Catch me, I'm falling for a jerk!

Happy birthday to my little friend. I said that I would… but she didn't choose which one. Oh well… She got this one.

ANDDDD because its her sweet 16, she gets her sarcastic, emo looking lover. Yeah. That one. No, not the sand freak. The other one. That sadistic... you get the picture, don't you. AND NO. HE DOESN'T COME WRAPPED. Sorry. No way am I going anywhere near him with wrapping paper and a red bow tie.

Hibari: Herbivore... -pulls out a tonfa- Are you crowding?

Tatsuki: Uhm... like no?

Hibari: Thats not what I see here.

Tatsuki: -pulls out the wrapping paper-

Isabella groaned, watching as her parents lead the way to the mansion of her father's employer. "Now, now," he reprimanded. "My promotion depends heavily on this, alright? If anything goes wrong, there's a big chance that I'll be fired on the spot."

"Yeah… but I still don't know why I was brought here."

Actually, Isabella was told that this all began when her father's boss offhandedly remarked, 'Oh, isn't your daughter in high school?'

"Yes," her father stuttered. "She's in high school…"

"Hey, then you should bring your daughter around for a visit!"

"A-ah! Alright."

Unexpectedly, the door swung open, revealing an older man with a wide grin plastered under his bushy mustache. "Hello! Come in, I've been expecting you!"

"Thank you, sir." Isabella's parents bowed in respect, but the teen girl let her eyes rove about, taking in the sparkling alabaster walls. "Isabella," her father hissed. "Bow!"

"Oh? This is your daughter?" The boss turned his eyes onto Isabella. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He began to walk down a hall, stopping at a room with a well-furnished mahogany door. "I hope you get along well with my son. He's been allowed to be as selfish as he wants, so he doesn't have very many friends."

Isabella rolled her eyes, thinking, great… I have to spend my time with a spoiled brat. A rich, young boy… I hope he isn't some fat pig. She entered the room after her father's boss with low expectations.

"Hibari," his father called. "Isabella is here."

When the raven-haired teen looked up from his nap, the sunlight cast golden rays from heaven down upon him. Even an adorably tiny ball of yellow fluff fluttered around his head, twittering an angelic chorus of praise.

In spite of this, Isabella was… totally dumbstruck. He's so beautiful…

"Alright, let's leave these two lovebirds alone," Mr. Kyoya chuckled. "Lets go have some drinks in the parlor."

"That sounds good."

They're abandoning me? Isabella watched the backs of the adults turn around the corner. Why are they leaving me alone with him?

"So… you're daughter of that old man?"

"Um… yes?"

"Commoner." Hibari sneered. "Or better yet… Herbivore."

Isabella blanched. He called me a… commoner? A Herbivore? A vein throbbed in her forehead, pulsing blood from her tensed muscles. I WANT TO PUNCH HIM. So what if my father's promotion depends on it? This guy is a JERK! But… I can't. Even if that promotion means nothing to me, it meant everything to my father.

"So…" She began hesitantly, pushing the thoughts of rage away. "What do you want to do? Anything?"

"What do I want to do?" Hibari tossed his pillow aside callously, standing up in front of her. "Well… there is only one thing to do, isn't there?"

Hibari edged in closer, moving in until he pinned her against a wall of his room.

"Waugh! What are you doing?" Isabella struggled against his iron grip, wriggling feebly. "Let go of-"

Isabella fell silent, but it was not by her own will. Her mouth was quieted by another cause: Hibari effectively quieted her, whisking her breath away with a single kiss.

He pulled away, chuckling. "Well, it's too late to resist. I knew that you came here, intending to be the girlfriend of the son of a big-time company president, right?" A sly look crept into his onyx eyes. "If you want to be use my money, you better be entertaining…-"

"…uuu…"

"Huh? Uuu?" The young "prince" recoiled in shock as he saw the girl's face. Isabella's eyes were as wide as dinner plates, and tears flowed out unchecked like twin faucets. Snot even dripped from her nose as she continued her unearthly noises. "Uuuuuuuuuuuu…," she breathed. "Uuuuuu…"

To think… my first kiss… was stolen by a guy like him…

"I HATE YOU!" Isabella shouted, dashing from the room.

Hibari stared at her as she ran off, his mouth slightly agape.

-catch me, I fell in love with a jerk-

Isabella still remembered the haggard look of her parents when they arrived home, like it was just yesterday. Actually it WAS just yesterday. "My promotion…" was all he could push out, before retreating to the master bedroom, to mourn his loss.

"-hey look!"

"Hah? What's going on?" Isabella snapped out of her daze when the noisy chatter of female students snagged her attention.

"Ooooh! Isn't he cute?"

"Ohmygosh! He's wearing a Shimei school uniform! Isn't that the super-prestigious all-boy's school?"

She peeked around the crowd of people, catching a glimpse of the boy that could cause all this commotion. She saw him, reclining against the brick wall of her school.

That perfectly starched Shimei uniform, the onyx eyes that regarded everyone nearby with disgust, completed by the trademark fall of black hair. Even the tiny yellow bird perched precariously on his shoulder.

Why is HE here?

"Come with me." Hibari snatched Isabella's hand, dragging her away from the growing crowd of squealing fangirls.

Kidnapped?

"Do you know how long I was waiting for you? Ugh. I hate crowds." Hibari ran a hand through his hair, mussing it slightly.

Isabella stared in wonder at the glistening stores that now surrounded her. Why on earth did he bring her here? Glittering signs tugged at the eye, flashing in spectacular arrays. "Why did you bring me to such a high class place? Breathing the air in here must cost a fortune!"

"Here," Hibari said emotionlessly, smacking a card into her forehead. "Buy something that you want."

Rubbing the sore spot on her forehead, she took a closer look at the offending piece of plastic. A black card? Aren't those cards only for rich people? Why...?

"NO THANK YOU." Isabella shouted, throwing the card at his feet. She didn't need his flimsy attempt to impress her.

Hibari twitched. "You..." A deep rumble rose in his throat. "WHATEVER. JUST BUY SOMETHING ALREADY." The raven haired teen virtually (and literally) attacked her with name brand goods, piling her high with purses until you could barely see her face.

"I don't need this stuff..." Isabella wheezed from under the weight. "Just put it back-"

"Then flowers. Girls like flowers, right?" said Hibari, brusquely shoving a bouquet of roses into her face.

"I ALREADY SAID I DON'T NEED THIS." The angry girl burst out from underneath the mound of purses and flowers, only to be faced with a veritable onslaught of jewelry. Taking the roses, she thwacked him in the face. "Stop this! Wasn't stealing my first kiss enough for you?"

Wordlessly, Hibari stepped forward, and roughly rubbed her lips with the palm of his hand, in an attempt at wiping the moment from her memory. "Look... just... Just pretend that never happened, okay?" He looked off into the distance, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Most of the girls that approach me want to have sex with me, to frame me... I mean, this is the first time I made a girl cry for real, and..." His voice trailed off as he tried to make up excuses, each one more feeble than the last.

Was he trying to apologize for the kiss? Is that why we came here?

"Did you really return all that stuff?"

"Yeah, I don't really need the brand name merchandise anyway." Isabella and Hibari were making their way out of the shopping district, when something caught her eye, in the window display of a toy store. Wow... thats cute. The tiny, plush teddy was the centerpiece to the veritable zoo of stuffed animals.

-ding, dong- "Hm?" Isabella noticed that Hibari entered the store, swiftly returning with yet another gift in his arms.

"HERE." He shoved a stuffed animal to her, completely serious. He had noticed that she had a 'want' expression plastered on her face, and got her the thing he thought she was looking at: a slightly retarded looking, overstuffed anteater. Unable to reject the cumbersome plushie, Isabella took the stuffed animal, and looked at Hibari. She couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hey," Hibari said after turning away. "Come back and play sometime."

Isabella grinned, hugging the anteater close to her chest. "I'll think about it."

Since it can't be helped... I'll take back the "I hate you" sentence.

PHEW. DONE. Even though Isabella wouldn't WAIT FOR HER SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY. Man... ;) quite impatient, I do declare.

Tatsuki here. Again. Man, this is gonna take awhile, isn't it? I'll make it short. THIS ISN'T A ONE SHOT. There WILL be more chapters, eventually. More like, next one on her actual birthday, or something along those lines.

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