A chocolate haired girl stepped into the Ouran High Schools third music room. Her name was Haruhi Fujioka, and she gasped when she saw how the room sparkled, and she had to close her eyes so as not to be overwhelmed.

"Haruhi," a voice growled in front of her.

Haruhis glistening eyes fluttered open at the incredibly handsome man in front of her, and she gasped. His dark raven hair was thrown back and forth in an unseen wind, and he walked seductively up to Haruhi. Her heart pounded in her tiny little chest as he continued to walk towards her. Her heartbeat sped up almost to the point where it was bursting out of her chest as he touched her on the lips. She almost felt like she was going to pass out from his dark overbearing presence.

"Oh, Kyo-chan..." Haruhi gasped, her enormous brown eyes shimmered with lakes of beauty.

"Please," the raven haired Kyoya whispered as his long coat flapped in the same wind that was blowing through his shiny hair.

The tiny brown haired girl shook in her blue school uniform. She was wearing the usual blue top with a light blue shirt underneath it with a black tie. Her pants were black too. And her shoes. Just like the beautiful creature in front of her. The tall, lithe, bespectacled, black haired, school uniform wearing Kyoya was also wearing a long black coat, which continued to flap in the wind. It was so beautiful to the androgynous chocolate headed girl that it seemed to move in slow motion.

Flap. Flaaap. Flaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.

"Oh Kyo-chan..." Haruhi repeated breathlessly, her mouth falling agape as the dark overlord of shadows touched her cheek.

"DO NOT SPEAK," He whispered, equally seductively.

Haruhis mouth hung wide open as Kyoya slowly lowered his head, whispering her name over and over again, as if it was a chant that would forever bind their love.

"Tell me you love me," Kyoya said. His face was really really close to Haruhis face, and she was blushing a lot, but Kyoya wasn't.

"Uhh," Haruhi gasped and her mouth stayed open. She couldn't speak her mind because she was so entranced, and also because she could only think about how amazing and perfect the man in front of her was.

"That's ok, I understand. You are the most intelligent, beautiful, tiny, prettiest, most amazing creature I have ever known. I knew that you were smart and amazing from the moment I laid eyes on you, and from that moment on I knew we were destined to be together forever. That is why you don't have to speak,"

Haruhi stared at him, her eyes glowing. Drool started to drip from her mouth.

"I will love you forever," the raven haired shadow king dark overlord of the Host Club teenage guy leaned forward to press his cold ivory lips to Haruhis burning pink lips.

She blacked out when their lips met in that magical moment, the feeling too much for the little swan to take.

,.,.,.,

Haruhi woke up with a start. Kyoya was already awake and drinking coffee. Haruhi thrust her arm forward and grabbed him.

"Kyoya!"

He first blinked in surprise, then mumbled a curse.

"You made me spill the coffee..."

"Tell me I'm stupid!"

"...What?"

"Just do it!"

"Fine. You're stupid,"

Haruhi breathed a sigh of relief, and let herself fall back down onto the bed.

"Is everything all right?"

"I had a really weird dream,"

"Was I involved?"

"Uh, a little yeah..." Haruhi placed a hand on the side of her neck."Do you think I'm boring? Like, no personality or anything?"

"Not especially..."

"Hm. Alright then,"

Haruhi pulled the blankets back over her head as Kyoya stood up.

"School starts soon, we need to get this put away,"

Haruhi made a slight whining noise.

"I just got to sleep though!"

"And whose fault is that?"

"Yours, dummy!"

"I wasn't the one that asked to keep going..."

"Wha- I said no such thing,"

"Oh you said a lot of things, I can tell you about it all if you would like to refresh your memory,"

"H-hey, don't change the subject! Who was the one that wanted to do something in the first place?"

"Ah, I am guilty of that. Can you really deny a man when it's his last night with such a pretty young lady like yourself?"

Haruhi turned her eyes towards him. He beamed a smile at her, and cocked his head innocently.

"Stop doing that,"

"Hmm?"

"That host thing. Stop doing it,"

"Aw, can't you let me be nice to you every once in a while? I thought I was quite gentlemanly last night even,"

"Thanks for that, but that's different. You're faking now,"

Kyoya pouted and looked over his glasses towards her. Haruhi scoffed and sat up, stretching.

"That also doesn't work on me,"

"I bet Tamaki would be able to make it work..."

"You're not cute enough for all that,"

"...So you think Tamaki is cute?"

Haruhi shrugged, and didn't answer. She stood up and began rolling up the blankets. Kyoya adjusted his glasses before speaking.

"Well, regardless of that, I still believe I'm at an advantage with you. In fact, you told me last night whilst in the throes of passion that you would gladly have me over anyone else. Worded slightly differently of course,"

So that's why he's acting cocky. Me and my big mouth.

"I never- ah whatever, please don't talk like that in front of everyone today,"

There was a slight pause.

"Haruhi, I was wondering, how exactly do you want me to act today?"

"Oh," Haruhi paused as she was putting a couch cushion back in its rightful place. "I was going to ask you the same thing,"

"Well," Kyoya grabbed his chin in thought, "if it were up to me, when they walked in we would be sitting together, half naked, in each others arms-"

"Uh uh, stop right there,"

"Are you sure? It might be fun,"

"Not happening,"

"I suppose we can be fully clothed if you want, it's not nearly as interesting though,"

"Doesn't that strike you as a really bad idea? At all?"

"It does save us a lot of explaining,"

"It'll give us more explaining to do," Haruhi groaned.

"Not if we just stay silent,"

"How about we just act normal? In fact, lets do just that," Haruhi shoved another cushion into place and scooped up her school uniform.

"I'm going to get ready, can you finish putting the cushions back?" Kyoya nodded as he bent down to do just that, and Haruhi walked off, blankets in tow. Kyoya couldn't help but notice that she was still walking oddly. That was probably his fault. Though he tried to be as delicate as possible, it was most likely due to last nights antics. He just didn't have the heart to tell her though. It would be best that when the time came for her to deny it, she would at least be able to believe she was telling the truth.

"See, we're going to be hearing a lot of awkward questions no matter what we do," Kyoya muttered to himself as he pushed the last cushion into place.

,.,.,.,.

They had just finished putting everything in the room back in its normal place when they heard the front doors creaking. Kyoya was sitting on his normal couch, tapping his foot, while Haruhi was sitting opposite of him on her armchair, clutching her school bag.

They knew this was coming from the moment Haruhi realized the doors were locked that Friday afternoon. They had come to a mutual understanding that things would be different from then on, but how different, they were still unsure. Kyoya wanted to grab her hand just then, but it would be impossible considering the distance between the two. He would later regret this.

They both looked up and held their breath when they saw the first flash of blue enter through the door, then each one of the hosts filed into the room. It took each of the hosts a moment to register what they were seeing in front of them, and stopped cold.

The silence hung thick and tense.

Tamaki was the first one to recover.

"Everybody!" A smile spread on his face from ear to ear. "They're not prostitutes!" Tamaki seemed to fly across the room and onto Haruhi, twirling her around him.

"I'm so happy, I thought for sure you were both kidnapped and raped and forced into a dog pen and fed nothing but sourdough bread and cranberry juice and-"

"Tamaki! Breath!" A twin yelled playfully.

It all happened so fast that Haruhi panicked.

"Ky-Kyoya! Save me!"

"Eh?"

Kyoya had scooped up Haruhi easily away from Tamaki, holding her aloft.

"Deja vu," Mori grumbled from across the room.

Kyoya set Haruhi down with little grace, and she stumbled away from him, uttering a thank you.

"I'm so glad to see that you two have gotten here so early, it's very impressive!" Tamaki seemed unaffected by Kyoyas actions.

For a moment both Haruhi and Kyoya breathed a quiet sigh of relief, thinking that they would be able to avoid the whole mess entirely. But that was when Kaoru spoke up.

"Hey Tono, weren't you just freaking out about where they were?"

"Yeah, where have you two been anyway?" Hikaru followed.

Haruhi shot a glance at Kyoya before taking a deep breath.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit-

"We've been... er...around..."

"What she means is," Kyoya cleared his throat before anyone could probe her further, "due to some...lack of foresight on her part, we've been in here,"

Kyoya looked around at the hosts collective confused faces, but didn't elaborate.

A look of realization hit Honey first.

"The door was locked when we came in so you mean... You and Haru-chan were in here all weekend?" His eyes widened.

Kyoya shrugged.

Reality seemed to break for a moment, as if all hell had broken loose and a thousand screams sounded off at once. But only for a moment, and then there was complete silence.

"Hmm," Kaoru had grabbed his chin and looked up in thought, and all stunned eyes had turned to him.

"They say when two people are locked up together long enough, they inevitably... you know..." Kaoru looked back and forth between the pair before resting his eyes on Hikaru.

He looked absolutely furious.

Tamaki stumbled forward and grabbed on to Kyoyas shoulders. He looked oddly somber.

"My friend, my dearest friend, I trust you with my life, really I do. But-"

"Honestly, I have no idea what you all are talking about," Kyoya said plainly as he brushed Tamaki aside. "Now if you'll excuse me I think it's time I got to class,"

"Hey, where'd Haruhi go?" Hikarus voice perked up. Everyone looked around wildly for a moment before seeing Haruhi on the complete opposite end of the room from everyone.

Kyoya had to stop himself from scoffing.

Right, perfectly natural.

"Are you alright Haru-chan?"

"Better than ever!" Haruhi yelled with unnecessary cheer in her voice.

Tamaki and the twins rushed to her side, leaving Kyoya with Mori and Honey.

Honey stared up with a questioning look at Kyoya, but Kyoya shook his head. He didn't feel much like answering more questions as of that moment. He knew those would come later no matter what, and he took the opportunity to quietly slip outside for the first time in so long, Honey and Mori staring after him.

Haruhi was not as lucky. The threesome had cornered her and were throwing question after question at her, but all she could do to deny and shrug at every one of them. She desperately looked over their heads for Kyoya, but she saw no sign of him.

Damn it, why did he have to leave me?

"Haruhi!"

"What?" She groaned, growing more and more tired by the second.

"Wasn't it scary being with him?"

"Yeah, how much debt are you in now?"

"Did he hurt you? He hurt you didn't he? I knew it, that bastard!"

Haruhi swung her head back and forth between the three, stammering out one worded answers. The pressure finally got to her and she pushed her way past them. She screamed out that she would see them all when the club opens and ran out of the room.

While Tamaki and the twins were staring after Haruhi, unsure of what to do or say, Honey casually strolled over with Mori.

"Hey Takashi, what did Kao-chan mean earlier anyway?" Honey asked, picking up a fork.

Everyone coughed.

"Don't worry about it, Mitsukuni."

,.,.,

Haruhi felt odd as she went about her classes that day. As if she had been in a dream for the past few days, and she was abruptly pulled back into reality without much warning. Her mind kept drifting to what had occurred, and she found it hard to focus on what was to come.

Or maybe this is a dream...

Haruhi pushed the thought away as she concentrated on the lecture.

While Haruhi was pondering metaphysics, Kyoya was panicking slightly while he was in class. They hadn't gotten rid of the couch, there were empty wine bottles in the trash, who knows if the place still smelled weird, and...

This is just too much.

Kyoya took off his glasses and grabbed the bridge of his nose during a lull in the lecture.

Not to mention Haruhi is probably going to go out of her way to avoid me today.

He had to smile when the thought came to him.

It was soon after Haruhi had ran after Tamaki when he was about to leave the host club forever that Kyoyas father had come to him and suggested that he and Haruhi would make a fine match together. He wasn't particularly disgusted, but perhaps intrigued.

He had acknowledged her before then, but was careful not to take any interest in her. Kyoya was under no particular pressure concerning who to choose as a partner, but he was under pressure to assure that everything he did, every move he made brought merit to the Ootori family. Thus, he had no choice but to choose someone to fit that requirement.

But then Kyoyas father told him his opinion, and it changed everything. He proceeded carefully, watching silently as normal, taking note of all of Haruhis little actions, even more so than before. He noticed that some things he had felt before start to occur more frequently as he observed her closely. A needle in his chest when he saw the others showing affection to her, his breath catching in his lungs when she was close, even flu like symptoms at one point. He never planned on exposing himself emotionally to Haruhi, it just wasn't how things were done in his world. Now that he was out in the clear, it struck him as amusing, if not embarrassing, at how readily he broke his own rule.

While he had not planned it, their little mistake of locking themselves in turned out well enough to seem almost as though he had in fact planned it from the start.

There was truth to what Kaoru was saying, I suppose.

He himself wasn't entirely sure when he started to care for her. It wasn't a total lie when he told her he has cared for her for a while now. Perhaps it had indeed been long ago, back when they had first met. Maybe it had indeed started with their silly encounter at the beach house, his thoughts at the time seemed to point to that. All he knew was that only when Tamaki had confronted him about wanting to kiss Haruhi did he realize that he was actually interested in the girl, enough to follow through what he had planned to do from the start that Friday night, regardless of his feelings.

Shrewd, yes, but what can I say...

Kyoya smiled as he placed his glasses back into place, and returned his attention to the lecture.

,.,.,

Things were awkward when host club activities began later that day, to say the least.

As Tamaki went about his normal business, charming girls with his pretty words, he couldn't help but notice that something was off. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was definitely something there. Maybe it was how Haruhi was entertaining her guests far away from everyone else? Or how Hikaru kept shooting scowls at Kyoya whenever he didn't think anyone was looking? Or maybe it was Kyoya himself, and how uncharacteristically social he was that day?

Social with everyone but me...

Tamaki had attempted several times to talk with his friend, but to no avail. He very pointedly ignored Tamaki, refusing to even speak when he tapped Kyoya on the shoulder and called his name rather loudly. He didn't so much as look in his direction all day. Tamaki wanted so badly to talk to his friend when he seemed to be in a cheerful mood, but he quickly realized that it may just be a front to hide what Tamaki was sure was an insurmountable level of rage.

Why is Mommy angry with me?

Kyoya was, however, paying close attention to Haruhi, despite her attempt to distance herself from the rest of the group. He even went so far as to sit with her for a while, giving the small crowd of girls around them bright smiles and smooth glances. Haruhi took this in stride, but she glanced at Kyoya far too many times for Tamakis comfort. The pain in his chest that he had felt last week started to return. Tamaki noticed the briefest drop in Kyoyas smile at one point, but he quickly started laughing, much to the surprise of everyone. Most surprisingly, he pat Haruhi gently on the head. She didn't seem to respond, but touched the back of her neck and continued talking with an odd amount of enthusiasm.

It was almost frightening.

A sign of the apocalypse? What in Gods name does he think he's doing, getting so close to her like that..

Tamaki felt himself grow more frustrated and saddened by the minute.

The tension in Tamaki built up to the point where halfway through club activities he politely excused himself and pulled Kyoya to the side to have a chat with him, shortly after Haruhi was pulled away by Renge, an air of urgency about them.

Haruhi was just as confused, but for very different reasons. As she brought her guests to an obscure corner of the room, saying that it would be much easier to talk where it was quiet, she noticed Tamaki was looking very troubled, something she hadn't seen in a very long time. Hikaru was more moody than normal, taking out whatever was frustrating him on Kaoru, being more forceful with him than was really necessary. Not that the guests minded.

Maybe they've always been like this, I'm just noticing now because I know that...

Haruhi was lost in thought for only a moment before returning attention to her guests. She realized that she had been staring at everyone besides the other females in the room, and she wondered idly if they had realized this as well. They did seem to be more tense than normal, keeping conversation extraordinarily polite. They whispered to each other at times, but Haruhi didn't pry.

What was most confusing to Haruhi was how overwhelmingly nice Kyoya was being. She had to stop herself from jumping up in surprise when he appeared next to her on the couch and greeted her guests. After more painfully polite chit-chat, a wide eyed girl spoke up, and everyone around her fell silent.

"So...I heard that you and Haruhi-chan were accidentally locked in here all weekend? Is that true Kyoya-chan?"

Several more pairs of eyes widened as they looked between the two hosts sitting in front of them. Kyoyas cheerful demeanor dropped only for a second, but then he laughed, patting Haruhi on the head.

"Well I must affirm that rumor, actually. Yes it was quite...interesting..." He shot Haruhi a coy glance, flustering her and making everyone else erupt into a fit of giggling.

This is NOT what I had in mind when I said 'act normal,' Kyoya...

They were bombarded with questions then, all politeness thrown aside, and Kyoya deftly handled every one of them. Whenever a particularly personal question about their situation was asked, Kyoya would glance at Haruhi before giving a vague answer. Haruhi, obviously not needing to speak, only stared up at him with raised eyebrows, not entirely understanding his motivations.

Haruhi barely noticed when Renge swooped in from nowhere and dragged Haruhi to the side, and it was not too long after that Tamaki did the same to Kyoya, despite his protests.

With three hosts gone, it left the remaining hosts feeling tense. They put on a good show to make up for it, but if it wasn't obvious something was up before, there was no ignoring it now.