Chapter five

A/n: the kick boxing style in this story will be a mix of American and Japanese but I might change it or add a bit of each style so…
Emotions

They came to the door that had aided in Haruhi's escape. Mori opened the door for her as she entered the house, he then went in after.

"Takashi, Haru-Chan, you're back!"

As soon as Haruhi walked in Hani grabbed her by the waist and hugged her tightly. He looked up into her face, Haruhi made a slight pained noise. Hani let go of Haruhi at once and looked up at her, with tearing eyes.

"Are you okay Haru-Chan? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry. "Hani said with now a steady stream of tears coming down his face, the stream renewed every time Honey blinked.

"No, Hani-Senpai, you didn't hurt me. I hurt my hand down at the beach… I'll be okay."

"What happened, Haru-Chan?"

"It's nothing."

Hani looked to Mori who was looking at Haruhi who was looking at Hani.

"Has anyone else come down?" Haruhi asked trying to change the subject.

"No."

"Oh, okay."

Hani then again looked at Mori.

"Did you see where Kyoya went?" Haruhi asked emotionlessly

"He never left the room."

"Thanks Hani-sempai."

"You're welcome?" Hani said a little confused.

Haruhi smiled a small smile and ruffled Hani's hair.

"Why do you want to know where Kyoya went?"

"I need to talk to him about something."

"As do we, Mitsukuni."

"Why?"

"I told Haruhi we would teach her kickboxing."

"So Haru-Chan is going to be our apprentice?"

"Ah."

Hani looked to Haruhi, who smiled down at him. Mori never realized how good a mask Haruhi had or how fake her happiness was.

"Please excuse me Hani-sempai, Mori…-sempai."

Haruhi turned on the spot and walked to the room that she had ran from, and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Kyoya voice was muffled behind the door.

"It's me… Haruhi…"

The door opened right after Haruhi said 'it's me…' Kyoya stood in the door way, a mix of shock and anger on his face, he hadn't bothered to put his mask in place, neither had Haruhi.

"What do you want?"

"I need your help."

"Why?"

"I hurt my hand down at the beach."

"Come in." Kyoya said with sigh and moved so Haruhi could come inside the room. As Haruhi entered the room she realized that it was a study. The furniture inside the room was brown and the desk looked like it was made of oak, on the desk was Kyoya's laptop. It was sample, not what Haruhi would have guessed an Ootori would have chosen. Kyoya offered Haruhi one of the brown chairs and she accepted, he then pulled up another and sat across from her.

"Can I see your hand?"

Haruhi raised her left hand to let Kyoya see.

"Where does it hurt?"

"The first three knuckles."

He touched the first three gingerly, he noted the bruising but that could have been from last night, but the knuckles felt irregular, she might have broken them.

"Haruhi, what did you do?"

"I punched the side of the cliff." Haruhi said looking at his face, and enjoying the shadow of guilt that crossed his face.

"I'm sorry."

"It's too late to apologize, Kyoya."

"I know. Why did you come to me?"

"Because you already seen me without my mask."

This made sense to Kyoya, after all Haruhi had seen him without his mask and he hadn't bothered to put it back in place when it was them alone. Had she decided to do to same?

"Haruhi about last night, I'm really sorry. I realize now that you were right, I don't know what you been though." Kyoya stopped and took deep breath. "Please forgive me."

Now this was a sight to see, Kyoya Ootori asking for forgiveness. This shocked Haruhi, and it showed on her face.

"Kyoya, I don't know if a can."

"I understand." There was the look of disappointment on his face.

"I'm sorry."

"Why would you be sorry?"

"I've caused you nothing but trouble since I been in the host club."

"That's not true. Do you know that you're the only person besides my sister that has ever seen me without my mask in place?"

This shocked her as well, she assumed she was the only female to have but see assumed that Tamaki seen he without it as well, has Kyoya been living a lie as well?

Kyoya took her silence as a no, he thought that she knew. He was so comfortable around her, that's what most the hosts in the club felt like around her, but she was like a drug to him, she made him feel like being the head of the family, she made the anxiety disappear. Was he in love with her? No, that's impossible, wasn't it?

Kyoya looked down at her hand he was still holding and felt a wave of guilt hit him. He knew that he caused this injury as well, that was the worst part. But he knew that he would do whatever it took to make this okay again.

"Haruhi I'll get you the best doctor I know to look at your hand, just give me a minute." Kyoya said never dropping her hand, he pulled out his cell phone and pushed the speed dial button, and as soon as it started to ring it was answered.

"It's me, I need your help, yes I'm fine, no… buts it's a friend of mine. Come immediately, bring your bag. I don't care. Just get here!" Kyoya talked into his phone, then hung up and put it back into his pocket the turned to Haruhi.

"The doctor will be here in about fifteen minutes."

"Okay. Thank you."

"It's no problem, she lives here."

"Oh."

"Haruhi I'm really am sorry. I hadn't meant for things to turn out like they did."

"I know." Haruhi said as she felt her eyes watering again, "How many times am I going to cry today?" She lifted her uninjured hand and wiped her eyes, and turned away from Kyoya, she didn't want him to see her cry.

For no reason at all Kyoya reached forward and captured the side of Haruhi's face, and stroked her cheek as a tear fell from her left eye. Haruhi lifted her uninjured hand to where his was she touched the back of it lightly, before putting hers on his, her hand wrapped around his and pulled it away from her face. She then turned her head back to him, and gave him a look that said 'please don't' and let go of his hand.

There was a knock on the then. Kyoya let go of Haruhi's injured hand and got up to you get the door, when he opened the door a woman stood there looking tired. The woman had the same color of hair as Kyoya and looked about twenty or thirty.

"So this is your friend?" Said the woman raising in eyebrow

"Yes, this is Haruhi Fujioka."

"It's nice to meet you." The woman said.

"Likewise." Haruhi said smiling at her.

"So what's the problem?"

"I hurt my hand."

"Shall I take a look?"

"Please?"

The woman took the seat that Kyoya had perversely occupied while Kyoya walked behind Haruhi and watched the woman. Haruhi lifted her injured hand and the woman looked at it.

"Your knuckles are broken. I'm afraid the only things I can do is put your arm in a slang, and advise you not to try and use it. I wish I could do more." The woman stated

"It's okay."

The woman got in to her bag and pulled out the slang and showed Haruhi how to put it on, and how to take it off then put it on her.

"Thank you."

The woman nodded and stood. "You're welcome. I hope to see you again, but on better terms." This made Haruhi laugh and Kyoya smile.

"So do I Ma'am."

The woman walked to where Kyoya was stopped for a brief second, made eye contact, and then continued to leave the room with Kyoya behind her and into the hall.

"Thanks for coming down this early."

"It was no trouble; I never had the temper you did when being woken up this early, besides I could see why you wanted me to come down, she's quite pretty."

Kyoya laughed.

"So are you too just friends or something more?"

"Friends."

"Really? You know how father is trying to find you wife."

"I know, but Haruhi and I are just friends right

"But do you want to be more then friends?"

"I really don't know. I mean it's not like I haven't thought about it, I just don't know what she wants. And right now I think I'm lucky she still counts me as a friend."

"Why?"

"Now is not the time sis. I should get back to her."

"What happened to her hand anyways?"

"I'd rather not say."

"Kyoya what are you hiding?"

"I might tell you later Fuyumi, but right now I'm busy."

"Oh I'm sorry I hadn't realized. I'll see you at breakfast." With that Kyoya's older sister turn and left. Kyoya went back inside the room.

"Sorry I had to talk to her about something."

"It's okay. If you don't mind me asking, who is that woman?"

"Oh that's right, I never told you her name, that's was my older sister Fuyumi. This is her house; I probably should have told you that sooner. I must have forgotten."

Haruhi laughed, Kyoya raised an eye brow.

"What?"

"I was just thinking that, that explained the furniture."

"What does that mean?" he said with a chuckle

Haruhi laughed again. "I'm just saying that this was a little simple for you."

"Are you saying I'm not simple?"

"Yes." She said with a smile

Kyoya moved over to where Haruhi was, and sat in the chair across from her, and smiled.

"Kyoya-Senpai I need to go." Haruhi said suddenly.

"Oh… okay." A hint of disappointment was in his eyes.

Haruhi stood up as did Kyoya, and walked to the door. When she got to the door she turned around and looked at Kyoya

"Thank you for your help Kyoya-Senpai."

"Anytime, but next time I might have to charge you." Kyoya said with a smile, Haruhi laughed.

"I'll see you at breakfast."

With that she left and didn't look back she heard the door close behind her. She walked back to where Honey and Mori was.

As soon as Hani saw the slang he ran to her, while Mori looked at her with a sad look.

"Haru-Chan why is your arm in a slang?"

"That was the only thing Fuyumi could do for me."

"You mean Kyoya's sister?"

"Yes."

"Haruhi what did she say was wrong with your hand?" Mori said softly

"I broke my knuckles.''

"Oh Haru-chan." Hani said trying to hug her without hitting her hand. Haruhi smiled down at Hani who found a way to hug her.

"Hani-sempai don't you and Mori-sempai need to talk to Kyoya-sempai?"

"Yes. Takashi and I were going to, but Takashi said I should stay out here with you." Hani said beaming.

"Oh is that so?" Haruhi said raising an eye brow at Mori who looked emotionless as ever.

"Haruhi, Mitsukuni I'll be back."

"Okay!" Hani said taking Haruhi by the hand and leading her to the dining room. "We'll be in the dining room."

"Okay." Mori said, he watched them leave then walked to the study that Kyoya was in and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Mori opened the door walked into the study.

"Oh it's you Mori-sempai. Please have a seat."

Mori sat down in the brown chair that Haruhi had sat in, Kyoya was now behind the desk typing on his laptop. Kyoya stopped typing on his laptop and looked up at Mori.

"So what can I do for you?"

"I'm going to be teaching Haruhi kickboxing. Since Mitsukuni and I are late sometimes for the host club, and now that she will be joining us, I thought you would like to know and not add any more debt if she's late."

"Of course, I appreciate you telling me this, thank you Mori-sempai."

Mori stood to leave the room.

"Mori-sempai what happened down at the beach?"

~THE DINING ROOM~

Hani towing Haruhi went into the dining room. Hani let go of Haruhi's hand and ran to a chair, he pulled the chair out and motioned for Haruhi to sit in the seat. As Haruhi sat Hani pushed the seat in, he then ran across the table and sat in front of her. Hani looked at her with his big eyes.

"Haru-Chan?"

"Yes Hani-Senpai."

"Do think you'll be coming to the dojo with us?"

"I don't know. I didn't even plan on anything like this."

"What do you mean?"

"Mori-sempai asked me and I agreed to learn."

The sound of footsteps in the hall way where heard. Both Haruhi and Hani looked to see who it was, in walked Tamaki Suoh. Tamaki looked around and saw that only Haruhi and Hani. Haruhi looked away from him.

"Haruhi!"

Haruhi looked back to him. He was now coming over to where she sat.

"Morning, Senpai."

Tamaki then went to hug her around her shoulders but stopped when he saw the slang.

"Haruhi, what happened to your arm?"

"It's nothing Senpai…"

"Haruhi?" He then did what two other men have done, he out his hand under her chin and looked into her eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." She did what she had done when Kyoya did this; she moved his hand from under her chin. "I really wish everyone stopped worrying, I'm okay."

Tamaki looked down at her hand that was in the slang; it was bruised, was that from where she hit the wall or was it something different?

There was the sound of footsteps again; all three of them looked to see who it was…. In walked Fuyumi looking around at the company then deciding where to sit. She walked over to where Haruhi sat, Tamaki being the gentleman that he was, pulled out the chair for her. He then sat in the chair beside her. Fuyumi then turned to Haruhi and smiled.

"How's your hand?"

"It's okay, there's hardly any pain. I really appreciate what you did."

"It's was nothing, I'm just glad my brother has a friend that's a girl for a change" Fuyumi paused then continued. "That's not a client." Fuyumi said giggling, which caused Haruhi to giggle as well.

The sound of footsteps was heard again, this time it was the twins. They came in and walked across from where Tamaki and Fuyumi and sat down and smiled at Fuyumi.

"When did Fuyumi get here, boss?" Kaoru

"She's been here since last night."

"Really?' Hikaru then turned to Fuyumi 'We didn't know since you weren't at dinner. We guessed that you were away." He and Kaoru shrugged their shoulders in unison.

Haruhi wondered if they would notice he arm, and who would be the first. Her questions were answered before she could even finish her thoughts…

"Haruhi, what's with the slang?" Hikaru said

"Oh, I hurt my arm earlier, and this was the only thing Fuyumi could do for me."

"Are you okay?" Kaoru

She couldn't help but roll her eyes; after all she was asked this question by Tamaki, Hani, Mori, Kyoya, Fuyumi, and now the twins. "Yes I am fine."

"Haruhi what happened?" Hikaru

"Nothing…"

The room grew silent again. Fuyumi was looking at the door way expecting for her brother to come in soon, Hikaru was looking at Haruhi, Kaoru was looking at Hikaru form the corner of his eye, Tamaki was looking at everyone in turn not knowing what to do, Hani was looking at the door way like Fuyumi was but was hoping that Mori would come in soon.

Meanwhile in the study

"Kyoya, if Haruhi didn't then I don't know if I should."

"I understand Mori-sempai."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, I was just carious. I say we go to the dining room. Everyone should be out of their rooms now."

"…"

The two left the room together and walked to the dining room. When they got there they found an unusually tense atmosphere. Most of everyone was looking at Haruhi with a confused expression on their faces. As they walked in they could feel the atmosphere change almost as soon as they step in. Fuyumi looked at her brother as he walked over to where Haruhi was sitting and sat beside her, Haruhi looked at Mori as he went to sit beside Hani, Mori looked at Haruhi and remembered the kiss and looked away, and all the others seemed to be looking at the person in front of them. Tamaki was the first to speak.

"So Kyoya, when are we leaving?" He said getting a blueberry muffin.

"This afternoon after we have lunch" Helping himself to some food he answered.

"Aw."

"Kyoya-sempai?" Haruhi said eyeing the waffles

"Yes?"

"Are we going in different cars?" she said reaching for the plate

"Yes. There are too many of us to fit in one limo comfortably." Kyoya said taking a bite of his food

'Damn rich people.'

"Have the ladies gone home yet?" Kaoru said getting some pancakes

"Yes, they left earlier this morning." Kyoya said taking another bite

"So we get the rest of the day to ourselves?" Hikaru getting the same thing as his brother

"Yes."

Haruhi looked at Mori; he was looking back at her, when he saw that she noticed he looked away, and then grabbed a banana.

"Haru-Chan is hanging out with us after breakfast right?" Hani said looking at Mori

"Ah"

This caused everyone but, Kyoya, Hani and Mori, to look at Haruhi.

She shrugged "Mori-sempai offered to teach me Kickboxing. You all said that I needed to learn a way to protect myself so I will. "She took another bite of her food, once again there was a heavy silence fell, the hosts that didn't know looked a little upset, but no one would have predicated the one to have protested…