Author's Notes:
To be completely honest, I wrote this last year at this time. I'm not sure why I didn't post it then, but better late than never.

It's not often that I write Kyouya because I'm just not comfortable with writing anyone besides the twins. I really need to branch out... orz
Anyway, tada~

Devil

Never was he to be angered past a certain point. Never was he to be fooled. Never was he to be underestimated. Never—never—was he to be awakened prematurely for inadequate, silly reasons. Doing so was just the same as having a death wish. It simply was not done. Ever.

The self-proclaimed king had—yet again—been shot down from his high thoughts and crazy ideas and set spiraling down to the one dark corner of the music room. A certain commoner had her debt increased yet again from a broken tea set by eight thousand yen, plus an added five hundred for the negative muttering. The mischievous doppelgangers had of course been exploited for their overly affectionate display all for the sake of profits of the new photo book to be released relatively soon. All this with that same, cold smile always placed so precisely on his lips. A true wolf among sheep.

He leaned back against his seat, watching uninteresting events unfold in front of him. He took hold of the stick of a caramel apple that had been placed near him about a quarter of an hour ago. He couldn't remember who set it there, but he at least thought it polite to take a bite, and the fact everyone else seemed to be enjoying the simple treat. His eyes glanced across the room yet again; girls were swooning—for the most part—and the boys were flirting—for the most part. It was all rather uneventful and rather peaceful.

His laptop screen blared the spreadsheets upon spreadsheets for different classes and the club. An unfinished German assignment had caught his attention for the moment when he finally decided to take his one bite. Despite his distaste for sweets, he would admit the caramel did hold some interest. But something wasn't quite right after that.

This definitely was not an apple.

He tired not to make too much of a scene as he spit out the rather disgusting food, finding it to be far from a fruit.

An onion.

A caramel coated onion.

Annoyance and rage were slowing building up, hidden by a looked of perplexity that simply could not hide from his eyes. Who in their right mind would dare do something as foolish as this? A note caught his eye on the small plate the abomination had been placed on. Two messages had been written on it in different handwriting, though both strikingly similar.

"Haruhi showed us how to make caramel apples!"
"So we made you a little surprise!"
"Enjoy!" "Enjoy!"

Oh, those two little devils were going to receive a fitting end at the hands of the Demon Lord.