Midnight4568: The fluffiness semi-starts here! It will be continued in the next chapter!

I am a little sorry for this chapter, I know where I'm going with the story and what I want to happen, I just have to progress to it. Sorry if it doesn't really live up to the previous chapters...

I'm sorry for any mistakes, and for the way I space my paragraphs. Though my care factor for that is quite low... :P Have fun Reading (And Reviewing!)

Kyoya readjusted the glasses on his face, a smirk still plastered there from his visit with Haruhi, He did hope she'd heed his advice and take at least one day from school to re-coup. His car was still waiting out the front of her apartment complex, the driver fast asleep in the front seat. He tapped lightly on the window, startling him awake, and then placed himself in the back seat, pulling out his black book and writing down a few words about his encounter with her, about her obvious lack of sense of wellbeing and her odd love for school.

"MOMMY!" Tamaki cried out as Kyoya walked into Music Room #3.
"What?" He glared at him, his time at Haruhi's had messed up his normal 3am bed time, switching it up to about 5am, and he had no energy to deal with Tamaki's antics today.
"Haruhi is missing!" He squealed, "We have to go and find her!"
"And leave the guests?" Hikaru interjected.
"Yeah boss, you can't just keep shutting down the Host Club, we've already closed twelve days this year", Kaoru added.
"Guys?" Haruhi called out from the doorway.
"Haruhi!" Tamaki called and bounded over to her, he took hold of her shoulders and squeezed her against him tightly, "Where have you been?"
Haruhi checked her watch, "Senpai, I'm seven minutes late. Calm down", she said, muffled by his jacket.
"Haruhi? Can I speak to you for a moment?" Kyoya slammed his book down on the table and flopped down into the chair.
Haruhi sighed and pushed Tamaki off her, and set herself down opposite Kyoya, "Yes?"
"I'd hoped my visit last night would have changed your mind about coming today."
"I came a little later than usual?" She shrugged, "Though that was partly because you kept me up until two in the morning."
"Seven minutes in hardly late Haruhi", he pushed his glasses higher up on his face, "Would you be completely opposed to me taking you home?"
"Absolutely."
"I thought as much", he sighed.
"Can I get up now? I kind of had stuff to do…"
"How are you not completely drained of energy? After being up at your house all night I didn't get to sleep until 5am", he yawned, as if exaggerating his point.
"WHAT?!" A squeal rang out through the room.
"Hmm?" Kyoya hummed lazily.
"What were you doing at my little Haruhi's house?" Tamaki roared as he ran across the room, he grabbed hold of Kyoya's shoulders, "Don't you dare touch my little girl again!"
"Oh please!" Kyoya scoffed, shoving Tamaki's hands off of him and standing up, "Don't you think if I'd wanted to do anything like that with Haruhi we'd be here at school today?" He smirked and picked up his book, "If anyone needs me, I'll be in the kitchen", he waved his hand dismissively.
Tamaki's gaze followed him until he was out of site, then he turned on Haruhi, "What did Kyoya do to you? Tell Daddy!" He grasped her arm and pulled him towards her roughly and stroked her hair.
Haruhi stood frozen for a moment, her body completely tensed.
"Boss!" Hikaru yelled.
"Let her go, you'll suffocate her!" Kaoru finished. The twins rushed over and pried Tamaki's arms from around her, much to his protest, and then swept her away into another room.

After a few guests had visited Haruhi, her business had basically died off completely. She went to steal away for a few minutes of privacy, but Kyoya stepped out of nowhere and grabbed her by her arm, "Come on", he towed her behind him, his hand slipping from above her elbow, down to grasp her hand, she supposed, to look less like he was pulling her and more like he was guiding her.

Kyoya's car had been waiting at the schools front gates, naturally. Kyoya opened her door for her and she had assumed he was going to go back inside, but instead her gestured for her to move over, and he slipped in beside her. They were driving for a moment before he asked, "Do you want to go eat before I take you home?"
"No", she snapped a little too harshly, she breathed out, "Sorry. No, I don't want to go home. I was fine at school, actually."
"I don't particularly care how you think you were feeling", he sniffed, "Now, do you want to eat or not? I'll pay."
She sighed heavily, "Fine."
"Good", he smiled, rather than his usual smirk; it was an actual soft smile.

They had a quick lunch at some fancy restaurant in which the hostess had basically worshipped the floor that Kyoya walked on, Haruhi muttered 'Damn rich kids' at least five times. Kyoya on the other hand had been suspiciously quiet, he was never really one for small talk, but normally he had at least a few questions for her, in order to keep the silence from becoming deafening.
"Something on your mind Senpai?" Haruhi questioned between mouthfuls.
"Hmm? No, not really Haruhi. Just working through the clubs finances", he rested his head on his hand that he'd propped up on the table.
"I have one more question."
"What's that?" He asked lazily.
"Why're you being so nice to me today? Normally you're all cold and distant when you've got no reason to be otherwise."
"That's a good question Haruhi", he smirked, "Could it not be that maybe I just care for your wellbeing?"
"No. It couldn't", she said flatly, "Perhaps I'm bringing in enough customers at the club to actually be making a profit for you?" She mused.
"Yes", he drawled, "That must be it", he closed his eyes for a minute, "If you're done, might we go? I'm quite tired."
Haruhi stifled a yawn, "Yeah, I'm finished. Just take me home, I figure there's not really much point to fighting with you is there? You always end up getting what you want."
Do I really, Haruhi? He thought, but was too tired to find a way to phrase it properly.

They both slumped down in the back seats of Kyoya's car. Kyoya looked down at Haruhi after they'd been driving for a few minutes, she had fallen fast asleep, her body involuntarily curled towards him, a little bit more each time the car was jolted. He studied her face, unmoving he could see the deep, dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept for days. He mulled that over, perhaps she hadn't slept for days? That would make sense, in fact that might actually explain why she always looked sad. But why hadn't she been sleeping? He'd be sure to ask her when she woke up, for now, he'd let her sleep. The car began to slow up in front of her apartment building, Kyoya reached and tapped on the divider between himself and the driver, "Keep driving please, don't stop until I tell you."
"Of course, sir," He nodded.
Kyoya settled back in his seat, feeling Haruhi rest her head on his shoulder, he allowed himself to rest his head on hers and fall to sleep as well.