Hello and Konnichiwa! This is Love is a Twisted thing! I have a few things to say before you read! I am not positive if this will stay at a 'T' rating. I am still contemplating whether to add in any 'love scenes' -insert eyebrow wave- or not. Message me if you have any insight! Oh and if you didn't realize from the description: this story will have some incest and BL (or Yaoi (Not sure yet)). Please do enjoy! (And review? ^_^)

DATE AND TIME: August 3rd 7:30

POV: Kyoya

I hear Haruhi's laugh from across the room and peek up from my black folder. My eyes watch closely as she smiles, taking every note of the crinkle in her eyes, and the way she seemed to light up the entire music room.

Her eyes meet mine and her smile fades. We hold our glance for a beat, before I look down quickly and bring up the folder to hide the red blush that spread across my cheeks.

It had been like this for days now; this tense atmosphere between us; and I was confused.

Very, very confused.

Everytime she spoke with the others; especially with Tamaki; I felt this rage inside me, similar to the one I felt with my brothers, but different somehow. Everytime she touched me, there was this almost painful feeling in my chest. Even just the accidental touch of a hand caused an unwelcome blush.

What was this?

"Kyoya!" I hear my name shouted from across the room. Sighing, I look over at Hikaru. He was beaming at me, beckoning me over to him. Walking over to him and his twin brother, I sigh again.

"What is it?" I ask, monotone.

"Oh, nothing. You just need to lighten up more, you know?" Hikaru smiles again.

"Yeah, you totally darken the mood here." Kaoru adds. I sigh again. This was the last thing I needed.

"Well, I have things to do anyway." I lie. "So, please, excuse me."

Walking out the doors, I think I hear Haruhi's voice call out. I don't stop, not wanting to turn back to find that she hadn't.

I quickly leave the main school building, choosing to sit outside on one of the benches instead. I watch the fountain flow into the small, artificial pond.

Before I know it, I am drowning in fantasies of Haruhi.

"Kyoya!"

I shake myself back into reality, bringing my folder back up to my face to pretend I had been working.

"Kyoya, I already saw you doing nothing for 2 minutes." Haruhi says, sitting next to me.

"Oh." She grazes my arm, and I feel my heart jump.

"Yeah. So, what are you doing out here?" she asks.

"Work." I lie, bringing the folder up to my face again.

"I thought we were past that." she sighs. "Get that folder out of your face." She grabs my hand and the folder falls to the ground. I feel my face heat up. We gaze at each other silently. She doesn't let go of my hand.

"Kyoya.." Her voice shakes, and she clears it quickly. "Do you think, it's possible for you to like me?" Her eyes are earnest, clear and wide, as she stares into mine.

I take my other hand and gently stroke her cheek once.

Stop it. What are you doing? She doesn't love you.

I take her by the chin and pull her face up towards mine.

You're just going to get hurt.

And then, we are kissing. The feel of her mouth moving so passionately onto mine was so much better than I had imagined it would be.

She ran her fingers through my black hair, sending small shivers down my spine. I put my hand on the small of her back and pressed her closer to me.

I blocked out all sense of logic; any of my normal type of calculational thinking; and just tried to feel for once. With my hands, I explored her back and shoulders, taking in as much of this feeling as I could.

Feeling Haruhi pull away, I panic, in fear of waking up. I didn't want to let her go and be sent back to reality. Back to calculations and solitude. I didn't want this wonderful dream to end.

It surely had to be a dream, yes?

I pushed her back to me, taking a hold of her soft short hair and kissing her roughly.

She protests against my lips. Not wanting to separate myself from her, I move down to her neck, kissing it gently.

"Kyoya..." she breathes. I bring my face back to hers and kiss her passionately once more. She pulls herself back, and I reluctantly follow through, leaning my forehead onto hers, and giving her a confused gaze.

"We can't do this." Haruhi says, sighing.

My heart drops. I try to hide the absolute heartbreak from showing on my face, but I can feel my eyes watering.

"No.." I clear my throat and straighten myself out. "No, of course not. Do forgive my manners Ms. Fujioka. Pardon me..." I stand quickly, picking up my notebook and taking a step towards the school.

I couldn't contain this clear expression much longer and I definitely didn't want to cause Haruhi any difficulties because of my foolish emotions.

My so very foolish emotions.

"Not here." Haruhi calls out to me. I pause. A spark of hope is ignited. "We can't do this here."

My heart bursts into flames.

I turn to look at her from over my shoulder. Her eyes are wide, skin flushed slightly, and her hair still rustled from when I was kissing her.

"Understood, Ms. Fujioka." I say, smiling gently. I wave a hand farewell as I walk back into the school.