Author's Note: Yay reviews! They make me happy. And someone said they wanted to see things from Kyouya's point of view. I'm sorry, but this whole story is going to be from Haruhi's omniscient point of view. You'll still get the idea of how Kyouya's feeling, but it won't be as detailed as Haruhi. I'm entertaining the idea of maybe one chapter dedicated to Kyouya, but that's a big maybe.

Haruhi had a nice weekend. It was short, sweet, and well-needed. After last night and that surreal conversation with Hikaru, Haruhi was looking forward to going back to school where her classes made sense.

Except for, of course, Hikaru was a part of the Host Club which meant she would have to see him sooner or later. She wasn't doubting her decision, she was genuinely curious and wanted to see what all the fuss about drugs was. Her father had come home late, drunk, and giggly. She wanted to be as loose and happy as him, though she vowed never to let an addiction develop.

"Hello Haruhi," said Hikaru solemnly from behind her.

She cursed the wretched day; it was only morning and she'd run into Hikaru already.

"So…" he said, thinking of what to say.

"I'm still…uh…positive about my decision," she said, wincing at the abnormality of her tone. She was talking as if this conversation were about the weather, or the decision to form a study group or something.

"Well, okay, that's uh…okay," said Hikaru, running a hand through his hair nervously. "I told Kaoru, of course. Whenever you're ready we can…um, just let me know."

"I don't want you to feel weird, Hikaru," said Haruhi. "I'm only trying it."

He gave a nervous laugh and said, "Of course not. It's perfectly okay; you'll be perfectly okay."

"Okay."

Silence.

"So, maybe tonight?" said Haruhi.

"Sure."

The rest of the day went smoothly for Haruhi. She wasn't dwelling tonight like Hikaru was. To Haruhi, it didn't seem like a big deal. As previously mentioned, Haruhi was very open to new things. She was willing to do basically anything to feel happy and normal, so if there was a way, Haruhi would find it. Hikaru, however, was nervous all day. Although he firmly believed cocaine was okay and harmless, he was sure the other Host Club members would think so. Especially Tamaki. It wasn't as if Tamaki was a saint - he'd certainly dabbled in drugs - but he wouldn't be very happy to know his 'daughter' was doing them as well. Hikaru was unsure if Kyouya had ever done any sort of drug, but found it unlikely. Kyouya was too straight-laced and boring for that sort of thing.

After school at the usual Host Club meeting, Haruhi was running a bit late. She had been asked to stay after school by her biology professor - again he was asking if everything was all right. Haruhi was tired of saying, yes, I really am all right, professor, thanks for your concern. She rushed up the stairs and slammed open the door to the Third Music Room suite, panting to catch her breath.

"There you are Haruhi!" squealed Tamaki. She noticed that the twins jumped on the other side of the room.

"Sorry I'm late, senpai," she apologized, but gave him no explanation. He didn't need to know. He seemed a bit upset that she didn't tell him why she was late, but he continued anyway. Haruhi flopped down beside the twins and listened to Tamaki's crazy new schemes for the Host Club. Kyouya, as always, was not paying attention, and was in his own little cyber world. Haruhi wondered if when he was on the computer, he wasn't really attending to Host Club business but business of his own.

The meeting finally ended 45 minutes later, and Haruhi collected her things. The twins lingered by the door for her, trying not to look suspicious. Tamaki was still in the room, waiting for Haruhi to leave, being the gentleman that he was. Kyouya had long since packed his things and headed home. Haruhi noticed Tamaki shooting the twins suspicious glances.

"Aren't you leaving, Haruhi?" asked Tamaki expectantly.

Haruhi glanced quickly at Hikaru and said, "Um, yes. I think I'll just use the washroom first."

She left the room and walked down the hallway. She heard the twins say their goodbyes before they came running behind her, ushering her to hurry up to the limo waiting outside. They got in, and Haruhi felt a weird adrenaline rush. Like they were doing something completely exhilarating and exciting, except they really weren't - running away from Tamaki could hardly be considered exciting. It was an everyday thing, truth be told.

"Okay, so you're sure?" said Kaoru once safely inside the limo. "I don't want you to hate us forever if you don't like what you experience."

Haruhi rolled her eyes. "Trying it once can hardly affect our friendship."

They rode mostly in silence, except for Hikaru's attempts to break the ice and make conversation. When they arrived at the Hitachiin estate, it was predictably empty except for the random maid or butler. The trio did not rush to the backroom; they ate a snack, chatted amiably, and basically put off everything as long as possible. Haruhi was getting agitated now.

"So, shall we?" she said inclining her head upwards.

The twins gave each other a meaningful glance before leading Haruhi upstairs. There was a door in the bedroom leading to another small, backroom where there was a table with lots of pills and weird contraptions. Apparently Hikaru had understated quite a bit. The twins took a seat on the floor by the table, and, hesitantly, Kaoru demonstrated to Haruhi. He chopped the rock with a razorblade until it was a fine powder, and arranged the white powder in a line on a silver tin tray. He did this so expertly that Haruhi was sure he had done it many, many times before. He took out a banknote from his pocket, rolled it up until it was a small tube, and took a deep breath before lowering his face to the powder, and inhaling the white stuff with the banknote. It went up his nose, he sniffed and blinked many times, and handed the banknote to Hikaru. It was all fascinating.

Timidly, Haruhi stepped forward and took the banknote from Hikaru's outstretched hand. She sat and lowered her face…

A half hour later, Haruhi was afraid to go home. She was hyper, on top of the world, giddy, for God's sake, and she could not possibly let her father see her like this. Hikaru, who was just as bouncy as she, handed her a phone.

She stared at the dials, and the numbers just seemed to jump out at her and scream, "Do it, do it!"

She quickly dialed in her number before she lost her nerve, and her father answered.

"Is that you, Haruhi? Where are you?" he asked normally. He had no reason to suspect anything.

"Well, dad, I…I was wondering if I could spend the night at a friend's house," said Haruhi quickly. Her speech, as a side affect, was quick and frantic.

"Oh? And which friend is this? Some boy from the Host Club?" he asked, half teasingly and half sternly.

"Um…"

"I won't mind if it's Kyouya," said her father. "He's a respectable and sensible man."

"Yes, it's Kyouya," said Haruhi, lying through her teeth. "His father has invited me to stay. He's a very nice man and he has a lot of things to tell me about being a lawyer."

"That's great!" exclaimed Haruhi's dad. "Sounds like a good guy. Be sensible…and don't make me regret letting you stay there."

"Of course not," said Haruhi, cursing herself. She said goodbye and quickly shut the phone.

The truth was, she was only upset about lying. She wasn't upset about why she was lying, because in her opinion, this cocaine thing wasn't bad. She still felt like the same exact person, albeit a little happier and freer and lighter and better. It made her feel alive.

"Hey Kaoru, do you have a blanket? I feel a bit feverish," said Haruhi, in a fast and slurred manner. She was currently drawing a picture on the same table where the rest of the drugs were stored. She wasn't sure what the picture was of…all she could tell was that it was colorful and pretty. She liked it.

"I like your picture! Is it a girl?" asked Hikaru from behind her.

Haruhi giggled madly, "Of course not, silly! It's…it's a house! With flowers and a lake and…and um…I don't know, but it's pretty!"

Hikaru giggled beside her, and tried to rotate the picture - no matter how he looked at it, it simply did not look like a house. It was most definitely a girl…a very pretty girl with short black hair, large brown eyes, and a cute button nose…

Haruhi woke the annoying sound of a loud alarm clock. She looked around her, confused, and realized the time was ten to nine. She had to be at school by nine! She jumped up, and found that she was on the floor, with a passed-out Hikaru lying beside her. She found Kaoru sleeping on the other side of the tiny room, snoring loudly.

"Get up!" she yelled, shoving Hikaru. He groaned, annoyed, and turned over.

"We have school! Get up, get up!"

After a few minutes of prying and shoving, she managed to get the twins up. They were equally as surprised as she, and they frantically scrambled to get dressed in time for school. Haruhi ran to the hallway washroom - which was probably larger than her entire apartment - and found spare toothbrushes in the washroom closet. She freshened up, noticed some horrible bags under her eyes, and scurried out to the waiting limo. She didn't have time to look at herself, but she knew she looked like a mess. Her clothes were wrinkled and buttoned the wrong way and her hair was sticking in every direction. The twins didn't look much better, but they were more focused on making it to school on time, to be honest.

After school at the Host Club meeting, Kyouya pulled Haruhi aside, asking to talk to her in private. Everyone was confused; usually Kyouya had nothing to say and if he did, he could say it in front of everyone. But something he had to say exclusively to Haruhi was puzzling. Haruhi was frowning, confused, as she followed him outside of the Third Music Room. She knew that Tamaki would be itching to hear their conversation through the door.

"Haruhi, where were you last night?" asked Kyouya, skipping all the formalities.

"What?" asked Haruhi, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Your father called me last night, asking me to tell you that you have to be at work right after school. He seemed to think you were staying the night at my house. Any ideas why?" he asked, looking at her mercilessly. She could sense he was either really angry or trying really hard to mask his curiosity.

Haruhi gaped at him nervously. She said, "I, I was spending the night at Hikaru and Kaoru's house."

"And why did your father think you were spending the night at my house?" he pressed.

"Because my father likes you," said Haruhi truthfully. "He wouldn't have let me stay at the twins' house…he doesn't trust them."

"And he trusts me?" asked Kyouya, slightly surprised.

"I guess," said Haruhi, starting to redden. "He thinks you're a sensible gentleman, and he trusts you around me."

Kyouya chuckled, but there was no humor in it.

Haruhi was itching to ask him. "Kyouya-senpai, you didn't…tell my father where I really was, did you?"

"Now what kind of person would I be if I'd told him?" asked Kyouya.

Haruhi wasn't sure if he was being serious or not, so Kyouya elaborated, "No, I didn't. I just hope what you're telling me is the whole truth, so I won't feel guilty about it."

"I thought you didn't have a conscience," said Haruhi.

"I don't," said Kyouya flatly. "I'm just trying to save my own skin. I don't want your father to hunt me down and kill me. I wouldn't want to lose his trust now, would I? It might come in handy some day."

Haruhi wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but he was already walking back inside the Music Room, revealing Tamaki who's ear was against the door. He was upset because he still couldn't hear anything. Kyouya smacked the side of his head playfully and went back to his laptop, ready to play the role of quiet, cyber-boy once again.