Hi! This chapter was originally going to be part of the second, but I couldn't let that date with Mori and Hani go. The fluffiest chapter is right here, folks. It might be a bit shorter. Sorry. Haruhi again swears a couple of times, but that's about it. Thanks to whoever is reading! September out!

Haruhi POV

The God damn rich boy! He got sick by his own fault, and Tama expected me to take care of him. Then Hani and Mori abandoned us to go on a hot date, and the twins left because watching a sleeping boy bored them. But Tama was just tired when I told him to leave. He needed to rest, he'd had too much excitement. So there I was, the only one in my house, watching over an unconscious-looking second-year.

After everyone was gone, the basement was deathly quiet. I had a feeling Kyo wouldn't wake up for another several hours, so I did some laundry, ate some porridge, and made some Tama-style food. I felt a bit lonely without the noise of five boys surrounding me, but I did my best to ignore it.

I didn't really want to look at Kyo, but there were no other places to look. He was the only new thing in my environment. His glasses were entirely askew and his dark hair flopped over his face. Purple shadows around Kyo's eyes were just starting to disappear with rest. I padded a bit closer to him. Kyo was very pale as if he'd never gone outside his whole life. I knelt next to the couch and ran my fingers over his hand. Noticing this, I tried to pull my hand away, but couldn't. His fingers, I felt as I ran mine over his, had writer's bumps only on the left hand. Kyo must have felt my touch, because he shifted ever so slightly.

I hit myself on the head, jerking away. This was an arrogant, stupid, rich asshole, and I, being the stereotypical commoner, was staring at his hands! I didn't understand why it was so difficult to leave. Eventually, I came closer again.

Kyo's eyelashes fluttered as he dreamed. I wanted to reach out and see what their movement felt like against my skin. With every millimeter closer I moved, the more force it took to hold back. Soon my nose was a centimeter from his. Our noses barely brushed, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Kyo breathed, "Haruhi?" in a small puff of air.

Surprised, I stayed perfectly still, hoping he'd go back to sleep. Kyo rolled toward me with a blissful look on his face, and said, rather proud of himself, "Haruhi Fujioka." I didn't think Kyo was awake, his next mutterings were too incoherent, but when I moved to leave him be, he murmured, "Stay with me."

I went back next to him, this time standing over the couch. For a few moments, Kyo seemed content to have me nearby, but I noticed he did not have a pillow. I hope he never remembers this, I thought: my one moment of weakness. Without thinking it through beyond a second or two, I gently lifted his head. Situating my self under him, I laid it on my lap. Kyo instantly calmed, his warmth calming me as well. "Why you?" I whispered. "Why a beautiful rich boy that just happened to get sick and come here and look so sad and have that crazy arrogant look in your eyes? Why on Earth is it you?"

Kyo didn't answer, but his hand moved to cup my knee. "You have the strangest dreams," I breathed, oddly comforted. Drowsiness soon overtook me, and with the last thought that I hoped we would forget that night, and a few strokes of Kyo's hair, I drifted off.

Kyoya's POV

I knew something was wrong with me, one, because I was sleeping, and two, because I smelled something all too familiar that I couldn't place a name to. It creeped into my dreams and hijacked them.

Normally when you walk in a dream, you don't go anywhere, and I felt that. Everywhere I went felt like nowhere at all. People flashed in front of me, invading my calm, grassy scene. Tamaki came, with his worried puppy-dog eyes, my parents, with their evasive glances, and a pretty, dark-haired girl, beckoning me to follow. A violet-colored cloud surrounded her, a scent the likes of which I had never experienced. It wrapped around my fingers in a tendril of fog. I breathed in, sighing lightly. Immediately I found a name for the girl and the scent. "Haruhi?" I asked. Recognizing her name, she stopped walking and looked back at me.

"Haruhi Fujioka," I said smiling. Her figure clarified. Long hair formed a curtain covering most of her torso. She wasn't wearing the school uniform, rather a dress I'd seen at one of the Otori family's parties. She looked amazing, but I couldn't say that.

"Hi," she said, lengthening her arms to hug me. With Haruhi pressed close, I forgot any troubles I might have had. I kissed the tip of her ear, ever so lightly. For some reason, I didn't understand why I wanted to do that. All my logic pointed to moving away.

"Why are you here?" I asked wonderingly.

"You called me. But now that you got what you wanted, I can leave," she finished, her eyes turning cold. Her feet didn't make any sound as she started to walk away. I laced my fingers through hers, softly begging, "Stay with me."

Haruhi looked back at me. She sighed. "My little rich boy. Why on Earth is it you?" She reached up to stroke my cheek. "Who knew those words would ever come out of your mouth."

"I didn't," I whispered.

Haruhi smiled, a real smile that I had never seen on her face. "That's because you're new to this feeling."

"What feeling?" I asked, leaning into her touch.

She tapped my nose softly. "That you'll have to find out for yourself. I'm not telling."

Warmth enveloped me, the violet cloud Haruhi had brought with her wound itself around my body. The headiness of it all made a haze come over my vision, and Haruhi disappeared into it.

My eyes barely opened to a pitch dark room. Something acted as a pillow under my head, and what felt like a hand tickled my neck. Streetlamps shone out the window, adding a glittering beam of light above me. The sheen could only be of hair. When I looked a bit harder, all the details came together in a sensical pattern.

Haruhi sat sleeping, her head tilted onto the couch. Her hair exploded in a halo of black. My head was on her lap, and she had fallen asleep with a hand on my neck. I had no idea whether I'd fallen on top of her, or she maneuvered herself around me. My first instinct was to be embarrassed. This girl, I thought, has seen me at my absolute weakest.

Her sleeping face was much calmer and quieter than her active one. Haruhi was normally focused on schoolwork and being angry at me. But asleep, she looked so vulnerable. And beautiful, I thought. What kind of crazy had Tamaki been feeding me?

I settled back down, careful not to disturb Haruhi's hands or arms. As my dreams had faded into haziness, so was my memory of the scene. before I could drift off again, I took her hand from my neck and kissed her fingers. "Goodnight, Haruhi Fujioka."

Haruhi POV

I woke abruptly at about 6 am to a fumbling sound at the door. Now that Kyo had rested for a while, the chances of me waking him by moving were higher, so I didn't move, hoping it was Tama or the twins. It would be awkward to see Hani and Mori after their date, so I hoped it wasn't them. When the person opened the door, my worst fears were confirmed.

I put on my prettiest smile. "You're home early, Dad."

He dropped his expensive coat over the back of the couch, near Kyo's feet, and started silently making a cup of coffee. This was very bad, silence was always bad when it came to him. After several tense minutes, he pointed his spoon used for stirring in his creamer at me.

"I can accept most cute boys: Tama, Hikaru, Kaoru, that amazingly beautiful couple, but he is the one I want out of my house. Why? That boy is sleeping on my precious daughter's lap. He is a violation of all my beliefs!"

I raised my hand, as if asking to speak in class. "That boy you've been talking about has worked without sleep or food on this laptop project. Yesterday, he fell asleep and didn't wake up, so Tama asked if I could bring them here. I couldn't exactly refuse that!"

My dad cocked his very female head to the side. "What's this project you're talking about?"

"It's got something to do with the Yoshikawa Bank, that's all I know," I said, pulling out the case from Kyo's bag. "I seen the site up at least three times."

I opened the laptop, seeing the pretty boring desktop. He always forgot to log out when he closed it. Clicking on the search browser, I rolled over the History, "Otori Hospital: Clients, Otori Hospital: Patient Files, Otori Hospital: Contact Us, Yoshikawa Bank: Sign In, Yoshikawa Bank: Sign In (malfunctioning page), Yoshikawa Bank: Home, and only Yoshikawa bank after that," I said, reading aloud.

Seeing a weird-looking icon of the desktop, I clicked on it, and a white screen with thousands of words popped up. "This is computer code, isn't it?" I asked, looking behind me to Dad.

He nodded. "Because of the evidence, it seems that he's been trying to hack these websites. According to a client of mine, the Otori family recently went bankrupt, so either this boy is the criminal that made it happen, or a member of the Otori family." Dad paused. "Either way, I want him out of my house."

I get the feeling Ranka-san is completely out of character. Please tell me if that's the case. So this is the beginning of Kyo and Haru's connection! Next chapter is a Tamaki POV.