Well,.... this certainly is a bigger chapter than all of the others, but thanks to Thanksgiving break (We're out a whole week), and sudden inspiration, this was one of the easiest chaps for me to write. Expect some characters to be a little out of character, but since I've officially decided on the pairing, the major plot devices and romance will start to come into play, so them acting a little differently is to be expected.

Also, I noticed that I've received some complaints about how I've left out things from the original story, and I feel that I need to say this. This story is NOT going to be canon a re-hash. Yes, I will take liberties and use some of the situations from the manga, but as far as sticking to the anime or doing things by the book, that's just not gonna happen. Many things will be happening in this chapter so sorry if things seem a little rushed, but everything will fit together eventually.

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Soundtrack for this chapter: Redemption by Gackt

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Haruhi felt herself sigh as sat down in the plush easy chair in the corner of the library, the stack of books she had left on the table while she had gone to search for more, gone. Ever since the school had figured out that she had joined the host club(Read: Forced), the male population seemed to be more determined than ever to win her affections, and the other females seemed to be stuck between hating her for the time she spent surrounded by the beautiful men of the host club, and amazement at how friendly and independent she was. though she had long ago learned not to surprised at anything anymore, the only things that troubled her were the strange incidents that kept happening to her at the most inopportune times. For the past couple of weeks, it seemed to her that someone was out to get her, and the fact that everytime she relaxed or let her guard down just a little bit, something would always go wrong. For a while, she thought that the few items that had gone missing, were simply products of her own clumsieness, but as the petty theft escalated into mysterious pin finding their way into the collar of her uniform,or sudden winds sending her books flying out of her arms as she strolled through the hall inside, even her cunning yet naive mind(As Kyoya put it), knew that something wasn't right.

She had long since given up trying to be a lawyer once she had made the change from human to vampire, but she tried and tried as hard as she could to come up with a reason as to why someone would want to do these things to her, but even with the help of the more intelligent members of the host club, she found that she still had no again as she sank deeper into the plush velvet of the armchair, she felt herself blush slightly as she thought of the Host Club, one of the members standing out particularly in the forefront of her mind.

'Kyoya' she willed the unbidden heat that rose to her face away, mind wandering back to the midnight party at the Host Club. The many hours she spent in the Club room receiving tutoring after the customers had gone had given Kyoya and herself many more opportunities to talk like they had at the party, and the fact that she even addressed the fact that she might be developing more then friendly feelings for the cold, sarcastic, blackmailing bastard, was enough to leave her distracted and dissecting their regular arguments in her spare time.

She shook her head, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. With the exception of a little hair pulling, no major harm had been done to her physically, so the fact that the Host Club had been so furious when she had finally told them of all the strange things , was baffling to her. No, she didn't like all the things that had been happening to her, but so far, with the exception of the many hate letters, it hadn't been anything she couldnt handle.

Worse yet, it seemed that no matter how friendly she tried to be to the only other female pureblood, it seemed that all her efforts were for naught. She knew that Ayanokiji was an upperclassmen, and the general unspoken respect-me-for-I-am-older-than-you rule applied, but she figured even the most positive of people would get discouraged when every attempt at friendship was answered a upturned nose and a sneer. It wasn't like she didn't have any friends (With the host club, how could you not?), but all she really wanted was an ally during club hours. Someone who would help her understand the new world she was suddenly thrust into, and not make her feel like a complete idiot for not understanding. Someone who would save her from the injustices of being treated like a plaything. Someone who would look underneath the underneath, and treat her like a person and not a prospective mate. Someone who would treat her like a friend.

But as her failed attempts at friendship increased, she realized for reasons unbeknownst to he her, that Ayanokiji simply did not like her, and there was nothing she could do about it for now. The increasingly alarming hate letters however, were something else altogether. She didn't have an inkling as to who could be sending them(though she did have her suspicions), but she hopped that whoever had a problem with her would hurry up and confront her already. All the extra annoyances weren't helping her in the researching of her past.

Even though ther was no need for her to study anything now that she literally had all the time in the world, but even so she still felt the need to educate herself with everything concerning her vampiric state. Yes, the twins had been given the job of summerizing how they had all came to be and how to use the powers they had all been granted, but she still felt that she needed to know more than the twins abriged for the stack of books next to her, she was so immersed in a book on the structure and politics of the council that she didn't notice the figure that took the chair opposite of her, the person obviously too absorbed in whatever he was reading to notice her as he sat down.

Huffing in frustration as she attempted to comprehend some of the finer points of her new legal system, she cursed under her breath (A feat that didn't go unnoticed by the man across from her), as the end table next to her suddenly crumbled to the ground, the books along with the content of her bag strewn across the floor. Grumbling as she lowered herself to the ground and begrudgingly began to gather her books and examine the table in an attempt to see what could have caused the sudden collapse(though she already knew), when she felt a presence loom over her. Looking up, she was surprised to see Kyoya bending down beside her holding a stack of her History notes, a semblance of a grin on his face

"This is unexpected." Haruhi stated bluntly, as she gathered various writing implements from around their feet, her favorite pens and pencils in a wide arc around her.

"And just what so you mean by that?" Kyoya asked calmly, the barest hint of a grin playing at his lips at the thought of one of their debates. Though he would always maintain that he was an Ohtori, and had no time for pointless endeavors, he found that Haruhi was the exception to the rule. Even when he refused to organize something that would provide no merit to the Host Club when Tamaki got one of his hairbrained ideas during club hours, he found that she was the only thing that could sway his iron grip, when nothing else would. She stirred the long dormant blood in his veins, lit a fire in his soul, and the fact they were inextricably intertwined by their pasts only made the fact that he loved her worse. Still, he knew he would have to solve this problem with whoever was targeting her, lest she find out about her past too soon, and all hope of them living a peaceful life vanishing.

"I'm just surprised that the Great Pureblood Kyoya Ohtori would actually do manual labor to help me- a newborn pureblood who used to be human; A commoner no less."

"Why Haruhi, I'm quite offended. Just because I hate all forms of menial labor doesn't mean I wouldn't help a friend....Besides, Tamaki would have my head if he found out that i didn't help you" he said faking shock as he leaned against the foot of the chair he was sitting in, taking the table from her hands as he removed his glasses. Eyes closing for a moment as they shifted from a ash gray to a steely silver, he examined the broken pieces slowly, the separate pieces slowly melding back together , individual fibers of the wood connecting fluidly as his irises contracted to a fine point. Satisfied with his handiwork, he turned to Haruhi to see if she had gathered all her things, only to find her staring at him with curiosity.

"What?" he said feeling his resolve falter slightly as she continued to stare at him with wide eyes "All I did was fix the table....''

"Yes, but how?" she asked, scooting closer to look at the table, "I know I'm just starting to master my powers, but you guys never told me I could do stuff like this." she said said thinking back to the first few nights when she had arrived in the dorm, and the damage her fluctuating powers had done.

"I doubt they knew, since nobody truly knows the extent of a Purebloods powers, though I've found that we can do pretty much anything we put enough effort into."

"Then what are you waiting for? Show me how to do this."

"Haruhi really," he said as he turned to look at her from his place on the floor "Why in the world would you want me to teach you something like this when we could just as easily get a maid or someone to do it just as easily?"

"Because," she said defiantly "I like to do things for myself."

"Fine" he said as he broke a leg off of the table with out so much as blinking "But you realize your going to owe me for this right?"

"Bill me later. So. What do I do first?"

"Well," he said sighing "First remove all obstacles, both physical and mental, that might hinder your concentration(1). Your mind should be as clear as possible"

'Like when I first learned how to meditate with Mori-senpai' she thought as she assumed the standard lotus position, "All right what now?"

"Now focus all your energy into what you want to happen, which in your case is the fusion of the table pieces." he said as he guided her hands to the separate pieces of the table, surprised at how warm she was for a vampire. "Keep your eyes closed while you try to imagine the leg of the table joining with the rest as best as you can."

Inhaling through her nose slowly, she pictured the pieces of the table gradually meshing together, an invisible adhesive holding everything togrther. Feeling a sudden shift from her hands, she quickly opened her eyes, face falling visibly once she saw that the table she was hoping to have fixed, only partially repaired.

"Well," she said as she turned the half finished table in her hands, "That didn't turn out so great, huh?"

"I've found that when you first try something with your powers, things hardly ever do. The first time I ever tried to do something like this was when I was six, and I'm quite sure it only worked because I couldn't figure out a way to explain to my father how I'd broken a priceless vase in attempt to find him(2)." he said attempting to console her.

"Are you just trying to make me feel inadequate, or is it just something that comes naturally for you?" she asked as she looked at him with a cynical face, gasping as she looked at him closer.

"Actually, it was supposed to make you feel better." he said with an uncharacteristic huff, his composure dropping for a second, as she continued to star at him with translucent eyes, her once pale silver irises, now an iridescent ivory(3)

".....Amazing..." she said as she took in the room around her. Though she had been practicing on how to use her powers with Mori and Hunny- sempai for a while now, this was the first time she had actively used them to do a specific task, and she was mesmerized at how much clearer things seemed to be. It was as if everything had been put under a high powered microscope, and multiplied by a million. Every ray of faint moonlight that illuminated the musky air of the library enhanced the lavish atmosphere of the alcove she sat in even the old, dusty books on the nearby shelves taking on a fine appearance.

Turning to look at Kyoya, she felt herself gasp as she unconciously moved closer to him, eyes widening as she finally saw him for the first time. Everything about him was perfect, and the way her heart raced as she took in his every feature, from the strong line of his jaw to the deep metallic depths of his slate eyes, made her realize that she was falling for him, no matter how she tried to deny it.(4)

"Haruhi?" Kyoya said concerned at her current state, feeling something flutter in his chest when she reached out to place a hand on the side of his face gently.

"Kyoya....this is amazing." she said as she gazed up at him, still transfixed by the wonder of it all.

Hand moving to rest on the small of her back as he pulled her body to his, he briefly wondered what he was doing, uttering his reply before his lips captured hers in a searing kiss.

"Yes....it truly is...."

Hissing in displeasure, the figure in the shadows growled as she watched the pair from her hideout.

'Yes.......the plan will be set in motion tomorrow....'

I hate to say it (as it is so overused) but this chapter truly wrote itself (not surprising since I'm a kyoharu FANATIC). Expect action in the next chapter, but don't expect as fast as this one.

1) Yes, this includes glasses

2) As in he was looking for him so he could spend time with him.

3) Byakugan. 'Nuff said.

4) Nobody in their right minds should deny that fine piece of ass that is Kyoya XD

* Congrats to Princess-Christina-Ark for guessing on the mystery character first! Just leave the Couple/situation in your review, but i probably wont have it out till after MDR is over though

Remeber, the more reviews i get the faster I write(they make me happy.....and a slight lunatic).

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