It's been so long and I am so sorry! orz

On a brighter note, here is the second season of Living with a Demon!

A big thank you to LuckyLucy for giving this fic a title! I really appreciate it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hakuouki.

A new year.

And with this new year comes many more responsibilities for members of the Kazama High student council.

Documents needed to be filed, papers needed to be stamped, and budgets needed to be approved. It was a long list of tasks for the four members of the council. Not a single voice was heard from the office as they worked ferociously. The only sounds were the rustling of paper, the thumping of footsteps, and the punching of hole punchers and stamps.

When the members were done their share of work for the day, they all slumped onto the cardinal couches at the centre of the room, save for the president himself. He was much too diligent to reveal his tired self in public, even if there were only three other people in the room, all of whom he felt most comfortable with.

Shiranui was the first to break the silence. "Can we leave yet? I'm exhausted!" Although Amagiri hadn't said a word, he silently agreed with his navy haired friend.

After a moment of contemplation, during of which Shiranui received a silent death glare, the president finally spoke. "Fine." He then turned to the only female member in the student council. "Pack up quickly. We're going out for dinner tonight."

Chizuru started. "We're eating out? Why?" Today wasn't a special occasion or anything. It wasn't like they had finished all the work either, so why the sudden change in plan?

He understood her thoughts quite well. "Just because we haven't done so in a while."

"And we can't come?" Shiranui teased. At the look Chikage gave him, he swallowed. "I was just kidding, geez. Enjoy your little honeymoon dinner."

"Shi- Shiranui-san! Stop it!" Chizuru flushed a deep rosy hue and mumbled, "We're not even married."

"Yet," Chikage added haughtily.

At that he received a light slap on the arm, courtesy of Chizuru.

"Fancy," she breathed.

"Mediocre," Chikage murmured. "Hardly a two-star."

"Are you kidding?" There was honestly something wrong with his standards. They were set way too high! "This looks like a five-star!"

The exterior had been gorgeous, but the interior was even better. It was grand. Red carpet, golden decor, chocolate fountains, and crystal ceiling lights. What more could a customer ask for?

"Kazama-sama, right this way please," the waiter directed right away.

"You made reservations?" Chizuru found herself asking.

"No," he answered as if she had gone nuts.

Right. She forgot. The Kazama Chikage did not need to book reservations. If anything, the restaurants should be booking reservations for him.

The waiter led them to one of the rooms in the back. She didn't see a need for it. It wasn't that loud in the restaurant.

"Thank you," she smiled at the waiter when they were seated. He blushed. Chikage glared. And just like that, the waiter fled with the words "I'll be back with your water" trailing behind him.

"What was that for? You scared the poor guy off," Chizuru started as soon as they were out of earshot.

He ignored her inquiry and instead proposed his own question, placing the menu in front of her. "What do you want?"

Clearly not impressed, Chizuru pouted, but took the menu anyway. "What do you recommend?"

"Nothing on this menu."

When she was about to retort, Chikage turned to the side and pressed a button attached to the wall. She was about to ask him what he was doing when a man in a white chef apron appeared at the door. "How may I help you this evening, Kazama-sama?"

"Give us the best you can prepare."

"Yes sir!" The paunchy man nodded vigorously and disappeared down the hall. Chizuru stared wide-eyed at her companion.

"Why-?" she began.

"The restaurant may be shabby, but the head chef has talent," he explained. "He served my family for a while before packing up and leaving with the foolish excuse of 'pursuing something different'."

"I can see why he did such a thing," Chizuru practically sneered.

He didn't say anything, but instead challenged her with his eyes. She happily accepted.

"Who would want to work for such a spoiled little brat?" she pushed.

He smirked, a strange glint in his eyes. "Aren't you also working for this 'spoiled little brat'?"

Oh right. She had forgotten about that. The reason might have been because her time spent heeding to his every command did not feel like work at all. It just felt like a daily routine to her. She didn't hate it at all.

"Got you," he chuckled.

Chizuru pouted. She has been doing that a lot lately, he noticed. It was cute. He liked to think that she was starting to get used to him and therefore started showing more and more of her personality to him. He liked that a lot.

It was then that he spotted something in his peripheral vision. He turned his head just slightly, casually, so as not to alert the female sitting across from him.

His assumption had been correct. There, sitting not far from the room they were currently seated in, was a boy. A boy with chestnut hair and the same chestnut eyes. He was staring, sneering at him.

Kaoru.

I may have changed...oh you know, everything. I realize it has been a very long time since I've touched this story. As a result, details from the original story may have been altered a little. I apologize!

And as always, my updates will be pretty irregular. Ya kno'. School. Life. Stuff like that. I hope you guys understand!

Thanks for reading! Looking forward to any reviews! Until next time!~