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This chapter is in Haruhi's POV and is 'based' on Teenagers by My Chemical Romance.

The days drift slowly by and before I can even comprehend, the holidays begin with much fanfare. You can even say that it is almost as if the author skipped over these past few days for her own convenience. Damn you author, I quietly mutter to myself in relation to this all controlling best.

And I am to leave for Hikaru and Kaoru's holiday 'home' tomorrow. I bet that what they call a 'holiday home' is what other people are more prone and likely to call a holiday island. I wouldn't put it past them…

I am brutally awoken from my sleep by some idiot whom desires to be punched in the gut for even daring to execute such a bold move. Repeat after me, nobody disturbs Haruhi's sleep. I already have to deal with buffoons on a daily basis and it is hard enough when I have had a full night's sleep but even more problematic when I have had very little sleep. Then I morph into a villainous character whom yearns for world domination complete with dorky outfit.

I refuse to even open my eyes a fraction in fear of being blinded by the dazzling rays of sunlight which bother me quotidian as I try to cram in more sleep before preparing for the day ahead.

But the person whom is now practically straddling my body promptly promises to spit in my face and that is enough for me to throw this presence off me and rush around the room, dressing myself in a highly exaggerated manner and I soon realise that this entire freak out session is not going to help my ability to performs tasks that are usually simple. So I plonk my ass down on the ground and tie my shoes properly before I tumble head over heels and proceed to make a further buffoon out of myself.

I hear a loud and insistent chuckle from the far corner of the room and it is then that I realise what has just occurred.

I just stripped naked voluntarily…whilst there is a pack of approximately four and a half boys in the room…I am not going to count Tamaki right now as he is having another one of his mental breakdowns/inner mind theatre sessions which are regularly scheduled.

I quickly shake off my embarrassment as it isn't like they haven't seen it all before.

I am still groggy from sleep as I mutter, "What is up with you guys interrupting my sleep?"

I yawn widely and stumble out the door alongside them.

"Isn't she so sweet when she is sleep? Oh my daughter, you are such a sweetie!" I hear Tamaki sob openly as he declares to the world all who cares about my supposed 'adorability' factor.

Methinks that he morphs into an even more over the top version of his usual self when he is sleepy.

Great.

I may be sleepy but I am not that sleepy to condone his ridiculous antics.

I lazily slap him across his blonde head only to be aggravated even further by his incessant complaining.

The gentle yet hyperbolically raucous sound of laughter drifts to my ears and for a moment I join in before I fall asleep on the incredibly comfortable backseat of the limo that I don't question the location the obviously luxurious limo outside my middle-class home.

Apparently when I am tired, I turn into a giggling, mumbling and indecipherable being. Lawks a mercy. Seriously, I hope that I disregard everything that has occurred when I finally awaken.

Approximately ten and a half minutes later, I am rudely awoken once more. What a brave soul; whoever they are being summoned to wake me up.

Apparently, I am not alone in this metaphorically rocky boat as legend tells that Kyoya-sempai and Hunny-sempai are notoriously heavy sleepers and become very frustrated when their slumber is disturbed.

"Haruhi, this is the underworld," a creepy voice hisses forebodingly in my ear.

Ha. You need to do more than that to frighten me.

"I know it's you Kyoya-sempai," I say in evident exasperation whilst rolling my eyes in an incredibly exaggerated manner.

"Sorry! Just trying to diffuse the situation."

Umm…he is really out of character at the moment. I think it's because he hasn't had his required morning dose of Starbucks coffee yet.

Just ignore him and everyone can continue on with their lives like this has never occurred.

And what situation is he talking about?

I am about to doze off once more just to escape the babbling sounds these idiots call talking (aren't I lovely when I am tired?) when the limo breaks suddenly, causing me to tumble off the leather seat and onto the quite solid ground needless to say where I bump my head, leaving me wincing and ignoring the proceeding jolt of pain.

"My daughter! Call the military ambulance! Call the swat team, we need to ensure that we and when I say we, I mainly mean Haruhi is safe," Tamaki hysterically hollers.

"Well, thanks Tono. It's great to know that you are concerned about our safety, "Hikaru mutters with passion.

I giggle at this statement but quickly stop as Hikaru's golden eyes flicker over me as if I weren't here.

Oh, that's cold. Tears begin to form in my eyes but I quickly blink them. I am just overtired, I try to convince myself. But I know that Hikaru's grudge towards me is affecting me more than I care to show. I am strong; I won't cry.

I don't have long to contemplate the suddenly awkward atmosphere as we board the plane with yawns and complaints galore about the customer service.

Wait..what customer service? This is Kyoya-sempai's private plane.

Ugh. Rich people, they just don't understand. Am I right or am I right?

I hope that you all enjoy this chapter!