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Chapter 2

Most of the members of the Host Club slowly but surely accepted the relationship between Kyoya and Haruhi. Although a few of them posed obstacles that the couple had to overcome. One such occurrence was when the twins decided to 'test' their love by locking them in a very dark, cramped closet.

"God dammit, I'm going to murder those two," Kyoya said icily. Haruhi just rolled her eyes. She was used to behavior like this so it didn't bug her. The twins would let them out eventually...or they would forget and in such case they would be stuck here until the janitors came by around ten.

"Those two had better not forget about us," Haruhi said. The pair waited...and waited...and waited until Haruhi finally lost her cool. "I can't believe it! Those slime balls left us here!" Haruhi snapped. Kyoya sighed and then adjusted his glasses. "What?" Haruhi snapped at him.

"You're wasting your energy, there's nothing you can do so just you'll just have to wait patiently for someone to find us," Haruhi could just hear the 'like me' that was ellipsed from his sentence.

"Aren't you anxious to get out of here?" she asked.

"Of course but until then I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when we get found okay," Kyoya said. He sat on a crate, leaned back and closed his eyes.

"Kyoya!" Haruhi protested. His lips curled into a smirk and he kept his eyes stubbornly shut. "Bastard," she muttered. Haruhi sighed and plopped down in front of the crate. Her eyes started to droop but she quickly snapped them open. "I can't fall asleep," Haruhi muttered. Her eyes fluttered closed and she fell into a light slumber.

"Hikaru I hope they're not too mad at us," Kaoru said bitting his fingernail nervously. The twins were walking down the dark halls of Ouran Academy towards the closet by the third music room.

"They'll get over it," Hikaru said shrugging.

"It's not Haruhi that I'm worried about," Kaoru muttered. Hikaru shuddered. He suddenly found himself hoping that the two had somehow found a way out of that stupid closet.

"Yeah, Kyoya-sempai pissed is almost as scary as the low blood pressure demon lord," Hikaru agreed.

"Nothing is that scary," Kaoru laughed. Hikaru grinned and nodded. The pair arrived at the closet and looked at each other. They took a deep breath and Hikaru unlocked the door. It creaked open and Kaoru shined a flashlight into the dark space. He chuckled slightly.

"What is it?" Hikaru hissed.

"Come look for yourself," Kaoru whispered. Confused the older twin peered around the door and chuckled like his brother. Kyoya was sprawled out snoring slightly. Gone was the impeccable grooming that usually adorned the Ohtori. Now his hair was rumpled and his clothed were wrinkled and hanging crooked on his body. The twins glanced at each other and their mouths curled into identical devilish grins. Hikaru took out his cell phone and quietly took a picture of the Ohtori. Blackmail! Kaoru grinned at him and Hikaru returned it with one of his own. They glanced back into the closet again and saw Haruhi. Her arms and head were resting on the shadow king's legs and her legs were curled underneath her. Kaoru looked at his brother and saw the pain that started to well up in his eyes. He placed and arm on Hikaru's shoulder and his twin looked over at him.

"It's time to go," Kaoru said softly. Hikaru could only nod but not before Kaoru saw the gears in his brother's brain start to turn. "What are you thinking?" Kaoru asked.

"Oh nothing, but I think we should just leave the door open like this," Hikaru said shrugging. Kaoru looked back at the door and the couple inside and understanding dawned on him. Kaoru smiled and then nodded.

"I absolutely agree," Hikaru and Kaoru walked away arm in arm snickering all the way.

The next morning Kyoya was awakened by an annoying buzzing sound. His limbs were stiff and he was sore all over. He slowly opened his eyes and glared at the noise. It gasped and he opened his eyes more fully. Kyoya sat up and then rubbed his eyes under his glasses. The noise started buzzing again and Kyoya finally looked fully at it. A bunch of girls that frequented the host club were standing outside the door whispering to each other. Kyoya nearly jumped out of his skin but fortunately only his legs twitched. He was in the process of standing up when Haruhi was jolted awake. She sprang to her feet and her head hit him square in the jaw. Kyoya groaned and then fell back into a sitting position.

"I'm coming dad," she shouted deliriously. Haruhi thought she was at home. She blinked and then stretched. Kyoya had begun standing again but his glasses were snatched off his face once Haruhi stretched upwards. She brought the spectacles back down to eye level and peered at them bemusedly. Haruhi had seen this particular pair of glasses before but where? As Haruhi was pondering a throat was cleared behind her. Haruhi jumped and then turned around. Kyoya stood before her glassesless and looking very rumpled. She fought back the urge to smile.

"Could I have my glasses back?" he asked. Haruhi nodded and then handed them to him blushing slightly. Kyoya nodded to her and then put his glasses back on. His vision swam back into focus and he turned towards the door. Tamaki stood in the door way gapping at the two of them. Kyoya scowled; it was much to early to deal with the blond idiot. He gently grabbed Haruhi's hand and the whispers escalated. Kyoya bit back a groan and then he practically dragged her to the third music room. He shut the door behind them with a loud crack.

"Kyoya...are you alright?" Haruhi asked tentatively. Kyoya rounded on her, the low blood pressure demon lord making an appearance now that they were alone.

"I'm fine," He snapped glaring at her. Haruhi took a few steps back and held her hands up.

"Okay," she said backing off. Kyoya growled in annoyance and he stumbled into the kitchen to try and scrounge up some coffee. All the club had was the instant kind. Kyoya growled again but it was better than nothing.

"Haruhi," he barked. Haruhi appeared at the kitchen doors a few moments later.

"What is is Kyoya?" she asked softly. This Kyoya intimidated her a little bit. He thrusted the jar of instant coffee into her hands. Haruhi looked up at him and he glared down at her. "Would you like me to make coffee Kyoya?" Kyoya growled at her.

"No I just handed you the jar so you could sit there," He said sarcastically. Haruhi sighed and then proceeded to make coffee. Well at least now she knew what the other club members meant by low blood pressure demon lord.

Haruhi finished making the coffee and found Kyoya angrily slamming the keys down on his lap top. She flinched as he punched the space bar down hard. Kyoya looked up expectantly at her and she scrambled to give him his coffee. He took a sip and then grimaced; he hated this commoner crap but it was all they had. Slowly the gears in his mind started to turn again and the fog that was in his brain cleared with every sip of the nasty stuff. After he was down to the dregs he looked up and saw Haruhi across from him.

"Hello Haruhi, why are you here?" he asked pleasantly. She sweat dropped and then chuckled awkwardly.

"Don't you remember Kyoya?" she asked. Slowly the night's events and the day before filtered back into his brain and his hands clenched into fists. Those twins were so dead.

Yeah, not much to say but now I know where I want to go from here so read and review. Thanx, :)

-Lady Auzie