Thanks for all the reviews to Draycos, GinnyPotter88, Ice-creamy-life, Zurla Adams, XOiHeartMiloOX, Rare Reviewer (in the original manga when they go to the beach it's actually Nekozawa's beachhouse and not Kyouya's. Very funny.) Adriadne Bassarid, animefantomboy, LadyGraceC, Castus2008(thank you! I'm really loving this couple and the ideas for their story) TheEvilMuffinToaster(glad you're still free, hope that ur over strep and your evil laugh is back for this chapter,lol) hitsugaya07, , & DelilHeart13.

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Kyouya was prostrate on the ground doing his morning pushups. Since he awoke, he had been thinking about the previous night, the kiss, the how and the why it happened. It was all Haruhi's fault, he decided.

Kyouya had walls. He was fine with his walls. He was comfortable with his walls. He was the one who erected them after all and he was very satisfied with his work. So why couldn't Haruhi just be satisfied? Everyone else was. Everyone else was content to accept the truth as Kyouya gave it. Why did Haruhi insist on being difficult and ask for more? Tamaki and Fuyumi were the only people in the world who came close to that but at least they both had respect for who he was and what he allowed them to see. They did not force him to concede more than he was willing to. They at least had the decency to let him acknowledge the fact that they were seeing further behind the façade than anyone else and move on. But it was always his decision whether to acknowledge it or not. It was always his choice. Not with Haruhi. No, she did something completely different, completely unprecedented. She wanted to force him to admit it, and even with that she not satisfied; she wanted him to admit it to her.

Haruhi was right and that knowledge infuriated Kyouya to no end. Kyouya prided himself on his ability to remain unaffected or at least to appear that way. Usually he did control people's opinion of him because he was very adept at controlling his reaction to them. It gave him the ability to control the conversation and ultimately the situation itself. He was well equipped to implement whichever device would best suit his current circumstance. Whether he relied on his seemingly impervious nature or his Host Club charm, he accomplished the results he desired by maintaining the control. So, Kyouya could not tolerate the lack of control he had when dealing with Haruhi. He could not endure the feeling of being so… powerless.

Being powerless was another thing that the Ootori could not tolerate. He was much smarter than most of the people he knew. Kyouya had been manipulating the world around him and the people in it since he was a teenager: from assuring the 'chairman's son' was the one to get acclaim for capturing the flag to covertly acquiring pictures off the Host Club's member's for their customers to help pay for the club's many expenditures, to gaining a natural, albeit reluctant, host after she broke an 8million yen vase that he had insured for 10million yen. As if, with bakas like Tamaki and Hikaru and Kaoru always running around, he did not have the prudence to ensure that a vase placed in the center of the room would be insured, he thought smugly. Of course no one else in the host club knew about that last bit because Kyouya was the one who took care of all the logistics regarding the club. So, it was rare for Kyouya to not have command of a given situation and impossible—or so he had thought—for someone to actually trigger an uncalculated reaction.

Oh, he couldn't believe that he kissed Haruhi. Had he actually kissed her? He didn't even know where that reaction came from. Yes, she had argued him into confusion. Yes, he was frustrated by her dominance of the situation. Yes, he was desperate to find a way to regain the control. And, yes she was provoking him to perform some kind of uncharacteristic action. 'Do something.' 'Be spontaneous.' 'Surprise me.' Haruhi's words replayed in Kyouya's memory, taunting him. Yes, it was all very annoying at the time…and slightly emasculating. But, in what demented corner of his brain did kissing Haruhi seem like the appropriate response? What synapse misfire caused that particularly brilliant idea? Any other time or place he would not have even considered it as a possibility. He would never have believed that had happened if he wasn't there. Kyouya still wasn't completely sure if he did believe it.

Perhaps, Haruhi was right and he did have too much champagne. He had actually kissed Haruhi. But, that also brought up the other point blazing in Kyouya's mind. He paused in mid-pushup.

Haruhi had kissed him back.

"You are up early." Fuyumi stood in the doorway witnessing her brother's morning workout that seemed particularly grueling this morning. She made a mental note. "Especially after the night you had." Fuyumi added.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Kyouya asked quickly as he continued his last set of pushups.

"I mean that you are not a morning person when you do not stay out late much less when you do." Fuyumi answered, then looking at him with eyebrow raised asked. "What did you mean?"

"Nothing." Kyouya mumbled.

"I'm sure. So did you have fun last night reconnecting with your old kohias?" Fuyumi asked grinning as she entered the room, with her hands behind her back.

Kyouya just stopped and, rising to his feet, glared at her. "Is there something you wanted this early in the morning?"

"Perhaps, or perhaps since I am here to help for the party anyway, I just wanted to say hello to my otouto." Fuyumi said.

"I'm sure. You look like you have something to say so you might as well say it and get it over with." Kyouya ordered, as he began to stretch. The muscles on his arms, chest and back were burning from the brutality he had subjected upon himself. He was unconsciously punishing his body for its lack of control the previous night and trying to find some way to eliminate the frustration he had felt since then.

"Fine. You looked very strange last night…" Fuyumi began watching Kyouya intently as he crossed the room and grabbed his sports bottle. "And you were very quiet on the way home."

"I am always quiet." Kyouya answered bringing the bottle to his mouth.

"Yes, but I think I know you well enough to know that this was something different. Did something happen between you and Haruhi-san?"

Kyouya choked on his drink, causing it to spill onto his chest.

"Why would you say that?" He asked with as much apathy as he could manage effectively. Eyeing his onee-san wearily, he grabbed his towel and began wiping his chest. Did someone see? Did something happen? Did Haruhi tell—no he couldn't imagine her doing that. She probably wanted to forget about that moment of insanity as much as he did. But, she did kiss him back. Kyouya quickly threw the towel over him and immediately shook his head to prevent that direction of his thoughts.

"Just call it women's intuition." Fuyumi said taking a seat. Her eyes had not left Kyouya and she observed all of his reactions.

"Nothing…happened…really." Kyouya answered, putting on his shirt,

"Really?" Fuyumi said quirking her brow in that way that let Kyouya know that she knew there was more going on and she would keep probing him until he confided in her.

"It was all her fault!" Kyouya exploded as he throwing towel down, as if it was the offender. The frustration and confusion was still so fresh and prevalent that all it took was that slight nudge to shatter his imperfectly crafted illusion of indifference.

Fuyumi jumped back, surprised by her usually reserved Kyouya's outburst.

"What does it matter that I did not call her or keep in contact with her. We were never that close." Kyouya was pacing as he stated his case. "She was with Tamaki. She was close to Hikaru and Kaoru and Hunni. She never paid much attention to me. She even talked to Mori more than she talked to me. She seems to have no problem talking with anyone other than me. She obviously had no problem talking to that baka Ikeda last night, did she? So, why should I be the one jumping through hoops and making concessions to be friends with her now? She should just get over it so we can get back to work and move on. I did."

"You can't expect everyone to be able to push aside their feelings like you do Kyouya-kun." Fuyumi began, following her brother's movements as though she were watching at tennis match. "Obviously Haruhi-san was hurt by your neglect of her. What did she say?"

"Well, she didn't say anything about being hurt." Kyouya answered, putting on his glasses.

Looking up to see his sister's concerned expression, he remembered Haruhi's words about him not visiting after Ranka's death. Kyouya was certain that there was nothing he could say to Haruhi or do that would make any difference at this point. Ranka had died over five years ago. Kyouya had resolved then, and was even more determined now that certain information would remain confidential. Since Haruhi was obviously quite adept at thinking the worst of him, she would undoubtedly think the worst of that as well. It would probably just add resentment to the mounting list of negative opinions Haruhi had about him. And, that was fine. Let Haruhi think what she wants. If Haruhi wanted the think the worst of him, who was he to disappoint her? Why should he be affected by Fujioka Haruhi's assessment of him? Kyouya had always been resigned to his deeds, good and bad, and as a result was adroitly immune to criticism. But the memory of Haruhi's acerbic verbal dissection of his character infuriated him all over again.

"She was just arguing—yelling at me actually. It made no sense. She kept going on about how everything I do is calculated like I am some kind of robot or something that can only see in numbers. I don't live a real life. I never do anything that I want to do. I've never followed an urge or a desire. She is so convinced that she knows everything about me. What does she know of my desires? When has she ever known anything about me?" He yelled.

"What did you say?" Fuyumi asked tentatively, as she watched her brother's volatile reaction.

"Nothing." Kyouya mumbled taking his seat.

"Nothing?"

"No." Kyouya said averting his gaze.

"So…" Fuyumi began, looking at him confused. What did Kyouya mean nothing? Fuyumi knew well enough to know how competent her brother was in a debate. He was not confrontational or belligerent rather he was shrewd and insightful and usually the victor in verbal battles. She could not understand how Kyouya could have nothing to say in response after Haruhi had apparently said so much. "…Then what did you do?"

"I…" Kyouya was silent for a while. "I kissed her." He finally admitted.

"You what?!!"

"I didn't mean to. It was an accident." He quickly explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry Kyou-kun did you trip?" Fuyumi looked at the icy glare that Kyouya was giving her and continued. "I'm just saying that a person does not usually kiss another person by accident, especially you I am sure."

Kyouya sighed and dropped his head in his hands. "I don't understand how it happened. It just… happened. But that doesn't mean anything… does it?" He asked lifting his head enough to regard Fuyumi.

"I don't know."

"Now, you don't know." Kyouya complained. Fuyumi obviously came in to give her his opinion and now that he was willing to listen to it she had nothing? Now was the time he needed his onee-san's advice and could actually benefit from her extensive, previously regarded useless, knowledge of people, Kyouya thought. He would never admit it but he wanted Fuyumi's help. Ootori Kyouya did not ask for help no matter how desperate he was. And though he was desperate, he could not openly ask for assistance. Kyouya prided himself of self-sufficiency and could not succumb to such a display of weakness.

"Fine." Fuyumi sighed, seeing the distressed look on Kyouya's face. "I think it means that you obviously care for Haruhi-san more than you are trying to acknowledge. Perhaps, it was just frustration and you had a misdirected reaction by kissing her because you didn't know how to respond or perhaps it was something more but either way you will never find out unless you find a way to get her back into your life. If you want to reconcile with her-"

"Who said I wanted to reconcile with her?" Kyouya interrupted. He leaned back and firmly crossed his arms over his chest. "I was fine not being friends with her for the past eight years. Why should anything change now?"

"All I am saying Kyouya is that your influence and your cunning is not going to work this time. Haruhi is obviously not a person who is impressed or intimidated by Ootori Kyouya—which I have to say impresses me—but either way your usual approach will not work with her. If you want a chance to reconnect with Haruhi-san you have to make the effort and connect with her on an emotional level. You have to listen to her grievances and acknowledge that her feelings are valid and dare I say it, apologize. Perhaps Haruhi-san's friendship means more to you than you are aware of or more than you would like to admit because the last time anyone has gotten under your skin or affected you this much, the last time I saw you this passionate about anyone was over ten years ago when you met Tamaki and as I recall he turned out to be your best fiend. That never would've happened if you did not stop being who you thought you were supposed to be and started being who you really are with him. It's just something you might want to consider." Fuyumi said smugly as she brought out the Society section of the newspaper, from where she was hiding it, and rested it before him. She leaned forward and kissed Kyouya's forehead before departing the room.

Kyouya's eyes went wide as he looked down at the newspaper then dropped his head in despair.

"Kuso!"

"Haruhi?" Mei turned around surprised to hear the oath coming from her usually reticent roommate. "I thought you were the morning person." Mei said grinning.

Haruhi did not grin. She just dragged her feet to the living room and threw her body onto the couch. "Why are you awake so early?"

"I have to look at the reviews. So far I'm a hit. Listen to this: 'Newcomer Yasumura Mei-san's debut had all the fashionista's talking. All this style reporter has to say is Mei Oui!' Hehe! Yuzuha-sama already called me and said that the phones have been ringing with people wanting to know how soon they can get their hands on a Mei-chan original. Can you believe it?" Mei squealed.

Haruhi cringed as her roommate and best friend shrieked but she allowed her the excitement. "Congratulation, Mei. I knew you would do well. But, could you please show your excitement with fewer decibels?"

"What did you have to drink last night that you are so hung over anyway? I thought I was supposed to be the one celebrating?"

"Trust me I was not drinking because I was celebrating."

"Did something happen?" Mei asked bringing Haruhi a cup of coffee.

"Not really." Haruhi answered, before taking a sip.

"Mmm, that's a yes then. You were pretty much throwing them back last night. So I figure—kyaa! You're in the paper!"

"Aww, Mei. Do you remember that whole thing about the decibels?"

"Look!" Mei bounced from the chair she was sitting in and plopped down beside Haruhi. Dropping the paper on Haruhi's lap, Mei began to read the caption. "Double her pleasure. Lucky lady Fujioka Haruhi-san gets a double dose with Hitachiin-samas Hikaru and Kaoru." Mei said grinning at the picture of Haruhi flanked by the twins, who leaning down were kissing her cheeks. "Check you out Haru-chan you made the Society section."

"Great." Haruhi said rolling her eyes.

"You are so ungrateful. Do you know how many people would kill to be in this paper?" Mei complained turning the page.

"Well, they could have it. When were they even taking pictures?"

"Haruhi they took pictures of everything, everywhere. The place was loaded with cameras. Only you would not notice—kamisama!"

"Aww…what?"

"Handsome playboy Ikeda Hayate-san with newcomer Fujioka Haruhi-san, in a Mei Oui original." Mei read looking at the paper.

"You have got to be kidding me?" Haruhi slumped back down onto the couch. What was this world coming to that anyone was so interested in her simply because she was standing beside Haya-san? "Who actually cares about this stuff anyway?" Haruhi complained. "How do these people even know who I am?"

"I think you might be the new It girl." Mei said.

"The new what?"

"Well, you were kind of surrounded by handsome, rich men all night. I mean serious eligible bachelors here. Meanwhile, I think it is really enlightened of me not to even be a little upset that you are in more pictures than I am. I think it says a lot about my character and how well rounded I am." Mei said magnanimously. She looked at the paper again and sighed. "And with all the hotties from the party, too. This makes three pics now."

"No, it's two. The twins were in the same picture." Haruhi corrected.

Mei cleared her throat and ruffled the paper to get Haruhi's attention. "Fujioka Haruhi-san sharing a private moment with the enigmatic Ootori Kyouya-sama." Mei read. "That makes three pictures and four bachelors."

"What?!!!" Haruhi screamed sitting up. She snatched the paper from Mei to look at the picture of Kyouya and herself. They were sitting at the table, leaning towards each other and since you could not tell that they were arguing they really did look like they were 'sharing a private moment'. A picture says a thousand words apparently and this picture was saying all the wrong ones. "Oh, this can't be real." Haruhi groaned.

"What's wrong? So you take a few pictures with a few very handsome men. A girl could do worse. Do you know how many girls go to these parties hoping to get in a picture with just one of these men? And with Kyouya-kun! That is like finding Buddha. He's never in pictures."

"I do not want to be in a picture with Kyouya!"

"Wrear. Okay, retract the claws Haruhi." Mei said, demonstrating with her hand for dramatic effect. "What happed with you two?"

"Nothing."

"You do remember that you are a terrible liar right? Besides, if you don't tell me now I am just going to bother you until you do. Or perhaps, I should just call Kyouya-kun himself." Mei threatened whipping out her phone.

"All right! Stop."

"I thought you would see it my way."

"This is blackmail you know."

"Stop deflecting and tell me what happened to get you this upset." Mei ordered.

"We got into an argument." Haruhi stated.

"Well, I knew that from when you guys worked together. How was this one any different?"

"I'm not sure what happened exactly. One minute I was arguing about him not being a good friend because he was the only one I hadn't really talked to after the club and I guess I was more upset about that than I had realized and he was the only one who did not even come to see me or anything after dad...even Tamaki…anyway I guess that upset me more than I had realized as well."

"Didn't he send you that huge bouquet of flowers? That means something right?" Mei tried.

"Yeah, it means that he knew what happened and would rather have a servant send condolences than to actually be bothered with seeing me himself." Haruhi said. "It doesn't matter anyway. That's just who he is. I always knew he was a cold, and calculating, and unfeeling, and-"

"Okay, I see where this is going, bring it back." Mei said interrupting Haruhi's rant. "So tell me what happened."

"I don't know…one minute we were arguing and the next we were…" Haruhi fell silent.

"And the next you were what?"

"…kissing?"

"All this success must be going to my head. I could've sworn it sounded like you said kissing."

"I did." Haruhi mumbled.

"You and Kyouya?" Mei said calmly.

"Un."

"Kissing?"

"Un."

"Kami-sama. Kami-freakin-sama!" Mei screamed sitting up. "What happened? Tell me everything."

"There is nothing to tell."

"Really? Because two days ago you were telling me he was the devil incarnate and now you are telling me that you guys had a hot make out session-"

"Woah! Woah, woah woah!" Haruhi said holding her hands out as if she could physically stop Mei's words. "There was no making out. There was no session. There was no hot."

"Then what was there?"

"There was just two people… who… accidentally-"

"Accidentally?!!"

"Mei." Haruhi complained holding her head.

"Gomen. But let us figure this one out. First and probably most important: who kissed who?"

"I don't know."

Mei reached for her phone again.

"All right! He kissed me."

"Interesting. And did you kiss him back?"

"I…I am not sure." Haruhi said averting her eyes.

"So, that's a yes then." Mei said. "How did it happen? I mean what were you guys doing that led to that?"

"I don't know. We were arguing. I was talking about how cold and calculating he was—which he is. And I guess I might've pushed him or something. I kept daring him to do something… spontaneous."

"Like what?"

"Anything. I said... 'surprise me.'"

"And did he surprise you?" Mei asked grinning.

"Oh, I can't believe this."

"I can't believe Kyouya-kun. But, it is always the silent brooding ones who are holding all their burning passions inside."

"Mei-"

"For all we know he could've been in love with you for years and have been waiting for a way to express his-"

"Mei! Can we reel back the imagination please?"

"So how was it? Was Kyouya-kun a good kisser?" Mei asked moving closer. "I bet he was."

"I... don't see what that has to do with anything."

"So that's another yes then."

"I never said-"

"So what are you going to do now?"

"Nothing, I don't have to see him until Monday so by then I am sure we will be able to pretend like nothing happened. I wouldn't be surprised if my firm tells me that I am not needed at the Ootori Group anymore. I am sure the last thing he wants to do is see me after last night. He probably wants to forget it more than I do."

"Well maybe not." Mei quickly grabbed her phone as it had begun vibrating on the table. "Moshi moshi….Oh hey Kyouya-kun…Arrigato, yes it seems that I am a hit after all…Oh you want to talk to Haruhi?"

Haruhi sat across from her frantically waving her hands back and forth telling her no.

"Oh, sure she's right here. Hold on." Mei said with a wicked smile before handing Haruhi the phone.

After mouthing a silent 'I hate you' to Mei, Haruhi snatched the phone from her. "Um, this is Haruhi speaking." She wanted to keep everything as professional as possible.

"Oh, Haru—Fujioka-san." Kyouya began. He paused for a moment and they both sat on the phone in silence. "Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"It's in the bedroom. I didn't hear it ringing." Haruhi answered stunned.

"Oh… well…I am—we are having a party tonight. There are going to be some very important people there that I need to get on my side for this project. Since you are working on this with me I need you to be there." Kyouya ordered.

"But-"

"And it is formal, black tie, so you need to find an appropriate dress. Do you need me to send you something suitable?"

"No, but-"

"Fine. I'll send a car for you at seven." He said quickly.

"Wait! Ootori-sa—Kyouya!" Haruhi stopped talking as she realized that Kyouya had already hung up the phone.

What was that? How could he just throw that on her at the last minute? He never mentioned anything about this party before. And why did she have to be there? She was barely involved in this project. Yes, she knew her firm was on retainer for the Ootori Group so their needs were supposed to take precedence over any other project the firm was working on, but did that mean they were allowed to take her weekends as well. She really wanted to have a few days to get over the whole Kyouya thing before she had to see him again. She was really hoping that he would say he did not need her after all. But, if she was being ordered to attend this party that must mean that she had more work to do on this project. What did this mean? How long was she going to be working with Kyouya?

"Aww." Haruhi groaned slumping back down on the couch.

"What happened?" Mei asked.

"I have to go to a party for the Ootori Group." Haruhi complained.

"Really? Are you going as Kyouya-kun's date?"

"No!! It is work. It is strictly a business function. There is no date involved."

"Fine! Gomen. You're touchy…is that because you wanted it to be a date?" Mei teased.

Haruhi just gave her an icy glare that would've made Kyouya proud.

"Just kidding."

"I'm going back to bed." Haruhi grumbled, dragging herself off the couch.

Kyouya stood in the Ballroom waiting impatiently. Tachibana had already called to say that they had arrived with Haruhi, but the youngest Ootori could not contain his anxiety at seeing Haruhi again. After what happened last night, and her cold reaction to him this morning—well, how did you expect her to react after you attacked her like a crazed schoolboy, he scolded himself.

Well, that was not going to happen again. He needed to make certain Haruhi knew that. They would have a completely professional relationship. Maybe, he should have replaced her with another lawyer after all. That was his first plan this morning but following through seemed too much like running away. So, he had a moment of temporary insanity. He was not going to make one egregious error in judgment change how he behaved around her. And he was not going to make it affect his plans for the future. The fact of the matter was that Haruhi was good at what she did. Even though she considered herself a glorified proofreader, the work she had done so far was incomparable. But, Kyouya knew her character and her intelligence enough to expect that. And. it was much more preferable to be working with someone he knew and trusted. And Haruhi was quiet but not uncomfortably so. He liked that. Actually, Kyouya found that he liked working with Haruhi in general. The five people they had sent before her were each in their own way decidedly unexceptional.

Kyouya did not want to give Haruhi up now that he had finally found someone he liked—as an employee. The point was, he was not going to restart the parade of horrors when he had a person whom could more than satisfactorily complete the job. He would just behave the way he normally did and move on. He and Haruhi were both adults. He would acknowledge that what he did was completely inappropriate and assure Haruhi that it was not going to happen again. It was not going to happen again. It was a fluke. It was a momentary departure from his senses and his ideals caused by…caused by…Kyouya hadn't quite managed to work out what it was caused by but he knew he was not going to let one moment of confusion threaten to challenge his ambitions. Kyouya was confident that it would not happen again. There would be no merits in repeating what would be just an unfortunate distraction.

"Fujioka Haruhi-san." The announcer informed.

Kyouya frowned as he turned to look. He did not know why Fuyumi insisted on such pomp and circumstance like announcing each guest when they arrived. But, he supposed, it did make things easier. It gave him a chance to prepare before seeing her. Perhaps, if he had remembered that he would not have been lurking at the bottom of the steps like some…

Kyouya looked up and spotted Haruhi for the first time. He immediately realized that he was not prepared enough.

Haruhi stood frozen at the top of the stairs. She disliked being the center of attention in a more normal situation. She hated the fact that the entire room's attention seemed to be focused on her.

"Fujioka-sama." Tachibana said holding his arm out for her. Since he had returned he joined Fuyumi's rotation to escort any unaccompanied ladies down the staircase.

Haruhi took a deep breath and inconspicuously smoothed her dress. The dress was snow white to the floor. It was sleeveless with an appliquéd strap on her left shoulder. The raised branch-like design splintered across the bodice diagonally to her right hip, then fragmented downward in the back of the gown. The skirt hugged her hips and began to fishtail from just above her knees. She wore white elbow length gloves and her hair was pulled back at the crown with curls caressing her back, and just a few wisps of hair loose at her temples and along her hairline.

"Haruhi-san looks stunning, doesn't she?" Fuyumi whispered as she paused beside Kyouya. She continued her journey leaving her brother to greet his guest.

Kyouya did not know when Fuyumi had joined him, or left him or could fully recall what she had said. He was far too engrossed and staggered watching Haruhi's descent. He swallowed hard. It was not happening again, he reminded himself. What happened was a fluke…a momentary lapse.

"Kyou—Ootori-san," Haruhi amended remembering to keep everything professional. "Is everything okay."

"Oh, hai." Kyouya said catching himself. He quickly extended his hand for her gloved hand and helped her down the last few steps.

"Is this dress not okay after all? I wasn't sure but Mei said…are you sure you are okay?" Haruhi asked seeing the dazed expression on Kyouya's face as he observed her. She was right before when she thought Kyouya wanted to forget what happened more than she did—and so did she. At least she did not have to worry about what happened the night before happening again. Kyouya looked so uncomfortable in her presence that she was certain he was probably imagining himself anywhere other than in her company. He looked like he was going to be sick.

"Senpai?"

"Huh? What?"

Haruhi sighed. Kyouya looked so distracted that he was practically ignoring her. He was the one who invited her in the first place. Actually it was more like an order than an invitation. The least he could do was acknowledge the fact that she came.

"Well? I'm here and formal. Does this not meet your requirements?"

"Oh, no…I mean yes…it's fine." Kyouya answered imperceptibly shaking his head to regain his focus. He took advantage of the fact that he had permission to actually observe her from head to toe. The dress hugged Haruhi's figure as if it were sewn on. It draped across the front of her slender body and illustrated the shape of her breasts and the curve of her hips. Her figure was certainly well past being able to pretend to be a boy. "I think you are actually exceeding the requirements quite a bit." Kyouya mumbled, adjusting his glasses.

"What did you say?" Haruhi asked.

"Nothing, we should go in." Kyouya took her by the waist and led her inside. He cautiously glanced at Haruhi again as she stepped before him. Haruhi's dress was made more tantalizing by completely revealing her back. It made a soft 'v' at the small of her back, leaving her completely bare, except for the strap on her left shoulder. Kyouya drank in the sight of her bare skin as his eyes slowly fell, observing her from behind. He began to notice the sway of her hips and become enthralled by the shape of the back of her skirt every time Haruhi took a step. Kyouya immediately looked away.

It was not happening again.

A/N: Sorry there wasn't much interaction with them but I promise there will be more in the next chap...which comes much faster after my computer sees reviews, lol.