I don't own Ouran High School, the Suohs do. I don't own the Host Club, I suspect Kyouya does! Nor do I own Ouran Highschool Host Club, so don't sue me please ^_^

Haruhi bowed in front of a sitting Kyouya, who looked up from his laptop. She cried: „I'm sorry, senpai!", stepped closer, leaned against both sides of his armchair and without looking him in the eye, she quickly kissed him. He could've counted up to 3 phases of her kiss: pushing her sweet lips softly against his, squeezing them lightly when shaping her mouth in the *chu* shape and gently brushing them as she moved away. But I guess this was the first time in Kyouya's life that he WASN'T counting anything.

„Again, I'm sorry," she said very quietly, perhaps revealing that she also felt something. Then she started justifying herself: „It was a bet with Hikaru and Kaoru. They said any of the hosts, so…" She dug her eyes in the ground, not seeing the strange expression in Kyouya's unrelaxed face. „So… I didn't want anybody to freak out, so…" Kyouya suddenly moved in his chair and partly hid his face when pushing his glasses closer, but for some reason, to her it seemed like putting on a mask. When he looked at her, she saw his confident business-like smirk.

„So you picked somebody who wouldn't 'freak out'. I understand."

She realized she was still blushing, so she looked at the clock and almost shouted out: „My, it's time to go home! I'm making a rather complicated dinner tonight, may I leave?"

„Of course," he gave her a polite smile without a hint of emotion. But as she was a step behind him, she heard him whisper: „I'll charge you later."

That was when the countdown started.

DAY 1.

Kyouya seemed to have something on his mind, but in the end he didn't do anything extraordinary.

DAY 2.

When tidying up after another tea party, Kyouya asked Haruhi to help him a little more, so they stayed behind. When they were quite close, but not facing each other, Kyouya spoke: „I've heard you're in need of a regular income, Haruhi."

She answered with a simple: „Umm."

„I think I found a way for you."

„Really?" She asked cheerfully, ignoring her instincts that screamed HANDS OFF, HE'S THE EVIL SHADOW KING!

„I could put your debt aside and start paying you from now on."

„Really?" Wait. That's waaay too easy.

„However…"

Yep, here we go – the catch.

„Are you sure you want to keep your debt untouched for a longer time? Considering that I've just trippled the back interest… I'm affraid you wouldn't be able to get rid of the debt even if you worked in the Host Club until you graduated."

„…Is there… any… other way?" She forced herself to say exactly the words he wanted.

„Well, I found one… " Kyouya cleared his throat and she sensed the moment when he put on his business mask. As he turned to her, he somehow made it so that the glance of his glasses hid his eyes. „Since a Host is not allowed to work outside the Host Club… You could slowly pay it off by… doing me a little favor. Regularly. Preferably every day. Yes, that would be agreeable."

„?" Haruhi still didn't follow. Tiny drops of sweat made his glasses slip a little lower and for a glimpse of an eye she could see his embarrassment.

„The kiss," he blurted and turned his back to her so he could continue: „One kiss a day, that's what I'm trying to discuss with you."

„But -"

„What, again that ‚no merit' theory of yours?" A nervous, false laughter escaped his mouth.

„Yeah -"

„Well believe me, I have some merit in it. I – I…" He fell silent. After a few seconds, she could almost hear him putting his mask back on. He spun to her and with a hand supporting his glasses on its side, he started with indifferent tone: „Physical pleasure, let's say. I'm a man after all. And you, Haruhi, are a woman with a fine kissing technique." He stepped forth with a confident smile. „Before you mobilize your morals, let's think it over, shall we. My offer seems quite uneconomical to me, so I guess you would call it generous. By kissing me once a day, you can redeem your debt in only 5 weeks."

He slowly breathed in and seeing her neutral expression, he got even more pushy, more sly, more fake: „Think about it, Haruhi. No work could be more advantageous. I wouldn't give you a single reason to think of yourself as any kind of prostitute. There would be rules. It's a very good offer. A girl of your social background can't refuse. Besides, I won't let you do anything else. It's the only offer you have."

She raised an eyebrow at how well she could see him through. For example the last few sentences: He tried to console her to talk her over, but he got uncomfortable in this humble position, so he changed to picking at her and then even threatening her. She had no interest in hearing more – she knew that he said what was needed to say, so as his smirk grew a little wider and he started another innuendo, she interrupted him with four abrupt words: „I'll think about it."

She left right away, leaving him indecisive between hating her for cutting him off or admiring her for ending this awkward situation. Now, she told herself, before thinking of anything else, I should be very thorough about this little question… How do I feel about the idea of kissing Kyouya-senpai? And not just once, but over and over and over?

DAY 3.

Kyouya purposefully stayed behind and so did Haruhi. Sitting behind his laptop just like when she kissed him for the first time, he hid himself behind his glasses and let out a long teasing syllable: „So..?"

Haruhi waited a few seconds to make him realize his own tension. She came here decided that she would accept his offer; she didn't mind, she never was a romantic person in the first place. But she would try her best not to get manipulated by him. Just as his confident expression vanished and he looked up at her, she leaned forward and kissed him. It was exactly the same as the last time –not shorter, nor longer, not gentler, nor rougher. She didn't know his taste at this, so she just copied herself.

This time she looked at him after their lips parted. Is he… blushing? That must be the surprise from my attack, she told herself, but deep inside she chuckled.

„Oh, I accept the offer, by the way." She gave him a little smile and walked away.

After a couple of minutes, first sound escaped Kyouya's lips; yet it wasn't anything more than a depressed: „Uh…"

DAY 4.

What the hell is his problem? Haruhi clenched her teeth at another of Kyouya's poisonous comments. The whole two hours of club activity became a nightmare, but after she ran out of anger she realized he only sheltered himself from feeling embarassed. On my account? she sighed.

As two hours slooowly passed, she saw the other 5 hosts to the door and closed it firmly. She was still angry when she returned to his armchair. He gave her another sly smile. Oh please, shut up, she thought as he took a breath to speak. She hastily leaned on his armchair and captured his opened mouth.

But she couldn't kiss him angrily. Once they touched, her lips went automatically soft and tender. She also didn't notice she was leaning a little closer and quite enjoying it.

„Mm…"

She broke the kiss with a start – What was that? Was that her? Such an embarrassing sound! She stood straight and waited for his mockery, but nothing came. She looked at him. Speechless. Indeed, he wasn't capable of a word.

I made him speechless! She fought a giggle as she left the club.

DAY 4.

I bet baby-Kyoya's first words were some kind of MOCKING as well, Haruhi sighed the other day as well, carrying a tray aroung the Host Club. She carefully put a teacup on his table and gave him a puzzled look. It said: Come on, I've already told you I know you're a good person, so spare me this maskerade! But he took it rather as: I wish I could hack your bank account, Mr. Four Eye!

„What is it Haruhi, can't wait till the end of the club?" While customers took it as an innocent question, Haruhi knew exactly what he meant.

„Why, of course not. All the ladies are so charming today," she smiled and then allowed herself to counterattack: „And what about you, Kouya-senpai? It's almost cold here, yet you unbuttoned two of your shirt buttons. Are you feeling unwell? Or are you nervous for some reason...?"

„Oh my, Kyouya-san, do you have a temperature? Will you let me touch your forehead?" The customers took over the conversation and Haruhi retreated, awfully satisfied.

And then, sooner or later, everyone but the two of them left.

„Oh, it's three buttons already." She said. She hoped that by teasing him, she would make him swallow his own medicine. Of course he snapped back.

She felt quite confident about her intelligence and verbal skills, so she could make a worthy opponent. Just bear with it until he gets the point…

But… he never did. GOD are all men like this?

„Kyouya-senpai." She cut their 20-minute verbal fight. „Do you not realize how uncomfortable this is? Considering what I'm supposed to do right now. Could you please save me this …torture?"

She unwillingly insulted him even more. He clenched his teeth at the thought of her feeling tortured by his presence. He took her hand and led her to a sofa, the ugly word echoing in his head. He pushed her in his lap and took a sharp breath before snapping: „Oh yeah, I think I underestimated the price of your k-ki-service after all."

Oh please… Haruhi almost howled. I'd do anything to silence him…Huh? Of course, to make him speechless…

„Maybe you should try harder and- Mmh!"

I'm overdoing it… Haruhi thought as she crushed his lips. But somehow, she couldn't restrain herself. Hey.. was this… attraction? She felt her body press against his. How come, she kissed him because she thought they barely felt anything for each other!

But she saw him through and through now: he never let anybody close, maybe just Tamaki, reluctantly. As his body screamed for kissing Haruhi, he tried to make her hate him at the same time to keep her at distance.

She dared to deepen the kiss a bit. Kissing Kyouya felt really good… She would never allow him to to be in such a self-destroying ‚love/hate' relationship. She wanted to caress him… As he relaxed against her, she grew softer and sweeter, tasting his lips over and over. He let out a little yet still vulnerable moan.

Oh yes, I want to caress him… But first, to get over with his There's-the-Great-Wall-of-China-around-My-Heart attitude, he must be given a lesson.

Haruhi broke off for air and covered panting Kyouya with butterfly kisses: His cheek, his ear, his neck and the little of his chest bared by the three buttons. „Kyouya-senpai," she whispered, returning to his lips and stopping a mere milimeter away from them. „Kyouya…"

„Yeah?" He breathed, eyes at half mass.

„Don't behave like an ass."

He needed a second to follow.

„What?"

„Don't behave like an ass. Don't make me not wanna kiss you." She almost lay on top of him, her serious eyes piercing his. She didn't want to make that Hollywood exit again, she gave him a chance to respond. But seconds passed and he was still… Not just speechless, breathless. She put on a small smile and said: „Think about it."As she raised on her feet, she intentionally stroked his shirt. Her footsteps were slower this time, and then the door-handle creaked.

DAY 5.

I overdid it. I was just as calculating as him, but for some reason when a woman is like that, they call her bitchy.

It might've felt good, but maybe every kissing does, what do I know.

Without any dating, with no nice words, half forced on me and yet with me being the leading kisser – what is thiat supposed to be?

Haruhi didn't feel well today. Anxiety was biting at her mind. Cowardice came in.

She didn't dare to look at Kyouya, who was notably absent-minded today.

„I've just got a call from my dad, he sprained his ankle and needs my help! Sorry guys, I'm leaving 20 minutes early!" Haruhi exclaimed with genuine nervousness and without waiting for allowance, she rushed out of the door.

Kyouya eyed the door for some seconds. Then his face turned red. Does that mean that there won't be any k-ki-service today? WHAAAT? The twins could swear they saw steam coming from his ears (so they called everyone to take a look or a photo).

DAY 6.

They hadn't even opened the Club yet and Haruhi could feel him standing behind her.

„Good afternoon, senpai," she pretended to be a week younger than she was now.

„Haruhi," he said quietly, almost inaudibly, „Help me prepare some lampions. They're in the store room." He turned around and led the way. Oh no, everybody will notice! His irregular breathing… His hands in fists, the drop of sweat on his temple… And his tie feels uncomfortable, I can tell just by seeing him from behind… But even as they walked by Tamaki, his behavior assured Haruhi of his utter ignorance.

He had some trouble unlocking the door – it seemed his hands were shaking.

„Let me," she gently took the key from his fingers and as she opened the door, she pondered aloud: „Are you alright, Kyouya-senpai? How come nobody noticed your uneasiness… There we go."

He stood still for while, then stepped inside, mumbling: „Yeah, I wonder… " The door shut and it was quiet. „I wonder… How come you're the only one…"

„Kyouya-senpai… The lampions?"

In the dim light of the store room, he found the courage to look her straight in the eyes. „The one and only who can see right through me…"

Oh my. „Ah. I-it's because…" she stuttered as he made another step forward. Her eyes dropped to their shoes in order to finish the sentence: „…I look. I see because I look." It was actually a little confession.

„I see." He almost whispered. „You look at me, not right through me or elsewhere. There's not many people who do that. And just one who can see something." His chuckle made it sound even sadder.

He touched her chin, signalling to her to raise her eyes. The touch gave her goosebumps: Oh my oh my oh… She never saw his sincere face this close. She barely peeped: „Your mask is gone", adding mentally: And your look can melt icebergs.

His eyes widened for a second at her knowing about his mask. „Haruhi, I'm going to kiss you…" He sort of warned her before lowering his mouth to hers. The first kiss he gave her. It was … sweet, but not in taste. Kyouya's lips moved sweetly across Haruhi's.

Suddenly he started talking again. The situation was obviously not rectified enough for him. „Haruhi, I want to look at you every single day. Not for the debt's sake, I mean-"

„I get it, I get it, we're going out!" she blurted and drew him back in the kiss. It was quite sheepish though, they were happy just for getting together. Until 5 minutes later. That was when the tongues came in. _

(This chapter still has a lot of Czenglish = mistakes Czechs make when using English ^_^' ) Next up: Haruhi X Mori !

Angie