"Quickly!" Winter hissed. "Yoshitaka could come at any minute."

"Looks like I chose the wrong one." Winter gasped, her hands gripping Kyouya's coat.

"Shit," she muttered.

Chapter 3:

Winter pushed Kyouya back onto the grass, screaming at him for touching her. She threw herself down and cupped her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook as she forced several shrill sobs to pass her lips. Kyouya watched her entire show with wide eyes, unsure if he was allowed to touch her, especially since her guardian had arrived.

Winter Yukimura, you set me up.

Yoshitaka snorted angrily, and he seized Winter's arm.

"Don't pull that act on me," he growled. "I'm not stupid, Winter." He yanked her to her feet, ignoring her screeches and clawing hands. "Come with me," he demanded.

"Wait, Yukimura-san," Kyouya said calmly, repositioning his tie. Yoshitaka glared at Kyouya, strands of his wild blond hair falling over his eyes.

"Winter can't stay," he replied.

"I was actually referring to you. Winter-kouhai said that you were her guardian, Yoshitaka Yukimura-san." Yoshitaka grasped Winter's chin and pulled her close to his face.

"Did you lie to Ohtori-kun?" he whispered. "Do you realize what you've done here, Winter?" The girl shrunk back from his demands, whimpering like a small dog.

"Yoshitaka, please," she begged, "not now." She gently took his free hand in hers and kissed it. "Can this wait?" Yoshitaka tore from her hands. His cheeks began to turn red in his anger, and he pinched her ear.

"We're going now," he snarled. "I'm taking you home." Winter pushed him away, staggering backward from her own force.

"Yoshitaka, Ohtori-senpai was only tying my ribbons for me," she informed him. "They became untied, and he was fixing it for m—"

"I don't care," Yoshitaka interrupted. "Winter, I'm worried about you."

"Can't you be worried for me later? Ohtori-senpai is still here, and he's waiting for me." Winter waited quietly for an answer from her guardian. When he still didn't speak, she turned to Kyouya and bowed. "Ohtori-senpai, please forgive my guardian's actions," she begged. "Yoshitaka doesn't understand how the Host Club operates." Yoshitaka gasped, and he grabbed Winter's wrist.

"A host?!" he cried. "Ohtori-sama is a host?"

"So is Suoh-senpai," Winter muttered, "and, you didn't care when I was with him." Yoshitaka bowed low before Kyouya.

"Ohtori-sama, I'm afraid that Winter can't see you anymore," he said. "I don't think it's proper for a young woman to be seriously involved with a host." Winter gulped nervously.

Yoshitaka, she thought, what the hell are you doing? Ohtori-senpai… Kyouya-senpai…

"I agree," Kyouya replied. "It isn't proper for a young woman to be seriously involved with a host." Winter's eyes began to well with tears.

"Kyouya-senpai," she whimpered.

"But, I don't see what is improper in a relationship between a young woman and the son of a successful businessman," Kyouya smiled. Winter grinned, ran to her Host, and hugged him tight.

"Kyouya-senpai!" she squealed. "Thank you. Thank you so much!" Kyouya stroked her hair and returned her embrace.

"You called me by my name," he murmured. Winter's cheeks began to turn pink, and she looked away. "It's alright," Kyouya soothed, gently turning her face back to him. "I don't mind."

Kyouya-senpai, Winter sighed, please… squeeze me tighter.

A/N: Sorry, sorry, I don't typically write Author Notes, but I feel I have to apologize for slacking so much on this fan fiction, and the others I've been working on since 2006. I've hit a Writer's Block recently with this story (although I really want to include a Love Hotel chapter soon XD), but I'll work through it.

Coming Soon! Black Paint, a Death note fanfiction by Evanescent Samurai.