Tamaki shot forward, promting Haruhi to sit up abruptly and Kyouya to try and flee from the bed. "Wait, Tamaki!" The ravenette shouted, nearly falling over the sheet. Suoh's face was heated bright red in intense rage and betrayal.

Haruhi turned to the door, stumbling off the bed and scampering to Mori and Honey. She knew she felt safest with them.

"What's going on, Haruhi?" The short boy asked, looking worried. "Why are Tamaki-Senpai and Kyouya-Senpai fighting?" Tears began to surface from the corners of his eyes.

She looked up at Mori, casting him a worrisome glance. The taller only nodded, gently pushing Honey away. "This is not our business. Go back to bed." He said huskily.

After the two had left, though Honey quite unwillingly, Haruhi cast her gaze back to Kyouya and Tamaki. They were chasing eachother around the bed, Tamaki seething in anger and liquid rage nearly oozing from all of his orfices.

"Why were you on top of my Haruhi?! Did you touch her? You're sick! How dare you try anything with her!"

"Tamaki-Senpai, we didn't do anything-"

"Only because I stopped you!"

Haruhi rubbed at her eyes, wiping away the small tears that had begun to surface. She knew that Kyouya hadn't meant to hurt her, and that he had stopped before anything too terrible happened, but she still felt strange about everything. The brunette also felt only small gratitude towards Tamaki-Senpai, considering the fact that his presence wasn't necessarily needed. Kyouya had come to his senses soon enough, just like Haruhi had expected.

"What's happening, Haruhi?" Two familiar ginger twins inquired in unison. They had seemingly come out of thin air. "We heard the King yelling from down the hall."

"It's nothing." She responded quietly.

Tamaki finally leaped over the bed, lunging at Kyouya and tackling him to the ground. On impact with the floor, Kyouya's glasses slid across the room. The twins gasped, rushing in to help the downed ravenette.

"What are you doing, boss?!" They asked in a concerned manner, lifting Tamaki off of the other boy and holding him back to allow Kyouya up.

"He touched my Haruhi inappropriately!" Tamaki screamed, thrashing in the boys' grip.

"That doesn't sound like something he would do." Hikaru commented, glancing at Haruhi in a worrisome manner.

Haruhi held the ginger's gaze for only a moment, before she chewed her lip and turned away, running down the south hall. Tamaki gasped, wriggling free and chasing after her at high speed. The twins only stood still in shock.

"Haruhi!" Tamaki called, finally catching up to the brunette and grabbing her hand. He pulled her backwards, sending her flying into a warm hug.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine. He didn't really do anything. He only kissed me-"

"Only?! He stole your mouth virginity! I'll kill the bastard for ever laying a hand on you, let alone his pervert lips!"

"Senpai, calm down! He stopped a little before you came in. It was fine. I knew he wouldn't really do it, he's not-"

"How can I trust him now?" The blonde interrupted, pulling away. "When I know that he will try to touch you again!"

"He won't."

"He will!"

"Then you don't know him well enough!"

"I know better than you do!"

"Apparently not!" Haruhi countered, spinning around and stomping down the long corridor. The blonder made little effort to follow her, much to the girl's surprise, however she didn't stop walking. It was relaxing to know that Tamaki finally knew when she didn't want to be bothered.

"Miss Fujioka." A familiar voice called calmly, though shakily. The brunette turned around on a pivot, looking heavily burdened. The figure was slouched, limping, and had just exit the bedroom, the same one she had fled from just moments ago..

"Kyouya, what happened?!"