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Chapter 12

Haruhi dragged herself away from Tamaki late that night and politely asked him to leave. He stared at her as she slowly closed the door and was swallowed by the shadows. He wished she'd let him stay and comfort her.

Haruhi didn't want to risk attachment to Tamaki, not when she was in such a vulnerable stage. She wanted to scream, cry, murder. She felt so many emotions going through her head but the one thing that always came back.

Idiot.

She was an idiot for ever getting close to Kyouya, or anyone in the host club. They all had their agendas and plans, whether they wanted to involve her in knowingly or not. She slowly climbed back to her room and slipped beneath the comforters on her bed. She banished Kyouya from her mind, but he lingered in her heart. She dreamt of their date, their kisses but it ended with her screams as his fiancé took him away.

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Kyouya looked around for Haruhi the next day but she managed to stay undetectable for most of the day. He caught glimpses of her scurrying quickly amongst the host club clients and the members themselves, never lingering in one place for too long. Kyouya knew she was avoiding him, he couldn't blame her. He wished….he wished it could all have been different.

He had to explain everything to her, and let her know he was sorry. She probably wouldn't forgive him, but it was the least he could do. He never meant to lead her on like that. He'd wanted to love her, and care for you. When Tamaki had kissed her, he felt that was his scape goat. But of course nothing could have been that simple.

"Kyouya we need to talk." His eyes swiveled from a glimpse of Haruhi to Tamaki standing at his shoulder. The teen looked disheveled. Kyouya mentally prepared himself to fight about stupid things Tamaki felt like complaining about.

"What is it? I have things to attend to Tamaki." Kyouya mumbled scribbling his notebook.

"Like your wedding plans?" Kyouya's shock was evident and Tamaki looked at him in dismay. Haruhi…. Kyouya whispered in his mind searching for a heartbeat for the girl, he swore she'd stopped to look at him before speeding off. But he couldn't be sure.

"What have you done to Haruhi?" Tamaki whispered his sorrow clearly written into his blue eyes. Kyouya looked away a grimace lining his face.

"I was a fool. Nothing more. A fool." Kyouya turned to walk away but Tamaki grasped his shoulder and spun him around.

"If you were engaged why did you ever approach her? She's hurting Kyouya, more than I've ever seen before. I can't help her. She won't let me near her." Tamaki looked up catching the smallest glimpse of coco hair before it disappeared again within the room. Kyouya studied his friend, noticing small twitches, drains of color, faster breathing. With a sad smile Kyouya realized in full that Tamaki really did love Haruhi.

"I did not know." Kyouya mumbled lowering his eyes from his best friend, not only had he caused Haruhi sorrow, he'd taken her from the grasps of Tamaki without even knowing. He wondered absently what would have become of them if he hadn't interfered that night. "I didn't know I was engaged, I took a risk to gain something I wanted, and I lost everything. I didn't know." Tamaki sensed his friend trembling and released him, knowing Kyouya wouldn't want Tamaki to see any weakness. Kyouya pulled a few steps back from Tamaki and pushed up his glasses. The light hid the weakness and emotions of a hurting teen age boy.

"You are a human being, not an item to be sold. Stand up for yourself and what you love." Tamaki turned from his friend and walked away without another glance. Kyouya stared after him, then looked absently again for Haruhi.

What I love?

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Haruhi wanted to deny it was his voice calling to her. She'd tried to evade him, but she felt the tickle of his gaze on her back many times that day. She'd even made the mistake to return the glance and been caught. Tamaki had been talking to Kyouya, she'd seen some expressions from a distance as she skirted around everyone, and they didn't look to be enjoying their conversation. Haruhi hoped Tamaki wasn't spilling his guts about what she'd been like the other night. Her face heated in anger and embarrassment at Kyouya knowing how weak he'd made her. She could no longer ignore his calls when his hand grasped her arm almost painfully and spun her around to face him. She'd been running she realized.

"Haruhi, didn't you hear me?" Kyouya asked furiously his breath coming in pants as he had to run to catch the fleeing girl. Haruhi retched her arm away from the boy and stepped back angrily.

"Yes I heard you Senpai." Her words were filled with venom, a defensive action Kyouay noticed.

"We have to talk." His voice was stern, going lifeless in a moment as he quickly recovered his breath. Haruhi glared at the withdrawal.

"Oh, now you want to talk?" She rolled her eyes and bit back the sting of tears. "You're ridiculous." Her anger had faded and it was filled with hurt now. She figured she had to let him talk his way from this, and then they could go their separate ways and never have to worry about the past again. She'd let him go and walk away hiding her scars.

"Haruhi…I didn't know about Amelia." Haruhi flinched at the name to the creature that had taken Kyouya away from her. She hated the woman, and envied her at the same time. It just wasn't fair. She'd believed something was coming from their relationship that was started.

"Well I don't get involved with married men." Turning away without a glance Haruhi started to walk away from Kyouya. Kyouya followed not letting her away so quickly. He felt desperate suddenly, he had to keep her, in some way. His mind was furiously working out things to say, but she left him speechless and dumb. What power did she have over him?

"Haruhi, I…."

"Kyouya, darling, there you are." Haruhi's heart froze as a familiar voice snapped Kyouya's words in half. Kyouya turned to see the limo sitting patiently behind them, Amelia resting her head on her long arms on the window. Her eyes sparkled at him.

"Amelia, what are you doing here?" His voice was like a heated iron, but Amelia was unaffected by the scolding heat.

"We have a dinner date, I was asked to escort you home. And how could I pass up such an opportunity to see you in uniform." Her eyes scaled Kyouya up and down as she stepped from the limo that had pulled up behind them.

"Haruhi!" Kyouya called, but the girl ran from the scene her face in shadows. Kyouya felt a single tear fly from her eyes onto his outstretched hand as she ran.