Woohoo! Okay, I know it was really fast; I didn't even THINK about what I was going to write for the new opening but I just wanted to do it because I hate keeping you guys waiting. Um. This chapter is really random, and I'm terrible at starting off beginnings of new stories, but here it is.

Also; I would like to know what YOU guys would want to happen!

So, please, review and let me know! (Plus, it will help me think of more ideas since I'm running low on them right now! Damn writers block!)

Infinite X's and O's,

MistroStrings

I let the water splash down my face. My eyes were shut, but I could feel the heat against my skin, and the fog filling my nose. The water was so refreshing, and not only that, but it was a time where I could think about things. For the past week, I was only thinking of that kiss Kyouya gave me at the Christmas party.

I thought he had done it because he liked me. That was what he told his father, right? He had told his father that he was falling in love with me… But the past week had been so awkward, we barely even spoke. I would walk downstairs and see him in the living room, and would be shot down with a quick glance, and afterwards he left the room without a word.

What had I done wrong? Every time I tried to speak with him, he acted as though he didn't know what I was talking about. We weren't even at the stage of friends anymore; we were at the stage of two people who had awkwardly sat next to each other on a bench and have no means of conversation.

Occasionally before I went to bed however, there would be a knock at my door. I would answer it, Hana would be there, and we'd talk about things, but I decided to never mention anything to her. She knew already herself that something was wrong, and didn't want to talk to me about it and upset me.

As I stood in the shower, I couldn't help wondering. Maybe I was a bad kisser? Maybe Kyouya suddenly found me ugly. I didn't know, but I was nervous to head back to school- what would the host club be like, with this new air floating about between us?

Most of my time was spent outside of the house with Kaoru or Summit, and occasionally the other host members, but other than that I was alone at Kyouya's home, with no one but Hana to talk to.

Climbing out of the shower, I wrapped myself up in a towel and began to brush my hair. I looked at my reflection. Well, I thought, frowning. I don't think I'm terribly ugly. Trying to push the thought aside, I tossed on my pajamas and waited for the knock on my door.

A few minutes later, Hana was sitting next to me on my bed, talking and gossiping like typical teenagers. Unfortunately, she brought him up. "I think you should talk to him," she said suddenly. "I mean, I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I just don't see how this could happen. It's not normal! It's not a normal relationship!" She grabbed my shoulders, rocking me back and forth.

"Calm down!" I laughed, hitting her on the arm. "I've been trying, but he acts like I don't even exist."

"Of course you exist," Hana scoffed, twisting her auburn curls in between her fingers. "If Kyouya's trying to pretend that you don't, then that's just silly. Obviously you're standing right in front of him, and obviously he'd notice you there. See? It really just doesn't make sense. In all the magazines I've read, Kyouya is a sensible person. He's reasonable. You should just talk to him."

I looked out the window at the wide moon. "It's just weird," I said, not wanting to look her in the face. "Obviously he doesn't want to talk to me. So, why should I force him to?"

"He kissed you!" Hana pouted. "That's not fair for him to then act like you're some sort of circus freak."

"Thanks, Hana."

"Any time. But, really you should just go and talk to him."

I looked over at her with an unamused face. "Oh, really? And what would I say?"

She shrugged. "How should I know? That's your job!" She suddenly hopped off the bed, grasping my lower arm and dragging me towards the door. "Now come on, just walk down the hall, knock on that door, and ask him!"

I was flailing as Hana continued to push me down the hall. I was cursing things under my breath, trying to get her to turn me around, but Hana was always stronger than me, and eventually I found myself outside of his door. "Hana!" I shouted rather loudly. "Quit it, I know how to walk by my-"

The door suddenly flung open, the tall handsome figure of Kyouya standing in the threshold. My heart suddenly began to beat faster as images and feelings of him kissing me fluttered into my head. I looked down at the ground. "Hey, Kyouya," Hana snapped at him, pushing me forward. "Stop being so stupid and confusing." She rolled her eyes and walked away. "Boys."

Awkwardly I looked up at Kyouya who was just staring as Hana turned a corner down the hallway. "Sorry. She's really upset. I think I should go talk to her. Okay? Bye." Spinning on my heels, I rushed away from his door as fast as possible, but I suddenly felt a firm grasp on my arm, and I was surprised to see that it was Kyouya; pulling me into his bedroom…

"Obviously she brought you over her for a reason," he said, acting as cool as ever. I really didn't understand how he could be so mellow, all the time. "What's bothering you?" I stood on one side of the room, my jaw hanging open. He was pouring himself a drink of water, his back towards me, and when he turned around he stopped what he was doing and looked at me awkwardly. "With the position of your jaw, I would say you're… surprised by something…?"

"Wha- how are you so stupid?" I suddenly growled at him. He raised a brow, setting down his glass and waiting for me to continue. "You act like you have no idea what's bothering me, and it just doesn't make any sense. You're bothering me."

"How?"

"You don't talk to me!"I winced, clenching my fists to my side. "It's been a week, and the only thing you've said to me is; 'Do you have any extra soap'? Of course I have extra soap!" Kyouya stood his face blank and confused. For a minute, I really thought maybe he had no idea what was going on, but then I knew it was all some stupid trick. "Oh please, stop trying to act so innocent and perfect all the time. You're not even acting like you're my friend any more, you're just pretending like you never met me. Why? Huh? Why are you doing this? What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing," he instantly said, pushing his glasses up his nose. "There is nothing wrong with you."

"Then why are you acting like this?"

Kyouya suddenly flashed a shade of red. "Acting like… I don't know you?" He blinked, his hands locking at his sides uncomfortably. Unable to speak in sudden anger, I nodded harshly. "Well, I would assume it's because you're doing the same to me."

My eyes grew wide. Something was bothering Kyouya? That something was me? "What?" I suddenly gasped. "What did I do? I didn't do anything!"

"I know," he suddenly began to speak, his voice speeding up. "That's exactly my point; you didn't really say anything about me after I… kissed… you." His voice suddenly became quiet, and then it rose back to that typical bossy tone. "I figured that maybe you wanted to be more professional about our relationship, which I gladly took up."

"You're stupid!" I laughed. Then suddenly it dawned on me. After Kyouya had kissed me, after I had over heard him saying that he loved me… I hadn't said anything myself. Sure, I kissed him, but I hadn't let him know. "Oh God…" I suddenly mumbled. Kyouya was more sensitive then what I had thought. "I'm so sorry… I didn't even think about it, I just assumed that you would have known…"

"I'm not as intelligent in that area as everyone gives me credit for."

A wave of heat passed by my face. "No, no, people shouldn't expect anything of that out of anyone," I mumbled, not even understanding what I was saying. "But you know, we're all good at different things right? Like, I like to pride myself with being able to ski and… stuff like that."

Kyouya stood, a small smile on his face. He was enjoying my stupidity.

"I'm sorry," I breathed, collapsing on him in a tight hug. "Don't ever, ever, go a week without talking to me again."

Now he was getting the point; now he understood my feelings. His arms wrapped around me, holding me to him with happiness. I felt his lips kiss the top of my head. "Don't forget to remind me of things."

Yeah. So, there's the crappy opening. XD It'll get better. ^.^

Kyouya: Oh, dear god. A new story means more of these stupid bolded conversations, doesn't it?

OH OF COURSE WE CAN'T FORGET THOSE!

Kyouya: Why not?

Because people love them! People love you!

Kyouya: Well. People today are in love with cartoons. That's just foolish.

Psh. That is SO true.

Kyouya: Then why do you have posters of me.

*acts like she has no idea what he's talking about* Oh, what did you say?

Kyouya: *glare*

*nervous smile*