The sun shone brightly today. It was not too hot thanks to a slight breeze that shook the leaves in the trees. Once they were out of sight of the school and fairly far into the garden, Gaara and Haruhi held each other's hands. Gaara's eyes focused contently at their intertwined fingers. Haruhi noticed his gaze.

"What is it?" she asked curiously. The maroon-haired ninja's attention turned back to the girl whose hand he was holding. A shy slightly awkward smile was spread out on his face. He hoped his smile wasn't frightening to her. He wasn't used to doing such things as smiling…

"This is just so new," Gaara answered truthfully.

He didn't have to elaborate much further. Haruhi simply inferred what he meant, mostly because she felt something similar. All of this was so very new; these feelings. It was odd how a simple innocent touch of skin caused a flurry of butterflies to dance in her stomach. That moment when your eyes meet each others' and cheeks are painted pink. The difference when that special someone says something to you that holds more meaning than if anyone else had said it. She wondered if this how 'normal' girls' felt when they liked someone.

"I know what you mean," Haruhi said in return.

Gaara's awkward smile didn't seem so off anymore. In fact, it was quite handsome. Soon enough the two found a spot thought suitable for eating lunch. Haruhi brought out her bento that held yesterday's leftovers. Gaara took out his own lunch from a pouch at his side.

Haruhi prepped her chop sticks and was about to dive in when she took note at what Gaara was going to eat. Her brown eyes followed his movements closely as he placed a small cloth in his lap and then laid the 'food' on top of it. The young man worked on getting out a bottle of water from his pouch when he noticed Haruhi's stare.

"Is something wrong?" Gaara asked smoothly. However, on the inside he was growing weary. Was Haruhi having second thoughts? Was she going to leave him just like everyone else? Did she find him a monster? Panic began to build in his stomach as his face remained calm.

"What are you eating?" Haruhi questioned as politely as she could.

The panic that had been building inside dissipated in mere seconds. Gaara blinked. That was all? A simple question about what he was eating. Gaara scolded himself for being so nervous. He wished he didn't have to be, but the history of his past still haunted at times. It always seemed to effect how he handled situations he was put into. He wondered how long it would take to get used to these new experiences, this honest experiences. He could only see truth in Haruhi's eyes.

"They are smoke-dried lizards. They are a traditional dish from where I am from. The way the lizards are prepared allows them to last longer…Would you like to try something?" Gaara asked.

Haruhi eyed the lizards questioningly. She had never tried anything like it before. In truth, she hadn't really tried that many exotic dishes anyway. Would Gaara be offended if she said no? If she did try it and hated it, would that cause problems in their slowly growing relationship? She wasn't used to all this. She never had to think so hard about something that wasn't academically related. Haruhi was nervous…

"Uh…yeah…I...I guess," Haruhi said unsurely. Gaara slowly picked up one of the lizards and handed it over to Haruhi. The creature was skewered onto the stick and was a nice black color from being smoked. Haruhi slowly took the lizard from Gaara and eyed it one more time. She brought it up to her mouth and paused before going in.

"How do you like it?" Gaara questioned.

Haruhi was busily chewing away. The first bite was really just to cause a break in the lizard's skin. It was in a way like eating fried chicken almost. You chomp down and then really just bite around the bone. Haruhi swallowed as Gaara continued to watch her. Haruhi looked up at Gaara.

"It's…actually pretty good," Haruhi said with a smile. Her eyes shone true as she spoke these words. She really did enjoy it. Gaara was happy to hear this. If Haruhi ever came to visit Suna, he would have the dish especially made for her. Well, if she came.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Gaara said gaining a tiny smile of his own. After the small exchange between the two, they began to eat lunch again. Haruhi took tiny nibbles of the lizard offered to her by Gaara as well as simultaneously eating her bento.

Lunch was pleasant.

Kyoya continued to stare at the photo that had been handed to him. Slowly cracks formed in his resolve. A bubbling volcano of rage was building up inside wishing to break to the surface. Renge continued to on with her little spiel about what a wonderfully wondrous thing she had done, while being completely oblivious to the trouble she had just caused. Then came the eruption.

"Go away…" Kyoya said dangerously low.

"Excuse me?" Renge said blinking. Fierce angered eyes turned on her. Renge stepped back as fast as she could. This wasn't her beloved dating sim prince. Who was this person attached to such an angry face? Kyoya's anger was so potent he visibly shook.

"GO AWAY!" he shouted.

The message was brought across most definitely this time. Renge was gone without a word. She sprinted down the hall before disappearing behind the corner, leaving the picture that started all this still in Kyoya's hands.

Kyoya crumpled the photo in his grasp. He tried to bring back some of his calm as he marched into an empty classroom. He couldn't afford to be seen by anyone at this time. It could be bad for business if his little blow up got out. He knew Renge would stay quiet, but he had to make sure. This is empty classroom was his for now.

Kyoya kicked a desk with his foot. The desk toppled over and clacked onto the tile floor. All of Kyoya's normal refinement was slowly drifting away. He didn't care at the moment. Kyoya slowly began to unfold the picture in his hand. His eyes took in the picture again. The anger inside did not diminish. It was back with full force.

"How could this happen?" came a growl from the young man.

It wasn't fair.

It just wasn't fair.

Haruhi looked so innocent in the picture. Her eyes fluttered close. The slight lift in her feet to reach her goal. The light blush that spread across her cheeks. She was beautiful. Then came the mar in the picture. Or at least a fairly major flaw in the picture as far as Kyoya could see. Gaara…

The two were sharing a kiss, an innocent almost experimental kiss. Kyoya wasn't sure he could handle this new information brought up before him. It was almost too much. He found what was happening to be so unfair to him.

He always had to work harder than his brother's and everyone else. He deserved something for his efforts. He wanted someone to hold his hand during his trials. His sister was there sometimes for him, but he wanted something more. He wanted a different kind of relationship. He thought he had finally found someone.

Haruhi was definitely unique from other girls. She was also very intelligent and she often spoke her mind about things. His feelings for her were not immediate, but gradually he realized her worth. He realized what she truly meant to him. These feelings were complicated.

While Tamaki was obvious in his approaches to Haruhi, he doesn't realize that he has romantic feelings for the girl. He's stuck on fatherly love. Kyoya felt safe knowing that about Tamaki and felt safe in the fact that Haruhi didn't seem to entirely return those feelings. Kyoya also knew that if the time ever came around where he had told Haruhi his true feelings that Tamaki would be alright with it, considering their friendship.

Things were different now…

This person comes out of nowhere and takes everything away from him. Gaara took away his hope of ever gaining someone like Haruhi. The worst part was that she seemed to reciprocate these feelings toward that bastard.

Kyoya's senses started to come back to him. He realized that hot tears were slowly dripping down his face. He felt pathetic. His breathing was rough and hard. Kyoya fell to his knees and put his face in his hands. He couldn't stand how things had gotten out of control. This one kiss captured on film had shattered his world.

Or had it?

Kyoya lifted his face out of his hands. A dark smile crept to his face. He had a plan. He always had a plan. Everything could be easily fixed. Kyoya slowly got up from the ground. He brushed off his pants and took of his glasses to wipe away the tears. Glasses put firmly back in place he went forward to right the desk that had fallen over. He was gaining control again.

Once the desk was righted, Kyoya set out to leave the empty classroom. He had much to do so he might as well get started now. There would be no time for lunch, but it didn't matter too much. Time was of the essence. A dark laugh left Kyoya as he continued down the hall.

He was going to get back what was his by any means necessary…

Haruhi munched away as she was finishing up her lunch. Gaara sat beside her, staring up at the sky. It had been a lovely lunch and the two had enjoyed each other's company. During their lunch Gaara suggested that they meet up here in the garden again after school and when Haruhi was through with hosting. Haruhi said that it was a good idea.

"Done?" Gaara asked.

"Just about," Haruhi replied.

Suddenly both of them sneezed at the same time. Haruhi brush a hand. Gaara wrinkled his nose after the occurrence. Then they looked at each other before sneezing again. Both attempted to not sneeze on the other. Haruhi covered her mouth with her hands and Gaara sneezed into his sleeve.

"That was odd," Gaara commented.

"Maybe there's a high amount of pollen today?" Haruhi suggested.

That's all you're going to get for a while. I'm getting close to finals and the end of the school year here at college. You know what that means, a ton of essays and studying for exams! In other news, I'll be two decades old next Friday. OMG! Heh. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Feel free to REVIEW. =D