Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran...

Author's Note: Hi there. I said I'd update before 2009 and I did!!! Just two days before, but hey, I did it. Now I apologize for the my OC Kyoya, but I like the couple. Sigh. Enjoy.

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Besides just his hand under my chin, Kyoya took his other arm and wrapped it around my shoulders. I was caught. Though, I don't remember resisting him. I just stood there like a dummy and let him do as he wanted. Too many thoughts were rushing in my mind for me to think about what was happening. Why? Why me? Why here? Why now? The kiss itself couldn't have lasted longer than fifteen seconds, but I had so many questions.

But first I wanted to slap him. For kissing me (almost) against my will. How was I supposed to push away someone much taller and stronger than me?

"Kyoya-senpai?" I asked confused after he pulled away and we both opened our eyes again.

"Senpai," he murmured to himself with a little chuckle. "You didn't understand a word I said." This time he was more bitter.

"Am I supposed to not be shocked whatsoever? I wasn't exactly expecting this…" I replied.

"I don't know," he sighed, looking perplexed as he lowered himself into a chair. "I'm sorry. This was a mistake."

I bit my lip. "Oh."

"It was stupid of me to come here to begin with. I'll be leaving now," he continued, standing up off the chair. He looked behind himself. I didn't know if he was going to turn back to me and kiss me once more. "It was rather rude of me to leave my dirty shoes on in your home. I'll send a crew by to clean up my mess."

And he left.

Studying is hard enough as it is when the house is silent. Trying to retain tons of information in order to keep my grades up is a priority and something I must do to continue life at Ouran as I know it. That day, when Kyoya kissed me, was one of those days when I had a hard time concentrating. When I was making dinner for my father, I was distracted. I had managed to drop three eggs on the ground, which cracked open and leaked all over the floor. "Is everything alright, Haruhi?" my father asked. "You seem ruffled."

"I'm fine," I replied with a fake smile. "Just clumsy. Sorry."

"Okay."

But it was even worse when I actually got around to studying and that cleaning crew Kyoya offered came in and began to clean everything in sight. My dad was luckily out at the time, otherwise he would've been confused and slightly offended by the fact that Kyoya was sending over someone to clean for us and somehow implying I was incapable. I would rather have him think that than actually tell him what happened.

I couldn't avoid the whole club altogether, so I went the next day, but I kept to myself and barely even talked to the customers. When Kyoya would come around and promote things to the girls, I couldn't look at him. I saw he was stealing glances at me from across the room when I would look in his general direction, as I did every minute or two to see if he was looking at me.
After we would catch each other looking at one another, I would look away immediately, and he would follow soon after and return to his computer or sales.

This continued for a few weeks, us coexisting in the Host Club without saying a word. Tamaki had returned to himself, only less obsessed with his me. But he was still the same Tamaki that had strange ideas on how we should dress to attract more girls to the club, whether it be cross-dressing (for them, at least, I had to do it every day), or being Western royalty. With Tamaki as the King, Kyoya as the queen, myself and Hunni-senpai as the princess and prince, Mori was a knight, and the twins as jokers. It wasn't an original idea, I remember doing it before, but I was the one with amnesia so I couldn't be sure.

"Oh, Haruhi, you're such a beautiful princess," said one of our customers.

"He's beautiful in anything. Even in his uniform," her friends commented. They played with my braided extensions until I was able to separate myself from them and to the other side of the club room, where I grabbed a chair at from on of the many tables and sat down, far from the action and thought.

The kiss allowed me to see Kyoya in a different light. More attractive, perhaps, than I had seen him before. Which may have been due to the fact that I was lead to believe Tamaki was the only one I had eyes for. Plus, Tamaki was more like a puppy, following me around, hoping for attention. However, Kyoya demanded it through subtle ways, like giving me rides home when I was unable to remember where I lived as well as avoiding my so-called boyfriend, and much more forward acts like the little incident on the beach trip or the kiss.

But this is what utterly confused me: what was real and what was fake. He had this way of concealing what he was really thinking about, masking the true intentions he had for a situation by blaming it something else. Did he really have feelings for me, or was he trying to show me how silly I was being (yet again) for not falling into Tamaki's arms. It wouldn't be completely out of the blue for me to believe that Kyoya could want to kiss me for no benefit other than plain, teenage lust. Whatever he pulled at the beach I could believe was an act. He was playing villain so I could see Tamaki as a hero. But after "dating" Tamaki, I saw a side that showed me he was nothing extraordinary. Just a guy that liked me. Which is not to be said that I didn't appreciate the feelings that I got from him, it is that I couldn't return them honestly in any other way than friendship.

Seeing as things were still a little fuzzy for me, I was having a difficult time thinking that hard for such a long time. My eyes closed little by little, feeling heavier and heavier, the cool surface of the table soothing on my warm cheeks, until I was out cold.

"…ruhi? Haruhi?" someone asked quietly. My eyelids lifted slowly. "Are you awake?" hands grasped my shoulders, shaking me lightly. More in a rocking motion that made me want to fall asleep all over again.

I closed my eyes again and tried to sleep a little more as the rocking continued. That is, until the voice tried to wake me once again.

"Haruhi, Haruhi, wake up," he said again.

"Bah?" I asked, not bothering to open my eyes. The rocking stopped.

He didn't answer with anything but a little laugh, followed by the scooting noise of a chair being pulled out from the table. "I understand what they meant now, and why your requests went up slightly."

"Numph?" I asked, pulling in and out of consciousness as he spoke.

"You really are adorable when you're asleep."

My eyelids flickered open to reveal his face, which I would have guessed even with my eyes still closed. "Kyoya?" I murmured. "Where is everyone?"

"They went home. You fell asleep in the middle of club and no one wanted to wake you up. The customers sure had a fun time ogling at you and exclaiming how cute you looked asleep. I told them I'd wake you up when I was getting ready to leave."

"How long was I asleep?" I asked, now completely opening my eyes and pulling my head up off the table.

He raised his eyebrows, a small smirk forming on his face. "An hour and a half. Give or take a few minutes," he replied, pushing up his glasses. I reached my hand up to my own face to mimic his actions, but realized I was wearing contacts, so I diverted and rubbed my eyes like a child would after a nap.

"Sorry, I didn't get a lot of sleep last night," I apologized, trying to make an excuse for falling asleep.

"Yeah. Me neither," he said, looking distant as if he was remembering something. "Why don't you go change and I'll give you a ride home?"

I hesitated, wondering what good could come of us being alone together. Of course, it would take forever for me to get home by taking the bus to the train, taking the train, and then walking home, plus how could I trust myself to not doze off? "Okay. Thank you."

I stood up left the main area of the club room to the dressing area and removed my clip on extensions with pain as they pulled a few strands of my hair out. Then I peeled off the intricate dress, undoing the laces in the front and pulling it down around my shoulders, and finally unsnapping the modern-day corset that was supposed to keep my female identity hidden even though I was wearing female clothes. I then proceeded to put on my uniform and in no time I was back out in the main area where Kyoya was waiting patiently. "Ready?"

I nodded.