Chapter 7

The trip to the Ootori's beach villa is hectic. The mischievous twins won't stop pestering and playing tricks on Tamaki. Tamaki bursts out in rage and defense to the two brothers, occasionally asking Kyoya or Haruhi for help, but they denied his requests. Honey bounces up and down, excited to eat more cake once they arrive at the villa. Mori prevents his older, childish cousin from hitting his head on the limo's ceiling. As for Kyoya and Haruhi, Kyoya types away on his laptop, occasionally glancing over at Haruhi. Haruhi silently looks out if the window, occasionally glancing over at Kyoya. When the two pairs of eyes connect with each other, they quickly divert their gaze.

Just looking out of the window, is a bit boring for Haruhi. The host club had confiscated her study books, so she is unable to study on their little holiday. She does enjoy how beautiful nature is though. Haruhi decides to take another sneak peak at Kyoya, hoping that he won't catch her again. He must have sensed that someone was looking at him though, since he glances across from him, finding Haruhi watching him. Haruhi is mortified that she had been caught again. She looks away, back out of the window. Suddenly, that night in bed with him pops into her mind. She blushes at the memory at how warm and comfortable she was with him next to her.

Kyoya witnesses her reaction, seeing her blush. He notes, once again, how adorable he finds her when she has rosy cheeks. "We're almost there," he informs them, without looking up from the laptop that is perched on his lap.

"Yay! I get more cake! Right Kyo?" Honey asks for reassurance.

"That is correct," he answers the adorable blonde.

"I'll show you all to your rooms, to allow you to change into your beach wear," Kyoya tells the other hosts, which most of them were jumping with joy.

Hikaru and Kaoru huddles together near where Tamaki is standing. "Hey Kaoru, guess what?" Hikaru stage whispers to his brother, with a grin on his face.

"What is it, Hikaru?" Kaoru asks as if he doesn't know what his brother is getting at.

"We'll get to see Haruhi in a... Bakini," Hikaru continues to stage whisper, fully aware of Tamaki perking up at the mentioning of Haruhi.

Realizing the last part of what Hikaru had whispered, Tamaki gets excited, yet outraged. "I told you shady twins to stay away from my daughter!" Tamaki screeches, pointing angrily at the two snickering brothers.

Hikaru an Kaoru hook their arms around Tamaki's shoulders, looking in Haruhi's direction. "Oh, come on boss. We know that you are just dying to see Haruhi in a bakini," they say in sync, smirking.

"cut it out you two, I'm not wearing a bakini, and Tamaki, you're not my father. I'm only here because Kyoya made me," Haruhi tells them, magically appearing in front of the three boys.

"But Haruhi," the twins whine.

"HA! Now you rotten twins won't have your way," Tamaki tells them happily.

"Five percent," everyone turns around to see Kyoya writing in his black notebook.

"I didn't pack one," Haruhi replies coldly.

"I'm sure your father did. I'll show you to your rooms now, follow me," Kyoya closes his notebook, and starts walking into the mansion.

The room that Haruhi will be staying in is huge. There is an attached private washroom, a flat screen t.v., and a bed. There is also a walk in closet the size of Haruhi's apartment. 'Rich Bastards,' she thinks to herself.

She digs through her suit case, which the butler had already placed in the room by the time she had gotten there. Sure enough, Haruhi's dad had repacked her suit case with pink frilly skirts and dresses. To her dismay, he had also packed her a bathing suit as well. A pink two piece bakini, that has a frilly top to hide her almost flat chest. Haruhi wraps a large beach towel around her body, and leaves the room to find everybody else.

As Haruhi nears the other hosts, Honey runs up to her and gives her a hug. "Wow Haru, you look so cute!" Honey gushes.

'It's just a towel, how is that cute?' Haruhi inwardly wonders. "Umm, thanks?" she replies to the short senior. She then walks to sit under the beach umbrella, the towel still wrapped tightly around her.

"Haruhi, the towel..." Kyoya comments, sitting in the chair next to her.

"But mommy! Why are you playing along with those evil rascals?" Tamaki sadly questions, standing in front of Kyoya.

Kyoya gives Tamaki a cold look that could turn him into an ice cube. "You're blocking the sun."

After Tamaki runs away sulking, Haruhi looks over to Kyoya. "Why are you going along with this? I know you well enough to know that you don't do anything that doesn't have marit in it. You have nothing to gain, so why should I remove my towel?" Haruhi questions him, wondering what he's up to.

Kyoya fixes his glasses on his nose. "I have my reasons. As for you, I'd think that you would jump at any opportunity to reduce your debt. If you don't demolish it by the time you graduate, you'll most likely have to become my bride in order to repay it."

Haruhi sighs. 'He's right. It's just a bathing suit, it's not like I'll be naked without the towel. I need to get rid of this debt.' Haruhi then removes the towel, exposing herself to the sun, and to the eyes that belong to the host club.

Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kaoru's jaws drop in awe. Haruhi looks amazing in the two piece bathing suit. She notices them gawking at her, but decides to closer her eyes and ignore them.

Hikaru and Kaoru regain their composure. They mischievously glance at each other. "Hey Haruhi, come play volleyball with us," they request in unison.

"No thanks," she rejects their offer. Her eyes still closed as she relaxes in the sun. Her toes scrunches up in the sand, feeling the warm beads, which have been warmed by the sun, in between her toes. A peaceful smile falls onto her lips. Haruhi loves the warmth. She recalls the last time she felt this warm. She blushes, the last time would have been when she was cuddling with Kyoya.

"What is with all the blushing?" Kyoya asks from beside her.

Haruhi opens her eyes, looking up at him. He is wearing a smirk on his face, as if he knows the answer already. "It's nothing. Just the warmth from the sun, I forgot to put on sunscreen," she partly lies.

Kyoya knows perfectly well that Haruhi is lying. Lying is not the younger girl's forte. He can tell that half of what she had said was a lie, and half was the truth. The truth being that she had forgotten to apply sunblock to prevent getting a burn.

Kyoya reaches down to the sand, on the opposite side than Haruhi, retrieving a bottle of sunblock from his bag. "Here, you might want to put some on before you burn," he offers her the bottle.

Haruhi talks the sunblock from kyoya, gently brushing against his finger tips as she takes hold of the bottle. "Thanks," she says as she squirts the contents onto her arms. After Haruhi finishes with her front side, she gets confused on how she should do her back.

Kyoya notices the confused expression on the girl's face. He smirks, inwardly chuckling. "Would you like me to put some on your back?" he offers.

Haruhi looks at him, not sure if she should accept his offer. "Umm..." she wonders out loud. 'He's being too nice lately, what's his deal?'

Kyoya chuckles, this time out loud. "Don't worry Haruhi, I won't bite... Unless you want me to," he says in a seductive tone, winking at her.

His words make Haruhi even more nervous. "Okay?" she uncertainly accepts.

"Come sit in front of my chair," Kyoya insists.

Haruhi does as she is told. Kyoya's chair is low, so he won't have a problem getting to her back. He moves his legs to either side of the chair, making room for her to sit. He squirts the sunblock onto his hands, and start massaging it into her back.

The massage that Kyoya is giving her, make Haruhi moan. "That feels so good," she mumbles.

Kyoya smirks at this. He knows that she is slowly falling for him, but she is too stubborn to accept or do anything about it. But does he want her to? It's at least a guarantee for some of his father's company, if not all. But would they be happy together?

"Look Takashi, they are getting along even better now. Kyo can't take his eyes or hands off Haru now," Honey tells his cousin, while shoving more all-you-can-eat cake into his mouth.

"Yeah," Mori agrees, looking at the smaller boy. "Miskini, you have cake on your face," He informs Honey. Mori bends down, taking a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes his cousin's face .

"Mother! What are you trying to do, trying to seduce my darling daughter?"