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Chapter 8~

An angry and hurt looking Tamaki stands in front of Kyoya and Haruhi, expecting an explanation from the two.

Haruhi begins to guiltily move away, but Kyoya stops her by placing his hands on her shoulders. "Tamaki, would you please calm down. I was just applying sunscreen on Haruhi's back to ensure that she wouldn't get burnt. Then again, she is my fiancée, it's not like we were doing anything wrong, yet." As Haruhi turns slightly to look at him with a shocked expression, Kyoya winks at her, causing her to blush slightly.

"B-but you can't defile my little girl," Tamaki stutters a protest.

"On the contrary, if Haruhi were alright with such actions... Then yes, I would be able to," Kyoya smirks as Tamaki runs away to sulk.

Haruhi turns fully around to look Kyoya squarely in the eyes. Confusion is written all over her face. "Kyoya... Why did you say that?" she demands to know.

He answers with the smirk still playing on his lips. "The answer is quite simple. You see, all that I said was true. You are my fiancée, and we can do whatever we'd like to. At least until you graduate, you belong to me. I don't like it when people go after things, or in this case, someone that belongs to me," Kyoya finishes.

"I don't belong to anybody," Haruhi huffs, standing up. "I'm going for a walk," she storms away from him.

'She sure isn't like the other girls, that's for sure.' Kyoya takes his laptop from his bag, and starts working on his stocks.

Haruhi spots a giant rock on the edge of the cliff. 'That will be a great place to watch the scenery,' she smiles as she walks towards the rock.

She sits silently on the rock for quite some time. She watches how the waves move, how the birds fly and squawk. Haruhi can hear foot steps coming closer and closer to her. 'It's probably just Hikaru and Kaoru trying to scare me,' she smile, waiting for her friends to appear before her.

"Hey look, there's some chick over there," a tall boy with a long green mohawk an a scar on his cheek points out to his friend, who is shorter with jet black hair. They both are wearing black clothing with chains hanging from the pants pockets. The two delinquents wolfishly grin at each other. As they get closer to Haruhi, the boy with the green hair says, "Hey babe, wanna hang with some locals?"

Haruhi jumps up from her position on the rock, shocked not to find one of her friends. She wipes the shocked expression off her face, trading it for a cold stone stare that would put Kyoya's to shame. "This is a private beach, please leave," Haruhi tells the two boys, crossing her arms over her chest.

The shorter boy with black hair steps forward. "A private beach, huh. Does that mean we're alone?" he asks menacingly.

"Just leave, now," she demands.

"We want some fun first," the taller boy tells her. The boys start to walk towards her again.

Haruhi frighteningly bends down to retrieve a hand full of rocks. She throws the rocks at the trespassers. "Get away from me!" she yells, hitting one of the boys in the head.

The host club puts the activities on hold, hearing Haruhi yelling. They see two trespassers up on the cliff, closing in on Haruhi. Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kaoru dashes to her aide.

'Shit, I'm going to have to tear the twins away from those punks. At least they will get to her,' Kyoya thinks, strolling up to the cliff to make sure that the twins don't kill the unwanted visitors.

The unwanted boys grab onto Haruhi, causing her to yelp in pain. She tries to fend them off by slapping the taller boy.

"You're no good to us like this," the boy pushes her off the cliff.

A scream pierces Tamaki, as he dives off the cliff and into the water to save her. He gets a hold on Haruhi, and begins to swim up to the surface.

Hikaru and Kaoru beats the two trespassers into a bloody pulp. Kyoya steps in to stop the twins. He takes the trespassers' I.D cards, and has the security escort them off of his property. The three of them hurry to check on Haruhi.

"I-I got to her, b-but she's n-not breathing," Tamaki tells his friends, tears swelling in his eyes. Haruhi lies limply in his arms.

Kyoya remembers some medical training he had when he was just a boy. 'The brain needs a constant flow of oxygen. After four minutes, there is no chance for revival.' Kyoya takes Haruhi from Tamaki's arms, and lies her down on the damp sand. He tips her head up, and plugs her nose. He takes a deep breath and places his lips on her. He breathes into Haruhi's mouth, trying to fill her lungs with oxygen. This is known as CPR. He repeats this procedure several times.

Haruhi turns her head to the side, coughing out the salt water that had invaded her lungs. She gasps for breath. Her eyes are wide, and her hand is placed over her now rapidly beating heart.

"Haruhi... Are you alright?" Kyoya asks her softly, still kneeling beside her.

Haruhi observes her surroundings. She notices that the others are backed away from her, allowing her room to breathe. All except Kyoya. 'He must have performed CPR on me,' she thinks as she stares into Kyoya's dark eyes. She then surprises everyone by giving Kyoya a hug. "Thank you," she whispers into his ear.

He wraps his arms around her, smiling. "Anytime," he pauses. He realizes that he's been outwardly too nice to her lately. "I mean, the host club can't lose their 'dog', can we now?"

Haruhi pulls back, smiling at him."Of course not. What would you gain without a 'dog'?" she teases him.