Alright! So Last night I thought up a new chapter, there's lots of music in it.

Today was a good day. Haruhi had classes all day but Rin had none. That meant she had the whole apartment to herself. She decided she would have to celebrate. And she knew just how to do it. She started by shedding down to her underwear and bra. She then went into the living room and put her ipod in the speakers. The song A Gentleman Caller began to play. Rin proceeded to sing along with Cursive, though she was not very good, and dance around; jumping from couch to chair.

"You say you wanna get even, you say you wanna get your bad man good. Well. Are you in the mood?!"

Kyouya had been in the brushing his teeth. He was thinking of how he was going to get out of the mess he was in, a question that haunted his every thought. He hadn't gotten any good sleep in quite a while. The stress was starting to show on his face. He looked in the mirror and traced the bags under his eyes. He was snapped out of his deep thought by a horrendous sound. He walked outside of the bathroom to find out who was killing a goat in the living room.

"You bad. Girl, Does it feel good?! Bein' Bad? DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO!" Rin scream-sang while jumping on the couch.

Kyouya let out an awkward cough.

Shit.

Rin froze in place for a moment. She then opened one eye, then the other. The two stared at each other for a moment. Please take note that this was not a romantic or lustful moment. It was pure awkward. And so they stood frozen. Kyouya, with his raised eyebrow of judgment. And Rin, who was too embarrassed to blush, was stark white.

Stupid girl. Stupid girl. Stupid girl. Stupid girl. Taunted the ipod as it switched to Gwen Stefani's song.

Finally Rin's brain decided to start working again.

"What the HELL are you doing in the living room you sick perv!" She erupted.

"I'm a perv?" Kyouya scoffed, raising an eyebrow. "You're the one dancing around the living room in your underwear." he pointed out.

Rin scowled at him, unwilling to admit that he had a point. After a few more seconds of embarassed glaring, the smart-ass that Rin was got the better of her.

"Am I allowed to go get dressed or are you going to keep staring at me?" She asked, scowling. Kyouya made a disgusted face at her.

"Please go get dressed." He almost begged, or at least as much as his remaining dignity would allow him. God, what was the world coming to when Kyouya Ohtori had to half-beg stupid people to do things that should have been common sense? Just proof of how much his life had gone downhill lately. He sighed in an exasperated manner as Rin headed to her room to find her discarded clothes.

Haruhi came home in the late afternoon. Rin immediately bombarded her with a mixture of rage and neediness.

"I want him out!" she erupted. "He has seen me in the nude and now he has to leave. That salesman is a sicko perv!"

"What?" Haruhi was shocked. "What the hell Kyouya?"

Kyouya was annoyed to be interrupted from his staring contest with one of his bills."Firstly, it was only her underwear. Secondly, she was in the living room dancing on the couches, which is why I am sitting on the floor. And Rin, I am not trying to sell anything so stop calling me that."

Haruhi turned to Rin. "You forgot he was here didn't you?"

"That's not the point. I don't like this arrangement. You didn't even ask me in the first place-"

"Because I pay the rent and you barely pay for your own food." Haruhi interrupted.

Rin growled. "Either way I don't like him. And I really don't trust him. He's a corrupt business owner, and from the stories you told me about him he's probably got some sinister plan. So, I'm going to bed so that I don't hit you…actually I would probably hit him, but you would yell at me. So good night." As she walked down the hallway she called to Haruhi. "Protect your loins, Haruhi. He's dangerous."

Kyouya and Haruhi looked at each other for a moment. "I'll Febreez the furniture." She sighed.

Kyouya was sitting on the couch, which was also his bed, shaking his head wearily at a sea of papers that surrounded him. Haruhi came in and sat beside him, careful not to wrinkle anything.

"What do you miss most about being rich?" she asked.

Kyouya smiled. "Oh god, what to choose? The money? The power? I think I miss the functions. The most, if I had to choose. It was an opportunity to make my father proud. I could wow some people into doing business with us and knowing just how to handle people. It was amazing. It's not a bad way to meet women either."

"hm. So, what do you do at those anyways? Just talk about how rich you are?"

"No, well a little. You just talk about anything proper. There's some food. And there's dancing. Tamaki actually invited me to one that's going on tonight, to make up for not being able to take me in. Of course I declined. It would be so embarrassing. Everyone knows what happened."

Haruhi saw that he probably did miss going to those events. So, she came up with a plan.

"You don't need a big ballroom to dance." Haruhi mentioned.

"I witnessed this fact earlier today." He looked up from the bill he was holding with wry grin.

"Yeah, well, I have a radio and-"

Kyouya got up and stood in a slight bow. He then offered Haruhi his hand, palm side up. "May I have this dance?"

She was surprised at how eagerly he responded. "Uh, sure." She then took his hand and stood up. "If you move the furniture I'll try to find a station that works."

She fiddled with the dial. After dealing with a helpless sea of static she finally found a jazz station. God this machine was a piece of crap!

"Alright, this is as good as we're gonna get." She sighed.

"I like it, it's nice." Kyouya replied. The two met in the center of the room.

"I will warn you that I forgot all of the dance lessons I got in highschool. It's pretty horrifying to see me in action." She said, her voice a little worried.

"Stand on my feet if you'd like. You're pretty small."

Haruhi was going to protest that that manner of dancing was reserved for small children and their fathers, but Kyouya grabbed her hands and took the lead.

A woman with a light southern drawl softly sang to them.

I know a place where we can go, baby,
Where you can find out just how low life can be.

Haruhi was concentrating on a lot of things at once. The tempo of the song. The steps she was taking. Her balance. Her distance from Kyouya. How hot her skin was where his hand touched her back, even through clothes. What was with this guy? Was he a freaking radiator or something?

Has no one told you, you have a future, girl
So bright and filled with promise
Has no one lead you down to Club Limbo.

Suddenly, Haruhi felt gravity turn on. She was falling towards the ground for reasons she did not know. A small yelp escaped her lips as she felt herself rushing towards the carpet. She braced herself for impact, but impact never came. She lay levitated in the air, though her vision had been flipped upside down.

Kyouya laughed. Haruhi lifted her head to see that he was the reason that she was in the air. It wasn't a spectacular phenomena, it was a dip.

"What was with that sound?" he said in between chuckles.

"uh, I was concentrating, and I wasn't paying attention, so I thought that I fell." She said, pink tinting her face.

The two had a good laugh and danced a while longer, to fast songs and slow songs alike.

After a while they sat on the couch.

"That was very enjoyable, I'm glad we did that" Kyouya reflected.

Haruhi had never seen him in such openly high spirits. There was color in his face and his smile was not smug, but sincere. This was unusual. She put her hand to his forehead.

"Are you alright, you're acting oddly."

Kyouya laughed. "I'm feeling better than I have in a long while." This was a true statement. He then looked at the coffee table that he had pushed into the kitchen area. Bills and other scary documents stared back at him, mockingly.

But, he wasn't going to think of that at the moment. There were other things he would rather spend time doing, like having fun with an old friend. They could ruin his life in the morning.

This is a fun story to write. My dear friend Crashing Wave Alchemist wrote most of the parts with Rin. It's a mixture of characters she made years ago and I absolutely love her! She's great comedic relief. I LOVE YOU MEL! THANKS FOR BEING MADE OF AWESOME SAUCE!