Hello there! Well, this is my first KyouHaru sorta fic so I had a hard time with it and...I didn't really know where Iwas going with it. But in the end, I think it's pretty cool...or at least...I hope. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy.

Dedicated to: Cereza671 and AnimeForTheSoul. Thanks for reviewing my other stories and requesting this! You guys rock!

Disclaimer: Neko-chan doesn't own! Life isn't always fair (sobs)

Deep gray eyes glanced up from the laptop screen to momentarily watch a girl that was dressed as a boy. He smirked and cast his gaze back down.

She was so amusing that he almost wanted to burst out in uncontrollable laughter. He wondered how someone so intelligent could be so incredibly stupid. It did not take a genius to figure out that his best friend, Tamaki, was madly and head-over-heels in love with her. His love was written all over his face every time she moved, every time he would come into contact with her.

That's another thing that made them different.

While Tamaki flaunted his affection for Haruhi by smothering her, trying to be with her, and protecting her from even things that she did not need to be protected against, Kyouya remained cool and collective.

Of course, there was the occasional situations when he could not help himself. Sometimes she would give him this look, a look so adorably stressed and afraid, that he just had to help her when Tamaki or the twins had her wrapped in their clutches. Then, there was also the things he did without even taking a second glance at.

Her debt, for instance, was ever-increasing because of him. He knew it was silly but Tamaki had somehow managed to get this strange idea into his head that he just couldn't ignore. Kyouya was usually practical but this topic actually made him have nightmares.

If Haruhi repaid her debt, there would be no reason for her to stick around. There would be no reason for her to talk to him, nonetheless even glance at him. He would not have him. Even if adding piles of money to her debt was crazy he could care less. He'd be put into a mental asylum before he admitted that he was afraid that he wouldn't be in her company anymore.

'Well...let's not go that far, Kyouya.' He thought, almost chuckling to himself.

"Mata ashita!" The twins chorused, waving goodbye as they walked out of the door together.

"Bye bye!" Honey said from atop of Mori's shoulders, while the wild type gave a short wave for his farewell.

"Well, see you tomorrow, my friend." Tamaki said, placing a hand on Kyouya's shoulder.

Kyouya nodded and looked up at the blond, sparing him a small smile. "Goodbye Tamaki."

Tamaki turned to leave and was almost out of the door before he stopped and turned around. He walked back up to Kyouya, making the spectacled boy twitch. Nothing was ever easy with Tamaki, was it?

"Er...Kyouya? Aren't you going home?"

"No. I might as well stay here and finish this before I head home," Kyouya replied.

"Oh...I see." Tamaki nodded, then grinned cheekily again, "Don't work too hard!"

"Right." Kyouya said, but in his mind he replied 'There's no such things as working too hard.'

When he finally heard the door close behind Tamaki, Kyouya closed his laptop. He really had nothing to do. His plan was going great, just as he had planned. Now that everyone was out of the way perhaps he could actually have some alone time with her- even if it was only for five minutes, it was longer than what he usually got.

Kyouya was not one to whine or complain about what he did and what he did not get. He was a person who would rather take what he wanted. And that was exactly what he planned on doing.

Haruhi, he knew, was in the changing room. She had accidentally spilt tea on her clothes, which would need to be cleaned professionally so that it could look just right by the next day. It was a good thing that she had an extra set of clothes in the back (something she had learned to do from past experiences with the host club).

Kyouya adjusted his glasses and walked up to the door he knew Haruhi was changing behind. "You know Haruhi, I'll have to have that washed properly and delivered to your house before you go to school tomorrow morning. It'll cost you, of course, but it's worth it."

"What? Why should you have to wash it when I could do it myself?" He could hear the edge in her voice and practically see her troubled expression. Kyouya almost had to stop himself from laughing.

Poor commoner. Didn't she know that the Ouran uniform had to be handled differently than other clothes?

"Haruhi, if you washed it wouldn't look the same," he replied.

"Are you saying that my other clothes aren't washed correctly? Or are you trying to do me a favor?"

He paused. No matter how much he added to her debt, Haruhi hardly ever saw her as a bad guy. She was probably the only person who didn't jump to conclusions about him, thinking that anything and everything he did was simply for his merit, that he was indeed the selfish jerk he made himself out to be sometimes. He smiled at that, remembering the time back at the beach when he had pushed her onto the bed and 'taught her a lesson by "playing" the bad guy'. He also remembered the time at the commoners mall when he had helped out that old lady and Haruhi had said that he had actually been nice.

He supposed that those things was what had made him start to like her. Since then, he had paid so much attention to her that he thought he was going mentally insane. Why pay so much attention to someone who wouldn't be around for so long? He soon found out why. He couldn't ignore her no matter what he did and trying to ignore her only made him think about her more.

He smirked when she came out of the changing room, wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans.

"Is it wrong to help out a friend," he asked in reply to her previous question.

Her face became troubled for a bit before she smiled and walked past him, going to gather her stuff so that she could take her leave for the day. "You surprise me sometimes Sempai."

"Oh? How so?" he asked in what he hoped was a not too interested voice. Truthfully, he was desperate to know what she meant.

"Well," Haruhi continued, stuffing her bag with her books. "Sometimes I think that you don't like me. But just now you called me your friend, so I guess I was wrong."

Kyouya's eyes widened, but thankfully he was not facing her at the moment. "What..." he cleared his throat, "What would make you think something like that?"

Haruhi shrugged. "I don't know...It's just...you never seemed to want to deal with me or anything. It kind of felt like you were avoiding me."

Kyouya blinked and looked at her. He could've sworn that her face was a bit pinker than usual, but maybe that was his imagination. What he did know for sure though was that she was becoming uncomfortable under his intense gaze. She shuffled and looked away.

He didn't know what to say. Had he really been avoiding her? He knew that to a certain extent he was, but that was only so that he wouldn't be too attached to her. 'Now that I think about it...that plan failed a long time ago.'

"Ah. I see," he said, stepping closer to her. "I'm sorry you felt that way."

"No, I'm sorry Sempai. Saying that was stupid," she laughed nervously and shook her head. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow."

Before he could even think he had reached out and grabbed her wrist. She turned around, a puzzled expression on her face. "Sempai?"

He swallowed thickly, suddenly forgetting what it was that he had intended to say. Kyouya released her and let his hand fall to his side. He reached up and pushed his glasses up slightly, before smiling and putting a hand on her head.

"I suppose that we're even then," he said, took his hand away and made his way for the exit.

"What do you mean?" Haruhi asked.

He stopped walking, his back to her mostly because he was afraid to look at her. " I've always thought you were avoiding me too." Kyouya paused then turned to face her. "Unless, of course, my suspicions were correct and you really do avoid me."

This time it was Haruhi's turn to widen her eyes. "What?" she asked shortly. She stared there with a shocked expression for awhile before she smiled and suddenly burst out into a fit of laughter.

Kyouya chuckled a bit, taking amusement in her outburst.

Once she had calmed down she rubbed a tear out of her eye and looked up at him, smiling for all she was worth and tilted her head to the side. "Whether I was avoiding you or not, I didn't think you'd care Kyouya. But trust me, I've never tried to avoid you...well, other than when I fear you're going to add something onto my debt."

She sighed and shook her head slowly, "You're one of the people I'm less likely to avoid."

She put it so bluntly, she easily and smoothly- and yet Kyouya's heart still skipped a beat. What she had said was really a relief, though he didn't take it to mean that she was in love with him or anything. Still, it was comforting.

He smiled and nodded, seeing that he really couldn't find anything smart or special to say to that. Once again, he turned to leave.

"Kyouya?"

"Yes, Haruhi?" He turned again.

"We're friends right?"

Typical Haruhi.

He nodded. "Yes, I suppose you could say that."

"What do you mean? Either we're friends or we're not."

"Well, we aren't just acquaintances. But I wouldn't say we're past friendship either, correct?" Kyouya said, stepping closer to her, staring into her eyes solidly as he walked.

"Er...well..." Haruhi blinked when he was as close as he could get to her. He smiled and put a finger under her chin and lifted her face up. He moved some of her hair out of her eyes, gaining confidence in every move he made. "Kyouya-sempai?"

He placed his hand on the small of her back and pulled her closer. The spectacled boy leaned down so that he could whisper in her ear, "Though, it would be more interesting...if we were something more."

Feeling free and somewhat giddy by now, Kyouya leaned back up into a proper stance. Haruhi's face was at first a bit shocked. He knew that she was no good at guessing at other people's feelings when it came to love, so he wondered if she actually understood what he was getting at. Kyouya tried not to get nervous, but couldn't help but thinking that her silence was due to the fact that she didn't feel the same way.

What had he been thinking? It had never been his intention to confess to her. He had planned out when, how and where he would do that at a long time ago. But he had gotten carried away; only she could throw his mind into disarray and make him act on his emotions rather than his strong mind.

"Kyouya, are you saying that...you would like to be more than friends with me?"

Ah. So she did understand.

He pushed his glasses up slightly before saying, "Yes. Exactly."

"So, you like me more than a friend? And you would like me to become your girlfriend."

"Yes, that's correct also."

"I see."

Silence. Such an uncomfortable silence...

"Of course, that proposition will be open for as long as you need it to be," he said, just to fill the silence, though he really wished that she would say yes.

"You're full of surprises, aren't you Sempai?" Haruhi smiled, but her eyes were filled with something that he had never seen them carry before. "Demo..."

But. There was always 'buts' in these type of situations. Kyouya shifted, holding his breath for her answer.

"I've never really thought of you in that way." She took a deep breath, as if saying this was like putting a knife through her own stomach. "Maybe if I got to know you better....but right now, I'm not really prepared to be in a relationship. I've never even thought of being in one before."

"I see..." Kyouya looked away.

"But," Haruhi backed up and before he knew it, she bowed respectively and when she came back up, the brightest smile was on her face. "Thanks so much. I never knew you cared about me. It's better if I know, don't you think?"

He nodded and smiled. "Then, I suppose I'll see you again tomorrow." Kyouya walked out of the room, leaving Haruhi behind as he turned the corner and slammed his back against the wall.

Suddenly, he laughed, the tension he had been feeling all coming out of him. When he was finished he took his glasses off and cleaned them before slipping them back onto his face. Straightening up and walking out of the building like a true Ootori would, he felt a different amount of hope that he had felt in a long time.

He still had a chance. Actually, he now had a greater advantage over any of the hosts to win Haruhi's heart, he thought confidently.

Now that he knew he actually had a chance with her, he would never give up. He planned on stealing her away easily now, despite the fact that he had just gotten rejected, that only fueled his passion even more.

Because, only someone like Haruhi would reject him.

Kyouya loved to chase things he could not have.

That's why, he was going to enjoy capturing her eyes, her attention, her heart.

He was going to enjoy taking her very, very much.

It was only a matter of time.

A/N: Aww, poor Kyou-chan got dumped! Well, reviews are appreciated. Thanks for reading!