Alrighty then… I'm damn consistant. ;) *Love me*

Nothing to say here – I don't need to apologise for once…. So ON WITH THE STORY!

Disclaimer: I do not own - Blah. Blah. Blah. I've written that so much ):

Day 10

Not a lot had happened since day 7; Haruhi was crossing off days as they went by, and sighed discontentedly whenever she scratched out another date on the calendar. Today, however, a heartbroken Tamaki held his head in his hands, trying to hide his face, and shooting fleeting glances toward a laughing couple across the dance floor.

He had been told to attend a ballroom dance – his grandmother wanted to make a good impression toward a possible future business partner, and so, despite her hatred toward him, she had insisted that he make an appearance.

Kyouya Ohtori had Haruhi's hand in his, and was leading her to the middle of the room, where he spun her around.

Haruhi's smile grew, and she laughed beautifully. She would have never admitted it, but she had always wanted to be danced with like this; obviously she could have done it before, had she expressed any interest in any of the boys of her past, but she had never been awoken to being anything more than friends with her male companions.

Tamaki felt his face redden when he realised the worst part; she was wearing the dress Renge had picked out, but now, instead of trainers, on her feet, there was a pair of slim black heels. She was even wearing a little bit of makeup.

She… Looked… Breath-taking.

He started hyperventilating. How could she do this to him? How could she come to a party, he was at, dressed like this – It was absolute torture.

After a couple of minutes, he managed to clear his mind. He glanced at them, looking somewhat nonchalant on the surface, but with a tornado of heartbreak brushing through his thoughts.

They seemed happy, he reasoned. He was not in any position to walk up to Kyouya and attack him viciously, so why not let them have their fun… but after this was over, he decided, she would be his.

Kyouya held her close, and right then, he felt like the happiest man alive. All of the doubt and pain went from his mind, and he felt like he was walking on air. His heart was beating loudly in his chest, having her so near, and every so often, he had to look down at her, and check whether she was still there.

His eyes glanced downward… Nope… it wasn't a dream… She was really here… for now at least, she was really his.

He suspected Ranka had something to do with the dress she was wearing – she would have never picked it out for herself, and the mascara added to her eyelashes was light, but it made her beautiful features even more stunning.

Kyouya was in his own world, as he glanced around the room, eyes happy, and cheeks slightly pink from the close proximity in which he was to Haruhi. His gaze fell on a person across the room. A person with neat blond hair, and blue eyes, which were focused on him and the girl he was dancing with. A shred of guilt flooded through him, but he tore his eyes away just as Haruhi murmured.

"I am really enjoying myself, Kyouya, thank you."

"For what?" He replied, not having to fake his smile, as his guilt rushed away.

"For taking me here, for liking me this much.."

Kyouya put a finger under her chin, tilting her face up.

"It's my pleasure."

He then proceeded to pull her closer, mostly because he loved the warmth and feel of her body against his, but also so she wouldn't see the man facing them from the opposite side of the room.

He closed his eyes, and let a smile play around his lips. For now, at least, she was his, he thought again.

Later on in the night, Haruhi was forced to pull out of the trance she had been in, and look up into Kyouya's eyes. She noticed he looked behind her briefly, but didn't let herself think too much about it; boys will be boys, she thought… so what if there is a pretty woman behind me… I am NOT jealous.

Half an hour later, Haruhi stirred in his arms, the music had changed, and neither of them had even noticed. He glanced behind her, and noted that Tamaki had left. Safe.

It was 9.30, and about time that they should be leaving. He gently pulled himself away, and held her hand.

"It's a beautiful night for a walk…"

She nodded and smiled, and that's how they walked. Smiling at each other, holding hands.

When they got to Haruhi's doorstep, Kyouya called for a car to pick him up, he rang the door bell, then stood back, taking her hands in his.

"I love you." He simply said, before the door opened, Ranka thanked him for taking his daughter out, and he departed.

Hehe. Cheesy… Plus Tamaki sounds pretty… Evil genius-y… oops.

'Til next time!