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Emily

The cracks on my ceiling mock me. The banging doors of the late night drunks remind me exactly who I am and why I shouldn't talk to him, shouldn't care. Yet I still frown at his words.

I'm sorry; do we really need this therapy session? Because I have a club to run. He cut me off so suddenly. Maybe I went too far? I could never tell. It's always been second nature to say what's on my mind. Never occurred to me that people maybe didn't want to hear what I had to say.

Clearing my head of those thoughts, I attempt to get a peaceful night rest.

The next morning is a Sunday, so I get up and head to the supermarket for groceries.

The high, white walls of the store surround me. Instant ramen, check, cheese, check, milk, check, eggs, check. I smile, seeing the sales on eggs, the priciest item on my list.

Just after checking out I see a familiar brown haired boy peering through the shelves. Or should I say, girl.

"Haruhi!" a blonde called towards the girl. "I found some instant coffee!"

I head towards the arguing duo, stop when I'm a few feet behind them. "Haruhi?" I ask. The two both spin around, Tamaki dropping the coffee. "If you're a girl," I continue, not caring about the shocked stares they were giving me. "Then why are you in the host club?"

"She broke an extremely expensive vase, and now she's working off her debt to us." A voice explains from behind me. I whirl around to see Kyoya staring at his black book, sketching one thing or another. He's wearing tan shorts and a blue polo shirt. All in all, he looks pretty good. "Any more questions or are we done?"

I can hear his bitter tone wanting me to go, but I had to ask. "Yeah, just one. Are you mad at me?"

"Why would he be mad at you?" Haruhi questions, oblivious to the tension.

"I said something he didn't want to hear. I'm sorry." I say more to Kyoya than Haruhi.

Kyoya finally shuts his book and looks at me. "You won't tell anyone will you? About Haruhi, that is."

Smiling, I probably look insane. "Who's there to tell?"

"Do you want to come back to Haru -Chan's with us? We could use the company." Honey-Senpai walks up to me. As nice as that would be I have to decline. "Thanks, but I don't know if Haruhi would want me there." I smile down at the older, smaller, boy. He looked adorable, with khaki pants, a dark long-sleeved maroon shirt, and a light pink shirt over it. Lower lip trembling, Honey protests, "But Usa-Chan wants you there!"

"I wouldn't mind having you there, really. It's no trouble." Haruhi smiled at me, pleading with her eyes to come.

"Well, I guess then." I relent, giving in to their efforts to drag me along.

We finish up Haruhi's shopping, the boys constantly bugging her, and me helping her find good sales. We check out and start walking down the street. "Hey, why were you at the supermarket in the first place?" Haruhi asks me.

"Why does anyone go to the grocery store? I needed groceries."

"Yeah, but why did you need them? You must be rich, you go to Ouran." She tries to explain, still confused.

"No, I'm a honor student, just like you." I persist.

We finish our walk in silence, watching the lovely autumn leaves fall around us. The twins goofed around, trying to get Tamaki mad, Honey talked cheerfully on Mori's shoulders, and Kyoya wrote in his precious book. Everyone seem to be so different but fit together perfectly, it was almost magical. It was like a puzzle. Alone there were odd bits and ends, but together they made something better. We approached a clean-looking apartment building, slightly dull, but nice. Climbing up the stairs, the Host Club and I walk into a cozy apartment.

"This is nice." I smile at the beautiful room around me.

Haruhi snorts. "Please, you don't have to lie."

"I'm not," I argue. "It's actually better than my apartment."

They all stare at me as if I grew another head. "What? It's not as if Kyoya doesn't know." I motion to the tall, black haired boy. But he's staring at me in shock too. "Wait, you didn't know?" I question. "But you know everything about everyone. No exceptions." They all turn to Kyoya now with wide eyed curiosity.

"She lived in London. Her information was harder to find than most." He explains as if he couldn't care less, but I knew better.

"So what exactly do you know about me, Ootori?" I rhymed. Everyone else watched this conversation go down, metaphorically eating popcorn.

He looks down at me, his lenses flashing in the sunlight. "Do you really want me to say it out loud? Your life doesn't seem to be the prettiest." His dark, serious eyes dare me to respond.

"Go ahead, not like I haven't heard it before. Hell, I'm living it." I challenge back, unfazed. It can't hurt me, I have to remind myself. The past can't hurt me.

"As an infant you were abandoned on the doorstep of a family, raised by them until you were three years old, then left and raised at an orphanage until you were ten. You lived on the streets, keeping multiple sources of income until you were able to take a one-way ticket to Japan enrolling at Ouran. You living quarters are unknown and you work at a rundown restaurant. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Kyoya finishes.

"Almost," I smile back, though it was probably more of a grimace. "You left out the part where, despite my terrible schooling, and quite frankly none for the past six years of my life, I manage to get a full scholarship to Ouran and remain at the top of my class. I'm quite extraordinary, you know." Teasing is the easiest way to get rid of tension, or so I've learned.

I had been so engrossed in our conversation I didn't realize how close we had gotten. There was less than a foot of space in between us. Hastily, I pull back, remembering my promise not to get close to anyone here, literally or metaphorically.

Kyoya seems to notice to and also pulls back, shooting a glare at the rest of the host club. Translation: Mention this and you're dead. They understand and get on with themselves, Haruhi preparing dinner and fending the boys off with a wooden spoon (Literally) and the boys pouting back.

Kyoya sits on her couch, and I go to help Haruhi in the kitchen.

"What was that?" she asks not bothering with pleasantries.

"What are we making?" I respond, completely ignoring my question.

"Leeks. Explain what just happened." She still stares at me not bothering to get started. I look for a pot under the sink until I find one the right size.

"Hey! Don't ignore me! Explain what just happened with you and Kyoya." She demands.

I sigh, realizing she won't let this drop. "Look, first, I'm not ignoring you. Second, that was just a lovely stroll down memory lane with a condescending ass who doesn't give a damn about emotions. Will you just let it go?" I begin to forcefully chop the carrots for lunch.

Haruhi tentatively puts a hand over mine. "Those carrots aren't Kyoya. You can calm down now." She smiles at me and I smile back. We continue to prepare lunch and once we're finished I pour it into bowls. "I won't tell your secret by the way." I assure Haruhi.

"I didn't think you would." She replies.

We settle down to eat with everyone else.

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