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I know I haven't posted in forever and I'm so sorry! I started a new Ouran book if you want to read it called Our Doll. Anyways, this chapter took me forever so you better enjoy it! (Just Kidding!)

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Kyoya

I ponder Emily's words in my head. Her life really was miserable. I look over at Fuyumi, hoping for a distraction, but a thought was nagging at me, forcing me to pay attention to it.

Can you do anything to make it better? A little voice inside my head asked. The problem was, I didn't know. If it was a money problem, I could fix it easily. But if it was emotional, I'm screwed.

"How do you comfort a girl?" I question my sister, hoping that 'big sisterly advice' might kick in about now. She stops attempting (and failing) to fold my clothes and turns.

"Why do you want to know?" She teases. I turn away from her, not looking her in the eye.

"No reason. I just thought it would be good to know for future reference."

"Liar. It's about that girl isn't it? The one who made you mad." Fuyumi walks over and sits on the couch next to me.

"How did you know?" I wrinkle my brow in confusion. Was it that obvious? Could everyone tell? Could Emily tell?

"The last time I saw you so worked up about something was when you met Tamaki. You don't let things you don't care about bother you." My older sister informs me and I see a hint of wisdom in her eyes. She is the only person in my family that actually feels like family. My mother is distant, my father harsh, and my brothers just don't care about me. But my sister still constantly comes into my room every night, attempting to fold my clothes. At least she believes in family, unlike the rest of them.

"What?" I ask Emily, who had been staring at me for the past ten minutes.

"What?" She asks back, snapping out of a trance.

"You've been staring at me for the last twenty minutes. Why?" I interrogate the girl sitting next to me.

"I don't know, I guess I was just lost in thought." Emily responds, yawning.

"Thinking about what?"

She cocked her head to the side and smiled. "I'm tired. I think I'm gonna go." Emily states, completely ignoring my question. Standing up to grab her bag, I put a hand on her arm to stop her.

"Wait," I say. "What were you thinking about?"

"Tsk, tsk," She scolds. "Needing to know everything isn't healthy, Kyoya. You should really look into that."

Leaving on that high note (Heavy sarcasm there), Emily walks out of the doors to the host club. I groan in frustration and hit my head on the table. Why did she have to be so frustrating!

"Whoa! What's wrong?"

I glare at the two twins through my glasses. "Everything is perfectly fine." I struggle to keep my composure.

"Don't lie to us Kyoya-Sempai. We just saw you attempt to kill you brain cells." The right Hittachiin states.

"Yeah!" the other one agrees. "That's not normal for you Sempai!"

I sigh and let them in on my troubles, knowing they won't stop irritating me. "Emily seems to have some big secret that she refuses to tell me. It's quite frustrating."

The two share an eerily similar grin. "Should we tell him?" One asks the other. "Nah let him figure it out on his own." The two devils nod at each other before walking off.

As they went to scrutinize Haruhi for her lack of femininity, I can' help but wonder what they meant.

Should we tell him? Tell me what?

Exhausted, I leave the quarreling hosts without as much as a goodbye.

Emily

I see Kyoya about to get in to his fancy limo, when I wave him over.

"I was thinking about you, ya dumbass."

Turning away, I give a slight gasp when he reaches for my hand.

"Need a ride?

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