I would like to note here that I have changed the girls uniforms. Im using the same ones I used in "The Murderer and His Victim" which is something along the lines of this: black and purple pleated skirt, white button up dress shirt, same jacket as the guys uniform and a thin black bow with a little line of purple going through it, kinda like the guys tie. I OWN NOTHING! Except the Hokkaido family of course ^.^ ~ A/N

.:FRIDAY:.

-Azumi's POV-

I didn't expect him to act like what had happened at the resort happened, so of course I didn't say no to Thoma. He's been a friend with benefits of mine for a while now and it worked out nicely. I knew there was no way in hell we would fall for each other because we despised the very presence of the other. But even I had to admit that he was fairly decent in bed... That is, he knew at least which hole was the right one, unlike some people... He'd said my tits made up for my shitty personality, so I knew that there would be no one-sided puppy love shit going on behind the scenes.

It was nearly the end of the day when he sent me a text. Wanna fuck? He was ever the articulate one. That's what I liked about our agreement though, it was just sex when we needed it. I shot back a quick sure before the teacher noticed my phone was out and the bell rang shortly afterwards. The halls were congested with people and it was a pain in the ass to even just cross the damned hall, but in a way it was good that I was slowed down. It would give people time to empty out Music Room 3 if anyone was there. That's where we usually met and I knew this time was no exception. I opened the door as quietly as humanly possible in case anyone was still inside and kept close to the shadows of the room. Most of the lights were off so I was able to hide fairly easily. "Thoma?" I whispered quietly, feeling my way up the wall.

-Kyoya's POV-

"Thoma?"

That sounded like Azumi… what was she doing here after school…? I racked my brain to try and remember who Thoma was but my train of thought was cut short when I heard her let out a loud squeak. My head snapped in the direction of the sound and I began a brisk walk towards it, fearing that she had been cornered. It wasn't unlikely… most of the male population of the school simply didn't know what the word "No" meant. It happened nearly every other day, but no one would ever talk about it… they were all too proud of their reputation to do so… But as I rounded the corner, I stopped dead in my tracks.

I quickly hid behind the corner again, not wanting my presence to be known. Assess the situation… don't just barrel in without knowledge of what's going on. I forced myself to remain silent as I peered around the corner. Thoma… I remember him now… his family owns a restaurant chain… he was one of the more popular, womanizing, guys in our class… I could feel my blood begin to boil as his hands roamed Azumi's body.

"Ah, ah, ah! Naughty girl…" He scolded playfully as he removed Azumi's hand from the bulge in his pants. His belt hung open along with his zipper as they both chuckled. She smirked back to him as he forced her hands above her head and undid a few of the top buttons on her blouse with his teeth. It wasn't until Thoma had latched his mouth onto her neck and rocked his hips into her when I had realized that I was moving towards them. My footsteps were loud and pronounced, wanting to be heard and (more importantly) feared. The effect was immediate and a dominate part of me relished in the fact that it made him jump away from what was mine… Did my mind really think in such an animalistic way?

Azumi didn't nearly look as shocked as Thoma, but there was no doubt that she was not expecting me, to say the least. I was slow in approaching them and I didn't even give him the respectful distance most people were given when conversing. I was nearly three tables away, as if his very aura disgusted me. Didn't it though? "Kyoya?" Azumi asked questioningly, still too shocked to realize half her shirt still hung open, revealing her plaid purple bra, matching the girls uniform.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I have a pressing matter to discuss with Azumi… She hasn't been meeting her quota you see, so now, I'm afraid, she is in debt… You know, boring club stuff…" I explained to Thoma, completely ignoring her and trying my best to keep up the friendly, customer service voice I knew irritated her. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!" She yelled, as he nodded and apologized for his behavior, not wanting to be in Azumi's line of fire. "Today was the best day I've had since I started being a goddamned host!" She furthered, her face growing red with anger as Thoma exited the room.

I adjusted my glasses calmly. "The numbers from today don't agree." I responded simply. What am I doing? She's right, she had double the customers compared to last week… I was being childish and I knew it, yet I still questioned it and thought I was better than acting like this. Normally it wouldn't matter, so why was I blowing this out of proportion? Because she's yours and now she has his disgusting saliva all over her. You claimed her, not him. I heard a testosterone induced, possessive version of myself think back. I could almost see the voice spitting on the ground with how disgusted it sounded.

Azumi radiated hatred as she stood there shaking with anger… but she didn't leave when most would… What did that mean? Did she seek something? "Why are you doing this?" She asked through gritted teeth, crossing her arms over her chest as I approached her. "I thought I had made it clear that I was the only one allowed to touch you… You knew all too well that there would be consequences if you did not listen." I replied stopping a few feet in front of her and adjusting the ends of my sleeves.

My face stung and my glasses flew to the ground after her hand crashed across my cheek. A loud smacking noise sounded as skin made contact, and I was surprised she still stood in the same spot instead of storming out. It was almost like her anger rooted her to the floor. Why did she linger? Why won't she leave in anger? I didn't move… I was too shocked to even react to what had just happened. More than once I had witnessed her slap Tamaki for being the seducing idiot he was. But never had I expected her to slap me with the same disgust. "So, what, you own me now just because you made me come?!" She questioned, her anger flooding into her voice. I smirked, quickly recovering from the shock and instead replacing it with humor. "You didn't seem to have a problem with it at the time."

I caught her wrist this time and after trying to yank it out of my grasp several times, she froze. "Clearly you don't understand… We both know that if we were to go public, there is a 50-50 chance that the club will either take a hit and suffer, or benefit from it, but I am not willing to take that chance… Don't think I am being selfish because the Club has just as much significance to you as it does to me. You would have to pay your debt and there wouldn't be many other choices for another form of payment, because then you would owe the school… And don't act like I don't have feelings for you… I am nothing like Thoma." My voice was low and thick. I felt like I was hearing someone else talk for me as I stared at the floor, listening to the strange voice explain my feelings. Was that the right word? Was it really all the way to "feelings" already?

"I… I didn't think-"

"That I would acknowledge what happened at the resort?"

She nodded quietly. I sighed and released her, inwardly flinching at how aggressive I had been when I grabbed her hand previously. "I rarely contradict myself, Azumi." I took a step back, leaning on the table behind me and squeezed my eyes shut. My head is pounding… I'm not sure when it began but it seemed as though I was too intense at the time to notice. I felt my glasses slip back into place and opened my eyes to see Azumi's hands lower slowly from my face. "I'm sorry…" Azumi said quietly, kissing my still stinging cheek. I rested my hand on her shoulder and allowed it to fall to the opening of her shirt. My other hand came up to the buttons of it and I buttoned it back up one by one. "Come on, I'll give you a ride home."

.:AZUMI'S HOUSE:.

-Azumi's POV-

There were few things that surprised me about Kyoya… But this was just unbelievable. Kyoya, the know it all, workaholic, all business, no-fun, budget keeper liked me… and he liked me a lot. So much in fact, that I apparently wasn't allowed to be touched unless it was by him. He was shitty at asking me, or more so telling me, that we were going out and no one could know about it for the clubs sake. It was fine with me, I never really cared much for the drama a relationship caused in school, so I guess it'll work out alright. Besides, he was pretty damned possessive of me in the first place, even when I first became a host.

I knew he would never admit to it, but I caught him in the halls one day after one of my customers had gotten a little handsy. It wasn't anything serious… I still punched him in the arm for it, but the rest of the time he didn't do anything. Then, when I was on my way out of the Music room, I had seen Kyoya corner the customer against the wall and told him his business was no longer welcome in the host club. He looked like he was ready to punch they guy in the face; his glasses in his breast pocket and his eyes wide open… hell even his hands were shaking. It gave me shivers seeing him like that. I guess that's when I discovered my Host type.

I suppose it shouldn't have been much of a shock, but the way he talked… in that low, husky and threatening voice… He sounded and looked very much like a predator warning another of its kind. It gave me chills just thinking about it… good chills… the kind you get when you hear the haunting notes of a lone violin, or when a guy lightly trails their fingers over your skin… I had them even now, not because of his voice, but his eyes... those dark, intense eyes...

I sat across from him in the Ootori limo and looked out the window as I watched him in my peripheral vision. He sat opposite me, the top few buttons on his shirt undone and his tie loose as he watched me. I squirmed a bit in the seat, and tried to ignore the passionate and lust filled stares he gave me.

Thankfully, my parents wouldn't be home until late at night, so if master over here, decided that he would claim me again, we'd hopefully have enough time to clean up and shove him out the window before dad comes in with a bat...

We got out of the car and he sent it away as I pulled out the house key and unlocked the door. Looks like he plans on staying for a while… He seemed oddly at home as he left his shoes with the row of others and landed on the couch. He laid on his back and propped one foot on the arm. I let out a short chuckle as I let my bag fall on the chair next to the door.

"Would you like a beverage, your majesty? Or perhaps the finest of what my family's humble farm has to offer?" I asked with a smirk, curtsying slightly as I walked into the kitchen. Hopefully I had gotten my point across to him.

"Nay! You needn't treat me so!" Kyoya replied in the same mocking fashion as I heard him get up and follow me. "For I only require what thy kin has offered me: the finest of thy family's..." An arm wrapped around my waist as I was stopped in front of the small island in the middle of the kitchen. "… Daughters…" He whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. I smiled and undid my tie as I slipped out of his grasp. "I'm afraid my family only has one daughter worthy of your stature, for she is the only one of proper age." I replied as I rounded the island to the side opposite him. My hand fell on my forehead dramatically as he rested his hands on the edge of the island and my tie fell to the ground.

"Bring her forth then, make haste."

"Alas, she is already here. You needn't look very far." He smiled as he came to the other side of the island and wrapped an arm around my waist again. "Me thinks this daughter will be suffice to what thy kin has promised me." He whispered, running his fingers along my jawline. I swallowed slowly as he cupped my chin and pulled it ever so slightly towards him, urging me forward. His kiss was soft and tender in the beginning, slowly building heat as his hand moved from my chin to the back of my head, where he gripped a handful of my hair. He gave limited time for us to breathe before he pushed me up against the fridge and pried my lips open with his own.

His tongue slithered into my mouth as my hands went to loosen his tie. One of his hands moved to my right breast and massaged it through my shirt as his other snaked up my skirt and grabbed my ass. I let out a muted moan into his mouth as he pushed me closer to him, squeezing my ass as he pushed it towards him. I could feel the bulge in his pants slowly growing against my hip as he bit my lip and raked his teeth across it. His lips moved to my jaw all the way down to the base of my neck where he sucked and nibbled hungrily. He slipped his hand under my shirt and wedged it under my bra as I gripped the hair on the back of his head, breathing heavily. My eyes were half-lidded in ecstasy as I pushed his head towards me in encouragement. His mouth happily obliged and he bit a little harder this time, causing me to let out a breathy moan… That's when I panicked.

My eyes widened as, to my horror, I saw my mother standing in the doorway of the kitchen, wide eyed and her jaw to the floor. I quickly released Kyoya and shoved him off of me. He gave a disappointed growl but adjusted his glasses and froze when my mother's bag of groceries hit the floor, alerting him of her presence. For a few moments, all three of us just stood there, staring stupidly at one another until my little sister ran through the doors. It was a good thing only two of my buttons were undone, because then the birds and the bees would have been a necessary talk for her afterwards.

"Auzi! Who's that booyyy?" She asked in childlike innocence, pointing a finger to said boy. "Yes Azumi, 'Who's that boy'?" My mother repeated, smirking and crossing her arms over her chest as a thinly manicured brow arched. Ah, fuck… Kyoya cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses once more. "I apologize for my behavior Mrs. Hokkaido, it was uncalled for and extremely inappropriate." He gave a quick respectful bow. "I am Ootori Kyoya, your daughter's boyfriend, and again I apologize for my lack of restraint."

"Auzi-chan gotz booyyyfrieenndd?!" Akimi squealed with delight. My mother smiled. "Yes of course you are; and he has manners too! Not just a pretty face! Where ever did you find this gem Azumi, sweetie?" She asked as she bent down to pick up the bag she had dropped. "I-I… That is…" I was too shocked to get a word out, it was like my vocal chords had been cut. Mom was about to see him rip my clothes off! The same thought resonated throughout my head and enabled my other useful human interaction skills. "At school. She visited a club that I participate in. She's been helping us ever since, and well, one thing lead to another." A sudden horrifying prospect hit me as he affectionately smiled towards me.

"Uh, m-mom… Wh-where's dad…?" I asked quietly, envisioning him barging in with a salami and chasing Kyoya around the kitchen at the mere sight of him. She put the bags on the counter and smiled, waving a hand. "Oh don't worry honey, he's staying at the office tonight, he sent me and your sister home so he could deal with a few clients." I let a breath I didn't know I was holding out.

"Auzi-chan! Auzi-chan! Up! Up!" Akimi requested frantically, jumping up and down in front of me. I picked her up and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me into a hug. "Well, now what Akimi?" I asked with a slight smile playing at the edge of my lips, happy that I had something to distract me. "Go upstairs! Bed!" She ordered, pointing a finger to the stairs and shooting a serious look to the staircase. I smiled and nodded before adjusting her so she sat on my hip.

"I'll be right back." I said over my shoulder as I headed up the stairs, noticing the time. Is it really already 8?!

-Kyoya's POV-

My eyes lingered at the top of the stair case where Azumi disappeared with her sister, and I was suddenly aware that I was alone… with her mother. "So…" She stated, letting the word hang in the air as she took out the food from the paper bags. "There's condoms in the guest house. They're in the drawer of the nightstand to the left of the bed." She informed with a wink. WHAT. "I-I… I'm sorry…?" I asked nervously. What was she talking about?! Was she actually encouraging…? "While it's true I would like grandchildren, I don't want them right now, besides, my husband would probably chop off your family jewels for that." She explained with a chuckle as she opened the fridge.

Again, she left me speechless as I stood before her with idiotic shock plastered to my face. She smirked when she saw me and shook her head. "I still remember what it's like to be young Kyoya, after all I had Azumi not too long ago. I was just barely out of high school when I was pregnant with her. Lucky for me, Mr. Hokkaido was thrilled and helped me support her… you see, he is a very protective and possessive man Kyoya… Just make sure you two aren't too loud and you shouldn't arouse the bears suspicions." She looked tired and worn out as she spoke, almost reminiscent, but she had a comforting and warm smile. No wonder she looked so young… My thoughts quickly went back to the party my father had planned for tonight, and suddenly, I no longer felt the need to disagree with her.

"Actually, if you don't mind me staying the night, I have appointments I would rather avoid…" I said a bit tiredly as she smirked. "The guest house is in the back, just go through those glass doors in the living room and follow the stone path. I'll let Azumi know where you are." I bowed and thanked her for her hospitality and headed towards the living room. "There's a whole fresh box of them so you shouldn't run out!" She called after me as I opened the glass sliding door. My face grew hot as I nodded and thanked her again.