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Chapter Two

Kyouya walked silently into the club room. He opened the door to see Haruhi being manhandled by the twins. He chose to ignore this little display and sat down with his laptop in the corner. He would listen in on the conversation, of course. How else would he have gathered a vast majority of his files on the people his investigators couldn't follow?

"Haruhi!" Hikaru whined. "But, you promised you would try on one of our mother's beautiful creations!"

"You would look so cute," Kaoru added holding up a revealing sort of dress.

Haruhi looked exasperatedly between the two. She sighed before responding.

"If you will remember for just a moment Hikaru, I said I would try on an outfit if and only if I approved of it first. This dress is just…" she paused glancing at the dress for a moment. "Well, it barely has enough fabric to cover certain vital areas."

"I don't seem to remember that conversation, do you Kaoru?"

"Nope, must have slipped my mind, Hikaru."

Fortunately or unfortunately for Haruhi, Tamaki entered with both Mori and Honey behind him. The conversation suddenly came to a halt when Tamaki caught sight of Haruhi.

"Oh, my darling daughter!" Tamaki sang. "Oh how I've missed you!"

Tamaki spun around the room in a sort of one person waltz before embracing Haruhi tightly to him. Haruhi rolled her eyes and muttered something the sounded a lot like, "Stupid Senpai," under her breath.

Kyouya couldn't even look at Haruhi. Whenever he did a wave of emotions would pass over him. There was an emotion that he just couldn't place. That got him angry. Kyouya was always in control. His laptop was filled with graphs, charts, and personal records regarding everything…. Everything. So, why couldn't he figure this out? There had to be a logical explanation for this. He just couldn't think of it.

"Tamaki," Kyouya called from his place in the corner. "Now, what exactly are your plans for this week's cosplay?"

"Coming Mother!" he called.

Kyouya rolled his eyes. Sometimes he wondered why he was even friends with this idiot. And by sometimes he meant whenever the blond boy opened his mouth. That was quite frequently by the way.

"Well, Kyouya I was thinking that maybe we could do a cowboy theme….?"

"No."

"But, please Kyouya? It could be so much fun! I just know it!" Tamaki begged.

Kyouya looked up from his laptop. He glanced at his friend for a moment before answering.

"Maybe."

It was later on in the afternoon and club activities had just begun.

"Haruhi," Kyouya snapped. "Won't you please get us some more coffee?"

Haruhi stiffened. Damn rich bastard. He needed to learn to get up and make his own coffee. But, being that they were entertaining guests she didn't dare refuse him. Instead, she flashed him her natural smile and headed to the kitchenette in the back room.

Honestly, she didn't understand Kyouya's sudden change in his treatment of her. In a couple of week's time he went from cold indifference to barely disclosed anger. Regardless, Haruhi chose to just ignore Kyouya's sudden change and just treated him with the same manner she always did.

"Now where did I put that instant coffee?" she murmured as she quietly browsed the shelves.

Cakes, cakes, sweets, sweets, tea… Finally she spotted the coffee on the top shelves. Unfortunately, it was far out of her reach. She tried standing on her tiptoes, yet the box stood just out of her reach. That was, of course, until she felt a strong pair of arms pick her up and lift her to the top shelf.

Haruhi leaned over and quickly plucked the box of instant coffee from the shelf. Mori then set her back down on the counter facing him. Haruhi smiled.

"Thanks," she grinned from her perch on the counter ledge.

A faint smile touched Mori's lips. He reached out and brushed a few stray hairs of Haruhi's face.

"Haruhi?" a voice called coolly. "What's taking you so long with that coffee?"

Kyouya threw open the door. Kyouya strode in just in time to see Haruhi flush due to her and Mori-senpai's close proximity. Mori pushed one final piece of hair behind her ear before walking out of the room.

Kyouya sat blankly in the doorway for another minute. He couldn't help but wonder if he may have walked in on a private moment between the "wild" type and the "natural" type. A small lump formed in his throat. He honestly didn't think he could handle the thought of that. He shook himself. Soon he regained his composure and motioned Haruhi down from the counter.

"Haruhi, does it really take this long to make coffee? Maybe if you didn't play around so much I wouldn't have to continue to raise your debt like this."

Haruhi's lips pursed.

"Senpai! That's hardly fair! I couldn't reach the coffee so Mori-senpai had to help me out!" she argued. "It's not like we were sitting around back here playing a game of cards."

"That's not the point, my dear Haruhi. The point is the guests are thirsty and your incompetence is inconveniencing them. Besides, you shouldn't just leave your guests like that unattended," Kyouya said scribbling away in his notebook.

Haruhi snorted.

"So, of course, because my guests are left "unattended" it makes perfect sense that you would leave your own customers to come back here and berate me for a little while?"

The glare on Kyouya's glasses made it impossible to see his eyes. However, if she had been able to see his eyes she would have noticed a slight flash of anger residing there. Instead of replying Kyouya merely turned on his heel.

Haruhi frowned. She should have just kept her mouth shut. Kyouya would never let her get away with trying to insult him.