*I do not own Ouran High School Host Club*
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**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.**
"Haruhi can you grab me that pen over there?" Kyouya called from his corner.
Haruhi gritted her teeth. She was right. In order to get her back Kyouya decided to order her around for the past few days. Typical Kyouya, get this, get that. She was sick of it. In fact she was just about done with the Shadow King and his annoying antics.
Haruhi sighed. She pulled a pen out of her pocket and walked over to Kyouya. She placed it on his desk and moved to turn away.
"Haruhi," Kyouya said slowly. "What do you mean by giving me this?"
Haruhi looked at him blankly.
"What do you mean senpai?" she said slightly confused.
"This pen Haruhi," he sighed.
"What about it?" Haruhi snapped.
"Well, Haruhi, it is not the pen I asked for, is it?" Kyouya replied coolly, eyes still glued to the laptop screen.
Haruhi nearly slapped him. The wrong pen. Seriously? The wrong pen! What a jerk, this game was getting a little too far out of hand for her liking. She was done playing along.
"You asked for a pen senpai, and I gave you one. I don't see what the big deal is here."
Kyouya shut the screen of his laptop. Slowly, he turned to face Haruhi. His face was cold and emotionless. He tapped his finger impatiently upon the desktop.
"Yes, but this…" he picked up the pen. "Is not my pen."
Haruhi threw her arms in the air. Whatever she did, she could never seem to please him. So, why bother? She made her way to the couches in the middle of the room and sat with Honey and Mori who appeared to be in the middle of a tea party with Usa-chan.
At least they wouldn't constantly antagonize her. It was days like this that Haruhi wished the members of the Host Club would just disappear. This was ridiculous!
"Haru-chan!" Honey cried. "Do you want to join our tea party? Here! Have some cake! It's Usa-chan's favorite!"
Honey leaned over and placed a piece of strawberry cake under her nose. Strawberries, they were her absolute favorite. But, as she was on an anti-host-club kick today and she refused his offer out of pure spite.
"Nah, that's ok Honey," Haruhi replied with a smile. "I think I'll be content sitting right here."
Haruhi shifted her place on the couch stretching out slightly and laid her head on Mori's lap. Mori's eyes widened for a second, but slowly he smiled. He allowed Haruhi to make herself comfortable. When she let her eyes close for a second he looked up at Honey who's eyes he felt rest on him. But, by the time he looked up Honey's attention was fully upon his beloved Usa-chan.
Kyouya shifted in his chair uncomfortably. How dare Haruhi just walk away from him like that! He gave her a direct order! Directions from an Ootori were meant to be followed. She walked straight on over to Honey and Mori. It made his blood boil. That woman was so disagreeable. In fact, right now he planned on telling her so.
Kyouya's fists clenched as he saw Haruhi sprawled out on Mori's lap. She and Honey were talking animatedly while Mori watched on silently. This was the second time this week he had seen Haruhi and Mori so close. He couldn't help but think, was there something going on between the senior and Haruhi. No, he shook his head, he would know about it. But, why did he care?
"Haruhi," Kyouya said sharply.
Haruhi didn't make any motion that she had heard him.
"Haruhi," Kyouya spoke a little louder.
"Honey?" Haruhi questioned. "Do you hear something?"
Kyouya thought that he would slap her right there.
"The silent treatment, Haruhi? How very grown-up of you. Need I mention that this little scene will add a considerable amount to your debt?" Kyouya smirked.
Kyouya could see the corner of her lips quiver, but she made no move to reply. Pleased with himself Kyouya walked back to his desk. But, that wasn't before he picked his favorite pen off the table. He was still quite peeved. That annoying commoner would pay for all the trouble she was causing.
