They'd had to wait to be the last ones there before they could leave, so that no one would see them walking back to Haruhi's together. Since they were usually two of the last to leave anyway, this hadn't been a problem or raised any suspicions. So once everyone was gone, the two grabbed their bags and ventured on the three mile walk back.

On the plus side, since she'd had something to eat Haruhi was in a bit of a better mood then before.

But by the looks of it, Kyoya wasn't. He walked slightly slouched (a bit unusual for him, Haruhi thought.) and his bag thrown lazily over his shoulder. His glasses were flashing dangerously. Haruhi couldn't help but stare at his ruffled state as they walked- it was so unlike the Kyoya she came to know.

"Haruhi, what are you staring at?" Kyoya asked, a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

"Nothing. I just don't think I've ever seen you look so out of it before." The only time she could think of was when she'd ran into him at the shopping centre, but no, even this was different then that. This couldn't just be because he was hungry- she didn't think she'd seen Kyoya eat during the club, which meant he hadn't eaten since yesterday. And it wasn't just because he was tired, either, because Haruhi thought he actually looked quite awake. She had a funny feeling she knew what it was, but decided to ask anyway."Is something bothering you, Kyoya-Sempai?"

"You and I both know the answer to that, Haruhi."

She sighed a bit. "I'm sure your father will find a way to fix your bank accounts."

"Yes. As soon as he pays off six million yen debt." Kyoya responded with a small scoff.

"Maybe he should just join their club." She teased.

Haruhi could have sworn that there had been a quick, subtle smile on his face. She thought that must have been the first time he'd smiled all day. At least of what she'd seen, anyway.

"At least be glad that he already payed off your school fees so you don't have to transfer."

"Mm, I suppose."

They continued to walk.

"Hey, Kyoya-Sempai?" She started, once they reached her street.

"Yes, Haruhi?"

"I have to go to the market to get some groceries for dinner. You can go home, if you'd like."

Secretly, she wished he'd go home. She wasn't sure how much longer she could stand being with the Low Blood-Pressure Demon Lord. If they weren't walking in a strange sort of silence, he would be making some sort of snarky remark about whatever happened to have crossed his mind at that specific moment. Then it would be back to silence. If she could just get a couple of minutes away from him, hopefully he'd calm down at least a bit. Or, at the very least, get something to eat. Kyoya nodded.

"Any requests for dinner?" She asked.

"Not particularly. I'm not familiar with commoner's food."

Rich bastard.

Actually, she couldn't use that phase around Kyoya anymore, could she?

Ex-rich bastard.

There we go.

"Alright. Do you mind taking my bag back?" She asked, holding her bag out. He eyed it for a moment, but nodded and took it. "Thanks." She thought she heard Kyoya mutter something that sounded like a "you're welcome."

Haruhi turned the corner while Kyoya headed straight. She sighed. Finally, some alone time.

Much later, Kyoya layed on the futon staring up at the ceiling. The room had gone dark hours ago, but he didn't turn on the lights. He thought it might wake Haruhi and Ranka.

He sighed, running his hands through his hair. Damn his lying father. (Paying the taxes? Ha!) Now his entire plan was in jeopardy. His entire future. How was he supposed to become the Ootori successor if there wasn't even anything to success? Tamaki's voice came to his head.

If you really want to surpass your older brothers, you can do it Kyoya.

How was he supposed to pass his older brothers now?

And, on a considerably smaller scale, how was he supposed to fund for the Host Club?

Damn his father.

Kyoya checked his wristwatch, squinting at it in the darkness. Two-thirty AM.

Damn his stupid insomnia.

Maybe some tea would help him fall asleep. He just hoped that Haruhi had some. Kyoya, not bothering to put on his glasses, pushed himself up and into a standing position, then made his way over to the small kitchen. He turned on the kettle, and began to look for the tea.

After opening several cabinets, he finally found some green tea. It seemed to be all that the Fujioka's had. While not his personal favorite, it would do. Kyoya put the tea on the counter, and began to look for the tea cups. Finally, he found them.

And accidentally knocked one off the counter, making it fall to the ground with a horrifying crash.

Then in the darkness, he stepped on some of the broken shards, which pierced the bottom of his foot. Kyoya hissed and clutched his foot, trying not to bleed over the floor.

Oh, damn it all.

He had to hop one-legged to Haruhi's bedroom. Then, removing one hand from his foot, which was now covered in blood, he knocked on her door. There was silence.

She's probably asleep, you idiot.

He opened the door.

"Haruhi?"

He saw a lump on the bed that he could only assume was Haruhi. Then he watched as it moved around, and finally a head popped up, followed by arms and a torso.

"Kyoya-Sempai?" She asked, her voice tired and sleepy. "What are you doing in my room at-" her eyes traveled to the alarm clock on her beside table, "-two thirty in the morning? If you're going to be living here we really need to have a talk about this staying up late thing, you know. You may not need your sleep, but I sure do."

"Do you have a first-aid kit?"

She apparently, just noticed him clutching his foot. This seemed to get her awake, and she hopped out of bed and hurried over to him, flicking on the light.

"Are you alright? What happened?" She asked, leading him over to her bed and sitting him down. But she didn't give him time to answer before she continued. "Wait here. I'm going to get some towels so you don't bleed all over my bed." And she was gone, then a few moments later she returned with a couple of towels and a first aid kit. She sat down beside him and put the towel on her lap, then moved his foot onto the towel so she could get a better look. This cause Kyoya to lay down.

"It's pretty deep, but I don't think you'll need stitches." She concluded after a moment of examination, opening up the kit. "How did you manage to do this?"

"There was an incident with a tea cup. I was making some tea and dropped it, and I accidentally stepped on the glass in the dark." She was pulling out some disinfectant now, and put some on a small washcloth.

"You broke one of my tea cups?" She asked, dabbing his cut with the cloth.

"I'm sorry, I'll replace it."

"With what money?"

Oh. Right.

Haruhi sighed. "It's fine." She paused as another thought occurred to her. "What are you doing up so late, Kyoya-Sempai?"

"I couldn't sleep." He said, hissing a bit as Haruhi cleaned his wound with the disinfectant.

"Why not?"

He shrugged.

Apparently, she saw past the shrug.

"You're worried about your family's money, aren't you?"

There wasn't any point in putting up an act around Haruhi. He slammed his fists on the bed. "I've worked so hard to become my family's successor. To surpass my older brothers. Now what? Was that all for nothing?"

Haruhi looked up from the cut and stared at him.

"You're still going to become your family's successor, Kyoya-Sempai. If you really want to surpass your brothers, you can do it. Don't give up just because of a set-back. I have complete faith that this will all work out in the end."

Faith.

What good was faith?

Still...

"If you really want to surpass your brothers, you can do it."

Kyoya let out a low chuckle.

"What's so funny?" She asked, putting a band-aid over the cut.

"Tamaki said something similar when we were just becoming friends." He said after a moment, with a slight shake of his head.

"Well, then you know it's true." She pushed his foot off her lap, and he sat up again. She closed the kit, and folded up the bloody towel.

"Thank you, Haruhi."

She blinked at him, then smiled. "Just get to bed, Sempai. We don't want another repeat of yesterday."

Woo, Kyoya's P.O.V. I was already planning on having his POV in this chapter, so the question about if I could have his in it is answered with a YES.

I'll be having more Kyoya-POVs in the future.

Thank you for reading, and please tell me what you think so far!