"Azumi-chan? Are you okay?" She heard Honey outside the door, and knew the rest of the host club was with him.
"Yeah, I'm okay" She said quietly, and opened the door once she was standing back up.
The host club piled in, and she was bombarded by hugs from the twins, Tamaki, and Honey. "We saw everything, Azumi-chan! We're so sorry! Don't hate Kyo-chan!" Honey shouted right in her ear.
"He's right, everything will be okay!" Kaoru said, and Hikaru finished. "We'll talk to him and make him apologize, we promise!"
"He just lost control! He had a moment of weakness!" Tamaki said, trying to make sense out of everything.
"You guys, I'm not angry at all" Azumi smiled meekly, and pat the clingy boys, trying to calm them down and politely push them away.
"Wait... what?" The twins said, and stared at her blankly.
"Kyoya... he's just got a lot on his mind. He's never had feelings for someone before, has he?" Azumi said, and sat down on the edge of her bed.
"Well no, actually. He hasn't" Tamaki replied, and scratched his blonde hair covered head, losing himself in his thoughts.
"Wow, it's kind of scary how you remind us of a certain understanding female" The Hitachiin's said, and when they turned to look at Haruhi, they were surprise to see she had disappeared.
The host club boys went to look for her, but got side tracked as host club customers had found them, and wanted to spend time with them in the ancient country.
"Honey, let's go to the chocolate shop I found down the street! I'll buy you a slice of cake~" A girl said, as she and her friend linked arms with Honey.
"Tamaki, there's a gorgeous hill nearby. Could we go watch the stars together?" Another girl asked, and was pulling Tamaki closer to her.
As all the boys were claimed by the otaku females, Azumi had stayed where she was and to pass the time, decided to check up on her stores and see if there was a place she could open up a new store there in Greece. Haruhi, on the other hand, had averted the girls and made her way to Kyoya's room.
"Kyoya-sempai!" Haruhi said angrily, and swung open the surprisingly unlocked door.
Haruhi found Kyoya sitting on the end of his bed, looking disgruntled and stressed.
"Kyoya! What were you thinking? First you force her to be engaged to you, now you force her to kiss you! How do you expect her to reciprocate your feelings when you're doing all this?" Haruhi shouted, and was shocked by his reaction.
"I don't expect her to like me back, and that is why I'm asking for your help" Kyoya said, and he stood up in front of Haruhi.
"You want my help...?" Haruhi said, making sure she heard him right.
Kyoya nodded to her. "Yes, I want your help. You're the most level headed one in the club, and I know you won't come up with a terribly thought out plan for this"
Haruhi had to agree on that. "Alright, but how do I help you?"
Kyoya looked away. "I want you to tell me how to deal with this. I've never felt this way about someone before. Wanting someone, for more than just a good reputation. Azumi... she's not like the girls in our school. She's independant, and outgoing. She a strong willed woman and I refuse to let her slip from my hands. That's why I went as far as to contact her parents, and get them to agree on an arranged marriage"
Haruhi stood and listened to each word, and let it all sink in. "I see... so you're just overwhelmed by these new emotions, huh?"
Kyoya sat back down. "It's all foriegn to me, Haruhi"
"Well, Kyoya, it's not that hard to just let her know how you feel. I mean, I know you want to keep all of these feelings hidden, but if you don't let her know how you feel now, then nothing will ever work out"
Kyoya sat there in silence for what seemed like an eternity, and soon, he stood. "Thank you, Haruhi" He adjusted his glasses, and without another word, he left his room and cooly walked to Azumi's room, despite the fact that his heart was beating rapidly and it made him want to throw up. The moment he got to her room, he flung the door open and watched as Azumi lifted her head up from her laptop. He felt like his heart might stop at that very moment.