Yuki decided to play a trick on Kyoya that evening. While he was taking a shower, she silently slipped inside the bathroom and stole his clothes and glasses. She rushed into his bedroom and set them aside.

Kyoya entered the room with a towel wrapped around his waist and was using another to dry his hair. Yuki snuck up behind him and placed her hands on his hips, gripping his towel. He stops dead in his tracks and places his hands over Yuki's. Yuki giggles.

"I was wondering why you took my clothes. I never realized you were such a pervert." Yuki's jaw dropped.

"I am not!" She snapped.

"Then is this revenge for me selling your clothes?"

"You sold my clothes!?" Yuki cried.

"Just a hoodie, three t-shirts, and two shorts."

"You bastard!"

"It decreased your debt. I've made excellent profit from them. So now your debt is back to ¥8,000,000." He explained coolly.

"When did it increase!?" She demanded.

"When you started living under my roof." He replied.

"Technically, I'm living on your roof." Yuki pointed out. She sighed. She didn't need that much clothes and she knew it was no use fighting with him. So, she decided to change the subject. "You saw me naked, so its only fair that I see you naked." She says teasingly. She could tell his jaw was clenched.

"That's because you were being raped."

"Still!"

"I imagined you would've been more traumatized than this. But it seems you have let it go quickly." He said.

"I don't dwell in the past." Kyoya laughed. Yuki ignored him. "C'mon. Let me see! It's only fair."

"I'm not a fair person and I don't see how I will benefit from this. So the answer is no." He pried Yuki's hands off his towel and walked over to his clothes Yuki had set aside. But she noticed something. He had a large scar running down his right thigh and his kneecap was off-center.

Being the simple-minded girl she was, she noticed something off to the side. Yuki went over to examine it. It was a beautiful painting of flowers.

"I didn't know you painted." She murmured.

"Just a hobby." She turned around and he was fully dressed. Yuki cursed under her breath. But then she remembered the horrible scar.

"What happened to your knee and thigh?" Yuki suddenly asked him, as she set aside the painting carefully.

"An accident." Yuki scowled.

"Can you be more specific?" Kyoya sighed and sat on the edge of his bed. Yuki sat down beside him, eager to listen.

"When I was a child, I climbed a tree in the back of one of our villas. A branch snapped and I fell a few feet, but I got stuck in a contorted position. My brother Yuuchi happened to be in the villa and came to my rescue." He explained.

"Awww!"

"I don't want your pity." He growled. "What about you? You have some scars yourself."

"They're all from accidents, actually. From when mom was drunk. Something would always break and I'd be around it or be pushed into it or fall. She also put out her cigarettes on me once in a while. That's about it." She replied casually.

"Tell me more about your childhood. I surprisingly know very little of it." He commanded.

"Um, well, when I was little I used to dance competitively." She began.

"Really? All kinds of dance?"

"Yeah. I used to be really good at acro, but then I had an incident with my back and I couldn't do it anymore." Yuki replied, wincing at the memory.

"Hm. I see. So, do you have any videos?" Yuki smirked at his question.

"No. My mom never took photos or videos of me. Why? Are you interested in watching me dance?" She asked teasingly.

"Actually, I would sell them off for profit." Yuki hit his arm playfully. He smiled. Kyoya wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. Yuki rested her head against him. "Tell me more."

"I won a lot of competitions. I hold several national titles. My dance instructor also taught me how to play the piano at the studio too." Yuki went on. "I only started softball about a year or so ago when things got rough because it didn't cost a thing and we couldn't afford dance. Mom was always a drunk and heavy smoker, but, like I said, things got rough about a year or so ago. She drank more, smoked more. We hardly had money for anything because she wasted it on her alcohol and cigarettes. Akina would always get sick, which also drained her wallet. Daichi and Michio officially moved out. I think back and realize they probably were working with dad and that's why they stopped coming home. I think mom was depressed because they were gone and she knew they were with dad and her baby, Akina, would be hospitalized at least once a month."

"Your brothers borrowed money from your dad for you to attend Ouran." Kyoya stated. Yuki nodded in agreement.

"Yes. That makes sense. But my childhood was rather uneventful except for dance. My teammates and I were close friends, but they all, one by one, either moved away, switched studios, or just changed and we grew apart. When we had the 'Dark Age-'"

"Dark Age?" He raised his eyebrows and his tone was amused.

"Yeah. That's what I called it when things were rough a while ago before I attended Ouran. Why? Is there something wrong with that?" She demanded. He laughed.

"Nothing at all. Continue." She gave him a look before continuing.

"As I was saying...when we had the 'Dark Age,' I fell into the gang you encountered before...they were never my friends. They were just people who got us money."

"You robbed places?"

"I didn't. They did. I was just sort of there. I created the distractions and was lookout." Yuki said defensively.

"You were still an accessory." Kyoya pointed out.

"You're going to turn me in, aren't you?!" Yuki cried.

"No I won't. I promise. Your secret is safe with me." Yuki knew this was going to come back and bite her. No secret was safe with Kyoya Ohtori. He will use them against you.

"I just fell out of the gang when I went to Ouran." She finished.

For the rest of the night, the couple talked. But there was also moments were they didn't talk. They kissed and sometimes just simply nothing because being in each other's presence was just as nice. They did not need words.

Yuki fell asleep on his bed, and Kyoya was okay with it. He didn't want to move her. It was his first time sharing a bed with anyone, but this just felt right to him. Even though it was late, he left his room and made a phone call.

"Hello?" Michio answered.

"Hello, Hoshizora-San. Forgive me. I know its late. But I was wondering if you had any photographs or videos of Yuki when she was a child?" Kyoya asked. He called Michio because Kyoya knew Michio was the smarter and more level-headed than his brother, Daichi. Kyoya and Michio would get along if they had the chance.

"Uh, yeah. Daichi and I went to every one of Yuki's dance competitions and videotaped every single one of them. We also have some old photos. Are you busy now? Can I run them over to you?" He replied.

"Yes, please. Thank you very much."

When Kyoya got the box of videos and photos, he spent the night going through it. After watching the videos, he realized he didn't want to sell them. She was a very good and hardworking dancer. Kyoya really enjoyed watching her. But he also discovered he could use the pictures and videos against Yuki, and potentially others...

Author: Sorry if my story has some inaccuracy, but it also is mostly in Yuki's head and mind, so sometimes IT IS on purpose! But thanks for reading! I love you all!