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The room was dark. The only light that was in the room shone hazily on his glasses and face. The only sound was the tap-tap-tapping of his fingers bouncing on and off the little square keys what seemed to be the speed of light.

Haruhi was looking in through the crack of the door like a child who thinks he is sneaking his way into his parents' room, knowing full well he isn't supposed to. She watched as Kyouya continued his work, which she can also be called 'ignoring Haruhi as if she doesn't even exist.'

Suddenly, without looking away from the screen or without missing a beat of his ever-going typing he said, "It's rude to stare."

The spell was broken, and time was brought back into the world. Haruhi let out a breath she didn't remember taking and stood up slowly. "Sorry…I wasn't intentionally spying."

Kyouya made a low humming sound, as if to say that he had heard her speaking but he didn't really care to listen to what she had to say. Instead of replying, he went right on doing whatever it was that he was doing, and it irked Haruhi a bit. Already, she missed being with Takashi. 'Anyone is better than this jerk…' she thought sullenly while stepping out of his doorway and closing the door completely behind her.

She sighed and slowly walked back to where her room was, thinking it best to just leave Kyouya alone. He surely wasn't the type to read with late at night or the type that would go to the movies with her. So Haruhi plopped down onto her bed and stared at the ceiling- wondering how in the world she would survive in the crazy life she was living.

Kyouya wasn't a fan of crazy anime or reality shows. He watched the news every once and awhile when he got the chance, and that was rare in itself. He sipped leisurely at his Earl Grey tea and set it down in the small saucer that was resting on the table. Walking past the television that was on even though no one was watching it, he went to his private bathroom to brush his teeth for the night.

"We are here live at the scene where a man with crazy red hair is threatening his life by attempting to jump from a building." There was a pause, and although Kyouya couldn't see it, the lady on the screen pressed her fingers against the machine that was on her ear.

"Oh! I just got news that the man who, about a week ago, pulled a stunt when a house was on fire. He was apparently in search of his daughter, who has gone missing. Now he's attempting suicide!"

Kyouya dried his wet face with a cream colored towel and looked at himself in the mirror afterwards. While the television continued to speak about the man on the building he shook his head in shame for the person. In his opinion there were probably only two percent of sane people left in the world.

"Wait! The man is shouting something…they say he's saying that…his daughters' name is Fujioka Ha- oh my goodness! He almost fell!"

Kyouya raised an eyebrow. Fujioka Ha-? Ha- what? Haruhi? Kyouya shook his head at his foolishness. There was no way that the daughter of the crazy man on TV was the girl with amnesia in his guest room.

Then again, life has crazy ways, and Kyouya was always prepared for what might happen. So he walked into the room and saw the camera get as good as a close up it could on the man on the rather tall building. From where he was standing, Kyouya supposed that if the man did jump, the fall wouldn't be enough to kill him. Just as Kyouya was becoming a bit intrigued by the situation, hands grabbed the man and pulled him away from the window he was threatening to jump out of.

Kyouya sighed and shut the television off. He grabbed his notebook from its resting place and quickly scribbled in Fujioka so that he could continue his search later. Meanwhile, there was other business to attend to.

Kyouya slipped into his bed without even ruffling the sheets and in the blink (or close) of an eye, he was asleep.

One thing that Haruhi learned was that you never, ever, wake Kyouya up too early. If you did, you would surely fall into a pit of sorrow.

As soon as she lifted her fist to knock on the door, a flurry of skirts and a huge gust of wind swept her off her feet and far away from the Kyouya's door as possible. Seconds later maids were huddled all around her breathing quite heavily in her face, there hands on their knees, bending forward.

Haruhi sweat dropped; since when had she been flat on her back on the floor?

"Ano…" she started, when sweaty hand clamped down onto her mouth.

"Don't ever, ever do that again," a maid said with such malice that Haruhi's heart caught in her throat. The hand was still covering he mouth so she nodded slowly until the hand released her and the young woman smiled at her sweetly. "Thanks Haruhi-san! If you want, we can escort you to a kitchen so that you may have breakfast."

"N-no thanks." Haruhi stated. She was still sort of afraid of the pretty lady. But the maid only smiled and turned on her heel to depart from the room, leaving Haruhi to wonder why in the world she couldn't knock on Kyouya's door.

A few hours later Haruhi glimpsed Kyouya in his school uniform. She had forgotten that he had to go to school. So she waited…and waited…got a call from Tamaki…then what? Waited. Finally, Kyouya returned home.

He didn't appear to be in a good mood either. She watched from across the room as he ate his food. When he was finished he looked up at her. He paused for awhile, and Haruhi could feel the tenseness of the room. Then he spoke.

"Do you know how to dance?"

It took awhile to process. It barely registered to her at all. "What?" she asked dumbly. He smirked and stood. As he came near her she could practically feel herself paling. It wasn't that she was scared of him…but he did creep her out a bit.

He leaned down so closely to her that she could feel his black bands mingling with her own brown hair. "Do you…know…how to dance?" he asked slowly, as one would talk to a mentally slow person so that the person could properly understand. Haruhi couldn't help but feel insulted.

She answered back with as much displeasure in her voice that she could muster, "No."

He chuckled and moved away before snapping his fingers, signaling two maids to snatch her up and carry her away (a habit that many of the hosts had picked up from the twins).

The ballroom was humongous. Light sparkled off from the grand chandelier in the middle of the ceiling and decorated the marble floor with sparkles of radiance. The room was empty of any occupants or tables or chairs.

Haruhi walked into the room, her heels clicking against the floor and making the only sound in the room echo all around her. The white dress swished delicately around her knees as she walked into the open space, despite the nervous feelings that made her want to run back to her room and cower as if there was a thunderstorm approaching.

"Hello?" she called, but to no answer. Then there was a soft tapping noise. Someone was walking. "Kyouya-san?"

He walked slowly and up to her, his shoes tapping softly on the floor. She tilted her head to the side in confusion. All she knew was that she had been dragged all around the house, preparing for something, though she wasn't quite sure what it could be.

Then he held out his hand to her.

She smiled gently and upon instinct, put her hand in his. Before she knew it he wrapped his hand around her waist and wrapped his fingers in hers. They swayed and twirled to an invisible beat that was in their heads.

"Sorry…" she mumbled when she stepped on his foot again and again. Either his brow was furrowed in anger or he was in deep concentration.

"Let me lead you," he suddenly said after awhile. "You're too tense."

She nodded and did the best she could too move along with Kyouya. After awhile she was no longer scuffing his expensive shoes. When he twirled her around the room she was suddenly aware that soft slow music really was playing. She would've taken a chance to look around for the source of it, but Kyouya was creating an elaborate dance pattern that was hard to keep up with.

"I believe you'll be proficient enough for Saturday night," he said as if making conversation but was talking only to himself for the most part.

"You must really want to please Tamaki-san." Haruhi said. Kyouya looked down at her as if it was the first time he had noticed that she was in the room.

"Well, we wouldn't want any embarrassments now would we?"

She did everything she could to contain her upcoming sigh. Something told her that Kyouya didn't give a care about her at all. 'There isn't much I can expect' she thought 'we barely know each other.'

The way he was holding her said otherwise. Their bodies were too close for comfort, Haruhi realized when she noticed that both of his hands were on her waist and that her hands were draped upon his shoulders.

She stopped dancing and slowly backed up. Though she had no idea why she suddenly felt uncomfortable she knew that it had to be something that just wasn't right with the picture before her.

Kyouya only smirked and pushed up his glasses with the tip of his middle finger.

"I-I'm really sorry," she said, bowing slightly. "I'm glad you're teaching me and all, but I don't exactly feel comfortable right now. Can I be excused?"

"No one is holding you here against your will," he replied. Though there was hardly any emotion in his voice the choice of words he used pierced Haruhi in her heart. She could tell that somehow, she had managed to hurt his feelings. Before she could apologize again he turned away and walked back into the entrance from which he had come from.

Haruhi slowly made the trip back to her room after declining the maids' offers to accompany her. The trip was long as she walked to her room. She let her fingers trace across the wall.

'I just want to go home…' she thought. Haruhi smacked her hand roughly against the wall upon realization that she had no home to go back to. She racked her mind for that distant thought that would bring back all her memories. She knew she really needed them, but they would just not come.

No memories…except for Takashi.

Takashi's smile invaded her vision and the soft touch of his hands wrapped around her waist. No one else's.

She didn't know why at all, only that if she had a choice in the matter then she would be with him at that exact moment. But she had no choice.

'I don't even have a last name.' she thought bitterly and closed her door behind her. Her back against the door, she slowly slipped down until she was on her butt so that she could hug her knees close to her.

Immediately after dance lessons, Kyouya had went back to his room and gotten onto his laptop. He drummed his fingers on the desk, despite the fact that he hardly ever did so. He thought it a bad habit to gain. Thinking back to Haruhi, he couldn't help but chuckle a bit. Kyouya knew all too well what had suddenly shaken up the girl. Since he was a host himself, he had barely even noticed the close proximity to which they were dancing. At first he had been surprised to her reaction, but that feeling soon fell into amusement.

Any other girl that he knew would've blushed, stuttered and possibly fallen all over herself. Not Haruhi; she was different. He was blissfully unaware of how pleased he was with that. Or at least, he pretended to be.

From the very beginning, he was the one who had told the hosts not to get too attached to the girl. He had always reminded on every short encounter not to do so. But every time he saw her he couldn't help but feel satisfied.

"There's no such thing as love at first sight," he quietly reminded himself.

Then why did he suddenly feel the need to check on her? He supposed there was nothing wrong with going to at least see how she was doing. Nothing was wrong with it, he reminded himself.

When he was done, he vowed to get back onto the computer so that he could get the girl out of his life as soon as possible, before she did anymore unnecessary things to the host club….including himself…

To say that Takashi missed Haruhi was an understatement. He was going crazy. But there was no time to visit her at all. Right after school, he was busy all through the night with various things. One including picking up his tux for the party Kyouya was holding for Tamaki.

He vaguely wondered what would happen at the party. Everybody but Tamaki knew about the blonde's crush on the girl. But Takashi knew that he had more than a crush on Haruhi. He needed her.

He planned on telling her that at the exactly perfect moment. They would be alone, and he would have her all to himself.

Though in different places, Hikaru, Kaoru and Takashi whispered the same things to themselves.

'The night of the party, I'll tell her.'

A/N: I have a hard time matching Haruhi with Kyouya but I think if you squint then you can see a little romance happening. This chapter was shorter than my others but that's because I can't wait to the next chapter- yes, everyone shall confess! And after that? Well, that's my little secret. The mysteries of Haruhi's past will be revealed!

I look forward to your reviews. Thanks to all that recently put this on alert and favorited and to the people who reviewed! I got a pretty good amount of reviews last time, but I'm still hatin' on people who get like twenty reviews per chapter. So I'll leave my destiny in your hands! Ja ne, miina!