A/N: Here's chapter 2! I'm kinda satisfied with it, and I hope so would you. Again, Kyouya's being OOC (and whose fault is that? XD) and there's a little TamaXHaru in here.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The brilliance that is Ouran Host Club is Bisco Hatori's and hers alone. The OCs, obviously, belong to me.

Droplets of rain continued to slide down the other side of the car window. It had started to drizzle shortly after they left the premises of the hotel.

Staring out of at the foggy window, Kumiko sat very still and looked preoccupied. Meanwhile, at the other end of the seat, Kyouya absent-mindedly fiddled with the hem of his Hugo Boss shirt. His other elbow resting on the window sill and his fist supporting his chin.

The pitter-patter of the rain on the roof of the car and the soft noises that the driver made as he operated the automobile disguised the much deafening sound of silence between the two. Neither one uttered a word. Neither one made a move to ease the somewhat uncomfortable atmosphere surrounding them. Each waited for the other to initiate some form of conversation and at least fill the stillness that hung inside the car.

Finally, it was Kumiko to do so.

"It's so kind of you for giving me a lift. And I'm sorry for trying to leave you in the hotel…" Kumiko said apologetically with a hint of embarrassment.

"No problem. But I was indeed a bit dismayed by that." Kyouya spoke with a tone of hurt in his voice.

"You do know that we were drunk and careless and, ----"

"And very much aroused. Yes, I was aware of that. We acted by our libido, but the alcohol's much to be blamed," he finished for her. It was so casually-sounding from him, yet it was a fact.

There was a pregnant pause between them. There was a need for a change in topic, but on the other hand...

"Yeah, you're right. But I was amazed that we got so far as to decently check in at a 5-star hotel, well as far as I remember anyway," Kumiko grinned and tried to get some humor into their awkward conversation.

"I suppose that that was an achievement." The smile was not only apparent on his face but in his voice as well.

And thus, a light-hearted discussion ensued. They both laughed at the possible inanities that they could've done while talking to the girl at the desk, the Miss Sachiko Miyuki that Kyouya remembered from that morning, as they asked for their room. They couldn't help but recall also how smitten she was with Kyouya earlier.

"She was a little nosy though, she really was!" Kumiko vocalized her minor dislike for the girl.

"True. But I was glad her inquisitiveness held you back in the hotel a little…" Kyouya said suggestively, as if trying to remind her how wrong it was for leaving him just like that.

"W-well…," blushing, Kumiko turned away from Kyouya. While he just smirked at her reaction.

A few moments of silence passed between them.

"Kyouya-bocchama, we have arrived at Fujiwara-sama's," said the driver from the front as their car decelerated and eventually stopping.

Kyouya got out from the car with Kumiko to escort her to the entrance of the condominium her family owned and what she considered as home.

"Thank you so much," Kumiko slightly bowed.

"No. It's nothing. Thanks also."

Kumiko trembled inwardly at the handsome smile that appeared on Kyouya's face. It was genuinely grateful. And without denying it to herself, she did want to pull him that instant and kiss him senseless. But then she settled for a peck on the cheek instead.

"It was really nice," she whispered as she leaned onto him.

Kyouya immediately turned the slightest hue of pink and proceeded to kiss her back on the cheek also.

"Hope we could meet sometime."

"Yeah, I hope so, too."

"Well, goodbye Fujiwara-san."

"Goodbye, Ootori-kun."

And then, Kyouya's limo sped away, leaving her flushed and extremely elated.

Would it hurt to see you again?

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Caffeine. I need caffeine.

It was about half past two in the morning when she decided that sleep won't be visiting her anytime soon and maybe a hot cup of "untimely" coffee would do her overwrought nerves some good.

Getting up from her bed, she padded to her spacious kitchen and prepared a mug of instant coffee.

Inhaling the soothing aroma of the content of her mug, her frayed nerves calmed down instantly. If her mother was only there that instant, she would have had scolded her for drinking "unfit beverages such as commoner instant coffee" and for having it at such an ungodly hour. She let out a soft chuckle at the thought. True, it was unusual for her of a rich upbringing to be indulging in low-quality commoner coffee rather than the usual imported brand coffee beans ground and turned into first class Starbucks specialty.

It was strange even to her that she actually found a penchant for it.

But a smiled crossed her face after remembering what or rather 'who' had influenced her to develop a liking to the ingenious commoner creation. It was no other than the Ouran Host Club's "Natural Type", Haruhi Fujioka. The most cunning and straightforward girl she has ever met.

Yes, she had known that Haruhi, despite being tagged as a host in the famous (or rather infamous) host club and was outwardly a 'male', is indeed a girl. How it came to that was a long story; a series of misfortunes (courtesy of the 6 other hosts) and coincidences that led to her discovery of Haruhi's true gender.

Of course, she had made a pact to keep the truth to herself until necessary, for Haruhi's benefit. And it was from that that the two of them grew to be very good friends. Even other girls in Ouran got suspicious of their sudden closeness but later found out that it was not the case. In their last year in the institution, Haruhi decided to reveal that she was a girl because her duty to the host club has ended upon the graduation of the Host Club's King and Shadow King. Although many ex-costumers of the now-defunct Host Club mourned the revelation (especially a certain Houshakuji Renge), her charms still won a lot of hearts and even garnered the boys' constant attention.

They continued to keep in touch even after college and at present still do. The last time they talked was over the phone, Haruhi inviting Kumiko to her engagement party to, none other than, the ever-eccentric Tamaki Suou. It was unexpected as it was predictable. Even in high school, she has already noticed the very distinct mood of romance between the two, although Haruhi and Tamaki were as oblivious as ever.

It made her happy that her friend has finally decided to settle down, and with someone who fits her no less. Well, Tamaki was an idiot, but you can always excuse that. There's still something in him that was certainly outstanding, aside from his beauty of course, and that has to be his personality.

It's undeniable that Tamaki was annoying as hell and, not to mention, lack a substantial amount of sense; but he can reach out to people at a very different level and can easily win them over. He can be perceptive if need be, and he has conviction. He can easily identify the true character of a person and always does his best to help someone troubled, be it friend or foe.

He's warm, caring, and passionate. He can appreciate the least beautiful object he sees and manages to make it look as if its beauty is equivalent to that of a lustrous diamond. He has the patience of a saint and most of all, the most forgiving heart of all; he was able to love his terror of a grandmother despite her treating him as nothing more than a worthless bastard and after constantly insulting his mother to his face. He was incredible and Haruhi's lucky to have him, as he is lucky to have Haruhi.

'They're a weird pairing, but I can't imagine them not being with each other.' was what Kumiko can only comment about their tandem.

Tamaki and Haruhi not ending with each other would be a tad too awkward. Well, what if Haruhi chose another one of the hosts instead? After all, it seems that the other five are pretty much taken with her as well.

It was blatantly obvious that the Hitachiin twins have an intense sense of attraction toward her, especially Hikaru, and she was close to them as well. But Hikaru was too immature for someone like Haruhi and Kaoru's love for his brother surpasses his desire to get the girl for himself.

And although at the surface, Morinozuka-sempai treated Haruhi as akin to a little sister, there might have been a deeper feeling that existed far within him, though he could've chosen to suppress it for the sake of the others. On the other hand, Haninozuka-sempai, in all his loli-shota façade, was a mature and intelligent man, who could've harbored those same feelings for Haruhi, but like Mori-sempai, ignored it and chose not to break the equilibrium inside the club.

And what about….. Kyouya?

The mere thought of Kyouya being in love with Haruhi gave a bitter taste on her tongue. She felt a pang of jealousy and melancholy enveloped her. It's impossible. He was too absorbed in his stocks and merits were all he cared for… But wouldn't Haruhi bring him enough merits in case they ended up with each other? She was not of their lineage, but her brains and wits are enough to earn her a position in the high society; surely, with what she could achieve with her intelligence, men of status would want her to marry them. And Kyouya was not an exception.

What if he did have such interest with Haruhi? What if he desired her like Tamaki and the twins did? It drove her insane to think so.

OK. Calm down Kumiko. Enough with that nonsense. I'm sure the coffee's just making you fidgety.

After which, she put the almost empty mug into the sink and trudged back to her room. Still unable to sleep, she opted to keep her mind busy by doing some in-depth reading, so as not to stray into thinking about anything connected to Kyouya.

But, try as she may, it was so damn hard to concentrate when you've developed a habit of constantly thinking of the one you're trying to avoid, such as the man who you've given your whole self to.

A/N: This is what stress prompts me to write. More reviews please!! I need to know how to improve this thing! And thanks to all those who reviewed!

Love 'lots,

~rae