Haruhi turned to the body-length mirror, staring at her bare bum. The swim suit bottoms rode up and were stupidly uncomfortable. She couldn't imagine why anyone would have bought these, or even designed them for that matter. They were tight and itched in odd places, and it looked almost as if she was half-nude from the bottom down.

"I feel…naked," she said glumly to herself as she grabbed a towel to wrap around her body. She pulled it up as high as possible, trying to cover up as much skin as she could. Haruhi couldn't help but wonder how long Kyoya had stood in the doorway before he had said something. Could he have seen her getting undressed? Her body was supposed to be hers, and she had always thought Kyoya didn't have time to focus on the opposite sex. He was interested in numbers and planning and money, not whether or not her bum looked good in a string bikini that dug deeper into her as she stood.

Haruhi sighed, shook her head, and closed the closet door behind her. The corridors of the yacht seemed endless. There was another grand door every few steps. She didn't possibly know why they would need so many rooms on a ship, unless it was a cruise liner that housed a few hundred for weeks at a time. The hallways twisted and turned. The only thing causing Haruhi not to become lost in the labyrinth was a sign every few yards that was labeled "Spa".

She had only ever been on a boat once, and it was scum compared to this. Still, she had fun on that day. Her father had rented a cheap boat for a few hours to fish off of. Their sauna was the pounding heat of the sun, and the sunburns that covered their skin from head to toe. Haruhi approached the last sign.

"Spa" it stated, with an arrow that pointed to around thte corner. She followed it, and came to another door, except this one was different. The door was made of glass, transparent and slightly steamy due to the hot rocks inside. Haruhi scanned the wooden room looking for Kyoya. He didn't seem to be in there.

"Maybe I came to the wrong one," she said to herself, seeming stupid. Just then, Kyoya came into view from inside the sauna. He stood, sweaty and…naked. He stood tall, with a cup of water in his hand. Sweat rolled down his body, his glasses were gone, and his eyes pierced the world around him. Haruhi gasped and quickly turned away from the glass. Had she saw when she thought she had just seen? Only for a moment, he eyes glanced baclk through the glass. Yes, Kyoya stood in the middle of the room. He was oblivious to Haruhi who breathed heavily right outside the door.

She thought quickly how stupid she had been. What was she to do now? Haruhi grasped her towel and began to turn herself back around the corner, ready to sprint down the hall and back to the dock.

"Ah, you showed," stated Kyoya as he opened the door from the sauna. Steam followed him like clouds. He acted so cool compared to the temerature of his body at the moment. He now had a towel wrapped around his, covering the parts of which Haruhi had just seen for the first time. Haruhi's face flushed, her legs buckled, and her head started to ache.

" You look like your going to faint, come inside, it's good for the nerves," he said grabbing her towel and sliding it slowly off. Haruhi's eyes widened, a little surprised by his move, yet, she was somehow expecting it.

"Just wrap this around you," he said holding the towel up, while following the line of Haruhi's body with his bare eyes. Haruhi stood still, feeling so miniscule compared to his manliness. His towel scooped low around his thin waist, and his skin was red and steaming. She reached for the towel and tied it at her side.

Kyoya walked slowly back into the sauna, leaving Haruhi out in the hall by herself once again. She sighed a long, deep sigh, untied the back of her top, and let it fall to the floor…before opening the door to the sauna…