Author's Note: Hiya Luckies! Can you tell I watched the entire Lucky Star anime in less than a week? Forgive me. I made Kyoya blind as Tamaki. The thing is I can't have him figuring her out, 'cuz while he would be just the type to keep it a secret from Tamaki just for fun, there's a lot of parts where he would tell Tamaki just to get him out of his depression because, well, let's face it, Tamaki is far less productive when he's depressed. Also, yeah yeah I know its pretty easy to recognize Haruhi in a dress, but this is a what if story, and anyway she manages to fool the Host Club girls pretty well. I toyed with the idea of her wearing a mask, but I thought that would be too cheesy. Part of the point is that as romanticized as looking into someone's eyes and knowing stuff about them (if you like them, who they are if you'd met before, etc.) is, you cannot recognize a person by just their eyes. Admittedly the Host Club have more than just eyes to work with, but give me a little suspension of disbelief here.

Chapter 3: Kyoya

The day after Mitsukai's visit to the music room Tamaki was ecstatic. The twins kept commenting on how lovestruck he looked, Honey started asking if he was ok, or if maybe he'd found something he might wanna share, and Haruhi noticed that even Kyoya was glancing more often at Tamaki from the corner of his eye, writing diligently in his little black book.

The next day, however, Tamaki seemed to realize that he'd neglected to set up another time and place to meet with her. He was depressed and anxious for most of the morning, but come afternoon worry had given way to purpose. He made it a point to greet every single girl that came in through the doors of the music room, gazing deeply into the eyes of every Host Club guest and asking the ones that didn't favor him to remind him of their names. Haruhi just smiled a small, secret, oddly pleased smile and went back to serving tea.

Then it really began. Once Tamaki had concluded that he was just incapable of picking Mitsukai out of all the Host Club regulars he fell into an even deeper depression. All the Hosts had to take on extra guests as Tamaki became almost incapable of entertaining, and two days in a row he simply withdrew from Host Club activities altogether. He stayed late everyday, refusing to allow anyone to stay with him, and spent every break at the gazebo, looking dejected and forlorn.

"Whats up with the boss?" asked Hikaru, staring out a window they had discovered which looked out on the gazebo.

"Beats me, but he sure is depressed," Kaoru replied, looking almost pitying down at Tamaki.

"Hey, do you think it has something to do with that girl he mentioned, Kyoya-senpai?" Hikaru asked, turning to where Kyoya was sitting on a nearby couch, still writing.

"I would assume," Kyoya replied, not looking up, "have either of you heard him talk about anything else all week?"

"You think the boss might really be in love with this girl?" Kaoru asked his twin.

Haruhi snorted, forgetting to be quiet and not draw attention to herself as she poured a cup of tea and went to stand by the door across from the window. She had kept her head down for the last week, simply thanking her lucky stars that Tamaki had forgotten to bind her to another promise. She had, of course, taken the excuse and literally run with it, staying as far away from the gazebo and the club room after hours as she could, and though she had noticed Tamaki's declining mood she had decided that it simply wasn't worth it to seek him out on her own.

Kyoya glanced up at Haruhi and raised an eyebrow. "You don't think so?" he asked, with as much interest as he put into anything.

Haruhi paused, wondering how to get out of this one. Idiot, why couldn't she have kept quiet!

"Well," she began, "I just think it would be odd for him to fall in love so . . . quickly, is all. I mean, doesn't it take longer than just two days?"

"Then what do you think is wrong with Tama-chan?" Honey piped up from where he was sitting in a chair across from Kyoya, of course eating cake.

Haruhi shrugged, trying to seem indifferent. "Maybe its just that she's interesting," she mused, "Maybe he's just fascinated that there's actually a girl out there who's immune to the seductive power of Tamaki Suoh."

Kyoya, who had since gone back to writing in his black book, only made a small noise of doubt in the back of his throat. "Well, its not like he's the only Host here," he replied casually, "There are girls who prefer one of us to him."

"Still, he has some effect on them," Haruhi argued, trying to keep her voice light and unconcerned, "he's just not used to girls who are completely immune to his . . ."

"Charm?" tried Honey.

"Charisma?" Kyoya offered.

"Undeniable sex appeal?" the twins guessed in unison.

Haruhi fought down a blush. "Yeah. That."

"You know, come to think of it, we met a girl near the music room last week," Hikaru recalled, turning to his twin.

Haruhi's heart stopped.

"Yeah," Kaoru agreed, "and she was wearing a white dress. Didn't the boss say that this mystery girl was wearing a white dress?"

"Oh?" prompted Kyoya, suddenly interested, "what day?"

"Tuesday," Hikaru told him.

"The same day Tamaki first stayed behind in the music room after school," Kyoya mused.

"Wow," she piped up, trying to sound curious and not panicked, "maybe you guys met her."

"What was she like?" Honey asked, tilting his head to the side innocently.

"She was . . ." Haruhi waited for Hikaru to continue, wondering how he would describe her.

"Strange," Kaoru finished at last, he and his twin exchanging odd looks. "She wasn't like the girls who usually come to the Host Club."

Haruhi frowned slightly into her tea. That was all they had to say?

"She was in a hurry to get to the music room," Hikaru continued, apparently satisfied with his twin's description.

"Do you think she might have been Tamaki's mystery girl?"

Kyoya paused a moment, as though thinking.

"Perhaps she was."

-Later-

Haruhi hung back, letting the twins get ahead of her as the last of the guests left and the Hosts as well began to go home. She wanted to think. What was going on with Tamaki? Obviously his mood had to do with having no way to see "Mitsukai" again, but was it really affecting him that much? Was he really that upset over not being able to see her? And if so, why?

Suddenly Haruhi stopped, sighing deeply as she realized she'd left her bag behind in the club room. Turning, she retreated down the hall and came to the music room door, wondering if Tamaki would be inside to yell at her again for interrupting his chance to possibly meet with with, well, her.

"I know its stupid Kyoya," she heard Tamaki's voice say forlornly as she stepped carefully inside, trying not to draw attention to herself.

Tamaki was near the back of the room, pacing as Kyoya sat at a nearby table, writing as ever in his book.

"Is she really that interesting to you?" Kyoya asked, not looking up from what he was doing.

Tamaki stopped pacing for a moment, turning to face Kyoya with a distant expression.

"She's not just interesting," Tamaki said softly, so softly that Haruhi could barely hear him from her position by the door. She hadn't moved since she'd entered, and apparently hadn't yet been noticed either.

"She's incredible Kyoya," Tamaki continued, making Kyoya look up from his book at the seriousness in his friend's tone, "She's an angel, really she is. I know it sounds silly to you, and maybe it is silly, but I just can't stop thinking about her. I haven't been able to get her out of my head since the first time I saw her. I want . . . I want so badly to see her again."

Kyoya adjusted his glasses, the reflection of the light on them hiding his expression.

"I take it this is why you haven't been yourself lately?"

Tamaki smiled wearily. "Yeah," he replied, "I guess I have been acting a little strange. Its just that she's all I can think about."

Haruhi grabbed her bag and ducked out of the music room, running down the hall towards the exit near the gazebo. She knew it was risky to go there, especially now, but she had to think.

She fled into the unused bathroom and ran to one of the immense stalls, each as large as her own bathroom at home. She dropped her bag and leaned against a wall, lungs heaving and mind racing.

Was Tamaki really serious? Was he really that desperate? Did he really want to see "Mitsukai" again that badly? Haruhi glanced down at her bag, considering. She had taken to carrying the white dress around with her, why she didn't know. Was she intending to put it on again?

She hadn't really told Tamaki that it was the end of their relationship like she'd meant to that day. She'd been so relieved that he didn't seem to notice he hadn't set up another time and place that she'd just left and hadn't looked back. But now Tamaki was acting like it'd been the best date of his life (wait had that been a date?) and he seemed completely crushed that he wasn't able to see her again.

"So, Mitsukai, is it?"

Haruhi jumped, then her eyes darted to the lock on the bathroom door. Thankfully she had remembered to lock it, and since the school was so high class the lock was good and strong, not the cheap ones in normal public bathrooms.

"You don't have to be afraid," came Kyoya's calm, cool voice, "I know you're here, and who you are, but I'll wait out here until you come out. I merely wish to speak with you."

"This is a girl's bathroom," Haruhi tried in a vain attempt to get him to leave, trying to make her voice go higher so Kyoya wouldn't recognize it.

"I'll wait outside," Kyoya agreed smoothly, "but I'm not going away. I must speak with you, Princess Mitsuakai."

"You know that's not my real name," Haruhi told him, playing for time, "and don't call me Princess."

Then Kyoya did something she'd never seen him do before.

He laughed.

It was very soft and light, barely noticeably, but Haruhi distinctly heard him chuckle. She raised an eyebrow. What the hell was so funny?

"You really aren't like the other girls as this school," he commented.

"What the hell does that mean?" she asked somewhat angrily. This was lucky, as she noticed later that she really wasn't supposed to know that the Host Club thought she was out of the ordinary.

"Just that you are . . . unique," Kyoya assured her. "You can finish getting dressed, and then meet me outside."

Haruhi heard the bathroom door close behind Kyoya, then sank to the floor, clutching at her cropped hair. What the hell was she supposed to do now! There was no other way out, no windows or anything, and she couldn't get out the way she'd come in without getting by Kyoya. If she went out in her boy's uniform there was no way to explain how she'd gotten in or how "Mitsukai" had gotten out, and there was no chance in hell Kyoya wouldn't just put two and two together the moment she was outside anyway.

But if she went out wearing the dress that wouldn't exactly be any better. Kyoya was not as blind as Tamaki, he would assuredly recognize her and then who knew what the hell he would do. She had known him for long enough to know he might just keep the secret for his own amusement, but she didn't see how that would help her. She might use it as a bargaining chip, sure, but he might just as easily use it against her somehow. Kyoya was clever, and she couldn't trust him with her freedom anymore than she could trust Tamaki with her heart.

The dress was her best means of escape. She'd just go out, tell him she didn't want to talk, and leave. It wasn't the best plan, but it was the best option she had at the moment. Quickly she tucked her boy's uniform into her bag, closing it firmly and making sure that no piece of fabric peeked out. Then, sighing, she pulled on the white dress and attached the fake ponytail to her hair, hoping against hope that the disguise would fool Kyoya.

"I don't know what you would want to talk to me about, Kyoya-senpai," she began firmly, stepping out of the bathroom, "but I really don't have time."

She tried to sidestep him, but immediately he put himself in front of her again, blocking her way.

Kyoya raised an eyebrow. "I think you know exactly what I want to talk to you about, Mitsukai-san," he said, "or are you going to tell me that I should know your real name?"

"Well you should," Haruhi muttered, "How did you find this place anyway?"

"Logic dictates that this was a likely place for you to change," Kyoya told her simply. "You obviously don't go around campus wearing that, or we'd have been able to find you instantly, and this is the bathroom closest to the gazebo where Tamaki met you. I figured this is where you changed out of your uniform.

"Although," he smirked slightly, "I didn't actually expect to find you here. I was going to set up a camera."

Note to self, thougth Haruhi, never return to the scene of the crime. Or this bathroom, ever again.

Kyoya looked at her, complete seriousness on his face. "You need to see Tamaki again." he told her bluntly. "He seems to have developed a fondness for you that I simply can't sway, and he isn't behaving like himself. It is part of my job to keep the members of the Host Club performing at their best. To perform at his best Tamaki needs to see you, at least one more time."

Haruhi looked up at him, studying his face for a moment.

"That's not why you want me to go see him," she murmured, half to herself, but she caught Kyoya's attention anyway. "You want me to see him because he's your friend and he's unhappy. You pretend not to, but you really do care about the Host Club, and Tamaki."

Again the glare from the light on Kyoya's glasses hid his expression, but he tilted his head down ever so slightly, and Haruhi thought she might have seen a flash of something in his face.

She bowed her head. "I'll come and see Tamaki in the music room tomorrow," she agreed softly, "in fact the whole Host Club can come, if they want to. But this is the last time."

She turned and began to walk away.

"And its only because this is your way of showing you care."

If she had looked back she might have seen Kyoya stare after her for a few moments, and then smile slightly.

"That's an interesting notion, in its own way."

Author's Note: I hope nobody expects me to post regularly, 'cuz I never do that. I had a Death Note plot bunny that I just had to get down (nobody go looking for the story, its yaoi and my ex-boyfriend/ best friend will kill me). Anyway, who should I do next, Honey or Mori?