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Kyouya waited for Haruhi in the Music room. As she closed the door she let out a long breath. "Haruhi?" She turned around. "How are you?"

"Good." She walked over and sat down across from him on a couch. They both sat there in the silence, awkwardly. Haruhi looked down at her hands. Kyouya looked up at the ceiling. "How are you?"

"Good." He answered soon after. "Good…" He let his hand set on the couch next to him, drumming his fingers, lightly. "So, how was your day?"

She looked to him. "It was…good." She nodded her head. "Yeah." She looked away. "Good."

The awkwardness filled the room and just wouldn't stop filling it until it seemed to choke the air around them.

He just refused to ignore her or what happened and he decided that he was going to talk to her today no matter how strange it would be.

You see, after Kyouya had left the room last night - and her after him - she ran and grabbed his hand.

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"Kyouya!"

He turned around, surprised to see her there. "What?"

She looked down to the ground, though her right hand still held his left wrist, loosely. "I…I don't know."

He turned away. "What is that you want, Haruhi?" They stood like that for a moment. Then, shifting his hand so that he was holding hers, he brought his right up to cover the top of her hand as well. "You never just…say what you want."

"I don't know what I want." She looked at his hands holding hers. "I'm so confused."

He closed his eyes, trying to stay calm. So annoying... Then he thought about it. He supposed it made sense. Three men you know trying their best to win you at once. It would be difficult. Especially if you felt anything for any of them. Then he realized. He turned back to her. She was looking down as he held her hand. She must actually feel something for him if she was standing here with him. If she was confused like this. If she was trying to figure it out.

Then all at once he pulled her to him and held her close. Her eyes widened as she was enveloped by his arms. Slowly, she closed her eyes, and he brought his arms up her back, holding her even closer. She wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes, tight.

Suddenly, she was safe and warm.

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"I'm glad you had a good day." He smiled.

"Thanks." Haruhi smiled.

He drummed his fingers on the couch again. "So, what are your plans for the rest of the day? Are you and your dad doing anything?"

"Oh, no. Dad's working. I'll just be studying or whatever."

"Oh." He nodded. "Yeah. Me…me, too."

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Finally, they broke the embrace and Kyouya looked at Haruhi, though he had let his hands fall down to her waist, and was still holding her as they parted. He brought his right hand up and moved her hair back and behind her ear. She laughed. "You really are something, Haruhi."

She looked away. "No, I'm not. I'm just a 'commoner.'"

He took her hand. "Haruhi." She looked back. His serious tone was enough to make anyone look quickly. "There are people who are born into a life like mine, or Tamaki's or any of ours. And there are people who are born into a life like yours. It doesn't make us who we are."

Her eyes widened. "Kyouya?"

"You taught me that." He moved his glasses up. "You may live a common lifestyle. But I am smart enough to know…that you are no commoner."

She just looked at him. After a few moments of the silence, and their closeness, and Kyouya's holding her hand, he leaned forward and kissed her.

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"Oh, that's cool." She smiled. "…Yeah." She thought she had something else to say after that, but then she realized she didn't. Dammit. Then there was the silence again. Dammit. Dammit, Dammit.

He finally just said, "Haruhi, about last night-"

"Yeah, about last night," Haruhi sat forward, "We really should talk about that."

His eyebrows raised. "I wasn't expecting you to want to talk about it."

"Well, I was afraid you wouldn't…want to." She paused. "Talk about it."

"Yes, well." He sat back and crossed his legs. "Is there anything specific you'd like to say?"

"No, well just that. We should talk… About it?" Dammit! What was that? She growled to herself.

"Well, yeah. That sounds good. I was thinking we could decide if what happened seemed like a good thing or not. If you were comfortable with it."

If 'you' were comfortable with it, he said. She thought about this. If 'you' were comfortable with it. That means…that he was probably already comfortable with it. Hmmm. "I think…so." She looked down at the couch, which she had set her hand on. "I think so." She glanced at him. Then she thought about it again. Wait. Let's not be rash. Oh, no…

Then she felt something. She looked up and Kyouya had moved and sat down next to her on the couch. "Do you like me, Haruhi?" He was sitting rather close to her. She froze. Having Kyouya this close to her after what happened last night made everything inside of her just go haywire. It was like something went off and nothing seemed to make sense anymore. She wasn't sure what had happened; what was going on? "Haruhi?" He put his arm out to rest on the back of the couch and sat forward, closer to her.

"Uh…" She gripped her hands. "Yes? I mean what! What?"

"Do you like me? It's as simple as that."

She looked around the room, thinking about everything that she could say, trying to get out of the situation, avoiding the topic. Gah! Why was he making her answer this question!? She closed her eyes, trying to get two or three more precious seconds. Then, finally, she just put her arms out and lunged forward, creating a muffled and startled cry from Kyouya.

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After the kiss, Haruhi stepped back and they both looked at each other. The music was playing downstairs, and yet it seemed completely silent. Neither of them knew what to do or say and it seemed as though hours had gone by.

"Right then, see you tomorrow."

That was all she had said. And then she was gone. But the thing was, she hadn't moved back, and she hadn't been the one to break the kiss, either. In fact, she had wrapped her arms around Kyouya as he kissed her.

But still, "Right then…"

And that was it.

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Kyouya couldn't help but have his eyes open in astonishment as Haruhi pushed him back and onto the couch as she moved her arms around his back and went to kiss him. She obviously wasn't very good at this sort of thing because she kind of missed his mouth the first time during the whole 'pushing you back and to a laying position on the couch', but she tried to make up for it by being as 'sexy' as Haruhi could possibly be, being Haruhi. He tried not to laugh, knowing it would surely be the end of the entire thing. He was just hoping she wouldn't hit his head on the arm rest.

She moved her right arm around his back, but between his suit jacket and his shirt so she was closer to him, and brought her hand up the back of his neck. She felt so awkward; she had absolutely no idea what the hell she was doing. But, God, kissing Kyouya felt good. She nearly stopped. Kissing Kyouya felt good? What the hell?

Kyouya lay there with Haruhi on top of him, knowing that she probably had absolutely no idea what she was doing, and yet, hell it still felt like heaven. God, kissing Haruhi felt good. She nearly stopped for a moment, though, and he wondered why. He looked to her and put his hand up to her face. She smiled.

He kissed her, turning over so that she was near the inside of the couch and he was looking over her. Moving his right hand down her side he began kissing her neck. She closed her eyes and turned her head up, putting her hand on his shoulder. He held her waist, then moved his hand around to her back. As he was moving farther down her neck Haruhi said, "Kyouya…"

He pulled her closer to him; she wrapped her left leg around him, and could feel his body heat around her. He spoke. "Yes?"

Then the door to the music room opened and they could hear Tamaki yell. "Haruhi!? Kyouya? Are you in here?"

They both stopped.