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Chapter 10

She felt so warm and secure. The softness of his touch rocked her back and forth. She distantly felt the gentleness of his lips touching her hair here, there, and back again. She felt his breath pulsing against her face, holding her close his heart embraced her.

"Don't go…." Her voice so far away, feather light. Everything was dark now, she couldn't see a thing.

"I won't ever go Haruhi. Sleep my dear, sleep." She wanted to see him, hear the voice and see the face. She craved it. Reaching out a hand it contacted with the side of a smooth, beautifully carved cheek. She felt the metal piece of his glass graze her finger tips and smiled.

"Thank you Kyouya." She could feel his smile, and wished so badly to see it. It felt true, why can't she see his true smile?

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Morning light filtered through the window in Haruhi's room and she moaned as it kissed her face non to gently. She rolled away from its attempted embrace and felt for the figure laying in the bed with her. She didn't realize what she was doing till she came up empty handed. Opening her eyes she found her room quiet and abandoned.

Frowning at first she realized that he…he had left. Sadness crept into her heart and that surprised her. She was very sad he wasn't here to greet her. But then again maybe he'd come only as a pitty mission…he knew along with the rest of the host club how terrifying storms were for her. Had he come of his own will? Or just ….what had made him come?

Haruhi decied to call him and crawled from the warm blankets and hurried down the hall where the phone sat, waiting for her. She hesitated for only a moment glancing at the clock and then dialed Kyouay's number.

She waited….waited…then click. No one answered. She felt her stomach drop a knotch as she thought about it. But then the phone rang out loud and clear through the silent house. Thinking it was Kyouya she raced to pick it up.

"Haruhi! My dear you've survived. Did you manage well last night? Did Kyouya come?" The last question stirred Haruhi as Tamaki all but screamed through the phone.

"Uh, yea…he did Tamki-Senpai. How'd you know?" She dreaded what he would say.

"I called him, I was so worried about you my dear." It felt awkward to have him talking to her like that and Haruhi began to shuffle from foot to foot. He'd been sent? But the look…the actions…it seemed …. Haruhi sighed and pushed away the hurt and plopped herself down on the couch to listen to Tamkai's bright ideas about a new club vacation trip. She listened, replied when necessary but her mind was across town thinking of the lone Ootori sitting silently on his bed watching the phone die in his hand.

Kyoyua didn't know why he hadn't answered the phone. He'd returned home late last night, thinking to finally get some sleep after Haruhi had dozed off in her bed….him curled right next to him. He felt his face warm again, but pushed it back. He did not blush.

He sat there fumbling with his phone and finally sighed and moved it away from him trying to forget the way she'd spoken so softly to him. How she'd curled close to him without hesitation and didn't even protest when he'd laid down next to her in the bed. He remembered the smooth touch of her tiny hand pressed against his face fingers grazing the ends of his glasses. She made him smile in the darkness. But as he had lain there listening to her steady breathing and caressing the smooth skin he'd thought of Tamaki. Calling him up frantically, worried about her. He'd heard the boys voice and guilt stabbed, deep and twisted. Was he doing the right thing? Indugling in his own personal feeling at the expense of Tamaki's? Kyouya knew haruhi had some sort of connection with the other teen, and was probably only thinking of him as a good, close friend.

It ultimately came down to one question.

Who would have Haruhi?