The days after their performance had been hectic, to say the least. Everyone had expected Haruhi to switch out of her pants and jacket and into a dress, but she had been unable to afford it. After all, even the men's clothes had been a gift.

"I could always tack it onto your debt if you'd like." Kyoya offered when she brought it up to him. They were back to their routine of meeting in his private school library after class, but they sat much closer than before, and definitely spent more time kissing than they had before.

Haruhi smirked. "Trying to find an excuse to keep me around?"

"Maybe." Kyoya admitted before giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. Most of their kisses were chaste, but when they weren't… Just the thought of it sent shivers of pleasure up Haruhi's spine.

While Haruhi had had no end of female admirers as a host, it seemed that she also had no end of male ones as well now that she was known to be a female. Kyoya growled whenever one came too near, which only got worse when the ever oblivious Haruhi allowed them even nearer.

Sensing the tension, the other hosts decided that it was time to go on a club trip. Luckily, Haruhi had been able to stay in the club, as another manager. With Renge constantly going back and forth between the school and her home in France, this was actually beneficial to the club.

So they were off to the beach! To Kyoya's own beach side mansion to be precise. They had always considered going, but other things always seemed to be more interesting when the time came to actually decide. As they were a host club, they would be bringing some of the girls they hosted along with them. But only enough to even out the girl-boy ratio.

When they got there, the day was still early enough that they all decided to go to the beach. To Kyoya's dismay, but also to his pleasure since he didn't especially want to kill anyone, Haruhi dressed as a boy would. Low riding swim trunks and a sweatshirt covered her body. When the twins questioned her about why she wasn't wearing one of the bikinis their mom had designed, which they brought along for the girls' benefit, Haruhi merely shrugged and said she'd burn.

For a while they explored. Until the girls determined that it was "girl time", and went off on their own.

"Fujioka-san!" Squealed one of the girls, who had once been a consistent customer of Haruhi's when she acted as a host. Not the brightest of students, but very kind hearted and well meaning.

"Y-yes?" Haruhi asked uncertainly, mentally prepared for the situation to get awkward quickly. After all, it hadn't been very long, and since she was still going around the campus wearing the men's uniform, many were still confused about her gender. And this girl had been completely in love with the male Haruhi Fujioka she kept in her mind.

The girl pouted. "I can't believe you're a girl! Are you sure you're not just gay?"

Haruhi choked. "Come again?"

The second girl, a much more intelligent one, pinched the first girl's arm, making her squeak in pain. "I think that it's obvious she's a girl! I mean, yes we couldn't tell before, but if you really look at her it's obvious!" This girl took a long perusal of Haruhi's body, making said body squirm. "There may not be much, but she definitely has hips and breasts."

Haruhi blushed. As she opened her mouth to speak though, a different voice replied. "You can say that again." This voice was distinctly male, and made all three of the girls whirl around to face it. Swaggering towards them were three men in swim trunks. They were mildly handsome, but not anything too special when one was surrounded by Ouran's Host Club everyday. "So busty," The man who had spoken continued, looking directly at Haruhi. "You wanna go hang out with us somewhere? You should definitely bring your friends."

Haruhi's eyes narrowed, and the two girls moved themselves behind her. "I don't think so. These girls are worth much more than scum like you." Tear filled exclamations of Haruhi's name came from the girls at this, lost in the moment and back to thinking of her as a man.

The group of men laughed. "And you?" The leader, who had been speaking, stepped forward, almost chest to chest with Haruhi. "Are you not worth better than us 'scum'?"

"I hadn't thought of myself to be honest." Haruhi answered truthfully. "However, since you've made me, you should know that something like that will never happen in this lifetime."

The words weren't spoken with hate, and they certainly weren't meant as such. It was simply truth to Haruhi. To the man, however, the words burned. Snarling, he made a grab for Haruhi. Instinctively, she backed herself away, past the girls. Unconscious of how close she had been to the edge, she fell backwards off the cliff and into the ocean below. Distant screams of her name filled her ears, but the water filling her lungs was all that Haruhi could pay attention to as the darkness enveloped her.

Kyoya was pissed. ROYALLY pissed. Roughly, he dried his wet hair with the towel a maid had laid out for him during his shower and walked towards the closet. 'How could she be so reckless?' Kyoya asked himself. 'Forget the part about her driving the other girls, who were meant to keep the others occupied during this trip, away. She endangered herself and almost drowned!'

Putting on a pair of jeans, Kyoya allowed himself a small smirk. 'At least I got a little bit of revenge… Tacking the expenses for the apology flowers to Haruhi's debt truly was a stroke of genius if I do say so myself.'

But walking towards his bed, the happy moment from his revenge faded, and he once again wallowed in the dark feelings of what Haruhi had done.