A/N: Sorry for the late update! I've been pretty busy with studying for Uni exams. Hope you enjoy the fluffage ;3

Chapter 13: The Closet

Haruhi feels weight shoved onto her, causing her to fall down onto the carpeted flooring with the weight still on top of her. Haruhi hears the cake obsessed host's departig. 'Honey said, "Kyo," meaning... Oh!' her eyes fly open as she feels clothing grasped in her fists. "Ugh, Kyoya, please get off of me, you're squishing my vena cava," she groans.

"Haruhi? What are you doing in here?" Kyoya questions coolly, lifting his weight off Haruhi to hover over her.

Their faces are just mere inches apart. Haruhi's lips are taunting Kyoya. He wants to feel the flame once again, but he resists the urge for the moment. He flushes at the thought, noticing how perverted his mind has been lately.

Haruhi feels as though she is suffocating in a burning fire. She feels as though she is burning up, there is too much heat. Heat that both she and Kyoya are radiating. Heat that feels like it's closing in on her, making her feel a little closterphobic. Heat that makes it so hard to breathe, it feels like her lungs are going to explode, causing her lightheadedness.

"H-Honey... He said that we were playing hide and go seek," Haruhi finally tells him after a long silent pause in conversation.

"Well, what do you supposed we do in our..." Kyoya leans down to whisper, "current situation?" into her ear. It may be too dark to see Haruhi blushing, but the heat certainly radiates off her cheek, as he places his on top of hers.

"I propose that-" she starts.

"Proposing now are we? I thought that was a man's job," Kyoya teases, interrupting her.

"As I was saying..." Haruhi continues, annoyed. "You should get off me, and we should sit up, preferably on different sides of the closet."

Haruhi can feel Kyoya's hot minty breath on her face. "Why would you say such a hurtful thing? Do you not enjoy my company? Ouch, I'm hurt, he tells her playfully.

'It's not like that at all,' she mentally admits. "Come on Kyoya, you're starting to act like Tamaki."

"Or is it that you like it too much?" Kyoya ignores her last comment.

'Ding, Ding, Ding! Bingo!' lights flash in her mind. "Uh, Kyoya..."

"Stay still for a moment," Kyoya warns.

"What? Why? Is something..."

Haruhi's panic is muffled and silenced by Kyoya placing his lips on hers. She resists for a moment, then she relaxes into his embrace, letting him take control. Kyoya still hovers above her, but Haruhi wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer to feel his tender lips. He swipes his tongue across her bottom lip, asking for entrance. Haruhi absentmindedly obliges, access granted. Their tongues fight each other for dominance. Kyoya likes the taste of strawberries on her tongue, and Haruhi is not surprised that he tastes like mint, cool just like his personality. A slight moan escapes from Haruhi's mouth. She moves her hands to allow her fingers to roam around in Kyoya's silky soft hair.

Kyoya unwillingly breaks the ignited fires heated kiss, needing to breathe. They both pant from not having enough oxygen.

When Haruhi gets control of her breathing, she places her hands on Kyoya's chest and lightly pushes him away. "You can't keep doing this to me! You can't keep stealing kisses from my lips, when it's most convenient for you. You don't even like me! We are against this engagement, remember," she pauses for a few minutes to control the anger and confusion in her head.

"What if I said that you were wrong," Kyoya asks in a whisper. "What if..."

"'What if' what?" Haruhi encourages him to go on.

"What if u told you, that I do not mind the engagement as much anymore?" he finishes.

"I'd say that you're lying," Haruhi crosses her arms over her chest, and glares at the boy in the darkness. "Why exactly does your father want us to marry?" she demands to know.

"He said that you are just like your late mother. You're strong-willed, kind, stubborn. You are compassionate, blunt, sympathetic, and determined. You are beautiful. You have the brains of Einstein, yet still dense as ever. You are much more than that. We believe that you would be a great asset to the Ootori name," Kyoya informs her.

"Why do you keep... Kissing me?" Haruhi asks softly, almost in a whisper.

"As dense and blunt as ever, I see," he chuckles. "I do it, because I have decided that I want you, and I will have you. Just to let you know, an Ootori never loses," the said Ootori grins in the darkness.

Meanwhile...

"Hika! Kao! Look over here, I put Takashi in a hole and filled it with sand," Honey tells the twins excitedly.

The Hitachiins look in their seniors' direction, while taking another sip of their lemonade. "Have you seen Haruhi around?" Hikaru starts.

"We haven't seen her since breakfast," Kaoru finishes.

"Maybe we should go get her," the twins say in sync.

Honey bounces up to the two brothers, inside he's panicking, but he plays it childish like always. "No,no,no. Haru isn't feeling good, she wanted to have a nice nap," he warns them, covering up his evil plan, which the Hitachiins certainly won't like, with his cuteness.

"Fine we'll leave her alone, for now," they say evilly together.

A/N: Does anybody have any evil ideas that the twins could do? Thanks for reading! And a review is greatly appreciated, but you don't have to if you don't feel like it. Until next time, readers.