The Pillar, The Couch and Ouran

Chap. 2

Haruhi was having vision problems again. Something was wrong with her glasses. The main problem being that she couldn't see much through them.

It was turning into a major problem at the host club.

BANG!

'Damn. What was it this time? Another chair? A lamp worth more than I am?' Haruhi looked down. A large brown blurry thing staired up at her. 'Table. Well, there's a couple thousand dollars more added to my debt.'

Haruhi kept walking, ignoring the table on the ground. She refocused on the goal at hand, getting her tea to her customers.

She got pretty far in accomplishing her goal when she ran into something large, hard and which seemed to stretch upward for an eternity. She stood there, the thing in front of her, wondering what on earth it could have been that she had struck this time, with the remains of her tea tray's contents gently dripping from her blazer. She had her eyes tightly shut.

What ever it was hadn't been there when she walked this way the first time to get the tea things. Then a thought struck her.

'Nooo, no, no it's not one of those god damned pillars again, is it?'

She reached out a tentive hand out to investigate.

What met her hand was worm, felt of fabric and damp from the tea she had spilled when she had hit it. It was also giving her a quizzical look.

She opened her eyes and damp, tea stained, blurry Mori-sempi looked down at her. A small pink blush slowly spread across her face as it downed on her. She has hit Mori-sempi.

"Haru-chan, what's wrong?" Huni said looking concerned from where he was perched on a red cushioned chair that was almost the same height he was. Or at least Haruhi assumed he was concerned from the tone of voice he was using. "Why are you wearing your glasses? Where are your contacts?"

"I don't know actually… These were the first pair of glasses that I could grab this morning because I was late… And didn't have time to put contacts in. And by the time I was here I figured they were better than nothing."

If Haruhi could have been able to see that far she would have seen Huni nodding sympathetically at her.

By this time the rest of the Host Club, as oblivious as they were, has noticed what was going on and had come running to see what they could do. She was soon wrapped up in Tamaki's arms being spun about and yelling to be put DOWN. The twins yelled in unison for Tamaki not to touch their toy as they ran after him. The three of them were soon in a game of human tug-of-war with Haruhi playing both prize and rope.

A group of fan girls' lead by Range was circling the boys, "kaaaaaaaaa"ing. One or two even fainted from the idea of the three hosts fighting over Haruhi.

Kyoya bothered to look up from his laptop and watched the seen before him unfold. Couldn't there ever be a quiet day here for once?

A crash and the sound of splintering wood behind him reminded him of the reality that was the host club. Of coerce there couldn't be a quiet day, this was the host club, the place where anything when. Where fantasies were real and reality bent. And where everything no matter how petty or insignificant had to be yelled about at top volume.

And people wondered why he had a calendar silly for the purpose of counting down the days till graduation.

He turned to where the crash had reseated.

He found Huni and Chika locked in combat with Mori silently dripping tea and watching on. There was another group of fan girls watching this fight and Renge was now doing commentary for both from her motorized platform.

Kyoya rubbed his temples and considered his options on what he could do.

He could a. Break up the Huni-Chika fight, b. break up the Tamki-Hikaru-Kaoru fight, or c. He could walk away into the sunset and never return.

He chose option B as much as option C appealed to him.

There was another crash.

Kyoya made a mental note to add the repair costs of today to Haruhi's debt. He sighed, stood up, and simply said, "Put him down." (There were customers around to worry about.)

Nothing happened.

Kyoya growled. He walked over to the edge of the circle surrounding the twins and Tamki. The girls right up next to him became quiet. Soon the rest of the girls became quiet too. They were becoming nerves. One or two even waked over to the group surrounding Huni and Mori.

The only people who appeared to be unaware of this new found silence was Hikaru, Kaou and Tamki. Even Haruhi had become quiet.

There was another crash from Huni and Chika. Kyoya made another mental tally mark and walked into the circle of girls surrounding the twins and Tamaki.

"Put him down."

All three of them stopped fighting and looked at him. He glared back with an icy expression garneted to give frostbite at twenty paces. They meekly put down the girl.

Haruhi looked at him.

"Come here."

Haruhi gave him enormous doe eyes. He gave her a look that would make mountains move at his command. She moved forward.

Kyoya took a pair of glasses out of his pocket and plucked the pair Haruhi was currently warring off her face. He replaced the ones he took with the pair from his pocket.

Behind them Tamaki and the twins along with all of the fan girls were watching Haruhi and Kyoya in almost complete silence. They were all biting their nails in anticipation. Even Renge had shut up for once.

"Why do you have my glasses?"

"You were in too much of a hurry to get to school so you took mine off the bed stand."

The room exploded.

(Except for Huni, and Chika who were still fighting with Mori acting as ref. Even Haruhi couldn't penetrate their privet universe.)

Just think about Tama-chans reaction to that….

I dunno why I wrote a HaruXKyoya fic… It was just flouting around in my mind for no apparent reason… (Like the intergalactic invaders from Mars.)

Have fun imagining where Haruhi was feeling Mori…

I forgot to tell you, this isn't mine. The characters and anything else under copyright have been declaimed. I'm just barrowing, I swear. (Sweeps Kyoya under the carpet surreptitiously and closes the closet with Haruhi pocking out of it….)