Okay, I watched the last episode of Ouran again today and really wanted more! So I brushed the dust off my old fan fiction account and read some That's why I love this site cause then the anime never ends. Well I recently found I'm a Kyoya X Haruhi fan so why not try it out? NOTE: I have no Idea where I'm going with this, It's all off the top of my head, I love that about my brain, How my ideas can catch up with my fingers so everything is smooth, though grammar and spelling may not be good the story is pretty ok (I don't give my self enough credit on anything, low self esteem) so enough of my rant, enjoy. Oh, if the intro bored you you can skip to the real story a few paragraphs down.

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Intro:

Love-n-1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. 2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend

In my opinion that is too wordy, it's too technical, and it's too light. These days everything can be solved with science. There is a word for everything, and every word, even a small one, can be broken down and described by a bunch of big words. Compatibility is called "chemistry" for a reason. These days love is taken lightly and thrown around carelessly. The line between like and love is nearly non-existent these days. Love can only be described in one word, in my opinion, indescribable.

Love is different for everyone. To her it means a safe feeling while for him it cold mean similarities. And the business woman over there may think it means some one who will put up with you, and the boss over there may think it means some one who will put out for you. In any sense, the dictionary should say indescribable, not that load of crap at the beginning of this intro.

Haruhi Fujioka looked herself up and down in the mirror. She was beginning to blossom, emotionally that is. She had been feeling very angsty lately. At night she'd start crying for no reason, and her father wouldn't be there to comfort her cause he was at work. She stared at herself in the mirror and wanted to kill herself. Short hair like a boy's, a masculine figure that showed up by simply wearing boy's clothes, and an ironing board chest. So many boyish characteristics, the only thing keeping her from crying were her eyes, her only feminine physical feature. She kept eye contact with the "boy" in the mirror, careful not to break it. Then she was disgusted with how she felt about her self. Who was that voice in her head conjuring up these thoughts. She spaced in front of the mirror for a while and somehow got to the subject of her mother. She burst into tears.

Then she got angry with herself. "Why am I crying?!" she screamed aloud. No one was home to here her. "Who is this insecure girl who cries so easily?" she asked herself as she slid down the bathroom wall till she was sitting on the ground. "And why does my heart feel funny all the time? And why do I only cry when I'm alone? And why can't I stop crying right now?" she yelled. She finished her fit with one last question. "Why isn't mom here to help me?" she whispered. She walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, to the shrine of her mother. "Mom, " she whispered to the picture "I need you right now, I don't know what I'm feeling anymore. And I don't know who's crying right now, help." Suddenly the clock began to chime. "Crap, I'll be late for school!" she erupted leaping up to grab what she needed for school. She burst down the streets to get to school, tears left at home.

Club activities had ended and everyone was heading home. The sky was grey with cloud s enveloping the sun. Haruhi stared at it troublingly. Droplets of rain were dripping from the sky already. Everyone else had left while Haruhi was spacing. Everyone but Kyoya. "Hey, Haruhi," he said coolly.

"Hm?" Haruhi returned to reality and wizzed around to see what Kyoya wanted. "Yes sempai?" she asked.

"It's wet, do you have an umbrella?" he asked, showing no care in his voice.

Haruhi shook her head.

"Kay, I'll give you a ride home" he said, not really asking at all.

In the car, sorry, limo Kyoya and Haruhi sat next to each other. Haruhi was staring intently at the sky. The rain was pouring now. The driver pulled over. Rolling down the window a tired looking man who seemed to be in his late fourties to early fifties appeared in the front seat. Ohtori Kyoya, I'm afraid we're stuck for a bit, I can't see through the rain. The window then rolled back up.

"Good thing you caught a ride, huh?" Kyoya asked.

But Haruhi was zombie-like at the moment staring intently at the sky.

Suddenly the sky was covered in a bright light that turned the world of gray below to a well lit society, thunder erupted from the clouds.

Haruhi let out a scream as her eyes snapped shut and her hands flew to her ears. She was huddled up in a ball, tears rolling down her cheaks.

"Haruhi?" Kyoya asked, "Haruhi, you okay?" There was no response. "Haaaruuuhiii" he chimed, nudging her a bit, trying to get a response. Nothing in return. Then he remembered the time her and Hikaru had gone on a date.

Flashback

"Haruhi is afraid of thunder!" Screamed Tamaki into his cell phone.

"When thunder erupts she gets scared and can't move!"

End Flashback

"Oh ya." Kyoya remembered. "DRIVER!" he yelled through an intercom.

"Yes, Ohtori-san?" the voice box responded.

"Put on some music, put it on really loud," Kyoya said. And just like that the limo was filled with music. Kyoya then rolled up the second layer of windows, the black ones that blocked out the outside world. The room in the limo was now filled with music, so loud you had to get close to hear some one, the room was only lit by dim lights on the ceiling, and the leather was really, really soft.

"Thank you sempai…" Haruhi whispered as she loosened up. That's when she realized who she was with. Her heart turned to solid lead and felt heavy in her chest, lots of bizzar questions started to pop into her head. And she started to cry for no reason again. "

"Haruhi, what's wrong now?" Kyoya asked.

"My heart feels funny, and I have weird questions and…I really have no idea why I'm crying!" she shouted above the music. Kyoya nodded,"does the heart thing affect your breatrhing?" he asked

"No," she responded "It just feels really heavy."

"And what are these questions?" he asked, calculating things in his head.

"Weird things like if you think of me as a girl or a boy, and why you're being so nice, and-" she was then cut off by a kiss. Her heart suddenly went from sinking to soaring. After a minute she broke the kiss off with a smile, "I like this," she said happily. "My heart feels light again and the questions are gone and I like my self now and-" she was cut off again because Kyoya put a finger to her mouth. "Shhh," he whispered, "enough talking." And the kisses continued.

That morning Kyoya was the first awake, the two had only kissed but Haruhi and Kyoya fell asleep, or more, Haruhi fell asleep while Kyoya watched and then he got tired and fell asleep too.

That morning the rain was only starting to let up. Haruhi called her father and told him that she spent the night with a friend cause the rain was so bad, and the two headed toward school. Kyoya began to leave the car, but not before Haruhi grabbed his sleeve.

"Sempai, where do we stand?" she asked

Kyoya sat back down and put his hands behind his head. "Well, because you are a "guy" we'll keep it quiet for a while, you can call me after school on my cell phone" he emphasized the word 'after' . "I don't know if I want my father knowing yet, and the what the rest of the club doesn't know won't hurt them, so at school act like nothing happened. Leave it to Kyoya to turn a relationship into a business Haruhi thought.

"Sounds good sempai" she chimed.

Did I rush things? I hope I did ;P

Well, please R&R, I will repost really fast for a while cause I spent all last night coming up with enough stuff to almost make a one shot out of enough material for like 20 chapters (guessing the number) So ya, I just realized this is my first Ouran fic oO