So, this is another filler chapter, but I think it's cute (and maybe ooc, I'll let you be the judge.)

Kyoya looked out at the sky as the town car drove through the quiet streets of the gated community he'd lived in his entire life.

It looked like it was going to rain. Kyoya smirked, remembering how whenever they had fought, Fuyumia would tell him he had thunderclouds for eyes. She always had enjoyed using flowery metaphors.

"You needn't worry, Ootori-san, there will be no rain tonight." Kyoya didn't know if he wanted to thank Tachibana for that information, or strangle him. Of course they thought he'd be worried about Haruhi, who still managed to be terrified of thunderstorms and nothing else.

He decided not responding at all would be the easiest route at the moment, so the car ride went on in silence until they arrived at the Ootori estate.

Kyoya sat in the car long after they arrived. Did he really want to go in there? Kyoya wasn't one to avoid confrontation, but he had a hard time admitting he was wrong, though he hoped desperately that he was wrong in this situation.

Finally, he knew if he stayed in the garage any longer, someone would come looking for him. So Kyoya opened the car door, and stepped out, walking into the the ornate, yet frigid grasp of the house he'd bought.

He climbed the stairs, exhausted by the mere effort it took, and stumbled down the hall towards the master bedroom, dreading what was waiting for him there.

He paused, the soft glow of a reading light from the third library catching him off guard. Surely no one was up this late. Kyoya sighed in frustration, wondering why he employed a staff of fifty if not a single one of them could make sure the lights were turned off at two a.m.

Kyoya pushed the door open, knowing that he'd never be able to sleep if that light stayed on, and froze.

Haruhi was asleep in the chair directly in front of him. He was struck by just how small she looked, how delicate and tiny she actually was.

She hadn't changed hardly at all since their days at Ouran, right down to the short, choppy haircut. Although now, that was taken care of by real stylists, not fourteen year old girls with kitchen shears. Kyoya smiled, in spite of himself, as he remembered the days in the Host Club.

Wether it was the reminiscing, or simply the fact that it was late, Kyoya came to the conclusion that, fight be damned, it was unacceptable for Haruhi to be sleeping on a chair in the library. He turned the light off, and gathered Haruhi up in his arms. Her head rested on his chest, and she managed to grab a handful of his shirt, clutching it rather tightly for a sleeping woman.

She murmured something that sounded like 'don't leave,' and for a moment, Kyoya wanted to believe she was talking to him. But he wasn't going to delude himself into thinking that sleep talking meant anything.

Kyoya nudged the bedroom door open with his foot, and walked over to the bed. Somehow, he managed to turn down the blankets without disturbing the woman in his arms, before setting her down, and pulling the blanket back over her. He turned towards the door, to make his way to a guest room for the night, but he paused as soon as he reached it. What the hell, it was his room too, and he didn't have the will power to find another room.

He climbed into bed, and the feeling of normalcy threw him off guard. It was so easy to slide between the sheets and lay next to Haruhi. He wanted to roll over, and pull her towards him, but fear held him back. Instead, he found he was content to simply lay in the same bed for the time being.

Haruhi woke the next morning, more comfortable then she remembered being the night before. She kept her eyes closed, knowing that when she opened them, and took in the library around her, the aches that came from sleeping in a chair would come back with a vengeance.

Far too soon, Haruhi became bored with trying to go back to sleep, and she did open her eyes. Sunlight streamed in through the window, it hit the lace curtains and tossed dappled shadows on the barely yellow walls, and white furniture.

She sat up in alarm. Haruhi knew for a fact that she had fallen asleep in the library the night before. Had she sleepwalked? She knew, in moments of extreme stress, she had spoken aloud while unconscious, but never before had she woken up in a completely different room, with no conceivable way to get there. Haruhi looked around for the reason she had moved, before her eyes fell on the rumpled bedding on the left half of the bed. Kyoya's side.

The realizations hit Haruhi in waves. Kyoya had come home. He had moved her from the library to their bedroom. He had stayed with her.

But he had also taken careful measures to be gone when she woke up. Haruhi concentrated on breathing. It would do her no good to waste time crying over someone that wasn't there. Instead, she threw on her robe, and headed down to the kitchen for coffee.

Kyoya had wanted to be long gone by now. He knew that always running away was the cowards way out, but he still couldn't think of what to say to Haruhi, how to handle what was now less of a surprise, and more of a nightmare.

Sometimes, he wished his life hadn't always been so rigid, like one of those picture puzzles. He could manipulate the squares of his life within the tiny plastic frame, but once the frame was gone, Kyoya was at a loss.

He had stopped to look at the mail that had piled up in his absence, and he was drawn particularly to an invitation from the Hitachiin brothers. As far as he knew, only one of them, Hikaru, was still in the country. But laying in front of him was an invitation to their annual spring garden party, a party that very closely resembled the 'flower viewing' party the club used to hold.

Not only was it a chance to meet up with the rest of the host club's alumni, but it was a rather profitable business excursion as well. The Ootoris had never missed it.

Soft footsteps drew Kyoya's attentions from the invitation, and towards the doorway. He watched silently, as a still nightgown-clad Haruhi made her way down the hall towards him.

Suddenly, Kyoya's brain went into overdrive. What should he say. Should he even say anything? He had to say something, she was right there! But what could he say that wouldn't cause more problems?

"Good morning, Haruhi." She froze, like a mouse, trapped by the terrifying, hypnotizing gaze of a snake ready to strike. His tone was kept carefully cool, he tried not to inflect anything with his words but their textbook definition.

"Good morning." She replied, and her cold, lifeless tone mirrored his own. She wouldn't even look at him. Was this what a mere week had done to them?

"An invitation to the Hitachiin's party arrived quite a while ago. I'm surprised you haven't been keeping up with the mail." Haruhi turned to glare at Kyoya, it was his fault as much as it was hers that their mail had been neglected.

"I don't want to go." Haruhi said, sounding like a stubborn child. She reached for the pot of coffee at the edge of the table, and poured herself a cup.

"I'm afraid that's not possible. I'll be back later to pick you up. Look presentable, please."

Kyoya picked up the pre-prepared briefcase, and walked out of the room without another word.

Leaving her like that killed him. It seemed like now they were just fighting so they wouldn't have face the awkwardness of admitting they had made a mistake. Kyoya wasn't even sure what that mistake was anymore.

Haruhi stared into her coffee cup, swirling the dark brown liquid around, before setting the cup back down on the table. She wasn't really supposed to have coffee anyways, the caffeine was bad for the baby. Instead, she focused on the package on the table with her name across the front. She ripped the top open, and pulled out it's contents. It was the dress she had seen at the Hitachiin house, the silky red and white polka dot material slipped easily through her fingers as she placed it back into the box to take up to her room before leaving for school.

So, when I first came up with this idea, Kyoya wanted to be gone by the time Haruhi was up. I'm glad he stayed though, aren't you?

So, I don't know if any of you care, but I've based Kyoya and Haruhi's fight and behaviors off the fight Rhett and Scarlett have in Gone with the Wind. This was a latent realization, but I found it kind of amusing.

Let me know what you think!

XOXO

Belle