Chapter 2

Kyouya didn't say anything on the way to his room, but she could tell that he was upset about something. This couldn't bode well for her. While so far it had seemed that he'd agreed to tutor her, she wasn't stupid enough to think that he'd actually done so just yet. She had a feeling that anyone who wanted help from Kyouya had to pay a steep price and with the way he was upset now it just made her worry that perhaps Kyouya's price would be higher than actually paying for private lessons.

He opened the door and waited for her to follow him in before slamming the door shut. "Haruhi, if I am to agree to this you will not be able to just sit here doing nothing. I will review all of your work and each of the day's lessons with you. You will come here every day after school unless you have a good enough reason for skipping out and you will stay until I feel satisfied that you've learned all that you needed to." Okay, changing it to every day sucked and she didn't like his superior attitude at the moment, but so far he hadn't said anything that a normal tutor wouldn't have said. "Are we agreed Haruhi?"

She waited, but she couldn't answer him quite yet. "Name your price." He stared at her blankly for a few minutes before what she said registered. He hadn't quite thought about it that way, but from her view nothing that he did came without a price. It was an interesting thought in it's own way. He hadn't actually assumed that she'd be able to pay him and he doubted that forcing her to stay in the club was necessary since she'd already decided to stay of her own accord. There honestly wasn't anything that he wanted from her. "I haven't decided honestly. It depends on how troublesome the experience is."

That just about floored her. Kyouya senpai never offered to do something without knowing what he was getting up front. However, maybe he just wanted her acceptance now so that he could demand something later that he thought she may refuse. Just exactly what that would be she wasn't sure, but then again that's the kind of thing Kyouya would do. She looked at him and worried her lip trying to decide whether or not she should take him up on his offer. Honestly, she didn't really have much of a choice. She tried to think of any other way out of this and couldn't. "Okay."

She proceeded to take out her notes and they reviewed all that they had learned today in her classes. Honestly, with it being the first day back from break there wasn't much to review. It seemed like the teachers were just as reluctant to start classes as the students were so most of what they had to go over was the outlines for the rest of the year. Haruhi hadn't expected Kyouya to have anything to teach her today, but she'd been wrong. He went over the different teachers she had and what their teaching methods were. He even forced her to go over all of the French she'd had the previous year. When she got something wrong he made her sit there and work it over and over again. He was more demanding than she'd expected.

After making sure she remembered all of the French from before break, he started going over what she would be learning this week. If this was the way that he studied then no wonder he was at the top of his class. She had to give Kyouya some credit, he really was trying to help her. Even if all she wanted to do right now was toss his butt out of the window for making her try to conjugate irregular verbs, it was all for her own good. One thing was for sure...she wouldn't have any problems at all getting the number one spot in her year if this kept up.

"Haruhi, were you able to tell Ranka that you would be coming by after school today?" She hated to admit it, but she hadn't. It's not like he'd worry too much about it though, he would have been to work before she arrived home so he'd never know that she didn't come home right after school. She supposed she was just trying to put off telling him that she'd failed. She wanted to be brilliant, like her mother. She didn't want her father worrying about her and what would happen should she get kicked out of Ouran Academy. Of course, she wasn't going to get kicked out. Between her hard work, Kyouya's tutoring, and the rest of the host club's scheming she was assured the top spot.

"No, I haven't told him yet; not about any of it. He'd only worry needlessly and I don't want that. If I can take care of this without him knowing then that would be wonderful. I don't expect to be able to hide it from him forever, but the longer I can go without having to tell him the better. That way all he has to worry about is work and getting some sleep."

Now to some that speech may seem a little odd, but to Kyouya, who valued both his work and his sleep, it was very touching. So much so that he decided to do something very out of character for him; he decided he wouldn't tell Ranka anything about it. Usually, he kept in touch with Ranka and informed him of what went on with the host club. It was only right, considering that his daughter was hanging out with them. So, if Haruhi wanted to protect her father by not telling him about her tutoring, then so be it. He was sure that with her coming over every after school that it wouldn't take him long to figure out that something was going on, but until he did figure it out he keep the tutoring a secret.

He was in the middle of doing some of his own schoolwork when a loud squealing sound came behind him. Haruhi blushed a little bit, but she didn't say anything. He looked at the clock and realized that it was approaching seven o' clock and that they'd done nothing but study in that time. His eating habits were so irregular that it hadn't even occurred to him that she probably would have eaten by now. He stood from his desk and stretched for a minute, working out some of the kinks in his shoulders. He was always stiff from leaning over his work. After he felt some of the stiffness leave his shoulders, he walked to the door.

"Haruhi, are you coming?" He continued walking down the hallway, but he knew that she'd come. It didn't take long. "What's up Kyouya senpai?" He smiled to himself a little, but he didn't say anything. She didn't press him either. They walked until they reached the kitchen. "My companion and I would like a meal prepared. We'll be waiting in the dining hall." With that he turned and walked away. "You know senpai, I can go get dinner myself. I just didn't know that I'd be here this long is all." He didn't blame her for being nervous, but then again knowing how much she loved food he doubted that she'd refuse.

"Don't concern yourself about it. I was remiss in my duties as your tutor. I kept you far too long on your first session without preparing you for it. Don't worry, I won't charge you for your meal. Look at it as my way of apologizing for keeping you so late." Normally he just went downstairs and grabbed a meal out of the refrigerator, but since he had company he may as well eat in the dining hall.

That sat across from each other, the only two people at a table that would sit over fifty people. Damn rich people. Not only was she feeling out of place, but it was also so awkward being alone with Kyouya. It was a little better when he was tutoring her because then they didn't have to talk to one another, but now there was nothing but awkward silence and she had no clue how to go about filling it.

"So Kyouya senpai, are you the only one who takes after your father or do your brothers all look like him too?" His eyes shifted to her and she wished that she'd kept her mouth shut. "Actually, I probably look the least like my father out of all of my brothers. I take after my mother more." With that, the awkward silence returned. She was saved from having to make another attempt at conversation by the arrival of their dinner.