I want to keep this one short to get right into the story, thank you for all of the amazing reviews. But remember, this story takes quite a few twists and turns. Without giving anything away, we get to know Karou a little bit better. Thank you again for reading. I, Salem14 do not own the Haruhi Suzumiya Series, read and review

"It was you..."

"It was you..." she whispered.

"Karou..."

She grabbed her bag and sweater.

"Kyon... I get it..."

Kyon grabbed his belongings and followed after her. He ran up to her as she was leaving the school. He opened the door for her. She bowed her head and smiled.

"Kyon... You don't get it..." She turned to stop him.

She stared at the ground but could sense him.

"He... You... You kept me going. You made me try. I wanted to give up so bad." She choked, trying to hold back the tears.

He grabbed her back. "You made me keep going. You made me carry on..."

Her words slurred to tears. He was now holding her up. It was late, the sun had set. She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering in the moonlight. She wrapped her arms around him.

"You're why I'm here." She whimpered. His mouth slowly shut and he slowly wrapped his arms around her. She backed away and wiped her eyes.

"I'm sorry..."

Kyon nodded and stared at her in awe. The two began their descent.

"Hey Karou..." He began. She looked at him. He smiled. "I got brass knuckles hanging from my ne-"

He was cut off by her arms wrapping around his neck. She buried her face into his chest. She looked up at him, his face in awe.

"You listened to it." He slowly wrapped his arm around her.

"Yes, though for the record. I am in love, but not with Haruhi." Their grips tightened.

They began walking. He playfully rubbed her head, with his fist.

"So, you liked my song?" He asked, at long last letting his guard down.

She looked at him, toying with him. And loving it. She was so quiet, so alone, but not with him, with him she was so, so open.

"Did you really stop playing? For real?" She asked.

He tousled her hair. "Never."

She smiled at him and kept walking.

"She is the sunlight..." He sighed. "And the sun is gone..." He looked ahead at her. "Kimmi!"

She turned to face him, and smiled; she turned and froze. No one had called her Kimmi, not in nine years.

"Kyon..." She sighed. "You're in love. Not with me. With Haruhi." She turned to face him.

"You like me, you do. But not like I love you."

Kyon allowed his mouth to fall for the final time that evening. He walked over to her and pulled her against him.

Haruhi had stormed out of the meeting.

"Sliders! Yes! Most def..." She turned in excitement but froze.

It had been Itsuki. A girl, petite and long brown hair, was flirting with him. Pushing his hair aside. Itsuki was being a gentleman before telling to her, politely, albeit, to go away. The girl looked a few years older than the two. She wore worn out jeans and a knit sweater that hung over her shoulder.

"Anya, really..." Koizumi began.

"Come on... Please.." Her eyes pleaded. Haruhi's eyes filled with rage as the girl pleaded.

"He said no." Haruhi snapped walking towards the two. Her voice was snarly as she leaned in closer to the girl.

The girl leaned back and let out a cackle. Up close Haruhi could see the red in the girl's eyes, with purple underneath, the girl's lips were chapped beyond repair. Her nails were dirty and cracked, resting on Koizumi's shoulder.

"Little school girl has come to play." She sneered.

"Kyon!" Karou patted on his chest, "Did you hear that?"
She looked up at him.
"Anya..." She muttered, backing away.
"Your friends are in trouble!" She shouted running towards the group ahead.

"What did you call me?" Haruhi asked, clenching her fists.

"Miss Suzumiya.." Koizumi urged, throwing himself between the two women. Haruhi's eyes were daggers as she opened her mouth.

"Itsuki!" Karou ran towards them.

The three stopped in awe. Karou ran in-between them. She stopped running and stared at her sister.

"Go home Anya." She demanded.

"Told you she was cute." Anya sneered walking away.

Karou froze, blushing. "Um..."

"Your sister? Well she was being modest then." Itsuki smiled.

Karou's face became the darkest shade of pink as Kyon approached the trio. Karou scratched the back of her neck.

"Uh..." She forced a smile.

Kyon allowed his breath to echo. Haruhi looked at the three, raising her eyebrows. She let out a humph and folded her arms. Itsuki's smile grew larger and Kyon allowed a small smile to creep across his face. Karou shook her head and started off. The three stood for a moment but followed. Ignoring the trio, Karou began singing to herself.

"If right is leaving I'd rather be wrong She is sunlight The sun is gone..." Her head fell slightly, with a smile. Kyon smiled and just rolled his eyes.

"That is quite a nice song Miss Kimora, where did you hear it?" Koizumi inquired.

She turned and smiled at Kyon, then at Itsuki.

"Ah... You know, I've always known it." She blushed, looking at the ground.

"Well you have quite a voice."

An audible "Hmph!" was heard from Haruhi, Itsuki started to apologize but decided against it.

"Are you guys coming over?" She asked, trying to hide her blush. "Cause you know... You're following me..."

"Uh..." Kyon froze.

"Why of course. I'd love to listen to that song of yours." Koizumi explained.

"Oh... Yes.. Of course…" She bowed her head. Kyon held the door for the trio as they entered the apartment building. Kimora said a silent

"Thank you." and nodded.

Koizumi was so consumed with her that he'd forgotten anything else. Haruhi stared at the two, trying to fight what was happening.

"You live near Miss Nagato?" Koizumi asked. She nodded.

"Yes, she lives right below us.."

"I don't want to go anywhere with that... That wench!" Haruhi snapped.

"Why Miss Suzumiya, that 'wench' is Miss Kimora's sister." Koizumi scolded, yet still, so politely.

It sounded as if he'd have complimented her. She folded her arms in a huff and followed the three into the elevator. Koizumi smiled politely and Haruhi's pout softened. Kimora looked up at Kyon. The two smiled, trying not to make it completely obvious, she turned her head to hide her blush. Floor Four.

"Right this way..."

Karou led them to room 4-E. Kyon once again opened the door for them. Anya shot up on the couch, shooting Haruhi her dirtiest glare. Karou threw her bag on a chair.

"Out." She demanded.

Anya slowly stuck her tongue out and left staring at them until she reached her room and slowly shut the door. Kyon stared at Kimora, confused as to how she could sound so cold.

"Kimmi?" He mumbled. She bowed her head, please, sit. Each took a cushion around a small table.

"I will go recover the tape." She excised herself towards her room.

"Weird place..." Haruhi whispered, noting dark artwork hung on the walls.

"She paints..." Koizumi chuckled.

She paints... The next chapter will give a more clear and concise answer to Karou's identity and place in this group... Please enjoy... As I always say, I will write as long as you guys want me to continue... Sincerely, Salem14 3