He looked and saw Tamaki holding his hand out for a dance. In a matter of seconds, several things went through Kyoya's mind. He knew how this was to end. Haruhi would dance with him, and they would gaze lovingly into each other's eyes. Then, there would be fireworks, and Tamaki, though oblivious he may be, would sense the mood and kiss Haruhi beneath the beautiful glow. But he wanted to ruin that. He could do no permanent damage. But, just for once, he wanted to steal her away from that Frenchie. He wanted to be the one she looked at with such joy, and sometimes, she did look at him like that. So, he did.
Casually, he walked towards the pair, and cut his way in front of Tamaki. The French boy would have his chance. He'd just have to wait a little bit longer. He smiled lovingly at Haruhi, the girl that changed the Host Club. He beckoned for her to come to him. She smiled as well, and behind him he could hear the angered cries of disagree. He loved the sound of it, but for now, he ignored it.
As they waltzed together in perfect sync, he contemplated everything that had happened over the course of this year. They met Haruhi. He knew the first instant he saw her that she was A) a commoner and, B) a girl. It took the others just a little longer to figure it out. It was fun for him to see as they all soon became aware of what her gender was. All, except for Tamaki, that is. He almost smirked at the thought. Almost. But he couldn't ruin his few fleeting moments with Haruhi.
The Host Club generated more income in that year than any other. But he would never admit to that being Haruhi's fault. Though, it was. In all honesty, he had no idea how she had done it. She stole away several of the other host's guests, and new guests came to see her. And (he would absolutely, never, ever tell her this) they received "donation" money from the Zuka Club. Apparently, they had got a hold of the Host's address, and sent money often to try to convince Haruhi to join them. Of course, they didn't know that he was the one who opened the mail sent to the hosts, whether to a specific host or not. And the fact that it was signed "the Zuka Club" helped a lot.
He thought about the time they spent together. The beach house. Ah, such sweet memories! He thought about what she told him when he jumped her, to put it bluntly. He felt a bubbly happiness at the pit of his stomach when he thought of how much faith she had in him. The notion that he would not have taken her then is false, but the fact that she trusts him, and his ability to remain predictable is something he does really appreciate. There was something to gain from it. Something that, if he took it that night, it would most likely be the one thing that Tamaki would never have. He was sure that he was capable of winning her heart that night, jumping her or without. But he knew that a storm was coming. And (through several talks with her father) he knew that storms scared her very much. He also figured that there was a fifty-fifty possibility that Tamaki would come to his room. So, he would leave Haruhi there for Tamaki. Because, though the Suoh boy was dense, he, in fact, was not. He would have ruined the little 'family' that Tamaki had worked so hard to make. He would not do that.
He looked to the clock tower. Eleven fifty- eight. The fireworks go off at midnight. He mentally sighed. Then, doing the one thing he knew he would regret the most in this life, he put on a brave face, smiled at Haruhi, turned her around, and nudged her towards Tamaki. He watched her go, and, though he knew he would not regret his friend's happiness, he would regret his own sorrow.
'But,' he thought to himself spitefully, 'at least I can say that, even though I may not manage to do it again, I stole her away from him.'