Chapter 7

The scene in front of them was enough to leave them speechless.

The hosts had decided to go to the Ootori estate the next morning to "check on things with Kyoya and Emma", as they had put it. In reality, they all had thought that Kyoya wouldn't let Emma come back, so they decided that it would be best to go to her.

Haruhi had to be 'picked up'.

Kidnapped, more like. Haruhi thought.

They had asked one of the maids which guest room Emma would be staying in while she was here, wanting to see her before they had to face Kyoya. They had a feeling she wouldn't mind being visited by them. She was also wanted as a peacekeeper for when they would wake up Kyoya.

The maid had told them that she would be staying in Kyoya's room for the duration of her trip. This was a bit surprising, but they dismissed it, thinking that they had probably put a guest bed in Kyoya's room.

They continued their small trek to Kyoya's room, silently hoping he was at least partially awake, since waking him up was a completely terrifying experience. As they approached the door, five of the hosts stood back and allowed their king to open it, slowly.

Using the light from the windows and hallway, they looked around the room, searching for a bed other than Kyoya's. None was seen.

Their eyes looked around the room once again until they landed on the forms hidden beneath the blue comforter on the only bed in the room. Walking over silently, they looked at the forms more closely.

Eyes widening and cheeks flaring, they beheld the sight before them. A shirtless Kyoya was still deep in sleep with his arms wrapped loosely around a t-shirt clad Emma. Her arms lay between them, pressed against their chests. Both had content smiles on their faces.

Haruhi broke the heavy silence, "Should we wake them up?" She sounded uncertain.

Tamaki responded in a whisper, "Don't we have to? Won't we be late if he doesn't get up soon?"

This triggered terrified looks all around.

"Maybe we should wake up Em-chan first?" Honey said, making it sound like a question.

"Good idea, Honey-senpai." The twins said together, then turned to Tamaki "You should do it, Boss."

Tamaki paled at this, not wanting to get any closer to the sleeping demon, nor the girl in said demon's arms.

"Why don't you two do it!" Tamaki whisper-shouted. They continued to argue quietly.

Fed up with the arguments of the three, Haruhi decided to solve the problem, "I'll do it!"

She approached the left side of the bed warily, not wanting to accidentally awaken Kyoya first. She reached out, gently grasping Emma's arm, near her shoulder, and shook it softly.

"Emma," she whispered, "C'mon wake up, Emma."

She mumbled something in English, and though Haruhi could speak it a little, it was too quiet and fast for her to pick up. Emma turned out of Kyoya's grip, and her eyes pressed together more tightly.

Haruhi stepped back when she could pick out the one word Emma was now muttering over and over:

"Stop!"

Tears were streaming through her closed eyes, and down her face as she said less quietly than before.

"Stop, please!"

Her eyes shot open suddenly, and she looked straight into Haruhi's large, brown eyes. Neither could figure out what to say in that moment. She sat up slowly, and Haruhi noticed she was covered in sweat.

Kyoya shifted slightly, and mumbled Emma's name. She quickly turned to him and switched to Japanese.

"Shh, go back to sleep. Everything's fine. Just go back to sleep."

This seemed to placate him, as his breathing evened out once again. Emma carefully pulled the glasses from his face, folded them closed, and used them to keep her hands busy.

She kept her face down as she addressed the hosts.

"Hey guys," her voice sounded strained and groggy, her accent was thick, "what are you doing here?"

"We… um…" Tamaki trailed off, still in shock about what happened.

Haruhi gently took the glasses from Emma, who didn't put up a fight, and set them on the small table next to the bed. She then grabbed her hands delicately, and pulled her up from the bed.

"C'mon," Haruhi began quietly, "let's go get you cleaned up."

She kept hold of one of Emma's hands, and led her to the bathroom she noticed when they had entered. She stopped and turned to the others.

"You guys stay here." But, before they could start walking again, Emma turned to them, her head still down.

"Don't tell him about this, okay? He doesn't need to know, so don't mention it. Please." Her accent had remained heavy. She then continued walking with Haruhi, hand in hand, toward the bathroom.

Once they entered the large, luxurious bathroom, Haruhi shut the door, and turned the lock, not wanting any of the guys to walk in.

"Do you want to take a bath or a shower?" Her voice was gentle, and calming.

Emma nodded, then looked toward the bath and pointed weakly. Haruhi got the message and headed toward it, Emma in tow behind her.

She sat her down on the edge then proceeded to start the bath, feeling the water as it poured out, making sure it wasn't too hot. When it was about halfway full, she turned off the tap.

"Why don't you get in and I'll go get you some clothes, okay?" Emma nodded. "Can you tell me where your clothes are?"

"There, uh, in the bag by the door." Her voice was weak, but her accent had lessened slightly.

"Okay. I'll be right back." She then left the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

The hosts turned their heads toward her. They had moved to the couches in the middle of the room, though none of them looked too comfortable. One of them had turned on the overhead light, knowing it wouldn't be strong enough to wake Kyoya up.

Haruhi went to the duffel bag, which was already open, and looked for what she would need.

She sweat dropped when she noticed all of the multicolored jeans and t-shirts which all held logos for different things Haruhi had never heard of.

None of her clothes even match! What is she expecting me to choose?

She settled on white jeans with orange and blue mosaic patterns all over them, and a black t-shirt with the letters M, C and R in the middle, printed in white. The letters were enclosed in white circles with white arrows protruding from the tops of them. She also grabbed a new pair of plain black underwear and a bra.

She noted, much to her dismay, that the bra was several sizes larger than her own. She folded the undergarments between the pants and shirt, so the others wouldn't be able to see them.

Damn perverts.

She got up, and went back to the bathroom, finding Emma sitting in the bathtub with her knees drawn to her chest.

Haruhi set the clothes down on one of the tables in the room, then picked up Emma's dirty clothes, and placed them in the basket in the corner. She walked over to the bath, and sat on the edge.

"Do you want me to help? I could wash your hair, if you want."

She nodded in response. Haruhi shed her uniform jacket, and rolled up her sleeves. Looking around, she only noticed Kyoya's products.

"Did you bring your own shampoo? I can go get it if you want."

"No. Just use Kyo's, please. It's comforting."

Haruhi decided not to question it, and proceeded to wash her long, blonde hair. Emma then washed the rest of herself, using Kyoya's products.

When she was finished, she stepped out and Haruhi wrapped a towel around her.

"Do you want to talk about what happened earlier?"

She hesitated slightly, before responding"Just bad memories, turning into nightmares again. You'll probably find out later."

Haruhi didn't like the way she had said that. It sounded so much like foreboding.

"Why don't you get dressed, then we can go back out there and wake Kyoya-senpai up."

"Yeah, okay."

She slipped on the underwear, pants, and, bra, but when she got to the shirt, she held it up and began giggling. She hugged the shirt closely to her chest, a fond smile tugging on her lips, before she put the shirt on.

Haruhi gave her a slight questioning look, but didn't voice her curiosity.

Emma answered the non-verbal question, "Kyo bought me this shirt at the first concert I took him to." Her smile grew. "He hated that concert. Said that it was too loud and went on a rant about the people. Punk rock people aren't always the best, but… anyway, this is one of my favorite shirts."

She looked down, and took a deep breath.

"Alright, let's go!" she snapped her head back up, and clapped her hands together.

Haruhi grabbed her jacket, and walked toward the door. Emma opened it for her, with a large sweep of her arms, her smile widening marginally.

"Lead me into the fray, girly."

Happy update! I grant you an extra long chapter! (Seriously though, this shit is long.)

Side note: For those of you who aren't familiar with the band, MCR is My Chemical Romance, a punk rock band that disbanded quite a while ago *sheds tear*

Another side note: For any of you who read "Well That was Unexpected", I'm working on another chapter of that and changed it from complete to in-progress. It may take a while, since I like all of my chapters to be relatively the same length, and that was longer, therefore it'll take me longer to write.

In conclusion, I love you all! (Platonically of course. Except for you. Yeah, you know who you are. Merry late Christmas to You by the way ) Farewell until next time!

~Sora