The sun was bright as Haruhi packed up her suitcase, vehemntly ignoring the large pile of expensive clothing that had appeared on her bed this afternoon. She could tell every one had contributed, as there were several differrent styles.

At first, when Kyoya had shown up in Karuizawa she'd been angry and wished that the others would show up as well, especially after the night Kyoya had kissed her on the roof. Now she was angry she'd ever thought such a thing, as the host club had shown up two days later, and having Hikaru, Kaoru and Tamaki around had put great emotional strain on her. She'd been hoping to have the time to think over her feelings, although she hadn't realized it until the host club had come barging into the pension with Tamaki's helicopter.

She zipped up her bag and carried it out the door, leaving the designer clothes in a heap. She didn't have room for them and the souveniers she had bought for her father.


Kyoya hadn't intended for the host club to come barging up to Karuizawa, but he'd found that he had no choice but to disclose Haruhi's wherabouts to Tamaki when he was called in the middle of the night by the wailing idiot. He severely regretted it once they had shown up, he'd lost almost every chance to be alone with Haruhi. he'd tried to take advantage of the connecting door between their rooms but she had constantly had the twins pestering her into the late hours of the night.

He waited until he saw her walking down the stairs with her suitcase before he convenietly rembebered having 'forgotten his glasses case' upstairs. He walked into his empty room and pulled a black canvas bag out from underneath the bed and casually walked into Haruhi's room. He was surprised to see Misuzu gushing over the clothes, but managed to distract the Okama from his true motives. "Ah Misuzu-san, Haruhi asked me to come retreive the gifts she forgot on the bed." He held up the canvas bag as he spoke, earning praise from the eccentric man with long hair over being such a nice young man.

He carefully scooped the clothes off the bed and into the bag, not bothering to fold them yet, as he would risk Misuzu seeing his own, shall we say gift, in the bottom of the bag. He had left a small (in comparison to the other members of the host club) pile of clothes with the pile as well, but he'd felt Haruhi might have beena little violent if she had found the second part of his gift with the rest.

He bid Misuzu a charming farewell and walked back down the stairs to join everyone in waiting for a limo out front. He was moderately surprised when he saw Haruhi climbing into a taxi with her bag, Ranka leaning against the hood of the car. "Ah! Kyoya-kun! Thank you so much for watching over my precious daughter." He bounced cheerfully over to the Ootori, his long hair bouncing as he went. Ranka seemed oblivious to the glares he was receiving from his daughter as Kyoya handed his the black canvas bag, "It was my pleasure Ranka-san, here, Haruhi forgot her gifts in her room when she was packing. I took the liberty of putting them in this bag for her."

"Oh my! Haruhi you almost forgot this!" Ranka skipped over to the taxi and hopped in, pushing his daughter across the back seat. "Goodbye everyone! You'll all have to come over for dinner sometime, just try not bring any pests!" He shouted as the car drove off and Tamaki (aka the 'pest') sulked.


Haruhi barely contained her shriek of surprise as she dumped the canvas bag onto floor and found Kyoya's 'surprise'. She scrambled to hide the lacy lingerie before her father could stumble upon the site and blame Tamaki. She knew it was definitely from Kyoya, even before she found a small piece of paper tucked inside of one of the push up bra's.

Haruhi,

No doubt you had already figured out that the extra gifts were from me.
This is just a friendly reminder your debt has been increased by one hundred thousand yen.
You know what you did.

He hadn't signed it, but she recognized his elegant english script. She figured he'd written it that way just in case her father found the note, he wouldn't be able to read it.

She tossed the bag into her closet, burrying it under several layers of overly femenine clothing her father had bought her, intending to never look at it again.

"Haruhi-chan! Papa's got to go help out at the bar and set up for tonight, what are you going to do today?" Ranka popped his head into his daughters room as he put in his fancy new earings, which were a gorgeous gift from Kyoya the last time they had met for coffee. "Ano, I was planning to study some to be ready for the first day back, but I can't find my books."

"Oh, well you can't study if your books are hiding! What else will you do?" He asked, trying to keep the smile off his face as he patted himself on the back for successfully hiding her textbooks. It hadn't been easy to do so because she was such a light sleeper, but he had managed to smuggle them out of her room before she awoke.

"Well, I wouldn't mind checking out the product expo at BonMall...but I don't have much money on me." She picked her wallet up off her desk and opened it, showing that she had already spent most of her meager earnings from the pension on groceries.

Ranka whipped out his own wallet and pulled out half of the bills he had. "Here precious daughter! Take some of daddy's! I have lots to spare after paying the bills this month. Take this and buy yourself some cute girly things!" "Well, I could use some more pencils. Mine keep dissapearing."

"That's not what I meant Haruhi..." Ranka started, but he was cut off by Haruhi as she pointed to the clock, "You're going to be late dad."


She wandered the halls of the mall aimlessly, buying a few cheap things she needed as she passed them. She felt pretty pleased as she carried her bag with several boxes of her favourite mechanical pencils. She'd bought the larger boxes because she knew the host club was just going to steal and sell them on her again.

She was just starting to get hungry when she turned a corner and was met by a very unusual sight. Kyoya; at least she thought it was Kyoya, he was dressed far too casually for her to be sure, was staring at a sign on the wall, searching his pockets for something. Just as she was convincing herself it couldn't actually be Kyoya, a child ran by and into his leg. He turned to face the little boy and she instantly knew it was him. No one else could make a child cry by looking at him.

"Kyoya-senpai. What are you doing here?" She carefully approached him, unsure just how close she really wanted to get to the man who had proven himself to be unpredictable. His eyes fell on her and he brought his hand up to his chin, "Haruhi. How much money do you have on you?" He asked, taking note of her obvious discomfort at having run into him alone.


They sat at the table in the fast food joint, silence having just washed over them. She was rather insulted that after what had happened, he felt no need to be polite in front of her. He had stolen her first boy kiss, and charged her for it, making her feel a little like some kind of cheap whore. He had given her lingerie, although she had no real idea why he'd done that.

"Kyoya-senpia, you never did explain why you were here." She decided it help keep her sane if she redirected the conversation away from his manners. "I vaguely remember Tamaki saying something about a commoner expo, and then I woke up here. I'm assuming the idiot dressed me and carried me all the way here." He was rather embarassed at first, upon realizing he was wearing the same outfit he'd originally planned to wear to shock Haruhi, plus a vest he assumed his sister had put in his closet, but he was now rather happy as it had shocked her into buying him lunch. The blonde idiot had practically gift wrapped him a perfect commoners date with Haruhi. And he was going to be a much better date than Hikaru had been in Karuizawa.

The wandered around the expo, examining the various kiosks, and at one point, Kyoya accosted a fraudulent vendor. She was starting to think he actually had a softer side to him when they stumbled upon Renge in a book store.

"HARUHI-CHAN!" Renge squealed, tackling the small brunette, not having seen Kyoya in the next row of books. "Ah, Renge-chan, shhh! Kyoya-senpai is-" "Haruhi. Renge." He had made his way back to the aisle he had left Haruhi browsing in when he'd heard Renge's voice. He was only moderately surprised that Renge had apparently known Haruhi was a girl.

"Ah, Kyoya-senpai I can explain." Haruhi began waving her hands around frantically terrified of what Kyoya was going to do. No one outside of the club was allowed to know she was a girl, and she hadn't meant for Renge to find out, it was just she'd rather desperately needed some femenine products one day.

"No need for alarm Haruhi, Renge-chan is also a part of the club. There is no problem as long as she is keeping the secret as well." Renge was only slightly dissapointed at finding Haruhi and Kyoya alone, on what appeared to be a date, but she has been able to seperate Kyoya from the video game character she had fallen in love with. So, she supposed she wasn't jealous at all. After all it was only Kyoya, not Ichijo Miyabi; if it was Miyabi, she might have clawed out Haruhi's eyes. Maybe. The flames of Moe did make her slightly crazy at times.

"Ah, Haruhi, Kyoya, do you happen to know the time?" She asked histantly, trying to break the strange silence that had settled over them. "I think it's about three, why Renge?" "I'm doing a show up on the roof! You should come see it, it would be the perfect end for your date! Oh, unless he took you out for a nice dinner after! Moe, so romantic!"

Haruhi jumped as the word 'date' left Renge's mouth, her eyes immediately jumping to Kyoya for his reaction, hoping he would immediately deny it. He didn't. He seemed to be pondering the idea, with his wicked-sexy-smirk spreading over his lips. "Iie! No, Renge, it's...we're not...I just bumped into him here!" The brunette decided if the Ootori boy wasn't going to set things straight, she would. She would not let Kyoya get it into his head they could date; not after what had happened on the roof in Karuizawa.

"Moe! That's twice as romantic! It was meant to be! You just casually bumped into each other and decided to spend the day together!" The french girl had completely gone off the deep end in Haruhi's mind. How could she think anything involving Kyoya was..."Ah wait. She's probably picturing herself and Miyabi. That must be it."

"Indeed, Renge-chan, thank you for the suggestion. Perhaps I should treat Haruhi to dinner, she did after all buy me lunch." His slick words, said from behind his gleaming glasses, set the excited fangirl into over drive. "So romantic! I have to tell everyone!" She squealed, and tried to run out of the store, however she was stopped by the Ootori boy. "Ah, Renge-chan, I must ask you to keep this just between us. There would be such trouble if anyone found out."

At first, Haruhi thought he had actually said something sensible to the crazy Otaku, until Renge started off on a new tanget about how sweet and romantic their secret love was, just like Romeo and Juliet (although Haruhi decided then and there that of he killed himself to be with her, she would not kill herself to be with him.)

"Exactly, Renge."


Haruhi double bolted her door after she got home, thankfully having been able to slip away from Kyoya's dastardly plan by the unexpected appearance of the host club. Her purse was considerably heavier upon arriving home than it had been when she'd left, seeing as Kyoya had forced Tamaki and the twins (who had both his wallet and his phone the whole time) to pay her ten times what she'd spent.

The first month of the new semester went by quickly, with only a few episodes of Renge dragging Haruhi into empty closets and bathrooms to give her advice on her 'secret relationship'. The second month had been annoying, because Kyoya had been away on an extended business trip.

It was now the end of the third month and Haruhi felt like she was going crazy. Tamaki had been vehemently enforcing the family setting of the host club after having somehow picked up on the secretive looks shared between Renge, Kyoya and Haruhi. It became apparent to the latter that the 'king' was doing this to try and dissuade her from falling in love with Kyoya. Pfft, like she could ever love him.


October


No, seriously. She would never love him.


November


She couldn't, right? I mean sure he had gorgeous eyes, and he was awefully smart...but she couldn't love the rich bastard. Admire, maybe.


December


Renge had assaulted Haruhi the day before Christmas break and handed her a platinum coloured credit card. "Ah Haruhi! Yours and Kyoya's love has been so secret if I didn't know, I'd never have even thought! You must buy him something super romantic for Christmas! Let's go shopping, you can use my card!"

Haruhi twitched at the thought of trying to find something for Kyoya with Renge hovering over her shoulder. "What do you mean by romantic?" She asked hesitantly, loosening her tie as she pulled her costume for the day down from the shelf. Recently Renge had taken the opportunity to come and change with her, as the rest of the club had found them conversing about how they would eventually reveal her secret to the school.

"I can help you find some sexy Lingerie!" Renge squealed, making Haruhi nearly jump out of her skin. "Ah...Renge-chan...umm..I don't t-think that'd b-be a good idea..."She couldn't fight the stutter as the blonde leaned in close with a cheshire grin. "Awe, that's so cute! Have you two not gone to that level yet?"

"No. And I'd really rather not, I...want..to..." Haruhi struggled to find a suitable excuse, trying desperately to fight off the mental image of Kyoya pinning her to the bed (much like he had done at the beach house) with a blush. Fortunately, Renge assumed the blush was embarassment over whatever little 'secret' desire Haruhi had. "You want to save yourself for marriage?" "YES!"

That seemed like a reasonable excuse. It wasn't completely unheard of to wish that, although Haruhi had never considered it before. She knew that things happened and she held no illusions that she could escape those situations.

"Ok...how about a new computer?" She was glad the blonde had moved onto other possibilities but felt the need to voice that she "Didn't want to get him something and blow their cover."


"Absolutely not." Renge attempted to pull the brunette (now dressed up in jeans and a sweater after a stop off at the Fujioka residence) away from the display she had paused in front of. Inside the glass case was a very lovely set of pens, priced at exactly one million yen (the smallest amount Renge had allowed her to consider for the gift.)

"Why not? It's practical, within your price range, and no one would suspect we were..." She still had not gotten used to keeping the charade up with Renge; she'd tried to tell her they'd broken up in November, but after many tears on Renge's part, they had gotten 'back together.'

"But pens aren't romantic at all. Unless you engrave them!" Her eyes immediately lit up at the thought of a clandestine love note etched into a pen that Kyoya would never want to put down. "Uh...But Renge...I don't know what to write on a pen..." "Oh don't worry, I have the perfect idea!"

With that, Renge dashed off to find a sales representative to buy the pens, and have a secret love note enscribed on them.

She refused to let Haruhi see as they left the store, insisting it was a surprise.


It was the last day before Christmas break and Kyoya and Haruhi were alone in the club room, each trying to ignore the other.

Kyoya had been trying to think of ways to woo Haruhi back in September, until one of his investments had folded. He'd been scrambling to recoup his losses ever since, even goingg over seas to find new companies to invest in. At last, after two months of frustration, he'd managed to fix the problem and now he couldn't get the brunette out of his mind. The way she blushed when he spoke to her, no doubt remembering his demanding kisses, the way she glared as he added to her debt.

Haruhi fiddled with the fancy wrapped box in front of her for almost an hour before building the courage to stand from her seat. "Kyoya-senpai, are you busy?" She watched him shrug and close the laptop in front of him. "What is it Haruhi?"

She walked over to the couch he was seated on and thrust the presant into his hands, "M-merry Christmas."

He certainly had not been expecting anything from her, and was thus rather ashamed to admit he had nothing to give in return. He peeled the ribbon and paper away to reveal the glass case that held four silver pens. "How did you afford these?" He asked uncertainly, opening the box to pull out one of the exquisitly expensive pens.

"Ah...well, Renge insisted I had to get you something, and she forced her money on me." She was rather embarassed by the whole ordeal, if she'd been allowed to buy something simple, she wouldn't have had to use someone else's money to buy him a presant (which she'd hated doing.)

"My passion is hotter than the sun?" He read carefully from the side of the first pen with a raised eyebrow. "She...uh...was incharge of that part. Infact, the only thing I could take credit for was picking which pens." He sighed, placing the pen back in the box and standing up so he was towering over her.

In a flash his arms were around her waist (a feeling he had so missed) and his face was within an inch of hers. "Haruhi I don't epensive pens from my forbidden lover. All I would need is your company for the evening." She caught onto his double entendre quickly and blushed, "Pervert. Just as bad as Renge! And I am not your forbidden lover!" She tried to push away from him, but he was far too strong.

"I would have thought that would have been your first response." His lips brushed against hers as she spoke, making her mind go blank for a moment. She struggled to pull away again once she returned to her senses. "I felt bad buying something with her money, so I also bought something on my own." She handed him a smaller bundle and grabbed her bag, not wanting to see his reaction to the gift she had spent so much time on. "Happy holidays." She said, darting out of the room. He watched her go before unwrapping the second gift, finding an obviously hand made tie. It wasn't perhaps as nice as some of his purchased ones, but it was deifintely fine quality.


Januray


He had vainly struggled to find a gift to match the hand made tie she had made, but he found it hard to find anything that might be as special as the black silk tie. By the end of the vacation his only good idea was to work harder towards his financial goal so he could take her as his own in the public eye.


Awe silly Kyoya...could have gotten her something surely...if I was better at thinking of gifts :P

So, I finished this much faster than I thought I would, and it's even almost the same length as the previous chapter too! Give or take a hundred words or so.

I couldn't resist having Renge know Haruhi's secret, and Kyoya convicing her they were secret lovers like Romeo and Juliet. Don't worry, no double suicides later. Although (if you remember the original one shot,) there is a double homicide.

Haven't checked the spelling yet, cause I really want this chapter out tonight and I can no longer see straight due to my cold medicine (nasty little cold I caught). I'll fix it in a day or two.

Ciao 3