And right there, sitting on her bed, was Kyoya.
Yuki was startled (in fact, very startled. She screamed and jumped about ten feet in the air). "What are you doing in my room?" She hissed. Kyoya was waiting for him. His hair was wet and his glasses were off. He had no shirt on. There was a damp towel at his feet, presumably used to dry his hair.
"I didn't get to thank you for saving Kaoru." He began. Yuki knew there was more than what he was letting on. She crossed her arms across her chest.
"You could've knocked! Can't you see that I'm only in a towel!?" She snapped.
"By choice." Yuki scowled at his smart remark.
"Everyone says you did something heroic. But they weren't on the deck when you confronted our stowaways." He went on. "I think it was pretty stupid if you ask me." Anger bubbled inside Yuki. She didn't know how he knew about what happened on deck beforehand. Haruhi could've possibly told him, but it somehow seemed unlikely.
"Stupid!? I was standing up for them! Haruhi couldn't do it by herself! I had to help them!" Kyoya rose from the bed and locked his suddenly cold gaze onto Yuki's angry one.
"It was stupid. You're a girl, remember? It's not hard for guys to figure that out." His tone was hard.
"It took you and the Host Club a pretty long time." Yuki shot back.
"Well that's different…they're idiots." Yuki glared. "Don't you understand what would've happened to you?"
"Nothing would've happened." Yuki snapped. And then Kyoya grew frustrated at her stupidity. He then grabbed her wrists and threw her onto the bed. Yuki's first instinct was to kick him off and throw him against the wall. She didn't have that much strength to throw a guy bigger than her. But immediately she was pinned by him. She's been pinned down before and knew how to get out of it, but she couldn't move. Was she scared? She didn't even know.
"Are you scared?" He asked quietly. Yuki refused to look into his eyes.
"You don't scare me. This isn't scary." Yuki replied. Her heart was beating out of her chest. She knew deep down that Kyoya was just trying to intimidate her, not actually do anything. He was gutless. But he seemed to read Yuki's mind. He looked at her, and then reached his hand towards the top of her towel and unfolded it. That's when Yuki snapped.
Yuki acted so fast that Kyoya couldn't react. A swift punch to Kyoya's jaw and he fell off the bed. Yuki refolded the towel around her chest and stood up.
"What the hell are you doing!?' She screamed.
"Teaching you a lesson." He replied, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. Yuki felt more proud than guilty, but she still was extremely angry.
"No! There's a difference between teaching a lesson and being a sick pervert! And that's what you are! A sick pervert hiding behind a notebook-clipboard thing and glasses!" She screamed. Kyoya stood up and threw a t-shirt on over his head and put on his glasses from the side-table.
"Don't underestimate anyone. It'll cost you." And with that, he left.
Author: not my best...I'll admit. And I'll also admit it was heavily inspired by an episode in the anime. What do you think? Predictions? Criticism?