Title: Invisible
Written by: WraithR249 & Yue Guang Kuroneko
Pairing: KyouyaxHaruhi
Rating: T

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Wraith: To my dear readers, reviewers, and to the fans of Kimi no Koe-

Thank you for all of your votes and participation! We got such a wide variety of responses that… uh, yeah… stuff… hm. Anyway, the final score was something like 27-30 or like 27-29 in favor of…

Kimi no Koe!

o.O

Anyway, we got responses ranging from OMG I refuse to choose between your two stories and OMG I refuse to choose between your two stories… vote for Invisible XD, Wraith, your retarded VOTE for kimi no koe, etc. etc. etc. Invisible is too slow Kimi no Koe is too FAST blahblhahblalhblhaajhsdkjalhsdkabsdlahah!

In 8 minutes I have to leave for class! I am writing this author's note as half of chapter 14 sits below me, so I guess I can write like another sentence in it.

I'm glad that KnK won (really!) aaaaand YEAH here is chapter 14!

P.S. Neko-chan thinks the votes are bull and that I should have won --

-Wraith

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

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"You could pay for those flowers with you body, too," he whispered, his breath hot on her face.

"Huh?"

Haruhi landed on the bed hard, staring up into his eyes. The hot passion that she saw in them was so thick that she felt it suffocating her.

"Do it," she hissed, gasping for air as she felt his fingers running up her leg, causing her to moan as he touched her skin with feather light caresses that left a fiery sensation lingering where his hand passed. "Make me yours."

He smiled, leaning forward to plant a fiery kiss on her lips. She arched her back to-

Haruhi awoke with a start.

She tried to sit up, but was only able to get up halfway before plopping her head back down onto her pillow. Her chest felt incredibly heavy.

She glanced at the clock to give her clues. 7:00. It was pretty dark out for that hour. She was glad it was a weekend. She wasn't sure she would be able to go to school if she couldn't even get out of bed.

The dark head of hair shifted on her chest and let out a groan. Haruhi froze.

In an instant, all the events of that afternoon hit her simultaneously. She remembered seeing him, and she grimaced as she recalled the story he told her, now even more uncertain of how to deal with Tamaki and Hikaru.

Kyouya shifted again, part of his leg hanging off the bed.

Haruhi looked down at his face. His expression was calm and relaxed, and he was even more handsome without his glasses. She blushed when she saw that his slightly parted lips were a little swollen, and imagined that her own probably were as well.

She stroked his hair lightly, and his eyes slowly opened unexpectedly. "Hmm?"

She smiled at him as their eyes met. "I think it's about time we had a talk."

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Kyouya set his tea down on the table and let out a long sigh. "What do you want to discuss?"

Haruhi waved her hand as though the answer were the most obvious thing in the world. "You and me. Tamaki. Hikaru. The Host Club. Everything. Where do you want to start?"

"The Host Club. Tamaki," He said as he tapped the cup with his finger, holding it firmly in his hand.

Haruhi bit her lip, but she was quite sure that her eyes were shining with determination. "If he wants to end the Host Club, then I suppose that's just a consequence that we can't avoid…"

"But I won't let that happen," Kyouya insisted. "I know how much you care for the Host Club, and I won't let him take it away from you."

Haruhi made a face at his comment.

"From us, from everyone," he corrected himself.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm not going to give this up just because that idiot is feeling selfish," she said obstinately.

Kyouya allowed himself a small smile that Haruhi huffed at.

"I'll think of something eventually," he said vaguely, taking a sudden interest in the table.

"Mmm. I wonder what Kaoru is thinking," she thought aloud, raising her eyes to the ceiling, recalling the sweeter twin's words.

"I wonder what Hikaru is thinking," Kyouya muttered in contrast.

Haruhi sighed again as she thought of Hikaru's underhanded plot to derail Kyouya's relationship with her.

"I'll talk to both of them," she said, looking down at her cup of tea. She was not looking forward to confronting either the hotheaded twin or the hyperactive blonde. "I'll see if I can talk some sense into them."

"I suppose that would be the most reasonable way to deal with them," Kyouya agreed thoughtfully, but his face showed his doubt. "There doesn't seem to be a need to retaliate just yet."

"Retaliate?" she joked, but Kyouya kept a straight face.

Guess he means business, she thought. Then again, everything is business when it comes to Ootori Kyouya.

"Guess it was kind of dangerous to pursue a relationship with you, knowing that those two were interested as well," he muttered, clearly unhappy with the complications that they were causing him, or rather, that he was causing himself. "They're probably not finished either."

Haruhi reached across and took his hand, looking at his long, elegant fingers.

"I won't let them stop us," she puffed out her chest, and to her surprise, Kyouya laughed.

She stared at him as he chuckled at her, looking genuinely happy. She stared at the attractive man. She wondered why he didn't have many designators. Perhaps he intimidated the girls, but she didn't see how that would keep them away for long.

"Which leaves us," he commented, after he had set a straight face.

Haruhi blinked. "Sorry?"

"You wanted to talk about us as well," he reminded her, glancing at his watch and looking indisputably unhappy with the time.

"Oh, right," she gulped. Now that he was sitting right there in front of her, she felt a little anxious to ask him how he felt about her. "I wanted to know… how you feel about me," she muttered under her breath, pulling her hands away from his.

Kyouya watched her as he sipped his tea, looking at her over his cup. "I see."

He took another sip and stayed silent. After a minute had passed, Haruhi wondered whether he had forgotten what they were talking about.

She was about to interrupt his thoughts when he finally spoke up.

"I care about you."

She blinked. He cares about her?

"Is that all?" she asked, feeling a little disappointed.

He stared back. "Were you expecting another answer?"

"Well, I'm sure you care about everyone else too, but you don't let them kiss you," she said bluntly.

"It's not like any of them tried," he replied in a know-it-all tone.

"I can't believe you. If you really don't care about me any more or less than everyone else, then I want you to leave," she said calmly after his words sank in.

Her face must have openly showed hurt and surprise as he stood up from the table because she clenched her fists as a reflex.

This is unbelievable, she thought, closing her eyes and waiting for him to walk out the door. I thought there was something…

She stood, her eyes still closed, prepared to lock the door after he left but then she opened her eyes in surprise as she felt his arms wrap around her, holding her closely from behind. Her deep breath caught the scent of tea, newspapers, expensive fabrics, and fancy car leather. As he held her close, she felt inexplicable warmth fill her, and slowly turned to clutch him tightly, obeying an abrupt urge that welled up inside of her.

"How much do you care about me?" he whispered into her ear curiously.

She held him tighter, feeling his warm breath tickle her ear.

"I think… I might love you, senpai," she answered. She closed her eyes and felt surprise cause a small tremble to run through his body.

She thought of Tamaki and Hikaru and the rest of the Host Club, and wondered exactly what they would think of them, should they pursue this relationship. As much as she tried to convince herself that she didn't care about their opinion, she found that there was still that sliver of guilt lying somewhere in her heart where it stabbed at her conscience.

Haruhi tightened her hold around Kyouya's warm body. Maybe she loved him. Maybe she didn't. But right here, right now, she felt the need to have him close, to have this mysterious, egoistic, but 'unexpectedly nice person' hold her and make her feel special in the strange way that no romantic ballad, no sweet nothing, no bouquet of roses could. She wanted to see that sweet warm smile emerge from underneath that cold, emotionless exterior. She wanted to learn all of his secrets, even though she probably never would.

She sighed deeply. It wasn't going to be fun, and it wasn't going to be easy.

She prepared for the worst.

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Authors' Notes:

-WraithR269: OMG, I finished this after writing the stupid author's note at the beginning (completed the second half, wrote the author's note after writing the first half so: first half of chapter 14 opening author's note finish chapter 14 this note). And guess what?! Now I'm probably late for class, which is gonna be awesome since I forgot to do the homework ANYWAY! WHOO!

Plus this chapter sucked so yeaaaah

-Yue Guang Kuroneko: I will stop procrastinating. I will stop procrastinating. I will stop procrastinating. ENJOY THIS CHAPTER, EVERYONE! –runs off to BETA chapter 15-