Hope you are all well and I will start the chappie ;)

Haruhi woke up the next morning, less surprised by Kyouya's presence in her bedroom, she actually felt kind of happy that he would spend his time with her for something other than profit. She'd always like Kyouya more than the other hosts, hated him at the same time for being so... well... evil but for some reason she preferred his company to the others.

This time Kyouya was still asleep, had he been there all night?

Ha, of course not, he probably came in this morning and fell asleep. He's not known for getting up early.

Haruhi sat up and listened to the silence of the chalet. The other's must have already left otherwise there would be thumping and yelling. She stood up and took the throw from the bottom of her bed and covered the sleeping Kyouya. Then started her usual daily routine; shower, get dressed, breakfast, work.

She sat on her bed chewing her third piece of toast, her stomach felt like a black hole after eating practically nothing for over a day, whilst doing some homework she had been given for over the holidays. She didn't have any of her work, thanks to the packing by the twins but she knew what the title of an essay that she was supposed to write so had found some paper and a pen and started writing. By ten in the morning she was almost finished and Kyouya woke up.

Haruhi didn't notice at firsts, Kyouya just sat in the chair, unmoving, watching her work, she had a piece of toast in her mouth, she wasn't chewing it, just holding the slice between her teeth and frowning as she worked.

'You're on holiday and you're working,' he stated more than asked, making her jump.

'And you haven't done any work?' she retorted, though she said it lightly rather than with annoyance.

'I'm not ill,'

'Neither am I,' then she started coughing, when she stopped, she added, 'well not very anyway.'

'No headaches? Vomiting? Even nausea?' he questioned.

'Nope, just hungry, the occasional cough but..,' she shrugged, 'and annoyed.'

'Why?' what have I done now?

The twins packed my clothes... well, 'my clothes' is the wrong way of putting it. There's nothing I feel comfortable in,' Haruhi shuffled a bit, wrinkling her nose and picking at the fabric of the fitted blue t-shirt. It had a black belt around the waist and jeggins underneath. She had plain, patent leather flats on her feet.

'You look nice,' he said. You look nice even in your normal, horrible clothes. Oh shut up, Kyouya. Oh dear god I'm talking to myself, see what you do to me Haruhi?

Haruhi flushed and the unsuspected comment.

'Do you still have a temperature, you look kind of warm,' Kyouya was smirking on the inside. She's blushing, because of something I said!

He placed forehead to hers, she flushed harder at the closeness, completely confused with herself.

Maybe I am still sick...

'You feel fine, if you're up to it, we can do that something I mentioned yesterday,' he stretched and stood up, 'it'll still be a bit cold so wear a jacket and gloves but you won't have to worry about weather.'

'Where are we going?'

'So you feel up to it?'

'Yeah, but where are we going?'

Kyouya smiled cryptically, 'you'll see,' then he walked out the room, Haruhi attempted to drill holes into his back with her eyes.

'Smartass,' she muttered but got up to get ready, filing her finished homework on her bedside table.

She came down to where Kyouya was in the hall wearing the clothes she was before but with tights on under her jeggins, black boots and a duffle type jacket in charcoal grey, shaped to suit her figure. She had a blue scarf around her neck and blue, soft gloves to match.

'Ready to go?' Kyouya held out a hand for her. She nodded and took the offered hand. Kyouya lead her outside to the waiting car. The journey was quiet, Haruhi was still tired, she leant back into the comfy seat, her shoulder occasionally touching Kyouya's as the car moved steadily down the mountain towards the small skiing town. She closed her eyes and thought about nothing in particular, soothed by the gently rocking from the uneven road.

The rocking stopped and Haruhi opened her eyes, looking out of the window.

'Oh no,' she turned to Kyouya, 'have you completely forgotten I am the person who can fall over perfectly flat ground?'

'Not at all,'

'I am going to kill myself if I try to ice skate; I tried before and couldn't sit down for a week I was so bruised,'

'I'll teach you, come on,' He opened the door, thanking the chauffeur as he went, and then held the door open for Haruhi.

She shuffled out and took a cautious step on the frozen ground, grabbing Kyouya's arm quickly when she nearly slipped, 'sorry,' she mumbled, releasing her grip then grabbing him again when she stumbled without the support.

Kyouya suppressed a small chuckle as Haruhi slid for the fifth time on the way to the entrance a mere few metres away.

'Shut up,' Haruhi pouted sulkily, 'blame it on my mom, it's genetics I swear.'

'Sure it is,' Kyouya held the door open and Haruhi breathed a sigh of relief when her feet touched. A man came towards them holding two pairs of new looking ice-skates and lead them to another room, he handed the ice-skates to Kyouya silently and nodded with a smile before hurrying to a control room.

'It's dark,' Haruhi stated obviously, pulling on the first ice-skate and wondering how they had know her exact shoe size. It was probably Kyouya who told them... how did Kyouya know her shoe size?

A moment later the lights came on simultaneously.

'Haruhi's breath caught, 'we have this whole place to ourselves?!'

'Of course,' Kyouya shrugged gently, 'do I look like the person to share.'

'You're sharing your time with me,' Haruhi turned to him, her eyes were brighter, despite her reluctance before she looked quite excited.

'That's different, I mean people who mean nothing to me,' they both had their ice-skates on, Kyouya lead the way to the entrance to the ice, Haruhi wobbled behind, 'I'll step on first then help you balance.'

Haruhi hesitated for a moment then stepped gingerly onto the ice. She blinked in surprise when she didn't slip.

'Now all I have to do is move,' she muttered to herself. Kyouya grasped her hands gently in his and skated backwards slowly. Haruhi went rigid, trying desperately not to slip. Kyouya chuckled softly at her petrified stance.

'Relax, if you fall I'll catch you, it's not like you can pull me over,'

Haruhi slowly relaxed her muscles, allowing Kyouya to pull her over the ice, a gently sliding noise beneath her skates. Then she straightened her back and closed her eyes and smiled. Then Kyouya let go of her hands and skated away. Haruhi opened her eyes wide and almost shrieked.

She wobbled, and then stopped.

'I didn't fall over,' she sounded surprised with herself.

Kyouya called back to her, 'do you really have such low expectations for yourself, Haruhi?'

Haruhi shrugged absently and tried copying a less graceful version of Kyouya's skating. He slowed to almost a halt as she caught up, slipping as she reached him, he grabbed her by the elbows; she was scowling as she straightened up.

'You're doing well for a beginner,'

Haruhi glared, 'I swear you're laughing at me on the inside,'

Kyouya laughed out loud, Haruhi ended up giggling with him.

'Why don't you laugh more often?' Haruhi looked innocently up at him, 'it's nice when you smile.'

Kyouya thought for a moment, expression blank again, 'I'm an Otori,'

'Sure but you're also, and most importantly, Kyouya,'

All he could do was staring at her until suddenly upbeat music started to flow from the speakers. Haruhi hummed quietly to the song and skated shakily.

'You listen to this kind of music?' Kyouya look at the girl next to him humming.

'I listen to whatever is on the radio when I'm doing chores, there isn't really anything I hate apart from abnormally happy music and music when it screams so hard you can't make out the words,' Haruhi wrinkled her nose in distaste, 'unfortunately my friend next door to me loves it.

'I didn't think any girl liked that type of music,' Kyouya grasped Haruhi's elbow when she started to lose balance again.

'Oh, it's a boy,' Kyouya felt something tug at his heart, 'he's funny I guess,' another tug, 'but one of the most annoying people I know, second only to Tamaki-senpai,' Kyouya felt his heart relax, was he jealous?

Me? No... Of some weird commoner? I mean, Haruhi doesn't even like him, why does it matter if she did like him?

'Kyouya,' Haruhi waved a hand in front of his face, 'earth to Kyouya.'

'My apologies, what were you saying,' Kyouya turned to face her.

'What kind of music do you like? Have a favourite artist?'

'I generally listen to people nobody has ever heard of, if I listen to music at all,'

Haruhi nodded, 'my favourite that nobody's heard of is Mayday Parade (My fav. Band :D that I just happened to add),'

'Really?'

'Yup, just heard them on the radio one day,'

'Want to borrow the CDs?'

'You like them too?' Haruhi smiled, they were still skating in beat to the music, she hadn't even noticed how many circuits they had done of the huge rink and had yet to fall over properly. Kyouya nodded, glad he had finally found something they had in common, like they were more linked now.

'Not all of the songs, but a lot of them,'

Haruhi nodded and smiled, for once, agreeing with everything he said. The music changed to a fast track, before she could think, Kyouya had grabbed her hand and was skating to the same speed as the song. Haruhi's eyes turned to the size of dinner plates and she tensed again, after about half a circuit she started to relax, then, with the cool air whipping past her face making her eyes stream and her cheeks flush, she giggled.

Kyouya's hair was starting to stick up in messy clumps and his cheeks were flushed to, he turned around and gave her a genuine smile. Haruhi laughed harder, she forgot her illness, feeling better than she had the day they whisked her away for the trip.

The song came to an end and Kyouya stopped, Haruhi slipped her hand from his, still giggling like a school girl (A/N: Oh rly nao?)

Kyouya automatically started to miss the feeling of her hand in his.

She took her glove of and lifted her hand and brushed down his wild hair gently. Kyouya stared at her rosy face as she smiled, breathing deeply.

She giggled again, 'your hair looks kinda cute when it's messy,'

Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush, don't.... damn it

Haruhi shook her head, 'whoa, I think the cold air made my head go fluffy. I'm having a lot of fun, thanks Kyouya,'

'Me too,' Kyouya surprised himself, not being one for 'fun' but with Haruhi he didn't have to pretend, he did have to please or exceed expectations.

The music changed to a slow, rhythmic, soothing beat, both teenagers looked at the manager who was standing in the technical room; he winked at them through the window. Instead of being annoyed by the man's assumptions he was rather pleased they looked like a couple, he bowed down in front of Haruhi.

'Would you accept this dance,' he lifted his head to see Haruhi's response, she wasn't smiling but her eyes glittered like the ice surrounding her and she nodded.

She took his outstretched hand as she had done many other times that day.

But this time it felt different, something different went through their minds.

They felt something.

I hope the length makes up for the lateness of the chapter and the OOCness what I guess I was trying to say with Kyouya is he is nice and he isn't his usual alternate persona when he goes ice skating with Haruhi. With Haruhi being overly happy I think she can be like that it's just she doesn't usually have experiences like this. Does it make sense? I hope so otherwise I've written 2 000 words or rubbish D: I hope you enjoyed it, I really do. :)

Have a nice spring, the awesomest season of the year~ ... although I adore summer, autumn and winter too... I LOVES ALL OF DEM :3

Please comment, suggestions and contructive criticism gratefully accepted X3

Will try to post a new chapter in less than a month but it doesn't look likely unless the plot bunny hits me :( or I get suggestions *hint hint* because I am doing a three day walk and that is only the practice *sob sob* which is the weekend just before I do mock GCSE exams (UK people will def. knowwhat I'm talking about I'm notsure what ther places do these evil exams...) Then, I'm not in the country so boo *temper tantrum*