Hello! Welcome back to 'Love is a Twisted Thing'! This chapter is really late and I am really sorry for that. :P I was originally supposed to come out with Haruhi's chapter, but I got really bad writer's block so I did this one instead. I am doing Kyoya's POV of that whole scene last chapter, and I am probably doing Hikaru's as well. Oh, and also, if you didn't notice, I added dates and times to my previous chapters to clear up some confusion (on a user's request). So, go back and look at those if you have the chance. :DD I hope you enjoy this chapter! :DD

DATE AND TIME: August 3rd, 3:30

POV: Kyoya

I try to contain my excitement.

This afternoon, I was meeting up with Haruhi where we had last kissed.

Where we last kissed.

Those words seemed almost dream like.

"Kyoya!" I hear Hikaru yell down the hall, walking very quickly. I sigh.

"What?"

"Oh! There you are!" He grins at me, a little too happy. "I need to talk to you."

"Talk."

"Alone."

I look down at my watch. I had about thirty minutes before I had to go meet Haruhi, but I didn't want to be late.

"I'm busy." I say, pushing up my glasses and looking down at my notebook. Hikaru grabs my jacket sleeve, dragging me down the hall.

"Hikaru, get off of me!" I yell.

"No! You can't just blow this off!" He mutters something else under his breath. Opening the door to a random empty classroom, he throws me inside, closing the door behind him. I yank my sleeve away from him and smooth down my ruffled uniform.

"What's this about, Hikaru?"

"I needed to talk to you."

I sigh. "What now?"

He hesitates, looking as if he had to try really hard to say something. Which was unlike Hikaru at all.

"I love you, Kyoya."

I freeze, running the words over and over in my head. Not now. Not when Haruhi was waiting for me.

"Stop kidding around Hikaru. I don't have time for you and your brothers idiotic games." I say, pushing up my glasses again.

"I'm not kidding around Kyoya!" he yells, his hands clenched so tightly I'm afraid he might break skin.

"I don't have time for-"

And then, he is kissing me. His hands, pulling me by my hair so my lips smashed against his.

No. He couldn't do this. He couldn't replace Haruhi's hands, Haruhi's lips with his. I won't allow it.

I struggle, pushing against him with all I had, which obviously wasn't much, due to the fact that I barely moved him at all.

After a few moments, he backs away, smirking as if extremely satisfied with himself.

My hand raises on its own, and with all the strength I had in me, I slap him as hard as I possibly could.

"What...what the hell!?" I shout, wiping my lips to get the taste of Hikaru off of them. I take a step back, tripping over a desk that I was sure wasn't there a second ago. I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for my body to hit the floor.

"Kyoya!" I hear Hikaru shout. My shirt is yanked up, stopping my fall more than halfway through. I open my eyes, staring at his with a small thanks. His eyes stare back with something more.

Love? Fright?

There is movement to my left, and we both whip our heads that way.

Kaoru stands behind the large teacher desk, eyes filled to the brim with pain and unshed tears. He runs out of the room in a flash, Hikaru running right behind him. I stare at the door, feeling like I had seen something I wasn't supposed to.

I love you, Kyoya

I couldn't get the words out of my head. I wanted to forget about the whole situation more than I would ever admit. I wanted to focus on Haruhi and the fact that she liked me.

I look down at my watch. A glowing '5:30PM' stares me in the face. I was late.

I was late.

How could I be late?!

I sprint out the door; the situation with Hikaru flying out of my mind. I burst through the doors to the outside, breathing heavily. I glance over at the bench, and sigh.

I walk over to Haruhi's sleeping body and put my jacket over her. After calling my driver, I pick her up carefully in my arms. I watch the way her chest rises and falls, the way her face looked relaxed and blissful. I move some hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, and smile gently.

She was beautiful.

I lean down and kiss her lips, marvelling at the soft texture. The car pulls up at the curb and I walk over. The driver opens the passenger door, bowing once. I gently place her inside, walking over to the other passenger door and settle in the seat, buckling both her and I's seatbelts.

I lean over and kiss her once more.

God, I really loved her.