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

Authors' Note I:

Kuron: WARNING. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT SCIENCE STUFF, DON'T BOTHER READING WRAITH-SAN'S RIDICULOUSLY LONG AUTHOR'S NOTE! Please skip ahead to read the story! Teehee xD

Wraith: Left a review for my own story because I obviously can't log in. Here's what it said:

I apologize for any confusion that chapter 10 has been causing, HAYATOCHIRI makes a good point, yes, we do need chairs, and yes we do need shoes.

I am sorry if not everyone who has been reading the chapters is also checking the reviews, so when I post chapter 12, I will include this support for my argument.

The point is not that we should get rid of shoes, nor is it that we should get rid of chairs. Just like many other things, we believe that the solution lies somehwere IN BETWEEN.

The thing with shoes is, not wearing shoes is better for your feet because it allows your foot to become accustomed to the ground, which it was made to do, and it gives your nerves a better sense of balance because your foot is in direct contact with the ground (as opposed to you feeling pressure on certain parts of the sole).

Let me make an example. Say you want to go visit your next door neighbor. You put on your shoes and go next door. The end.

However, what if it were possible, since there is a sidewalk connecting your house and theirs, you could NOT wear shoes at all, and just go to your friend's house? Wow! Great!

Now if there are like thorns and physically damaging dangers out there, I mean come on, it's obvious, wear your shoes. It will protect you.

Unfortunately technology is a one way street, and we use it even when we don't need it, more so than you think.

The point of the technology argument is to balance out the pros with the cons. So if it's so good for the feet, why don't we just announce it out loud that shoes aren't so great after all?

Simple. We have. This book exists. But here's the thing- by announcing it, no money is made, only money is lost.

Who would run these widespread announcements? Why would they spend money to ensure that everyone hears about it? If it takes a lot of money to do so, then no one would do it. Plus, shoe manufacturers would lose a lot of money if society were successfully convinced.

So the only people who can publish it are the scientists who did the scientific research. Hence the book of essays. It doesn't get much more scientific than that.

As for the chairs, yes, we can't get rid of chairs. But don't they sit on the ground in Japan? It's not as luxurious, but I think the book said that there was scientific evidence that THEY were getting the winnings of the posture lottery (their posture was much better off than ours).

I mean, we don't NEED chairs. It's not impossible to do what the Japanese (?) are doing when they sit on the floor. As I said before though, technology is a one way street. To get rid of chairs would be the same situation as getting rid of shoes, as you can probably see now.

Basically, we invented a whole lot of new things that are comfortable, convenient, but we are unable to distinguish when we don't need them, so we just use them all the time.

Yet, it is easy to see that I am trying to make you all get rid of , which is NOT what I am saying at all (but even I think that sometimes we lose track of that), my argument is that the usage of certain technologies should be cut down, not just for energy conservation or whatever, but for ourselves.

Keep reading the fic if you enjoy it, sorry if it keeps getting worse :(

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

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Kyouya swept the hair out of his eyes with his hand, brushing it to the side in deep thought.

He leaned onto the black leather of the door of his limousine, gazing at the objects passing by as disappearing blurs. It seemed like the past few days had moved by just as quickly.

"You still have a lot to learn about commoners," Haruhi's words and cheerful visage crept into his thoughts, making him smile inwardly.

Since when were you so in love, Ootori Kyouya? He asked himself wryly.

"Ootori-san, we're approaching the Suou residence now," Kyouya heard, closing his eyes and thinking hard.

"Thank you."

He folded his hands gently and twiddled his thumbs. Maybe it would be more fitting if I felt a little bit more nervous, he thought sarcastically. He had no idea how Tamaki would act. He wasn't sure what kind of explosive reaction he should be expecting, but the image of the young man didn't unsettle him in the least.

"We've arrived, sir," informed the driver, opening the door moments later.

"Thank you," he responded in a concentrated tone. "Please wait here. I will not be long," he instructed the driver trying to practice a lighter tone before confronting the Host Club king about his daughter.

Walking up the stairs leisurely, a butler opened the grand door, presenting to him the Suou residence.

"The young master is in the game room," the butler informed him. "Please allow me to lead the way."

Kyouya followed the man, who was exercising a brisk pace. The butler knocked on the giant wooden door. "Young master, Ootori Kyouya has arrived as you expected," the butler announced to him.

"Send him in to join me," Tamaki replied coolly through the door.

Kyouya had already decided that something was wrong, and Tamaki's response to the butler's announcement had confirmed his suspicions. He wasn't personally met by Tamaki at the front door as usual. He didn't sound happy upon hearing that his best friend had arrived. The tone that he used when acknowledging his arrival…

Guess this won't be so easy after all, he shrugged indifferently. At least it wouldn't be boring.

He pushed the door open slightly as the butler motioned for him to proceed. Entering at a slow pace, he discovered Tamaki leaning over a pool table casually, lining up for the break.

"Perfect timing, Kyouya," he greeted, not looking up from his shot. With a swift movement of his arm, he executed his shot creating a messy looking break. A yellow and purple ball rolled slowly into two different pockets. "One and four, Kyouya. It looks like stripes for you."

Kyouya examined a few of the cues on display alongside the far wall. Reaching for a black one, he gripped it loosely in his hands, looking satisfied.

"So what is it you want to talk about?" Tamaki asked, missing his next shot.

Kyouya smiled at him. So, he knows something. "How did you know I want to talk about something?"

The cue ball banked the side rail, knocking the nine into the corner pocket.

"I can tell from your face when you have something to say," was his reply, chalking his cue idly. The twelve fell into the side pocket.

"Is that so?" his tone clearly reflected his disbelief. He could feel Tamaki's eyes on him, watching his movements. The fifteen rolled slowly down the head rail and fell into the corner pocket.

Tamaki watched him silently prowl around the table, searching for his next shot. Kyouya leaned forward, brow furrowed in concentration. The cue ball left it's position, kissing the thirteen and falling into the corner.

Scratch. His eyebrow twitched.

He noticed Tamaki's scrutinizing glare as he went to retrieve the pocketed ball.

"It's about Haruhi," he said calmly, handing Tamaki the ball.

The blonde's hand gripped the cue ball tightly. "What about her?"

Kyouya stood, facing him. They stared at each other, and a moment passed. Kyouya had never seen him act like this before. It surprised him that his friend had not done something stupidly idiotic since his arrival.

He studied the eyes of his friend. They were hard, accusing eyes.

"What do you want with her?" Tamaki asked, his voice uncharacteristically hoarse. "What are you planning?" The hand gripping the ball turned white.

"Tamaki, relax. What are you talking about—?"

A cry escaped the boy's throat, and the ball he was gripping tightly flew out of his hand at an incredible speed, shattering the expensive stained glass window that overlooked the game room.

"What the hell could you possibly offer her! What the hell do you have that I don't!" he cried, grabbing Kyouya by the shirt.

Kyouya stared at him, remaining silent.

Tamaki shook him violently. "How can she possibly like someone like… some cold, unfeeling… someone like you?"

Kyouya closed his eyes as he was shook, clenching his jaw. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked the enraged man.

Tamaki narrowed his eyes. "I saw you two. I saw you two talking and smiling at each other. I know you two are having a secret relationship. I know you have slept with her. Everyone knows about it."

Tamaki cursed and released Kyouya, looking to the side. "How could you do this to me, Kyouya? We were best friends, and you betrayed me. You took the woman that I loved, and you became involved with her. I should have known when I found you two—"

Tamaki was cut short as he was struck by Kyouya's fist to the underside of his jaw.

"Stop being such an idiot," he grimaced, cracking his knuckles. Tamaki sat up on the floor, staring up stupidly at him.

"Those were only rumors, I can't believe that you put so much stock into them," Kyouya spat, disgusted. 'You really are an idiot. I had no idea you would get so worked up over something this stupid."

"R-rumors?" Tamaki asked stupidly.

Kyouya sighed. Tamaki had heard the rumors and believed them. It was going to be complicated to tell him the truth.

"Yes, rumors," he said impatiently. "Haruhi and I have never been involved like that."

"And… and your relationship?" Tamaki asked hopefully.

Kyouya paused. "Haruhi..." Kyouya looked at his friend, who was peering up at him expectantly.

Kyouya pushed his glasses up his face, and turned around. "Haruhi and I… have admitted that we have feelings for each other," he said through gritted teeth.

Tamaki stared at him. A minute passed. And then another. Kyouya blinked, wondering impatiently how long it would take him to react.

"That can't be," Tamaki whispered.

Really now, Kyouya rolled his eyes.

"I won't let that happen," Tamaki said slowly.

"Hm?" Kyouya wondered what he would do to stop them. He didn't have control over either of them.

"If you become involved with Haruhi… I'll end the Host Club," Tamaki threatened.

Kyouya stared. He didn't expect that.

"Haruhi loves the Host Club, Kyouya," Tamaki said hollowly. "Do not take that away from her."

Kyouya balled his hand into a fist. He knew it was true.

"I'll see you tomorrow in class," he muttered, walking out the door.

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"Where are you taking me, Hikaru-kun?" the girl giggled, trying to keep up with Hikaru as he dragged her arm.

"Listen to me," he grinned mischievously. "I am going to take you some place fun, but you have to trust me, alright?"

From a small distance, Hikaru admitted that Kozue looked a bit like Haruhi with her short hair and similar complexion. He smiled approvingly.

"What is this place, Hikaru-kun?" Kozue asked curiously, gazing around the apartment complex.

"We're almost there…" he trailed off, still moving forward.

"Hikaru-kun I'm getting tired, can we- mmph!" Kozue yelped as Hikaru grabbed her roughly and forced his lips on hers.

"Hikaru-kun…" she moaned softly, leaning deeper into the kiss.

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Kyouya cursed at the most recent turn of events, deciding how to proceed with Tamaki. He stepped out of the car impatiently, and jogged swiftly to the stairs of the apartment complex to tell Haruhi what had happened. He had to know what she wanted to do about this.

He slowed his pace by a little, turning the corner—

Kyouya's eyes widened at what he saw, and he froze in his tracks. In front of Haruhi's apartment, he saw Hikaru.

And he was kissing Haruhi.

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Authors' Notes II:

-WraithR269: I hated writing this chapter. None of it turned out the way I wanted it to.

-Yue Guang Kuroneko: Um. Um. GUYS WHO PLAY POOL ARE HOT! (Especially Kyouya!) KYAAAA! I like playing pool too…I know, I'm weird. (Can any of you tell just how angry I am by the pointless rambling I have going on here?) Okay…

1) I can but can't imagine Tamaki acting that way. I know. That makes no sense.
2) I can but can't imagine Hikaru that way. I know. That doesn't make any sense either.
And 3) WHAT AN ANNOYING LITTLE GIRL! HOW DARE YOU KISS HIKARU! ONLY KAORU CAN KISS HIKAR— -is gagged and beaten to death-