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Emily POV

"Emily?" I look up at the black-haired boy that was always relentlessly there. Have I started hallucinating? Did I stir something in my drink? Did Kyoya stir something in my drink? I wouldn't put it past him… Next thing I know, he's sitting me up straight and is asking if I'm alright.

I reach out and boop him on the nose. For the first time, I see a confused look on his face. At least I know he's real, now. I could never imagine him having any type of expression that isn't satanic.

"Emily? Speak to me! Are you okay?" The confusion turns into a look that has probably never reached his face: worry. That worry, though, quickly dissipates and morphs into one I have seen many times: anger. "Talk to me, dammit!" I whimper and crumple back down onto the floor. I am not in any mental state to talk. Especially not to him.

He picks me up again, this time pulling me into a warm hug, one I haven't ever experienced. An actual hug. "Emily." He seemed to whimper, but of course he didn't. This was Kyoya, for Christ's sake. Why would he be crying? Or hugging? Suddenly, I wanted answers. I push him away, albeit I'd rather stay in his arms.

"What are you doing?" I take a shot at his cold demeanor and miss my target. My voice cracks and next thing you know I'm crying again. Dammit. Why am I crying again? Oh, that's right, I'm human. I forgot.

"What am I doing? I'm trying to help. I'm sorry for everything I said. I'm sorry I called you useless. But what I'm most sorry about is not realizing how much I hurt you." There were tears in his eyes, now. Actual tears. Like, real, human, tears. I realize that something must've happened for him to realize what he did was wrong. Maybe I wasn't the only one uncharacteristically sad.

I look at him, a confused look in my eye, and pull him into a hug. I whisper "I forgive you." into his shoulder, and I can feel my shirt becoming damp. He was actually crying now. Oh my god, what are we doing? We don't have emotions.What did Nekozawa do to us?

"Damn it all." I said out loud, pulling him away to look him is his currently puffy eyes. "Since when are weemotional? Let's save this stuff for Tamaki. Come on." I walk out the door, leaving him to follow me. He trots behind me to catch up. I much prefer being in control. It gives off a feel of security. I briefly wondered if there was a candle that could do that. That would be lovely.

"And where exactly do you plan on going?" His cordially hostile tone is back. I shrug at his question. I wasn't exactly sure, I just wanted to stop the sad fest. It was scary. Emotions? I'll take being held at gunpoint over those things.

"Somewhere that isn't here." I walk to my kitchen, where I make some nice, herbal tea. It always makes me feel better, and maybe, it can end this awkward feel-fest.

"Is this really your home? You should be thankful it wasn't Tamaki that came here. You would be evicted and forcefully taken into his home." The old Kyoya was back, full force. Now that he's here, I kind of wish he'd leave. And take his judgment with him.

I thought crosses my mind and I start to ponder why Kyoya was actually here. I mean, he doesn't have anything to gain, except a uneccesary accounting assistant. He cried. And Lord knows Kyoya can't act.

I place the tea kettle on the stove. The burner lit, I grab a stool and sit. The glorious wooden monstrosities were probably made in some poor sweatshop, but they were found on a curb for free, so I'll take them. Patting the seat next to me, I let the privileged boy hesitantly take it.

My train of thought was hit by a different train. "Hey Kyoya?" The words seemed to roll of my tongue, as if I'd asked this same question my whole life. "Why do you want to run your family's business?"

He looked at me as if exhausted from a long day's work. "Because," Kyoya paused and sighed, rather melodramatically if you ask me. "I will run the company, get my father's approval, beat my brothers… There's really no reason notto want to run it. I thought you of all people would understand that. I mean, high social standing, wealth beyond imagination. What more could you want." He ran a hand through his short, ink-colored hair. That's what it reminded me of. Ink.

"I can only think of one thing." Was my response to his rhetorical question. He gave me a look as if to say, what could it possibly be?

"The Host Club."

Kyoya's POV

"The Host Club."

Damn. She hit my weak spot. I wanted to scream,maybe kick something. But I retained my composure, resorting to planning her discreet murder in my head. The body will not be found.

"It's just something to occupy my time during high school." I brushed it off. Even someone with no connections could not know my secrets.

"Oh come on, that's a lie and you know it. They're your family. Not just some acquaintances you handle a club for." Her annoyed expression showed she was fed up with my lies, which I seemed to tell terribly around her. A hand on her hip, and head tilted to the side at the perfect degree. I'd admit, it'd make boys fall to their knees. Most.

Yet I was annoyed. Why couldn't she be more like Haruhi and be fearful of me? Why did she have to worm her way into my life?

The kettle started screeching, signifying the water is boiling. The noise startled me, since I was so entranced in my own thought. Emily poured hot water into two mugs and put tea bags into both. I stood up to help her when she turned around with both mugs in hand, resulting in us crashing into each other. Her butt landed on the floor, while thankfully I remained standing. Not so thankfully, my clothes were now coated in a fresh layer of tea. Earl Grey, by the smell.

Glass shards were on the floor. Emily was trying to pick them up, unsuccessfully. She cut her finger on a small, sharp shard. I grabbed her from off the floor to prevent her from further harming herself.

"Get up." I ordered, despite the fact I had already done the job for her. My much larger hands were clamped around her wrists, and we were not even a foot apart. I looked into her eyes, and felt concern wash over me as I scanned her face. Eyes distraught, uniform matted with tea, stained all over. Her bottom lip quivered, and I couldn't resist. I leaned in a little closer, to where our faces were inches apart. I paused, examining her expression.

Emily's eyes huge, scared almost. Lips slightly parted, but not enough to look like a fish. She leaned in towards me a tiny, hesitant, bit. That small, hesitant lean was just enough to bring us together, and I've never felt anything more natural. Her lips kind of melted into mine, as caramel would. I forgot about the fact both of us were drenched in a now-cold liquid, and let everything, other than us, slip away. In this moment I realized what Tamaki had said was true: I'm in love with Emily Hatfield. I am no longer afraid to admit it. It's a little too late to deny it, anyways. I want to smile, and laugh, but I don't want this to ever end.

Emily POV

I guess there was a reason he came.

I guess he loves me.

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