Title: Invisible
Written by: WraithR249 & Yue Guang Kuroneko
Pairing: KyouyaxHaruhi
Rating: K (for now)
Warning: Slight OOCness!

Wraith's Note: Yesterday, we received an anonymous review from one username: Lily, stating that the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle is chemistry, not physics, as it is a part of Quantum theory. We would like to straighten this out so as to prevent any further confusion. The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle IS chemistry, that statement is 100 correct. However, quantum theory was merely used to construct the support for pre-determination.

However, Kyouya begins to discuss neutrinos, aka 'Ghost Particles.' The study of these particles is Quantum Mechanics, which is a branch of Quantum Physics. Therefore, Haruhi was correct in asking Kyouya not to continue with Quantum Physics, as he was no longer discussing the Quantum theory at the time of interruption, but physical systems BASED on the quantum theory.

Apologies for any confusion. Please enjoy this chapter!

Invisible
By WraithR249
(and co-written by Yue Guang Kuroneko)

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"Enough," Haruhi said to herself, placing down her teacup. She was going to stop thinking about him once and for all. This time, she meant what she said.

She opened up her textbook and began studying. Her eyes scanned the clean print, and she allowed her brain to soak in the information. Studying had always been something she enjoyed—it was quiet and peaceful when she studied and the trivial things in her life were melted away and appeared as knowledge.

She sighed when she was finished the page, and wondered haphazardly if Kyouya needed to study like this to get good gr-

Shut up, she told her brain. Her imagination had the powerful ability to sneak in his neat, black hair, and it was beginning to form his straight, classy eyewear when she caught herself and forcibly returned her attention onto her textbook.

She quickly wrote down another scrap of important information that she stumbled across, but had to stop to erase a word that she had copied down illegibly.

It really is too bad my writing isn't as neat as- Haruhi froze.

… The Hitachiin brothers, she concluded, feeling rather proud of herself; even though the twins' writing was truly nothing to be proud of.

One hour later, Haruhi stretched, her arms reaching for the ceiling. She had studied hard and her productivity was sure to pay off in class tomorrow.

"I deserve a break," she let out a small yawn, happy that she was able to keep herself from certain thoughts.

She was on her way to the bathroom when the phone rang.

"Hello, Fujioka residence," she answered pleasantly, still smiling lightly at her small accomplishment.

There was a pause on the other end.

"Ah, Haruhi. Is your father home?"

She froze. Why was he calling her father?

I bet father decided to send more embarrassing pictures of me in middle school again, Haruhi thought, sweatdropping at the thought.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but he's not home. I apologize. Please call back another time. Goodbye!"

She hung up immediately and slid to the floor, hiding her face in her knees as she embraced them tightly.

"Why won't I stop thinking about him?" She murmured into her knees miserably. It was very unlike her to feel this way about an interest of hers—all of her past interests ended up fading away as she dealt with them as she normally would with any other person, but he was different.

She got up and entered the bathroom to splash water on her face. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she began to feel extremely irritated.

"Just stop trying so hard to not think about him, that's what's causing him to pop up everywhere," she reasoned to her mirror self.

"Who are you trying to forget about?"

Haruhi was startled to hear her father's voice through the bathroom door.

"No one," she answered, opening the door for her father.

Her father wagged a finger at her. "You know, it's not healthy to bottle up your feelings like that. Why don't you tell your daddy who you're talking about?"

Haruhi gave an exasperated sigh. Of course she knew that. Then why am I doing it, she asked herself skeptically.

"Now then, who is it that you're in love with, Haruhi?"

Haruhi's eyes went wide at his far-from-home remark.

"I never said that I was in love," she protested.

"Oh, but you don't have to say it for me to know," her father winked at her.

Haruhi groaned in frustration and her father placed her arm around her.

"You know, Haruhi…" he said, suddenly solemn. "You are acting the same way your mother did when I asked her out on a date for the first time."

"And what did she end up doing?" Haruhi asked slightly bitter. "Did she turn you down?"

"No," her father responded distantly. "She turned me down…but I begged for her to explore her feelings, even if she wasn't sure how she felt about me."

Haruhi stared at her father, who seemed to be looking at nothing in particular.

Haruhi mumbled something softly and Ranka turned to her, focusing his attention on her, rather than the distant memories of Fujioka Kotoko.

"What was that, Haruhi? I couldn't hear you, mumbling like that," he said.

Haruhi glared at him, and sighed impatiently.

"Ootori Kyouya," she muttered.

Her father stared. Then his mouth dropped open to form a big O. "K-Kyouya-kun!" he spluttered excitedly. "This is great! I have to tell him-"

"You don't have to tell him anything, father," she said firmly.

Just then, the phone rang, and both of them looked at it simultaneously.

"I'll get it!" they both exclaimed, but surprisingly, Ranka pushed her away from the phone just as her hand reached for it.

"Dad! What are you—!"Haruhi yelped in surprise as she literally flew into the couch.

"Helloo! This is the Fujioka residence," Haruhi's father winked at her, and she glared back at him, sprawled out on the couch.

"Oh, how are you, Kyouya-kun? We were just talking about you!"

This couldn't be happening!

"Oh, is that so? Well, I must apologize for my daughter's rude behavior…I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive her. She can be especially moody at times."

Haruhi eyes shot daggers at her father who was all but giggling.

"Oh, you would? Of course! She's right here."

The next thing she knew, Haruhi was being motioned over by her father, and the receiver was put to her ear (with her father attempting to share the receiver at the same time.)

"Uh…hello?" she said, trying to pull away from her father at the same time.

"Haruhi? Was something wrong?" asked Kyouya's emotionless voice through the phone.

"Ah, yes- I mean, everything is alright… I just mistook you for… someone else," she lied lamely, ready to kill her snickering father.

"Oh, is that so? Is there someone bothering you?"

"No! I- well, there are a few prank caller kids that are bothering me, that's all! But they seemed to have stopped, I thought that you were them," she babbled, wincing at the horrible lie that she just told him.

"I see," His smooth voice held an invisible smirk. "You had me worried about you there for a moment, but I'm glad to hear that you are fine. That's all I wanted to ask you."

"Okay, goodnight, Kyouya-senpai," she sighed with relief.

"Give your father my regards," was his response before hanging up.

Haruhi put down the receiver and plopped down on the floor in huge relief.

"I don't even like him very much, but I can't stop thinking about him," she whispered, opening up to her father.

Ranka knelt down beside her. "That's the way she felt about me, too," he responded, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "But it turned out that she liked me a lot…but she just didn't want to."

Haruhi stared into her father's eyes. They were kind and serious, and he seemed genuinely happy for his daughter, now that she was in love. He seemed to really adore Ootori Kyouya.

"I feel like I'm not myself anymore. It's bothering me." She looked away from him.

It was so unlike her to feel nervous speaking to him on the phone. In fact, it was most definitely unlike her to be thinking about Kyouya in that manner. Was this what 'infatuation' is? The changing of one's entire being to become somebody completely foreign?

"The longer you continue to reject your feelings, the longer you will be unable to accept yourself," She heard her father say wisely with a soft smile.

Haruhi looked at him to see if this was really her father. He looked older, more serious, and more mature than usual—that was what love was, wasn't it? Her father even seemed different as he spoke about love—so was love truly that powerful?

Somehow, she doubted it.

However, she was slowly changing and she was fully aware of that. Was there something she wished to do about it? Or should she continue to deal with her emotions the way she did with past interests?

"Okay," she sighed, finally giving in. "What should I do?"

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Authors' Notes:

-WraithR269: Asking her dad for advice? What a bad idea. This is going to end disastrously XDDD

-Yue Guang Kuroneko: Okay. I KNOW it's OOC…and I KNOW that I'm the editor of this story to regulate OOCness, but for some strange reason, I CAN'T SEEM TO REGULATE IT!

Reader's Address

Wraith: Thank you everyone for the great reviews! It's 1:44 AM here and I'm eating Special K (with Red Berries). By the time we publish this chapter, we'll probably have chapter 5 done already

Kuron: Thanks to this story that Wraith-san started writing (and roped me into writing), I haven't written Kimi no Koe T.T Wraith-san really does write quickly, but I edit like a snow snail

Wraith: That's true. I looove Kimi no Koe, so maybe you should hop to it with that. clap clap chop chop

Kuron: What am I? A bunny? o-

Wraith: No, you're a cat

Kuron: Thanks for the observation. –sweatdrop- Weren't we going somewhere with this

Wraith: Oh, right. Thanks everyone for the reviews, with the support and encouragement, we'll become the next Dan Brown and J.K. Rowling. Anyway, I hope you're all prepared for what comes next… the angst. Love was never smooth sailing, so batten your hatches, ladies and gentlemen… we're in for stormy seas

Kuron: That… was creepy. But anyway! The both of us would like to thank all of our readers and our reviewers

Wraith: But we thank reviewers MORE. So if you want to be thanked more, then review. Until next chapter, Wraith and Kuron signing off! Now, go write Kimi no Koe

Kuron: Don't listen to him. We thank everyone equally! And okay, okay… I'm going, I'm going… bye everyone! (heart)