Let me just say this to you

I know we can pull through

we're always given a way out of these temptations

A loud, sickening slap cracked through their surroundings, and the young girl stood bewildered at the action that had just taken place. Eyebrows scrunched together and cheeks ripened at the event. The man before her now shrunk, looking like a boy who had just been caught doing something horrible. He was more stoic than ever as his back straightened, now towering over the petite Haruhi. Her hand stung from such an impact on her. Around them, the air seemed stagnant; neither moved from each other, both their eyes stared in disbelief at each other.

"If that is the way it must be," Takashi said with his monotone voice. His tan skin was darker around his high cheek bones, slowly a large hand felt the throbbing flesh around his face. He nodded towards Haruhi and heels turned. Long strides only took moments for him to be out of Haruhi's sight. She slunk to her knees again for that day. Dusk was slowly kissing the earth, and round eyes stared as the violent sky turned from red to dark. Calculating what happened, Haruhi mused over her actions as she treaded on home; the clock wheels in her head had turned.

'This is far from happenstance,' she thought, 'if only I understood more. Why did I believe his name was Mori? It's utter nonsense. And how come I felt as if I met him for the first time that evening? More importantly, Kyoya seemed to dislike him, though now I can't even remember what had happened the past few hours.' A frown slowly tugged at her mouth, and she thought of that kiss that was placed on her mouth. It wasn't unpleasant, but she felt used for a moment. Certainly she wasn't a trollop; her standards were higher than that. To kiss a stranger undid an morals her father had taught her.

The rocky terrain turned to soft grass and she could tell she was already home without looking up. Blinking, she heard the bushes rustle. Her breath quickened. Her house could be seen in a distance, and she suddenly felt watched. Quickening her pace, she let her legs carry her farther faster. Suddenly she heard footsteps stepping after her own. Afraid to look around at whatever was following her, she bolted into a sprint, intuition kicking up to say that it wasn't friendly, whatever it was. Hesitantly she was at the stoop of the housing. She sighed in relief and walked up the first two concrete stairs before turning. There before her stood Hunny, his grown form puzzled as he walked towards her. His blue eyes pierced her heart as he searched something in her face.

"Haru-chan?" His husky voice questioning what made her run. "Are you alright? I was on my way out when I saw you running. You ran right past me." He paused before stepping again, his bare feet hitting the soil with a light thud. Already at the bottom of the steps he was equal in height with her. "Are you alright," he repeated, more demanding this time as his concern pressed on.

"Oh, Hunny. Yes. I'm fine. I thought someone was following me. I'm just a bit jumpy, thats all." She bowed before getting to the third step and opening the door. "I'm sorry to interrupt you feeding. I'll be upstairs." Her head turned and smiled at him unsure of what else to say. She couldn't just blurt out everything. Not without some rational thinking on her behalf. How could she burden her friend without thinking it through first. She closed the door behind her and left the young boy there in his natural state. He sighed, and ran a delicate hand through his long, golden hair. Speeding through the forest, he kept an eye out for anything that could have startled Haruhi while he looked for food. Slowing down, he saw a fawn standing underneath the moonlight. He would have felt bad if he didn't have such an appetite.

Kyoya uncrossed his legs, and recrossed them multiple times in the moment of frustration that he was dealing with. Taking off his glasses, he cleaned them meticulously as he waited for the arrival of his much wanted guests. He wasn't going to allow Haruhi to slip through his fingers so easily. Oh no, not after all the planning he had taken to assure her that he was the one she wanted. He let his head tilt back to look at the high beams of his manor, his neck resting on the leather of the love seat as he sank back into a memory of when they first met:

She was a small little girl with round, brown eyes which reminded him of the meal he had just ate. She smiled at him, and nodded in a salutation. He sighed in relief. After his father had died, he had felt the weight of being a lord in the vampire era. At the time, vampires broke the rules with the thought of no one to punish them; they set havoc on the humans of the living world without fear of being rebuked. He had so much to take care of, and only being new at the thought of being responsible, he had no idea how he would take care of such a large and difficult task. He bowed at her and asked for her name.

"It's Haruhi." She was blunt and simple, no batting of the eyelashes; no soft blushes or annoyingly high pitched giggles. He smirked.

"I'm Kyoya. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Haruhi-chan." To his disbelief, a dirt clod had been projectiled into the air and landing square in the chest. His eyes narrowed as he brushed off the dirt. "I would hope you would give an explanation to your actions."

"I'm Ha-ru-hi. No "chan". Just Haruhi. I won't easily be belittled by your charms, Kyoya-san. I would prefer you leave them for someone else. To say I'm flattered would be an honest lie."

Stunned by the sudden outburst of hot air from the girl adjacent to him, he just chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Truly refreshing," he sighed with a nod. "I'll see you sooner than you think, Haruhi. Try not to be too commoner for me next time. I usually don't tolerate it."

"Stupid male." She muttered and folded her arms. She couldn't help but smile as he walked away briskly; to say she wasn't happy about meeting him would have been a lie.

He heard the clock chime. Midnight already and no sign of his desired guests. Rubbing his temples, he managed not to slip back into another flash back and got up from his chair. Putting his frames back onto his face, he turned to see a set of men staring at him mischievously. Both mirrored each others footsteps as they stepped towards him.

"You sent for us?" One asked, his strawberry blonde hair parted to the left;

"Yes. Mi'Lord said that you had much need for us," stated the other one, his hair parted to the right.

Both knelt before the high ranking vampire, their wardrobe consisted of two green, tweed jackets and dark pants. Golden eyes stared up at Kyoya, paying their respects to him.

"Yes. I have much a favor to ask of you both. Tamaki recommended you, and I suspect that you will do a better job carrying out my plan than he did. As long as you both are less compassionate as the fool is." He rose his eyes brow to question the pair. Both looked at each other and smirked heartlessly at the man.

"How can we love," one ventured.

"if we solely love each other," the second finished; "There is no room in our hearts for no one but ourselves."

"Perfect." He turned to go sit back down on his leather seating arrangement. "Now, let me inform you of what is to be done..."

Haruhi stared up at her blank ceiling, still contemplating what to do. She had to find Mori – no wait – Takashi again. She had some many questions to ask him, and for the first time that month, she felt no headaches. Nothing pained her at all as she thought of what her first action to be. She supposed it was time to ask Hunny for what had been bothering her. She sat up as she heard light foot steps on the roof. In a minute, the small Hunny had returned, a pleasant glow emitting from his face.

"Sorry, I had to clean up, Haru-chan," he smiled at her as he sat on his futon. It was already laid out and ready for him. "You need something? Because tomorrow I thought of making some strawberry strudel! Ne, wouldn't that be fun, Haru-chan?"

"Hunny...I need to ask you a question."

"Sure Haru-chan!" He nodded vigorously. He would answer anything for his best friend.

"Who is Takashi?"

And suddenly she saw a dark look pass over his face as he turned his head. He looked up at her, and he couldn't form the words.

"Haruhi..." he began, "I'm not allowed to say."

"Please, Hunny. I need to know." She leaned forward, an earnest look crossing her face as it was revealed to him how much it meant to her. Knowing the risk of facing the wrath of Kyoya, Hunny wasn't sure of what to do. Allowing to shift his legs into sitting like a Turk, he sighed a deep sigh.

"Alright Haru-chan. Takashi is...my cousin. And more importantly, he is the one who killed Kyoya's father."

Haruhi stared, and suddenly felt bile rise to her throat. This couldn't be. Mori couldn't have caused Kyoya's unhappiness. Right? She was tempted to say another word, but she wouldn't allow herself.

"I-I-I believe thats enough for tonight. Good night, Hunny."

"Good night, Haru-chan."

And as her world faded into black, Haruhi was afraid to dream for the first time in her life.

A/N – Whew. I'm done. It's not as long as I hoped for, but I hope it will do. Please be ready for the next chapter within the next two weeks!

And review. Otherwise, I don't have any inspiration. It is true. Questions, eh? I love questions. Confusion? Tell me so I can clarify.

Thank you for waiting for me to get it together.