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Ch.7

The car pulled up outside of a sprawling mansion. Haruhi was still freezing and soaking wet. She had probably ruined the seat. She went to open the door, but Kyoya shook his head.

"The driver will open the door for you and don't worry about your things or the seat."

He had read her mind. She got out, very aware that the driver could see "everything" but he didn't even seem phased. Kyoya led her into and through the house. She noticed many pieces of fine art and a couple pictures of his family. He had a sister and two older brothers. All of the boys had the same unnerving steely gaze. There was a lot of expensive looking furniture and antiques. Even the flooring looked expensive. They ended in a large bedroom, his sister's. Kyoya told her to wait in the middle of the room and take off her wet clothes while he went to get her some clothes from the walk in closet. He promised he wouldn't look. The room was a monochrome purple. Green and white decorations gave it life. The floor was a light hardwood and the dressers and vanity were too. A desk was neatly piled with books and paper. Overall it had an elegant appeal. It was hard to believe that this was a girl's room.

Haruhi stood there in her wet underwear waiting for a sign from Kyoya. There was suddenly a loud crash and a yell from the closet. Forgetting she wasn't wearing much, Haruhi ran into the closet to see if Kyoya was alright. He was sitting on the floor rubbing his head, his glasses crooked. An open box with broken figurines, and a bundle of clothes lay next to him on the floor.

Haruhi crouched next to him," Oh my! Kyoya, are you alright!?"

She straightened his glasses. He looked up at her and froze. Quickly looking away and turning red he handed her the clothes," I'm fine. You should get dressed."

She looked down at herself and scrambled away from him. Without another word, he got up and left her in the closet alone. He had given her a baby blue sundress and sweater. It fit perfectly even though it was a bit too short. She went into the bedroom looking for Kyoya but he wasn't there. Cautiously, she made her way down the hallway taking the box of figurines with her until she heard noise. Peeking around a corner, she saw Kyoya talking on the phone.

"If I see one picture, your family will be bankrupt before you even know what happened. Every single one needs to be deleted. Make sure you tell your friends." He hung up.

Sighing, he set down the phone and touched his head. There was an almost inaudible wince. Haruhi walked into the sitting room and set the box on the table.

"You should really let me look at that."

She sat next to him on the couch. He looked up, surprised," I'm fine, really. It's just a bump on the head. Her old figurines were on top of the clothes I was getting."

"What do you want to do about them?"

"We were going to throw them out anyway. So now we have a good reason to."

"What do you want to do about them?"

"What? These aren't..."

" You know what I'm talking about."

"...I don't know. Nothing I guess. What can I do?"

"You can continue being a host. Those girls won't bother you again. I promise."

" I don't think I want to be a host anymore. Look where it got me." She looked down.

He put his hand under her chin and lifted it to look into her eyes," What they did was beyond wrong. Unlike them, you have brains and beauty. Prove them wrong and stay. They only dislike you because they are jealous... And they should be."

They stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds. Slowly, they inched closer. They were going to kiss but Haruhi pulled away. Her kiss with Tamaki popped into her mind. She couldn't do this to him. She wasn't even sure what their status was. Kyoya looked hurt. He adjusted his glasses and stood, turning his back on her.

"You can leave your dress. It's damaged beyond repair now. I'l have someone ship you a new one this week." That was her cue to leave.

"Kyoya."

"Kyoya look at me!" She yelled

As soon as he turned around, Haruhi planted a kiss on his lips. Right then, the doorbell rang, cutting them short.

"Who the hell could that be!?" Kyoya was annoyed.

He broke apart from Haruhi and went to answer the door. Standing there in the entrance was the rest of the Host Club. Tamaki didn't even wait for Kyoya to say anything. He just took off yelling for Haruhi.

"We heard what happened to Haruhi and that you saved her. Where is she?" Honey asked.

Kyoya moved aside," She's in the sitting room."

All of the guys followed Kyoya. When they got to the room, Haruhi stood frozen with her arms pinned to her side as Tamaki squeezed her to death.

Kyoya cleared his throat and he let go.

"That's a really small dress, Kyoya. Did you give it to her?"Hikaru questioned.

"I did. It's one of my sister's from when she was ten."

"Thanks Kyoya. That makes me feel so much better about my body."

"Don't worry. You're beautiful." Kyoya gave a rare smile.

"Did you watch her change?" Kaoru asked.

Kyoya sputtered,"No. Of course not!"

Before the tension could rise between the group again, Haruhi broke in.

"Guys?"

"Yes, Haruhi?" Tamaki responded.

"I have an idea about what I should do about the host club."

"So you are staying?" Kyoya asked.

"Yes. I think I should be able to be a Host for girls as well. It would eliminate some of the jealousy."

There was a collective gasp.

"We didn't know you liked..."

"That's not what I meant Hikaru! I meant that I can be like the big sisterly type. You know, help them through their problems and things."

There was a pause as everyone thought about it.

Tamaki said, " I think it's a great idea."

Shout out to Jazzy-Booey for your great ideas. You are a huge help and I love your reviews.

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