Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Gosh. It took me for freakin' ever to rewrite. It turned out completely different than I had anticipated, buuut it's much better than the original piece, so I'm pleased.

Now, please enjoy and remember to review! P.s. I will be updating this chapter once I get the edited version from my beta! I LOVE YOU CANDYMAIDEN. (:

You would think that when she returned home, life would seem different because of the discovery of her pregnancy….but that wasn't the case at all. Returning home seemed to be like every other day for her- same chores, same silence and same security. Haruhi wandered into her bedroom immediately after returning home, ignoring her father's requests to spend the day with him so they could talk. Her boring brown eyes scanned over the bedroom. Her bed was still made the same as before, like it had been before she had left for school that day.

Her lips curled downward at the thought of school, but it didn't stop her from laying herself gently on the bed. She twisted herself into a comfortable position, her head buried beneath an arm as she gently breathed from her nose.

How could this have happened? She wondered hopelessly as she adjusted herself again so she was lying on her back. The brunette attempted to make sense of everything that had happened, but found it to be impossible- nothing seemed to make sense, her thoughts a big jumble of gush and nonsense. The idea that she bore the offspring of her rapist seemed more and more likely as it continued to pass through her mind.

Could she hide the pregnancy like she had planned? What if people found out? What would they say? Would Kyoya try to harm her anymore?

Kyoya was not a stupid man, so he probably realized that Haruhi could easily claim rape with the DNA within her womb if she pressed charges. But, then again, it had been at least a month since the attack; people could assume that she was only claiming rape to gain some money from him. Everything was, in a way, working against her. The secret was something she was just going to have to keep to herself…at least…for now. Well, technically it wasn't just her secret- apparently Hunny and Mori knew too. They could (and most likely would be) a threat to her keeping the secret safe and under wraps. Instantly, panic rushed through her like a bullet tearing through skin.

She sat up, pushing herself up from the ground to walk back into the kitchen. She looked around carefully- her father was nowhere to be seen, which was good for now. The brunette grasped the phone with a shy hand, but immediately dialed Mori's cell phone number into it.

There were a series of short rings before she came to his voice mail. Haruhi didn't bother leaving a message, and decided to call Hunny's phone as well. There was one ring before she heard him finally answer.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Hunny, it's Haruhi," she greeted kindly. There was a small gasp of excitement before he finally answered.

"Oh my gosh! This is the first time you've ever called me, Haru-chan!" the blonde exclaimed in awe. "This is so exciting! We can talk about anything now! Boys, girls, pastries, school-"

"Actually," Haruhi said slowly, "I was looking for Mori…"

"Oh."

He sounded seriously hurt by that, and she instantly felt horrible for saying anything. She could have talked to him for a few seconds; it wouldn't have been a big deal for her to start a simple conversation with him.

"But after I talk to him," she lied, "we can talk."

"Okay!" Hunny squeaked. "Hold on a sec, kay?"

"Sure."

It was silent of the other line for a second, and Haruhi shifted her weight to her other foot, her hand resting on her stomach. She let her hand move against the surface of her belly softly, humming to herself while she waited.

"Hey," greeted a deep voice. It startled Haruhi, and she nearly fell over in surprise.

"H-hi. How are you?"

"Fine. Now what do you want?"

"We were supposed to talk, but we really never got the chance to…" Her voice trailed off, her head filling with painful memories of yesterday afternoon. Goosebumps rose on her skin, her head ached suddenly. "We can talk now," she continued softly.

"Alright…"

"I want to know exactly what you know, Mori."

"I know that he used you, Haruhi. He did awful, disgusting things to you. And the next time I see him, I should break his neck-"

"If you do that, I'll lose you forever, Mori."

It grew awkward as her words settled into both of their brains and she suddenly realized what that implied. Haruhi coughed, shifting unto the other foot once more. Mori did the same, but she wasn't sure if he had moved too.

"I meant, you'll go to prison…," Haruhi corrected. And she had meant it that way from the beginning- she loved Mori, but in a brotherly way and nothing more. She could never see herself having a serious future with a man that barely spoke two words in public. Yet, he was still a great friend and the closest thing she would ever have to having an actual sibling.

"But he deserves to pay, Haruhi. What he did was the worst thing a human could possibly do," the quiet boy muttered into the phone. "And if you refuse to tell people what happened, I'm going to end up killing him."

"So basically, you're saying if I don't tell, you're gonna kill him?" she wondered aloud.

"Yes."

"Well," the teen sighed, "this just sucks."

"I guess…"

It grew quiet on both ends of the phone as she tried to process all that had been said. She opened her mouth to speak again when she was interrupted.

"Are you going to keep the baby?" Mori questioned. She bit the side of her lip, wondering if she should lie or not; she knew that Mori would be opposed to her keeping the baby (for obvious reasons). She didn't want to upset him, but she also didn't want to lie to someone she cared about.

"Yeah, I am."

"Why?"

"Because…I shouldn't murder a child because of who the father happens to be. That would be, in a way, bias and I'm not that kind of person," the brown-eyed girl explained wandering back into her room to sit on the ground. She wrapped a blanket around herself to keep herself warm. Mori mumbled something to himself that was probably supposed to be his way of coping with her decision.

"I guess you're right," he finally said, defeated. She smiled half-heartedly and laid her free arm across her stomach in a way of protecting her baby. "Are you excited?" Mori asked after a moment.

"Sure. Well, I'm not looking forward to the pain, but everything else, yes."

"I see…"

"Are you tired, Mori?" she questioned, almost laughing. It seemed impossible that the strong, tall, dark, quiet Mori could get tired, but he was human too.

"Yes,' he admitted."

"Then put Hunny back on the phone and we'll talk tomorrow. Okay?"

"Okay…talk to you later."

It was silent as Mori gave the phone back to Hunny. She waited patiently, petting her stomach as to pet the baby that grew beneath the flesh.

"So what do you want to talk about!" Hunny asked sweetly as he got back on the phone. Haruhi couldn't help but giggle kindly at his cuteness, grinning from cheek to cheek.

"Anything, Hunny."

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For the next three months, Haruhi was forced to wear baggier clothing and deal with the intense, silent battle between Kyoya and Mori that remained unknown to everyone except Hunny and herself. The other host members merely decided to keep out of it, guessing it was just a battle over who liked Haruhi. Sadly, she knew that wasn't the case at all, but sometimes she wished it was.

Some days the Host Club would be almost completely empty of customers, and, luckily, today was one of those days.

Haruhi's light eyes peered out of one of the large windows, staring blankly at the clouds that were scattered randomly around the vast, blue sky. Her mind was focused on almost nothing, and for once, she was finding peace in absolutely nothing. She allowed a faint smile to tease her pale pink lips as the sun rays caught the side of her face, lighting her pale face up.

She crossed her legs slightly, leaning more against the corner of the wall as she focused more on the small details of life that she believed everyone should focus on. A cool swarm of air brushed her cheek like a gentle hand caressing her. It warmed her deeply, her eyelids slipping close just one brief moment of absolute peace.

A tap on her shoulder interrupted her period of meditation, causing her to glance up at the tapper.

"Something wrong?" Kaoru wondered out loud, moving to stand in front of her. His eyes were wide with concern, but a gentle smile reassured her that he was willing to talk with her.

"No, I was just spaced out," she replied. "It's so pretty outside, and just got caught up in it all."

"Yeah, happens to me all the time."

They both grew quiet and both began to peer out of the window, but this time, Haruhi was focused on the side of Kaoru's face. He had a softer complexion then Hikaru, and more gentle eyes. His lips were curled up to form a sheepish grin, his nose adorably scrunched as he focused on the sights outside. Haruhi felt comfortable from being around him, and for once, she felt like perhaps life wasn't so bad. The twin turned his head slightly, his glance switching to her and she quickly looked away back out the window.

Kaoru smiled at the pink flush on her cheeks, "Haruhi, would it be alright if we talked about something?"

"The something being…?"

"Me, I guess."

"Alright, what about you?" she asked, looking back at him again. For once, his eyes were averted like he was very confused and nervous about things. You see, Kaoru was that type of guy that could manage to keep a smile on his face even when the most serious of things were happening. So seeing him in this sort of manner was very off putting to Haruhi. "Are youalright?" the brunette questioned.

The red-head nodded, his gaze averting to something on the ground. "I think…" His voice broke off and for a brief moment, it almost seemed like he was going to cry. Concern surfaced on her face, placing her hand on his softly. His eyes glanced up her, his eyelashes moist with the tears that had not yet fallen. The boy's frown curved back up into a crooked, reassured grin. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling roughly. "I think I'm gay."

She blinked at him, "And?"

"What do you mean 'and'?" he asked insulted slightly.

"Why is that such a big deal?"

"Because… I mean… don't you find it weird that I like the same sex as you?" The male Host obviously was trying to fathom why she wasn't totally freaking out, which made her almost giggle at the childish pout that settled on his face.

"Nope." Her answer, for some odd reason, seemed bold-outrageous. He stared at her for a moment before softening in the face.

"God that's such a relief!" he exclaimed, sighing enthusiastically. "I thought you were gonna hate me!"

She laughed, "Why?"

"I thought you liked me," the gentler twin admitted. They both giggled loudly, clenching their stomachs as they continued to laugh harder and harder to the point that their stomachs ached.

"Oh no!" Her face flushed. "I mean… uh… you're cute and all, but, like, I was never really interested in you… Oh geeze, I mean-"

"Shh, Shh." Kaoru placed a finger on her lips to shush her. "I understand what you mean."

They began to talk briefly about his realization of orientation while the others finished up catering to the needs of the guests. She felt accepted when she was around Kaoru, and she knew why- he was calm, humorous and knew exactly what to say to get you to feel at ease when he was around. Talking with him felt like a breeze of air, one that swallowed her completely and ate away at all the discomforts in her life.

"So, wait, you never told me exactly why you think you're gay," Haruhi pointed out, shifting into a more comfortable position; her butt was beginning to fall asleep, and she hated that numb, tingly feeling she got when it did.

"Oh… well, I was in Biology last week," he began, his fingers playing the ends of her hair, "and I started to just not pay attention anymore out of boredom. I kept looking around until I noticed this boy that sat beside me. He has thick, brown hair and hazel eyes. His skin is kind of tan, too, now that I think about it… anyway, I was staring at him for like twenty minutes when I suddenly felt my face get all warm."

He paused, coughing for a brief moment of time before continuing. "I started to find myself thinking about him all day, every day and I kept asking myself 'why'. Then I started wondering… 'hey… maybe I like him'. So that's basically what happened, I suppose."

"You know, you could just be bisexual," the brunette said.

"I actually thought about that too, but, I don't really find myself attracted to girls like my brother does. At first I thought maybe we just had completely different tastes, but recently, I have literally felt nothing for any girls who have approached me, seeking my companionship."

"So what are you gonna do about that boy?"

"Since I'm not exactly sure how he feels about boys or girls, I'm just gonna stare from afar with a keen eye," he murmured with a sigh behind his voice. The disappointment in his voice was evident. The girl studied the frustration in his brows, and smiled at him.

"If it was meant to be, things will work out in the end… you know what I mean?"

"Yeah…Thanks for listening, Haruhi. I appreciate it a lot-"

"Haruhi," Kyoya interrupted, stomping over with his face buried behind a clipboard. "May I speak with you out in the hall for a moment?"

"Can we talk later? I was in the middle of a discussion-" She was rudely interrupted once more.

"I'm sorry to intrude, but I have other matters to attend to," he explained "I have no room later in my day to speak to you."

The air between them was airy. Cold. Bitter. Their gazes met in the middle, sending electricity down her spine. Small goose bumps appeared on her flesh, and feelings of anger spread through her. She suppressed her frustration, though, and moved towards Kyoya before turning back to look at the twin and excuse herself.

"After you," she muttered under her breath. He studied her before huffing and sauntering off towards the hallway. Haruhi followed after with a firm arms wrapped around her stomach. She told herself to keep calm and keep taking deep breaths to prevent any sudden outbursts.

The hall was empty, only filled with muffled sounds that came from beneath the crack of the door that led to the Host Club. There was an awkward aura set between the two, making her stomach clench slightly with anticipation. What did Kyoya want? What could he possibly have to say to her?

Her eyes drifted from the floor to the boy, staring at him through the corner of her eyes. Kyoya was staring blankly at the wall in front of him. His chest rose and fell with a normal, steady pace that seemed almost relaxing. Suddenly, he snapped his head to stare at her with a hand deep within one of his pockets.

"I need you to disappear," he announced. "You've become an absolute nuisance to my life. How much will it cost to get you to go far from here?"

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