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Chapter 11

Haruhi ran through the rain, ignoring the pelting sting it brought to her body as she cried. The tears stung more than the icy rain.

"I'm his fiancé." Haruhi could still hear the woman's voice slap the words down across Haruhi's face. She'd looked to Kyouya for an answer but he kept his back to her for several seconds. The woman who called him her fiancé studied his face with a smirk.

"Kyouya…Senpai." Haruhi had whispered, pleaded for an explanation. Slowly, so painfully slow, he'd turned around to face her. He pushed up his glasses and she saw him tremble for a moment before his expression went stony in a horrifying way.

"You should leave now."And that was exactly what she'd done, she'd not only left, she'd bolted, her heart screaming in pain as she fled the monstrerous man who'd lied to her, hurt her, and given her everything.

Tears mingled down her milky skin as Haruhi finally came to a slow outside her apartment. She felt like her heart was being torn out and no one cared to fix it. She was alone in the rain, in the storm.

"Haruhi! Haruhi what are you doing!" Tamaki's voice was but a whisper in her ears as she stood in the pouring rain looking lost. The blonde quickly ran from where he'd been moments before, at her door. He'd come, as was his vow, to protect her from the storm but she'd not been there.

"You're freezing! Get inside right now!" He snatched her up and as soon as his hands touched her she fainted right into his arms.

"Haruhi!" His scream was drowned out by the pounding thunder and crackling lightening, the world was laughing at her pain. Her unbelievable pain.

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"Who is that girl Kyouya?" Amelia's voice purred into his ear as he stood motionless after Haruhi had fled. He felt his heart constrict at the startling image of her tears, he'd hurt her. He'd hoped to spare her this,….no he'd hope to slip away without seeing her reaction. Now that image would be burned into his mind forever.

"A class mate." He pushed his classes up gathering his entire Ootori heritage; he folded his arms behind his back and looked down his nose at the woman his father had selected for his wife. A merger of sorts between the companies. Merit based marriage. Nothing more.

"Well she seemed to behaving as something more than a class mate. Don't tell me my husband has already wavered from our agreement?" A pout planted itself playfully on her lips and Kyouya glared.

"You are late for this appointment."

"Such a business man." She teased seating herself down on a couch. Kyouya sat opposite her in a cushioned chair.

I'm sorry Haruhi….I'm sorry.

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"Haruhi? Haruhi please wake up." A voice pleaded from above. Haruhi shook her head and mumbled feverishly.

"Kyouya?" She moaned rolling from the heat searching for something cold to lay against.

"Haruhi, oh what has he done?" Tamaki looked down at the girl with so much sorrow resting in his chest he thought it would burst from him.

"Haruhi, you're safe now. I'll take care of you. I promise." Tamaki gently laid Haruhi back on her back and laid a cold washcloth over her face trying to sooth the fever she'd gotten from being out in the bad weather.

It was several hours before Haruhi became conscious and sat up to find herself inside her apartment. She felt awful, emotionally and physically. Sensing a presence she looked hopefully for Kyouya but a blonde boy met her eyes. He was sleeping soundlessly against her bed side, one hand stretched out over hers. With a blush Haruhi removed her hand from his and scooted out of the bed without waking him.

The living room was empty and quiet, the darkness of the night clung to it without mercy. Haruhi silently went to the front door and stepped outside into the starry night. Looking up she wondered over what had happened in the last twenty four hours. It was unbelievable that she'd fallen for Kyouya, and lost him so quickly within the last few days.

"Haruhi? What are you doing out here?" Turning she saw the bed head of Tamaki appear like a halo of golden light in the darkness.

"He's getting married." She whispered turning away as the words burned her throat.

"Who?" Tamaki asked coming up behind her. A warmth settled over her shoulders as Tamaki wrapped a blanket around her and held it around her waist with a hug. He could feel her trembling and it made his heart ache to know she was in so much pain.

"Kyouya." She spun around with a cry, the word, and the taste of his name driving forbidden tears from her lashes. She couldn't believe she'd been such a fool. His' getting married and I sauntered over there confessing feelings.

"Oh, Haruhi." Tamaki cradled her crying body to him and stared out across the parking lot of Haruhi's apartment complex. Kyouya what have you done?