Chapter 2: Get him to play Truth or Dare with you and when he says 'dare' tell him to become your personal slave for a month+ Put him in a bunny suit and take lots of pictures for black mail+ Refer to him as Sadist-san.

((Aww, sorry for the late update guys…I really hate school…)) ((Halloween is coming up, so I plan to fit it into the next chapter, cause I was working on this for three weeks—yeah, I feel pathetic—so I don't know if it will work out…maybe for the next chapter…*bites tongue to keep from spilling*—don't know how long that will go on for….*sighs*)) ((sooo, yeah, I realize you don't want to read my jibberish, you want to read the crack fic, yes? Yes! So, please go ahead and: No own, no sue, no money/I realize Kyoya is too OOC in this, just let it go…./review, but please, no flames….well…maybe a few, nut not anything too harsh…I suck at coping with flames, and I might just go on hiatus if I see a review I don't like…soooooooyeah….))

It was Monday again, and as you've guessed, Riiko was bored once again, although this time the entertaining boys were in school. They were just being not entertaining today.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was staring off into space, probably sleeping inside. Gokudera Hayato had cut class again that day which intrigued her a tad bit since he wasn't there protecting his precious "Juudaime." Again, she still wondered about that title. What was Sawada Tsunayoshi "tenth" of? Anyways, Yamamoto Takeshi was sleeping behind a standing book, and as she could see from her seat in beside the window and in front of Sawada Tsunayoshi, the third year Sasagawa Ryohei was doing laps in the courtyard with a serious expression.

She sighed, staring at the blackboard and but not really reading the words on it. She looked at the teacher, and settled for playing mind games with the woman. She looked straight into the blonde's eyes, and said woman flinched, feeling as if something was stabbing her inner soul and mind repeatedly.

She became tense, and the raven haired girl continued to stare—though it looked (read: felt) more like a glare now—into those annoyingly dull brown orbs, irritated. This game was not pleasing her entertainment needs. She needed something more fun, something that will challenge her brain, and give her a sense of accomplishment. And then, that ominous yellow color caught her eye again, and she pouted inwardly as she saw that the bird no longer held the camera she had strapped to it. What a waste…Well, at least the memory card was connected to her main computer. She had downloaded them last night and made multiple copies for blackmail.

She grinned evilly—another grin that would put the Cheshire Cat, Rasiel and Belphegor to shame—and opened the door for her little sidekick, to which it chirped, flying in. Hibird nestled itself in her hair, and suddenly, as if the bird served as a personal light bulb for her, Riiko had an idea.

The whole class shivered at her grin and snickers, but tried their best to ignore it and just go on with their lesson, because only Kami-sama really knows what that girl truly was capable of when angered.

It was lunch time, and after denying an invitation from Sasagawa Kyoko and Kurokawa Hana to lunch on the roof top with them, she set off for the Reception room, stopping by the Drama club to borrow a few costumes for her little prank. Beside her, Hibird fluttered, watching her with a glint in its beady black eyes.

Once she reached Reception room, she threw the door open with a grin. "Sadist-chan, asobimasho*?" she said cheerfully, to which said teen paused whilst in the midst of briefing some of the members of the Disciplinary Committee on their duties. Speaking of which, they all started at her with wide eyes and mouths, after all, not everybody had the audacity to call their president a sadist, even less would put "chan" behind it, and they just KNEW no one would want to "play" with him. (*= "shall we play?" It is mostly used by children.)

To say that Kyoya was piqued would have been an understatement as he was eye-twitchingly-pissed-off. He glared at her, one eye twitching, and got into a battle stance, tonfas in hand. "You," he snarled. "You will pay for what you did to me yesterday."

She grinned wickedly at this, crossing her arms. "How sweet," she said mockingly. "You remember me." He growled at this, charging, and she hissed in pain as his tonfa connected with her arm. 'All according to plan,' she thought, inwardly grinning.

The sickening sound of bone breaking was heard, and the raven haired prefect straightened, looking at her smugly, while his committee members looked pitifully at the girl, who was clutching her bleeding arm. "Still think you should mess with me, herbivore?" he asked, smirking at her.

A frown formed on the girl's mouth, oh how she wanted to wipe that smug look on his face. "Hmph," she huffed. "No, but I propose a challenge." This piqued the prefect's curiosity, and he looked at her with eyes that said, "Go on."

"Very well then," she said, pausing to glare at the unwanted people in the room, who flinched. This was the first time they had met someone who had an equally intense glare as their president, and it was a girl, no less. "But first, THEY must leave." She jabbed a finger in the direction of the other prefects.

The raven haired male looked back at them, and waved a hand in the air, dismissing them. They all gawked at him, reluctantly shuffling out as soon as the prefect directed his glare at them. Both glares were simply too much to take.

Once they were out, Riiko smiled menacingly, clapping her hands together, which sent a jolt of pain in her left arm, but she kept her poker face on. She heard the door close, and walked towards one of the leather couches, crashing down on one of them, and looking back at the annoyed prefect, who was glaring daggers at her for sitting willy-nilly on his couch. It was HIS couch dammit, and she didn't even ask permission to sit on it!

"What is your challenge, herbivore?" he sighed, crashing down on the sofa in front of her for he obviously did not want to crowd the couch she was sitting on already, because he was just that awesome. "And you had better make this good, or I will bite you to death."

"Well," she began. "I'm sure you are as equally bored as I am in this currently-event-less school, so I propose that we play a game." She let that set in, before looking at him.

He snorted. "THAT'S your challenge?" he said, raising his tonfas. "You have wasted enough of my time, herbivore. Now I demand you hand me the pictures you took of me last week and get out of the Reception room this instant."

She smiled sweetly at him, a sickly sweet fake smile he knew all too well. It was the same type of smile that that pineapple bastard, Rokudo Mukuro—the mere thought of his name made bile rise to his mouth—always had on. "Ah, but that is where you are mistaken, dear carnivore," she purred in a coaxing voice. He was almost tempted to bend to her wishes. That was how she was able to bend other herbivores, heck even omnivores, but she will not be able to do anything to this carnivore. At least that's what he tried to console himself with, but little by little, he was bending to her will on the inside.

"What is it that I have mistaken?" he asked irritably, quirking an eyebrow. She nodded in thanks.

"This game is no ordinary game. It will be a classic game but with a twist." She leant back to make it seem like she was looking down at him. He did not like that look one bit. It was the same look he gave his prey before he bit them to death. "The game will be Truth or Dare, but with a twist. Both of us must collect points by answering truths and doing dares. The one that is left with the most accumulated points wins, and will be allowed to do anything to the loser, the prey."

He licked his lips at her choice of words, but listened as she continued. "Truths that are not answered will add to the opponent's points, so are dares that are not completed. The time limit for the game is until summer break, which is one month from now. Dares should not posses any violent nature, thus one may not dare another to hit his or her self, am I clear, Hibari-sempai?"

He nodded at this, crossing his arms and eye brows furrowing. No violent nature? There went all the dares he had thought of so far. She shook her head, predicting that he had only thought of violent dares. "I shall start then, since what you have thought of so far have obviously been invalidated," she suggested, to which the other grimaced, but agreed.

"Then, which will it be?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. He growled at her and chose truth, but then she sighed. "As I thought," she murmured gravely, to which he raised an eyebrow. "You are too afraid of choosing dare."

A vein pulsed in his head, and he hastily switched his choice to dare on an impulse, ignoring the fact that his common sense was blaring alarms in his head, telling him to switch back to truth. Another Cheshire Cat-esque grin appeared on Riiko's face as she heard this, but he paid no heed as his mind was far too hazed his with competitiveness to even care.

"Then, I dare you to become my slave for a month," she said, to which he scowled.

"Rejected," he said curtly. "My turn—"

"Wait!" she said, intercepting him. He glared at her for that, but she continued. "If you don't do the dare, it means that I get a point." In his mind, gears started turning, something clicked, and he glared at her.

"I will become your slave," he said, leaning back and crossing his arms. "But only for no more than a week." She grinned at the offer, nodding in acceptance.

"Then," he said, grinning darkly. "Which will you choose?"

"Truth," she spat immediately, to which he grimaced.

"Is it that you are too afraid of choosing dare?" She shook her head.

"No," she said slowly. "I'm just merely smart enough not to get persuaded to choose something that could endanger my life."

"Now," she said, purring like a tiger, about to pounce on its kill. "Which will you choose?"

"Truth," he said immediately, to which she smiled.

"I say you choose dare," she said smugly, and he scowled.

"And why say you that?" he asked irritably. Obviously, he wasn't one to be told what to do.

"On the grounds that YOU agreed to be my servant for the week," she said smugly, leaning back with crossed arms.

He glared at her, scowling, and leaned back. Slowly, he leant forward, curious of what she could possibly make him do. She leant in too, whispering her dare slowly into his ear. You could see his eyes widen as his jaw fell slack as he listened. And when she was finally done, all he could say in a distorted mumble was: "Oh. My. God."

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A few hours of coaxing, commanding, explosions (insert more catastrophic damage here but not to the school of course) a very unfortunate Hibari Kyoya stepped out of the closet clad in a pink bunny outfit.

He glared at Riiko who looked like she was holding in laughter and utterly failing. "You," he snarled, his voice seething, and apparently that was all he was going to say because he was just that awesome, and he couldn't think of anything bad but still allowed on school grounds to say. See what happens when you love the school too much?

Ah, but at least the raven haired female was enjoying herself. She had a clip on video camera stuck to her collar, which—when he noticed it—Kyoya destroyed. She shrugged, knowing that the information was already in her computer at home, ready for blackmail use anytime.

Life was good.