Quick Note: So tempted to make this the last chapter and just leave it here... but let's have a little more fun with this...

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Damn those twins! It had been almost a week already and my patience was wearing mighty thin.

Once I had explained myself to Tamaki and had vowed not to give up so easily, I had gone back to the twin's room, determined to break in if necessary, only to find it vacant. Next I checked the dining area, where I was informed by Honey, wearing a knowing smirk, that 'Haru-chan had already left the beach house to go play with the twins'. Sometimes his false innocence could really irk me… I might have glared in disapproval had it not been for Mori's ever watchful eye pinned to me from next to his cousin. Besides, rationally, I knew it wasn't Honey I was really mad at…

Knowing that I couldn't abandon my guests at my family's property to follow them, especially since we were planning to leave in only an hour anyway, I decided upon the next best thing. I had them followed.

Mature? Possibly not. Creepy? Maybe. Necessary? Absolutely… in my mind anyway. This was, after all, the Hitachiins we're talking about. They were always all over Haruhi, acting as if she was theirs… I felt my eyes narrow and lips tighten at the thought of them touching her.

I took a deep breath trying to calm myself and evaluate the situation properly. It was no big deal… I would just go to her house tonight once they'd dropped her off and be able to speak to her then, right?

Wrong. From the information gleaned from my employees tracking her, Haruhi had not returned home… she'd stayed at the twin's mansion instead. When I realized she wasn't coming home that night, I called her cell phone hoping she might still be awake… it was only a little after ten. At this point I was already pacing back and forth in my room, trying to expel my nervous energy. After the first few rings, I began to fear that she might not pick up. Trying to figure out what to say if it went to voice mail, my breath hitched when I heard the call answered. "Haruhi!" I said breathlessly before she could even acknowledge the call…

"Sorry, no… but you have reached her answering service. She is currently in the shower right now and unavailable… but maybe if you try again later… I could still block your call for you" Kaoru purred into the phone. With a snarl of exasperation, I hung up on the snide younger twin.

Trying not to let my ever growing agitation taint my voice, I quickly dialed Ranka's cell to see how he could approve of this! Apparently, the twins had their mom call Ranka and offer to take care of poor Haruhi while he was away for a few days. I can't help but feel that he might have been taken in by the mention of all the stylish dresses she had specifically designed for Haruhi and wanted her to try on… after all, he only went on and on about it for nearly an hour.

Okay, well played… I can admit a good move when I see one. So after I graciously ended the call with the over exuberant cross-dresser, I proceeded to weigh my options for the following day at school. The twins were smart, but they weren't always observant… they'd doubtless leave an opening at some point.

Wrong again. It was ridiculous the way they clung to her. Even if I could distract one with some scheme, the other wouldn't budge… as if taking turns guarding their precious toy. The entire day went on like this without getting so much as a minute alone with her.

Fine, I can be patient… I'll just plan for every possible contingency tomorrow… or so I thought. In the end, it was already Friday and this nerve-wracking game of keep away the twin's were playing had been going on all week! Funny though, in the few glimpses I was able to catch of Haruhi throughout the day, she seemed equally perturbed with the twin's behavior. I would have to use this to my advantage… between her clear irritation and a little improvisation, my endeavors would surely succeed.

My opportunity came just after the bell for lunch had sounded. When I was leaving my calculus class and turning into one of the halls with student lockers, I was bombarded by a frantic Haruhi looking wide-eyed behind her. Barely maintaining my balance and holding her so she didn't propel backwards herself, I quickly saw this as the opening I had been waiting for.

The first couple of days were fine… at least at that point the twins seemed to be being supportive. Aside from the nightly pageant shows that their mom kept having me perform for her, it was nice to get to spend some time alone with them and gather my thoughts. By about Wednesday, though, it had become glaringly obvious that they wouldn't leave me alone for a minute. Not only that, they wouldn't let Kyoya near me… and when had my phone gone missing!

At this point, it felt like they were more concerned with being possessive over their plaything, than to actually acknowledge what I wanted. It was ridiculous! I mean, I couldn't even go to the bathroom without one of them feeling the need to stand guard.

Every time I tried to confront them, it was always the same lines… 'We're just doing this to protect you'… or, 'don't you like spending time with us anymore?'… and on several occasions, they even brought out the, 'well at least it's better than us telling Tamaki about what we saw Mommy doing to his precious daughter'

By the end of the week, though, I really couldn't take any more of this. It had gotten to the point that I constantly rolled my eyes at their behavior, glared at all their comments, and swatted at all of their touches. Didn't they know that they were driving me freekin' crazy!

I had been looking for my opportunity to run all morning, but only when they seemed distracted by a few club clients at the end of our Biology class did I find my chance. Before they could even realize I was gone, I had grabbed my bag and bolted through the door. It would be lunch next, so if I could just escape, I might have one glorious twin-free hour to save my sanity!

I had been so quick that there was no one in the halls yet, which unfortunately meant no crowds to hide in. As I rounded the corner nearing the senior lockers, I looked behind me just to ensure that they had not caught up.

So far so good! I went to turn my head back around only to have the wind knocked out of me. I felt my center of gravity thrown off and was sure I was about to topple over, when a pair of strong arms snaked quickly around my waist. Only then did my eyes focus on what I had run into… a rather surprised looking Kyoya.

My heart was beating wildly as I looked into the eyes I had been yearning for all week. Even though I missed him, I don't think I realized quite how much until I was back in his arms. Before I could focus my train of thought and understand the current situation, I saw his eyes gleam as he quickly glanced around the hall.

Before I knew what was happening, in one fluid movement, Kyoya had swept us into a nearby locker, closing it carefully behind us. Even though I had known that Ouran's lockers were quite roomier than your typical public school lockers, it had never occurred to me that you'd be able to fit two people in one. Damn rich bastards!

Then again, even though we fit, there wasn't exactly a lot of room to move. It was then that I realized that in order to accomplish this task, Kyoya was forced duck his head slightly and had grabbed me around the waist to pull me flush up against him.

"Kyoya, what…" But I was soon shushed by his finger brushing against my lips as he used the tiny slits on the front of the locker to watch as the twins raced by. As he watched them, I watched him… the tension in his face, how he held his breath in anticipation, the glint from the streams of light on his glasses… but unable to really see his expressive eyes that I missed so dearly.

I felt his broad chest under my hands and his firm arm around my waist, how good he felt pressed against me and after few seconds passed, the warm breath he exhaled against my hairline. Both our hearts were racing, I could feel his under my hand, strong and warm… and beating a little erratic. He turned his gaze back to me, and I unconsciously wet my lips.

"Haruhi, I'm sorry…" he whispered heavily. And before I even knew what I was doing, my hands had left their position at his chest and were now snaking up to remove his glasses. I could hear his breath audibly hitch as I folded them and slipped them into his breast pocket.

Now I could see what I wanted… even though it was dim, I could read his every emotion like a book. In those endless pools of grey, I saw his feelings battling for dominance… fear, hope, guilt, and passion among them. I was entirely entranced, unable to look away, but not really wanting to either. He leaned towards me at a painfully slow pace… his eyes never leaving mine. As our lips met, my eyes slipped closed as I was taken over by the new sensation.

How I had missed this… it felt like electricity was coursing through my veins and I shivered in response. I felt my conscious mind slipping away as my hands slowly slid up his chest and around his neck. At this little encouragement, he deepened the kiss, pressing me up against the side of the locker only inches behind me.

As his lips inched away from my mouth and across my jaw line to my neck, his kisses starting to turn into little nips on my skin. I felt his hands come up and begin to loosen my tie, as I realized I was letting out small moans. Once the tie hung loosely undone at my neck, his kisses proceeded lower as his hands worked the buttons of my shirt. When he had reached my collarbone, he began to suck harder against my over sensitized skin leaving me completely incoherent.

It was only now that I was losing coordination and needing to hold on to him to steady myself that I realized that I had already removed his uniform jacket and tie. Once finished with the buttons on my shirt, his left hand cupped my face as his mouth came crashing back to mine. My tongue eagerly met his, returning its caresses. I felt myself gasp slightly at the sensation of his cold, gentle fingers brushing the skin at my waist. I opened my eyes to meet his watching me… almost questioningly. The only emotions left there now were need, passion… and affection.

Completely intoxicated by everything about him, I continued to kiss him feverishly as my eye lids fell slightly. His graceful fingers that had been massaging slow circles on my side slowly slid up, allowing his thumb to graze the skin just above my bra. I was overwhelmed as I arched my back, pushing into his hand, letting out a low moan as I softly bit his lower lip. I felt him stiffen against me, pressing into me, with a low growl escaping his throat. Both of his hands made their way down to my bare waist, effectively untucking my already unbuttoned shirt as he lifted me slightly, pinning me to the wall. Focused completely on the passion in his kiss, I unconsciously wrapped my legs around his waist as he slowly ground against me.

So absorbed were we in each other that it wasn't until we heard the low clearing of a throat that we realized we had an audience. Looking over to the now open locker, there stood a rather flushed looking Mori trying, in vain, to cover his cousin's wide eyes. Honey, who was peering between his cousin's fingers, just grinned widely at us. No one spoke and after a few seconds of awkward silence, Mori just shut the locker door.