Intangible
An Ouran High School Host Club Fic
Rating - T
Featuring - Kyoya, 'cuz let's face it - he's pretty damn hot
Pairing - Tamaki / Haruhi because I'm open to their relationship
Disclaimer - Standard
Author's Notes - My goodness but I've been busy! Is it Friday yet? I just wanna graduate already! Sorry for the lack of updatage people, but in case you haven't noticed my life has gotten a little busy lately. I graduate with my B.A. in history on Friday, and seeing as I've been in college for the last seven years (most of it part time and then I changed my major...which I don't recommend unless you really do want to spend the rest of your life in school) it's about damn time! Yay me! Anyway, I did get the chapter finished a few days ago, but on Saturday the Internet went down at my house and then I worked all day Sunday and thus I'm updating today. Monday. So anyway this chapter is pretty heavy on the whole Kyoya/Haruhi pairing, which I did promise. Enjoy!

Kyoya felt like spending less and less time at his apartment. Over the last several days he had been by Tamaki's side almost constantly, making sure that the younger Suou had his class notes as well as keeping him together. He was by Tamaki's side when the young man first saw the splendor of the first mansion, and held him steady as he tentatively entered its hallowed halls. After spending so much time with other people around, it only drove home the fact that Kyoya was alone.

As the weather was growing warmer, Kyoya found solace in walking around the city in the evenings. So far the skies had been clear but tonight clearly told of rain in the ominous dark clouds that hung overhead. Looking up, he wondered if it would mean a thunderstorm. Certainly the conditions were right, but even then one could never tell. Putting his hand in his pants pocket, he reassured himself that he had his cell phone so that he could call for his chauffer should the heavens suddenly open on him.

It was one of the few times that Kyoya hated wearing glasses. When it rained they would fog up, and the water droplets messed up his vision and points of focus. However he didn't quite feel like himself if he didn't wear his glasses, so after that single day of wearing contacts he had put them back into the medicine cabinet in case of emergency. Of course today was starting to look like a good day to be wearing his contacts.

Sure enough, five minutes later the skies broke into a downpour with plenty of thunder and lightening to boot. Dashing for the nearest cover, Kyoya clobbered someone, nearly sending them to the pavement. "Watch where you're going!" he barked, not bothering to see if the other person was okay.

"K-kyoya-senpai?" the other person squeaked out. Another flash of lightening, and the other person was clinging to Kyoya like a static sock.

Looking down Kyoya realized that it wasn't just some random commoner who had latched on to his front; it was none other than Fujioka Haruhi. Remembering what Tamaki had yelled at Hikaru on that fateful afternoon in Karuizawa when all hell had broken loose, Kyoya instinctively wrapped his arms around her. "It's okay, Haruhi. The chances of getting struck by lightening are rare."

However the loud boom that followed that statement did nothing to reassure her and she gripped on to him even tighter. Maneuvering around her, Kyoya pulled out his cell phone and dialed his chauffer. After giving Watanabe his location, he pulled Haruhi's head closer to him and placed one ear on his chest. "Listen to my heart, Haruhi. Ignore the thunder. Close your eyes and forget the lightening." He kept talking, hoping that the sounds of his chest would drown out the thunder. When Watanabe pulled up, Kyoya found himself trying to manipulate the singular entity that he and Haruhi had become into the back of the car. Once they were in, Kyoya managed to pry Haruhi from him. Looking at the bags that she held, he gave her a strange look but said nothing.

"Shall I have my driver take you home? It doesn't look like the storm is going to let up any time soon."

"I, er, that is, I'd rather not go home…"

"Is your father working?"

"Well, he's out of town on a business trip."

Kyoya wondered what kind of business trips okama bar workers went on, but he decided it was better to not ask. "I suppose you can come back to my place. I have black out curtains and a decent stereo system."

"I don't want to impose, Kyoya-senpai…"

"Nonsense. Watanabe, please take me and the young lady back to my apartment."

"Yes, sir."

Watanabe rolled up the partition and left Kyoya and Haruhi alone for the remainder of the trip. Kyoya was glad for the basement-parking garage, more so now that ever before. The thunder was a distant clap, but Haruhi jumped anyway. He managed to get her into the elevator and to his apartment on the fifteenth floor with few troubles, and once into his apartment he clicked the remote to close the black out curtains. He then turned on the stereo to a classical station and turned up the volume enough to drown out the storm but not annoy his neighbors.

"Kyoya-senpai, are you sure you're okay with this?"

Kyoya had gone into the main bathroom and fetched a couple of towels. He handed one to Haruhi where she had tentatively perched on the couch and then placed the other on his head. "It's fine, Haruhi. I'm not going to charge you for gas or the meal."

"How kind of you," she answered dryly, taking the towel and wiping the water from her face. "I'm soaked!"

"I might have something you can wear. I can put your clothes in the dryer, along with mine."

"Kyoya-senpai? Do you do your own laundry?"

"I, well, no. I have a housekeeper who comes every day to cook and clean."

"I'd better do it then. You might ruin them." She stood and looked at Kyoya expectantly. When he didn't move she sighed. "You said you had something I could wear?"

"Ah, yes. This way." He walked to his room, a jittery feeling in his stomach. It was strange seeing as this wasn't the first time he'd been alone with her. Somehow though, this time it was different. He walked to his dresser and pulled out a pair of loose cotton lounge pants and a tee shirt. He handed them to Haruhi, who took them and then looked around. "Where can I change?"

"Ah, change in the bathroom," he said, indicating to the master bath. Haruhi peeked where he was pointing and all color drained from her face.

"In there?" she asked.

"It is a bathroom, Haruhi. Nothing is going to bite you, and trust me, there's nothing breakable in there."

She left him in his room, and he quickly peeled off his wet clothing and put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. Toweling off his hair, he looked at his reflection and sighed. The jeans were from the Hitachiin label and though the tee shirt was just a generic white undershirt, he still looked like some rich snob. He was still studying his reflection when Haruhi came back into his room, holding her wet clothes. "Give me your stuff and show me where the dryer is."

Kyoya did as told and for the first time took a good look at his dryer. "Wow, this is one of the really nice, high end models. You can fit a king sized comforter in here," Haruhi said in trivial awe.

"Is that important?"

Haruhi laughed slightly and Kyoya took it to be a sign that she was forgetting about the raging storm outside. "You sound like Tamaki-senpai."

"That wasn't my intention."

"I know, but you do it anyway. This is a good model. Most upper-middle class families have a dryer like this. My apartment came with a washer and a dryer and every ten years or so the landlady buys new fixtures for each apartment. Of course we get the typical model that only holds a standard load of laundry and doesn't have a wrinkle guard or extras like that." She had put their clothes in and started the machine all while she talked.

"Well, it's the dryer my apartment came with."

"It shows the quality of the building."

How odd that Haruhi would be able to tell the quality of a building just by the appliances. Somehow he knew that she would have plenty to say about the kitchen. "I think we should get something to eat. It is dinner time after all."

Haruhi followed him to the kitchen, but much to Kyoya' disappointment, didn't say anything about the appliances within. Going to the fridge, he found a plate with that night's dinner ready to be heated. "Ah, well since I don't usually have company I'm afraid that my housekeeper only prepared one dinner."

"That's fine," Haruhi said, starting to open and close cupboards in an attempt to get oriented. "I can make us something."

It was amazing how she was able to forget about the storm when she couldn't hear it or see it. Watching her putter around the kitchen, Kyoya remembered that night in Okinawa. Nekozawa's eccentric servants had placed Tamaki's room across the hall from Kyoya, which meant that the beloved Host Club King could have easily walked into his room at a most inconvenient time. It was true that he really had nothing material to gain by going after her in a physical way, but when she had walked out of the water closet every fiber of his being had begun to hum and respond to her in a way that he hadn't thought possible. He had coveted her at that moment, and had wanted nothing more to have her pressed against him enjoying the feel of him as much as he wanted to enjoy her.

However all of that came crashing down in a rather humorous manner after she had said that he had nothing to gain by going after her. He had left her and Tamaki alone, knowing full well that she was now ready to talk to the Host Club King about her earlier misstep. By the time he was ready to reclaim his room, with the rest of the Host Club at his heels, he found the pair in an interesting situation, though it was hardly scandalous compared to what he had done to Haruhi.

The twins had tormented their Baka no Tono relentlessly about being a pervert and into S & M, however Kyoya had known that something else was behind it. On the flight back to Tokyo, Kyoya had worn down Tamaki to get the real reason why he'd given Haruhi the earplugs and the blind fold. Although Tamaki was tight lipped at first, he had then made Kyoya swear not to tell the twins before he confessed that Haruhi was terrified of thunderstorms. By blocking out the noise and flashes, he had helped Haruhi cope with the storm. It really didn't sink in until that day at Karuizawa and Tamaki had ripped Hikaru up one side and down the other.

Because Kyoya wasn't really a morning person, one of the selling points of the apartment was the fact that it came with black out curtains. The stereo was a gift from Fuyumi for his high school graduation and was one of the nicest models currently on the market. It had been dirt cheap for her, especially since her husband's company manufactured the system. Thankful for both, Kyoya watched Haruhi prepare rice, broiled fish, and sautéed vegetables.

"You have an impressive selection," she said as she stirred the vegetables in their pan. "I thought that we might have to go to the market."

"My housekeeper keeps everything stocked. I don't cook, but every so often I'll make myself a sandwich if I'm up working late."

"So you don't do any cooking."

"I have a servant for that, Haruhi."

"I suppose. Well, this is almost done. I hope that everything is to your liking."

"I'm sure it's fine."

Haruhi dished up the food and then handed a plate to Kyoya. Looking at him expectantly, he led her into the dining room, where they sat down. Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata was starting, the eerily slow music fitting the mood almost perfectly. "So is it okay?" Haruhi asked, finding herself at a loss of what to say.

Kyoya nodded. "It's very good. What did you use to season the fish?"

"It's just lemon juice and herbs," Haruhi answered. "Nothing special."

"Hm," Kyoya said as he took another bite. Having grown up on only the finest gourmet meals, he had never understood Tamaki's love of commoner food. However the simplicity of the meal and its preparation somehow made it one of the most delicious meals he'd ever had. After swallowing, Kyoya stood from the table. "This calls for wine."

"Ah, Kyoya-senpai, I'd rather not."

"Then what would you like? I have mineral water, flavored water, iced tea, lemonade –"

Haruhi held up her hand to silence him and then made her request. "I'd like some iced tea."

"Very well," Kyoya said. He walked into the kitchen and poured a two glasses of iced tea. It was probably for the best that he didn't drink either. He might do something stupid.

Okay, before I get a bazillion flames saying that I am the most evil author on the planet, I do know that and I embrace it. That said, I felt it best to break this little section into two chapters, which will conclude spectacularly in, you guessed it, the next chapter. (Okay, so I'm feeling a little silly at the moment, get over it.) At any rate things are heating up and now it's gonna get really...interesting.

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