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So at this point, I'm not sure how many chapters this story will have, but I am going to try to not make it too long. But I also promise to not make it too short either.

For a treat, we have Hunny and Mori doing the disclaimer for us!

Hunny: Angel-chan does not own Ouran High School Host club everyone! But if she did, she'd make sure I never run out of cake!

Mori: Hn...

Hunny: Angel-chan, can I have a cookie too?

Angel: Of course!

Hunny: Yay!

Mori:Hn...

ON WITH THE CHAPTER!

Chapter Three: Testing a Theory

Kyouya had chosen to sit away from Haruhi in the limo. He smirked as he observed her determination to look anywhere but at him. She was adorable when she did things like that, and yet, somehow she was completely oblivious to it. It was boggling how she managed to stay so naïve for so long. He pushed the mask up with his trademark smirk again. Time to put his theory to the test.

"Haruhi," he said plainly, granting him the attention of his companion, though she still seemed adamant to not meet his eyes. "You seem to be staring into space." he said, steering his comments in the same direction he had in the dressing room.

"Oh...I'm just...staring at the scenery until I get home" she said as lightening flashed outside. Haruhi cringed and waited for the boom of thunder, but it never came. She looked back out the window confused.

"Curious as to why you see the lightening but don't hear the thunder?" he asked knowing her answer. "It's quite simple really. You see, my father had all the family's cars made soundproof so as to guarantee complete concentration on the morning commute to the office.. After all, how much work can one possibly get done when they have to listen to the constant horns, sirens and screeching tires of other vehicles?" he asked, shifting forward ever so slightly.

"I guess that is pretty clever" she said.

"He even made the glass separating the back seat from the driver soundproof so his drivers couldn't eavesdrop." he inched closer to her on the ebony leather seat.

"Really?" Haruhi asked "that sounds a little paranoid to me"

He smirked again, this was almost too easy. "Paranoid? I don't think you see the full possibilities, Haruhi. Think about it. We could have a party here, being as loud and boisterous as we want and never disturb the driver." he scooted closer again.

She realized he was now very close to her. Too close for her own comfort. She briefly debated jumping out of the car, but the thought of road rash in a thunderstorm didn't sound very appealing. He snaked one arm behind her on the seat. "You know," he whispered in her ear, making her jump "you never did tell me why you were so flustered." she gulped audibly. This was bad. He crept even closer, he was now almost on top of her on the seat. "You said you weren't sick.. And you seemed to be fine around the other hosts" he said. "So by process of elimination, that must mean" their noses were now only inches apart "That I'm cause."

She made a small 'eep' sound, making him let a tiny laugh out. "So that's it then." he deduced. "That must have been some dream then. Tell me Haruhi. Was I your Don Juan in this dream? Did I whisper sweet nothings into your ear? Did I brush your hair from your face like this?" he asked as he demonstrated the action, noticing her breathing had gotten very heavy. "Did I romance and sweet talk you into a grand bed where I kissed you softly?" She blushed deeply at this question. "Oh, I see." he pushed his mask up once more. "So it was one of those dreams was it?" he asked "Perhaps you like to make it a reality? He leaned in to her lips like a hungry wolf.

SMACK

He was cut off as she slapped him hard across his cheek, nearly knocking his glasses off. "You have NO business asking me such personal questions, Sempai!" she yelled. It was then that the two noticed the car had stopped moving.

Kyouya composed himself and removed his body from on top of her. He then returned to a seated position at the other end of the limo. She panted a few times before grabbing her bag and muttering a rushed 'Goodbye' before exiting the car and sprinting up the stairs.

As the car pulled away from her apartment, Kyouya removed the mask and chuckled. "You are quite a puzzle, Haruhi. I will find all the pieces though" he said to himself. He was brought out of his thoughts by his cell phone ringing. He grumbled, expecting it to be Tamaki, but to his surprise, it was his father.

"Yes father?" he answered professionally "...understood. I had to escort a friend home, but I will be arriving at the mansion in about fifteen minutes...yes sir, I'll report to your office as soon as you get home." he hung up and slipped off the cloak of his costume. What could his father possibly have to talk to him about this time? He sighed and leaned back, he would just have to see.

He rubbed his still stinging cheek, he should have expected that from her, but on the bright side, he had successfully proven his theory. He grinned and kept replaying that conversation in his mind until the limo had pulled to a stop outside the Ootori mansion.

End Chapter 3

AN: Another chapter done. This one was too much fun to write. OOOOH! I wonder what his father wants to talk about! I know of course...but you guys will have to wait though! Mwahahaha! As always, please review, and let me know what you think!