It was a harsh ray of sunshine that had roused Harry from his sluggish, dreamless sleep. His shirt clung to him like a second skin, and he was sticky with sweat.

He faintly recalled the events yesterday while his eyes surveyed his own nature-themed, woody room. Harry sighed, finding a dead end to his memories. He didn't remember anything after fleeing from Kyoya. He did notice that he was wearing the same shirt from yesterday afternoon.

"Thank god no one bathed me... that's-"

"Embarrassing?" Harry's head snapped to the direction of the voice.

"Why, if it isn't dear aniue." Harry muttered exasperatedly. "Didn't mother teach us not to barge into people's room?"

Kyoya smirked his usual annoying one and made a move to Harry's closet, rummaged through it as if he was making a point that he didn't give a shit about what Harry said. Which he probably did. "Little brothers are unfit to be classified as people." He said. Translate: people equals herbivores.

Harry didn't bother hiding his snort.

"Shouldn't you be at school?" Shouldn't you be getting out of my room and minding your own business?

"My, shouldn't you, too?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I saw the thing that will hole itself to sensei's desk poking out, aniue."

Kyoya reached to his pocket and pulled out a cream colored, neatly folded paper. He smiled. "You have good eyes. Mother insisted that you should stay at home today." He then found the thing in Harry's closet, which seemed to be Kyoya's favorite pajama and left it at Harry's desk. "Since you would get embarrassed if I bathed you, I'll just go to school and bite some herbivores, Shizuka-kun. You can faint on me again, but don't do it to anyone else."

Kyoya dodged both the relatively heavy book and the deadly glare that was thrown his way and added, "Don't push yourself too hard." There was no malice in his tone and Harry accepted it, but he found himself unable to reply. It was hard to decide how to react when Kyoya stopped being annoying and turned frighteningly sincere and caring. It's downright awkward, but Kyoya managed to make Harry stop glaring daggers at him still.

He watched as Kyoya picked up the thrown book, eyebrows rising as he read the title. Harry almost cursed himself, but Kyoya placed it in the bookshelf and disappeared from his room via window in his usual, annoying flapping-uniform-jump.

Great, he thought. Way to be inconspicuous about the whole reincarnation stuff. What kind of grade-schooler reads about advanced computer programming? None. Well, none of the normal sort. Come to think of it, Kyoya is nowhere near normal- none of the biting to death business is normal. So maybe, just maybe, he's safe. Because he was so lucky to be born to a rather ...unique family, for the lack of better word. And Kyoya hadn't said anything about it. He looked mildly surprised and not suspicious.

Feeling a little less worried, Harry moved himself with great difficulty (damn fever-fried nerves!) and managed to reach the desk where the questionable piece of garment Kyoya picked was placed.

"How the hell did this one end up in my closet?"

He peered inside his closet, only to find his school uniforms and a lot of identical, embarrassing, pink pajamas with duck pattern inside. Everything else somehow vanished. The nice feeling after Kyoya's little remark was gone now. Harry scowled, but he took the school uniform. He can walk around in this.

And he can pay visit to a certain skylark's room; they will see which one of them actually likes the color pink and horrendous neon ducks.

-Kyoko-

"Shizuka-kun, if you stopped playing pretend, you'd be way more attractive."

Harry almost choked on his drink. "What do you mean, Kyoko-san?"

The girl in front of him smiled sweetly, but Harry was beginning to see just how much of it were not as innocent as he thought. "You know, you were using a very unusual choice of words when your brother picked you up yesterday."

Harry sighed. Might as well play along, see what'll happen. "Maa, Kyoko-san… how is that going to make me more, say, attractive?"

"If you speak so politely, people will feel that you're hard to approach, even though they approved your way of talking." Then Kyoko-san giggled, closing her eyes as if reminiscing something. "Not just that, Shizuka-kun! You were way more open, and your expression that time was way more captivating than all the smiles you've ever shown. You're charming like this Shizuka-kun, but if you show that other side to people, you'd be irresistible."

Harry sipped his juice carefully, taking care to not drink while Kyoko-san was speaking (who knows what else she had up her sleeve- Harry was lucky he wasn't the spit-take type). He rubbed his temples and smiled amiably. What Kyoko-san said was the reason why he controlled his feelings around others. Harry didn't want unneeded attachments, so he put up an unapproachable front.

Kyoko-san was going to give him headaches, but Harry was not at all against it. This girl is going to be the death of him. "That's the point, Kyoko-san. I don't want to have more …fangirls on my trail than this. I'm very picky about who I associate with." Well, it wasn't all fangirls. There was a bunch of fanwomen, fanboys, and fanwhatevers.

"Ah! I'm honored, Shizuka-kun! And you even agreed to eat cakes with me."

Harry felt like something was amiss.

"And it means you quite liked and preferred your brother's company, does it not? He's really fond of you, too."

Harry gagged. "Th-that's—" A horrible turn in the conversation, Shizuka. You dug your own grave.

-a-n

I'm so very sorry. No plot progress at all. And real life is getting annoying and I can't just leave it like that OTL I've had the plot alright, but the execution is really a hazard to the (insert dramatic music here) unsteady mind. It's played in random scenes so often in my head (and without proper order too), but to actually write it is hard. If you like to draw, then you can liken it to how you wish you can draw exactly what you saw in your mind. It's frustrating on worse days, but it would be fun if you're in the right mood.

I don't really know how Shizuka really looks like, but I drew a middle-school Shizuka here. It's awfully girly, but he'll lose those baby fat. And become manly (lol) later. I think. If you have your thoughts about how he should look like, I'd like to know…

(Remove the spaces) sta. sh / 0kz8w0splii