I OWN NOTHING, PLS DON'T SUE ME.

And of course, the next day, the subject was raised that Haruhi should wear the outfit they had picked for her, otherwise her debt would be tripled. Haruhi was of course angry at this sudden attack from Kyoya which now forced her to behave, as if she was some chained dog. But, she attempted to shrug it off, passing it off as just another one of Kyoya's 'moments'. Later through the week she struggled along as she did, working hard in her lessons, tending to her customers, and generally taking care of herself. With work and essays pilling up, no doubt Haruhi was under pressure. Her time for leisure slipping away like sand, she spent every waking hour she didn't spend hosting, sleeping or otherwise, on studying and writing. Unfortunately, the date for the dance was creeping up behind her too, and with the dance only a few days away, the twins were becoming restless.

They nagged at her, they tugged at the corners of her shirt, and they played with the loose curls of her hair and murmured creepy phrases into her ears at least to get SOME kind of attention. Haruhi undoubtedly registered all of their stupid attempts, and pushed down her urge to beat them with her books. She forced down her rage, and channeled some of her energy into her studies, to which she pursued furiously. When the twins had almost given up on her, they decided to play at least one last prank on her.

Five days before the dance, when the customers had just left with skips in their steps and Haruhi had returned to her studies, the twins pulled her out her chair with a graceful but firm force and began to dance with her, passing her back and forth like a doll. This annoyed Haruhi to boundless extents, but before she could yell in protest, a rose was promptly kissed into her mouth by none other than Kaoru. Haruhi flushed in embarrassment and violation; only to have Hikaru spin her back into his arms and kiss the rose back into his mouth, smirking at Haruhi all the while.

'HOW DARE THEY KISS ME LIKE THAT!? AND WITH SUCH PRIDE, AS IF I WAS ONE OF THEIR CUSTOMERS!' she roared in her mind. Luckily, she no longer had to endure much more of this. Tamaki quickly swept into the Host club after leading all the customers out the door, and turned around to watch Kaoru and Hikaru exchange a rose through Haruhi. Something within him must have snapped… Perhaps the jealousy that he had not been the one to do so, or maybe that he hated the idea that Haruhi was now being controlled by two troublemakers who treated her like an object. Whatever it was, it made him sprint forward at an incredible speed, punch Hikaru square in the jaw onto the ground, and knee Kaoru in his groin. Only to proceed to verbally abuse them with all the French curse words he knew possible. While the twins were having the absolute shit beaten out of them, Mori flew in and abducted Haruhi away from the crime scene. Here carried her on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making her feel great pains in her ribs for his lack of care. 'How rude…' Haruhi thought to herself, before Mori placed her down. She proceeded to thank him, with a look of sincerity in her chocolate eyes, while on the inside she was once again, bottling down the anger she shared for the club.

The anger sat inside her for the rest of the day, rotting away like a dead baby, festering inside of her. Although Haruhi, she as she might, attempted to turn her boiling rage into energy that she could conduct into her studies, she failed miserably. It merely sat in her chest, like a part of her. And, although she was beginning to get used to this lump of rage she had living inside her ribs, she knew it begged to be released and inflicted on something. Little did she know how soon that release was to come…

Haii! Sorry this chapter was a little short... hopefully there was some improvement..?

Long chapters are too come!

- Stay Frosty (Quote 'Arkada')