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

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

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"Recently, senpai, I've been having a… small problem. There is something diverting my attention from my studies and from my activities, and quite frankly, it's bothering me quite a bit."

Haruhi bit her lip.

"I hope it is not me," Kyouya said plainly.

You have no idea, Haruhi whispered to herself inwardly.

"Actually, senpai…" Haruhi took a long pause. Why did he have to stare at her like that?

She took a deep breath. And another.

And another.

This was a lot harder than she thought.

She looked at his face, and was surprised at what she saw.

His expression wasn't twisted into a look of worry and surprise, but he was looking at her anxiously. He kept his calm composure, but he looked as if he was ready to assist her if she needed it in any way.

Haruhi gathered up her courage.

"Actually, senpai, it is you."

His surprise flashed for a split second. "Excuse me?"

Her courage diminished again, but she knew that she couldn't turn back now. "It… it is you that is my problem. Lately, it's you that has been distracting me from my studies, and it's you that has shattered my focus. I don't know how to say this, but…"

Haruhi shut her eyes and clenched her fists tightly.

Say it, Fujioka Haruhi! Say it now or forever hold your peace!

"But… I have feelings for you, Ootori Kyouya."

Silence.

No reaction. No reply. He simply continued to stare at her.

The silence in the room was so deafening. Haruhi didn't feel any better after admitting her feelings.

Why wasn't he saying anything?

She wanted to slap him across the face, scream at him, anything to get a reaction out of him. He couldn't have been human. Couldn't he see her suffering?

"Impossible."

Haruhi stared.

"It's impossible," he repeated.

"Wh-what?" she asked, confused.

"I'm sorry," he said evenly. "This relationship is impossible. You, of all people, should understand."

He turned to leave.

Haruhi watched him walk away.

This can't be, she thought, distraught. I need to know why.

She chased after him, grabbing his arm. He stopped but didn't turn around.

"Then why?" she asked him softly, feeling something pricking at the back of her eyes. "Why did you pretend to care for me? Were you lying?"

His jaw twitched slightly, and she barely saw it.

"Why do you need to hide it? You care for me," she said firmly.

He whirled around, forcing his arm from her grip. She gasped when she saw the expression on his face. He looked pained.

It was the first time she had seen him look so upset.

Haruhi stared at him. "Is… it because… I am a commoner?" she asked him quietly, somehow feeling as if her life was being slowly sucked out of her body and into a vacuum cleaner.

"It would ruin your life, Haruhi," he said tersely, avoiding her question. He looked away from her, his eyes now distant. "It would mean the end of your involvement in the Host Club. Things would not be the same. Everyone would know the truth; everyone would know you are a female.

"In addition, there are many complications that this relationship would cause to me. Please understand this. It would not work between the two of us."

He turned his gaze towards her. She looked directly into his eyes, and saw nothing but doubt and regret.

"I understand," she whispered, and she let him go. He left the room swiftly without a sound. But she did not understand.

Haruhi sank to her knees and looked down at her hands.

My poor, stupid commoner hands, she thought to herself bitterly, staring blankly down at them. She felt numb and cold; she couldn't even feel the cold drops of tears that slid slowly down her cheeks and onto her hands. Even though she was never a very big fan of those damsels in distress in fairytales who cried because of a broken heart, she felt that she slightly understood why they would be so dramatic.

She covered her face in her hands and wept softly into them.

She did not understand. She didn't care if everyone found out that she was a female. The Host Club introduced her to wonderful friends, and it meant much to her, but it wouldn't ruin her life to lose it.

She didn't know what to do now. She contemplated what she would tell her father. Her poor father—he probably thought that she was out with her newfound love, spending time together in the late afternoon.

More tears fell when she admitted to herself that that is what she had wanted with him—and only him.

She did not know whether Ootori Kyouya cared for her or not. She did not know what she was going to tell her father. She did not know whether or not she could bear being a part of the Host Club tomorrow.

The only thing she was quite certain of was that Ootori Kyouya did not love her.

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Authors' Notes:

-WraithR269: -dodges tomatoes, trash, and other rotten vegetables- please, PLEASE, people, behave! I know you want to beat the crap out of him, so why don't you go torture him, not me! I know this chapter was short, but it's 4:34AM and I just wrote chapters 4, 5, and 6 back to back… it's not easy. Btw, fans, please don't rely on a happy ending. I have multiple plans out for where to take this story, but happy and tragic endings branch off at a single crucial point, and it really depends on the way I am feeling at the time… XP sowwy!

-Yue Guang Kuroneko: -sniffle sniffle- omg…I want to cry. Every single time I reread this chapter (due to BETAing) I feel like kicking and screaming at Kyouya. And fellow fans…if he ends it tragically, you can be quite sure who's not getting up the following morning. Anyway, I hope that you all got a good cry out of this chapter (I know I did) and hopefully, Wraith-san will send me chapter 7 soon. RIGHT, WRAITH?

-"-senpai" The suffix -senpai is used for those higher than you. For example, an 8th grader would call an 11th grader "-senpai"