breath brushing hot on the rim of it. It was enough to illicit a gasp from her, and it seemed he took that as a sign for him to continue as he reached under her sweater and undershirt to touch his palm on her stomach, pressing upward toward her breast.

"Ah.. Kyouya-!" She shivered, but only out of reaction to his movements. "Please.." Her hands shook as she kept trying to press against him. "Stop it."

Leaning up, he stared down at her, resting against one arm while the other kept it's place under her shirt. "I thought you wanted this." His voice didn't stray from that deep tone.

"Not like this!" She shook visibly, tears in her eyes.

Untangling himself from her and sitting up in the process, he had to press himself back against his seat as she scrambled to open the door to get away from him. "Kodo-"

She didn't say anything as she slammed the door shut of the limo and ran up to the front door. Once it was closed behind her, she sank to the floor and held her face in her hands as she cried softly to herself. What did he think he was doing? How could he do that, so- so- she couldn't even think of the word. Wiping her face with her sleeves, she listened but heard nothing from her father's office. Taking the chance, she quickly but quietly ran up the stairs and threw herself into her room, pulling her clothes off as fast as she could to remove the smell of the office she was in all day, the restaurant, the limo, and lastly Kyouya, from herself. Sniffing and shaking, she pulled on a clean loose shirt with a pair of shorts, stuffing the sweater and jeans into the dirty clothes hamper. "It's in my hair!" She whispered loudly before leaving her room to run down to the bathroom. Get it off. Closing the door and turning on the water in the tub, she stared at the water as it slowly rose. Wash it out. Not even bothering to remove her clothes, she submerged herself in the water, grabbing the soap and rubbing it into her skin. Clean yourself. Sniffing hard, she rubbed faster, ignoring the fact her skin was becoming redder and redder with every push. It was gentle, meant for sensitive skin, but the way she roughly scrubbed it in, it didn't matter if it was feather down, it made her skin hurt. Remove the bad thoughts with the heat. Sinking down into water, she inhaled and slid down under so her head was submerged too. The hot water soaked into her skin as she held her breath, attempting to sooth her nerves as she relaxed her muscles.

-x-

Kyouya had to take his mind off her, at least for a moment. He wasn't sure what had come over him in that moment, except maybe the alcohol having an effect on him. Had he caught himself sooner, perhaps he may have been able to rectify the situation. Sighing heavily, he pushed a hand through his hair as the limo took off once more. Staring at his laptop bag, he reached forward quickly and a little harshly to pull out the device. Glancing at his watch, he estimated he wouldn't get home for another twenty minutes. Why did she have to live so far away? Exhaling softly, he opened the lid and brought up his email.

The most recent, he noticed, was from a name he recognized, and the contents were similar to a previous potential benefactor, offering a lot to promote a business he'd recently acquired aside from Kissin. The stipulation, however, required him to meet this person face to face. "An hour ago?" He whispered to himself as he glanced at the time. They'd said at ten at night, at a hotel not too far from where he was. Why set up a meeting so late at night? If he responded to the email now saying to arrange it for another time it would be rude, since it was well after the time they'd said. Sighing to himself, he instructed his driver to go to the hotel. If by some chance they were still there, he could politely reschedule for another time, as long as they weren't hard headed.

Straightening his collar and running his fingers through his hair, he hoped he didn't look too worn from the day's events. Kodo was.. stressful to be around, though he'd never admit that to anyone. He only hoped he hadn't pushed into territory where he wasn't wanted tonight; not to mention he felt a tension from her after their argument, despite her trying to cover it up by acting normal. His door opened to the limo then, and he pushed his laptop back into it's bag before exiting. He had work to do right now, worries of Kodo needed to be set aside until he could face it head on.

"Wait for my call, I shouldn't be very long."

"Yes, sir." The driver bowed slightly before taking the limo away.

The hotel wasn't nearly as high class as the one where the dinner party was held, but it wasn't one to scoff at, either. The lounge was his best guess as to where the person was he was to be meeting. It was a little busy for a week day night, people talking on couches and seated at the bar. An empty stool there caught his attention, and once sat, he glanced around the room again, but no one really seemed to stand out. The people here were businessmen, all wearing similarly matching suits, the youngest perhaps twenty. Turning back to the bar, the tender noticed him and asked what he wanted. The world. "Mineral soda water." Once he had his drink, he sipped it, looking around the room another time.

"You looking for someone?"

"Shujin Inamoto."

"I can phone the front desk, if anyone's staying here by that name, they can be paged."

"Oh, there's no need for that." A woman's voice caught their attention, and as she sat next to Kyouya, he felt the room silence around him. "I'm Shujin Inamoto." The first thing he thought, was how good she would look in a traditional kimono instead of the black dress she was wearing that was slit up past her knee. A slender neck held a round face with pout lips and eyes that were slightly upturned at the corners, long straight hair cascading over a defined shoulder. She was gorgeous.

"Your parents gave you a very strong name."

"In hopes I would aspire to be like my father. You are Ohtori Kyouya, I presume?"

"I am." He'd done a little research on this person, but he'd not seen any pictures nor had he seen anything that referred to her as being, well, a her. "Are we to discuss our business here?"

"Would you be more comfortable somewhere else?"

"On the contrary, this is fine."

She ordered an alcoholic drink before leaning forward slightly and looking over at him. Her movements he noticed as time went on were constant, though slight, often touching her arms or her knee or resting her chin on her fingers. "That's good, then. We should talk about this investment of mine."

"By all means, what would you like to discuss?"

As they continued on with their conversation, he noticed was a rather standard set of questions, basically asking if her deal would be in safe hands, and going into details about how it would be handled. "My father was a very important person in my life. I hope you don't mind me going over all these little things."

"Not at all."

"Once he told me, that the day would come that I would meet someone a lot like myself." Smirking, she glanced at him. "He told me, that I could either punch them in the face, or strike up a deal that neither of us would be able to refuse. I'm glad I chose the latter."

"It seems he wasn't a very professional man."

"Oh, he was. He just had a very straightforward way of thinking. Too much time in America, I suppose." She had a far away look in her eye, like she was inwardly reminiscing. "But I suppose that's for another time. Tell me, Ohtori-san, how is your side project coming along?"

"Pardon?"

"Ah, that little host club of yours. I hear you make quite a lot profit from it."

"You misheard. It isn't 'my' club, per se. And any revenue attained from it isn't something I would concern myself over if I were you."

"Ah yes, putting my nose in where it doesn't belong. Apologies. But, seeing as my younger sister is insistent on learning all there is to know about the eight of you, I hear a thing or two."

"I don't recall an Inamoto ever attending."

"Her friends speak non-stop about it, they do attend your high school. My sister is to be enrolled next semester."

"Is this all to learn more on her behalf?"

"Oh, on the contrary, Ohtori-kun. I only wish to learn more about you."

She smirked again, and Kyouya had to glance away. "And what benefit would you have to gain from that?"

"As we will be benefactors, it only makes sense we learn a little bit about each other, no?"

She was wearing him down, and him being as tired as he was, didn't have a lot of barriers left. "Yes, I suppose."

"I'll tell you what." Reaching into her jacket pocket, she pulled out a plastic card and slid it across the bar toward him, leaning in to whisper into his ear as the neck of her dress opened to reveal a small amount of cleavage. "I'm in room 1604. Meet me there and we can talk more, alright?" With that, she stood, gathering her jacket and waving to him before leaving him to sit there in wonder.

Staring at the keycard, he knew it was a bad idea. He knew it would be wrong to go up there, and knew good and well what she was about.

"Wow, she was attractive!" A young man, obviously drunk, took Inamoto's spot. "Who was that?"

"A business woman."

"No way." Hiccup. "A business woman wouldn't dress like that!" The man pushed up his glasses as he glanced back to where she'd disappeared off to.

"She would if she was after something big."

"And- she gave you her keycard? Oh, what I wouldn't give to be you right now!"

Kyouya observed the man for a moment. "Tell me. Are you near-sighted, or far-sighted?

"Huh?"

A/N: Short chapter this time, but I had to re-write it about 15 times to get the right feel to it. Just so you know, Kodo had a small panic attack when Kyouya advanced on her, that's what all that was about. It's not PTSD or something tragic like that, just a fear of hers. We can address that in a later chapter, though.

BIG PLANS WITH THIS INAMOTO GIRL THOUGH. Just you wait :D