WARNING! A lot of KyouyaxHaruhi in this chapter! I'm going to give each guy a chance alone with Haruhi at Tamaki's mansion before the fun starts, and yes, this is my favourite pairing, and I thought I'd do it first seen as it's easiest for me to write. And I maybe, possibly do have a minor crush on Kyouya….

Sorry this took a while *insert random fact of my life which you don't care about here*.

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So that was how, Haruhi found herself staring up at the panting Tamaki, in front of his oversized house. Perfectly in sync, Hikaru and Kaoru raced up the steps to greet and wind up their host, who was now demanding to know why they had arrived with Haruhi.

Haruhi sighed, and followed the twins up the steps. It was going to be a long night.

An hour later, they were all in Tamaki's home cinema. They had dragged three plus sofas into the middle of the room and had sat Haruhi on the middle sofa. She had a twin on both sides – Hikaru to her left and Kaoru to her right. On either side, the sofas were at an angle, so everyone could see eachother, but they could still watch a film.

To her left sat a very ruffled Tamaki - who was crying about how it was a fathers right to sit by his only daughter – and an observant Kyouya, silent and watching. To the right, Hunny had taken up the entire sofa, with piles of sweets beside him, and so Mori was sat on the floor by his feet, protective and intimidating.

Haruhi stood up, and excused herself to go to the bathroom, leaving everyone else deciding which film to watch.

The corridor outside was busy with maids cleaning the mess Kaoru had made ten minutes before, when Hikaru had tackled him. This consequently meant he crashed headfirst into a table, on which held a very expensive piece of modern art.

She asked a maid which was it was to the bathroom, and she pointed the way, giving detailed instructions which Haruhi carefully followed.

Haruhi was astonished at the sheer size of the bathroom, and let out a breathless rendition of "rich bastards".

On her way out, she closed the door and looked around. Where. Was. She?

Haruhi frantically tried to remember what the maid had said. Was it left here, or up these stairs, or maybe through this door? The more she walked, the more she found herself hopelessly lost. Where were maids when you needed them?

Cleaning up mess made by the host club, undoubtedly.

She cried out in frustration, as she began to worry if she would ever find her way out of this endless stream of corridors and stairs.

Meanwhile, the Host club had picked out a film, but there was one problem; Haruhi hadn't come back.

Tamaki and the twins were in such a heated debate over what to do, they didn't notice when Kyouya slipped out of the room.

Hunny was too busy eating cake, and so didn't realise, but Mori had seen, and had come to a silent conclusion.

Haruhi saw that it was beginning to get dark outside, and thought she may have seen storm clouds brewing.

She leaned against a wall and slid down it slowly. She would never get out. She would slowly rot here with no one-

"Haruhi."

-For company…. Wait what?

She looked up and recognised the man standing before her. On his face was a slight smirk, and she felt instantly reassured.

"Kyouya-sempai!"

She leapt on him and hugged him.

"Tamaki was worried." He said abruptly.

"Oh." She disengaged herself from around him.

He awkwardly adjusted his glasses and coughed. She could have sworn there was a blush on his cheeks, but couldn't be sure. Within five seconds he composed himself and it was gone. She realised they were just standing in the corridor together, looking at each other. He was the first to break the uncomfortable silence.

"There's going to be a thunder storm tonight, Haruhi, are you going to be okay?"

"Really? Umm.. I'll be fine, I just need to get back to everyone else.."

"I'll walk you back."

He turned and walked, expecting her to follow. She took a few quick steps and then matched his pace. There wasn't an awful lot of talking, but their arms brushed occasionally and after five minutes of walking he took her hand in his, and grew confident when she didn't question him, or protest.

Kyouya knew that they were soon to reach their destination, and just when they were around the corner from the home cinema, he stopped, still holding Haruhi's hand. She stopped with him and threw him a questioning glance.

"Are we lost?"

"No. I just wanted to tell you something."

Haruhi tried – and failed – in trying to stop a thousand thoughts running through her head. Was it something she'd done, had she somehow angered him, or cost him excess money, or made him increase her debt. Or maybe.. her cheeks grew warm.

He stood close to her, with her back pressed against the wall. Kyouya looked into her brown eyes and realised she was blushing excessively.

"You... you're a good match for me, Haruhi.."

What... what did he say?

"You and I… We're a good match. You see right through me… You're hardworking, calm, funny, intelligent… and we belong together."

He… he just..

Kyouya took off his glasses and Haruhi noticed his eyes for the first time. Normally obtrusively opaque, they were now filled with emotion, and flecks of silver which Haruhi had never noticed before. They seemed to be willing her to say something.

"I… I don't know what to say. I need time to think."

The raven haired man seemed to deflate. (Yes, Kyouya.. deflated! Oh… woops. There goes the fourth wall.)

He finally let go of her hand, and led her round the corner, and before they could enter the room, he said.

"I'll wait."

Personally, I liiiiike how this chapter turned out.. but please let me know what you think..

Hmmm.. Who here can say they've never had a minor thing for an anime character?

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'Til next chapter!