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CHAPTER TWO:

Hikaru read it aloud to us, quietly. "'Today Haruhi simply would not shut up about that party last night, about how it was a waste of time and she didn't want to be there in the first place. Tamaki and the twins seemed to think her harangues were the epitome of cuteness. I cannot see why. I cannot express how tired I am of hearing that girl complain. She acts as if she wants nothing to do with the club, but the truth is that we're good friends to her, and without us, she wouldn't have any friends. She acts as if the club is the heaviest burden she could carry, as if we are all beneath her because we are of a higher class than her. It's ironic. Maybe even amusing, in its own way. The worst part is that when she actually stops acting like a downer, she can actually be rather nice. I know she's capable of better than she offers us. But for every pleasant moment she partakes in, there are five more unpleasant moments to cancel them out."

The twins stopped reading and looked up at me, waiting for my reaction. I'm sure my expression must have been blank because I really didn't know how to feel. I took a deep breath and thought about what I had just read. Did Kyoya Senpai hate me? He often acted less than friendly around me, he never swooned over me like the other boys in the club, but I never knew he was this irritated by me. And to think I actually speculated he may have been romantically interested in me. So, I asked myself, should I feel angry? A little. Sad? Sure. Enlightened? "I guess maybe I do complain a lot, and sometimes I can be a little hard on you guys," I said quietly. "Maybe it does get on everyone's nerves."

The twins appeared ready to speak but then Tamaki Senpai interrupted. "Hikaru, Kaoru, can you please set the table for our guests?"

"Okay, boss," Kaoru replied before looking to Hikaru. "I guess we'll have to pull a different trick later so we can read more."

"Seems like it. I'll start thinking one up while I get the silverware."

The two closed the notebook and left it on the table before walking away. I eyed it and felt compelled to open it once more, despite the guilt in my stomach inflating with each passing moment. After the paragraph about me was one about the twins. In short, Kyoya Senpai thought that they needed to learn to channel their rebelliousness and energetic curiosity into productive pursuits; he thought that they needed to learn resourcefulness and shrewdness were more valuable versions of manipulation and sneakiness.

The next paragraph was about Honey Senpai and Mori Senpai. He didn't have much to say about them, at least today. He did make a comment about how he currently was worried that the cost of buying cakes for Honey was slowly but surely making the club spiral into a small debt.

The paragraph after that was about Renge. He said he admired her business tactics, her drive for success…and well…some other things about her. His description of her was surprisingly, well, descriptive, and my cheeks felt as if a match had been lit across them. I never knew Kyoya Senpai had it in him to write with such licentious sentiment; he always seemed so distanced from the human weaknesses of lust and sexual desire. I finally got to the end of the paragraph, where he admitted that he was slightly displeased that Renge had taken a liking to me. But then he wrote something curious: "In the end, though, it wouldn't really matter if Renge had stayed in love with me or not."

I contemplated this for a moment, not sure what to think. I supposed maybe he found her physically attractive but that her personality was a little to much for him to handle.

I then predicted that there would be one paragraph following Renge's about Tamaki Senpai since everyone else had been covered. I was actually very curious to see what Kyoya Senpai would say about Tamaki Senpai, what his true, unfiltered thoughts about his best friend were. He often acted as if he thought Tamaki Senpai was an idiot, but I had a feeling it was just that: acting.

But I was wrong. There wasn't one paragraph about Tamaki Senpai; there were fifteen paragraphs. Or, in other words, about five pages.

The first of the fifteen read like this: 'Tamaki just looked my way again. His eyes today appear to be deeper hue of lavender than usual. Damn him. Why does he have to look so beautiful all the time? Is it possible for him to ever look less than flawless?'

Before reading on, I tried to process this information. Were these words of jealousy?

'But he's not just beautiful on the outside. No, of course not. He has the most beautiful heart I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing the kindness and warmth of.'

I smiled. It was surprising and nice to see Kyoya Senpai say something sweet like that. And it was true.

'Today is our Royalty-Themed Event, and Tamaki is clad as a king. Predictable,' the notebook read. 'He looks so warm and comfortable in that heavy, velvet dressing gown of his. I wish I could be wrapped up in it with him.' My eyes widened. Now where was this going exactly? 'He used to snuggle me all the time when we were younger, wrapping his legs around my torso and shaking me silly. I acted so exasperated, but he must have known I loved it. So what happened? He hasn't touched me in what feels like forever, and I can't take it anymore. Does he think we're too old for such activities now? Or is he just too obsessed with that Haruhi girl? He touches her all the time. He's always so affectionate with her, the way he used to be with me. She's replaced me. Why? Why does he like her? I'm the perfect match for him. I'm his best friend, his confidant, his other half, his soulmate. Why the hell can't he see that?'

As I read on, his thoughts became more scattered. 'He looked at me again just now. Why does he keep looking over here? Gosh, he looks so damn cute in that king's outfit! I'm in LOVE LOVE.' So he was the one who came up with that quaint little phrase. 'I am. I must be. But I'll never be able to tell him. I'm just too scared, and I'll never get over this fear.'

Before reading on, I had to pause and think. I never knew Kyoya Senpai could write this way. So…passionately. So lovey-dovey. Without his usual coldness, without his usual formalities. And I never could have guessed he would be writing this way about Tamaki Senpai.

"Haruhi. What are you doing?"

I gasped and snapped the notebook shut instinctively. I looked to my side and saw Kyoya Senpai standing there, looking as if he was just about ready to send in the Otori Family Police to have me arrested and tortured. "Kyoya Senpai. I was just…"

"You were reading my notebook? Why would you do a thing like that?"

I had no answer. I didn't know why I did it. I knew it was wrong, and yet I continued to penetrate Kyoya Senpai's mind through my invasion of his privacy. "I'm sorry, Senpai," I whispered sadly. It was inadequate, but it was all I could come up with.

Kyoya Senpai's eyes shone with the fire of untainted fury, but before he could speak, guests began walking into Music Room #3 in flocks. Kyoya Senpai's expression then immediately transmogrified into one of calm happiness and charming willingness to serve the beautiful girls who approached him.

"Mademoiselle, how may I help you today?" Kyoya Senpai asked one of his fair maidens.

"Oh, Kyoya, you look so simply adorable in that Queen Outfit! You and Tamaki match perfectly!"

Upon hearing this, I took Kyoya Senpai's notebook and hide it in my book bag before ambling away and sitting down at a table across from some girls who requested me.