So continuing this story after a couple of years, as I felt bad for just… leaving it here. During my college exam period is as good a time as any to procrastinate, I suppose, I just hope that this story still sparks up some interest.

I read back over the previous chapters and found awful grammar and random parts where the POV just changes. This is because I was using a divider in word that isn't available on … so sorry about that… but I hope I went back and fixed most of my grammar (ect) today. Oh, and if any of you love Naruto, I'd like to do a little bit of shameless self-promotion and say that I've continued with a fic my other account – Emmiie04, so if you feel the urge, please feel free.

Please enjoy!

Day 20

Haruhi groaned and rolled over. It was time to go back to Ouran already?

Not that she minded education. She loved it. It was just the mornings she had the faintest of a problem with, and this feeling wasn't at all helped by the boisterous members of the host club who liked to keep her up at night, given half the chance. She had learnt long ago to keep her phone on silent – or off – past 10pm.

She got up, and dressed, and knew that her father wouldn't be awake for a few hours yet. He'd spent the night working, and had woken her up ridiculously late last night, when he loudly rattled open the front door and came to drunkenly tuck her in, obviously thinking that he was being subtle and quiet.

Haruhi had told him on numerous occasions that she was a young lady now and that there was no reason to come wake her up just to 'tuck her in', and he heeded her warning. Most nights. Some nights he just couldn't resist.

Having prepared her lunch the night before, she tucked it in her bag and started to make the walk to her school, not bothering to brush her hair. She knew she'd be sprung upon and sorted out by the twins as soon as she entered the premises of Ouran.

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She was paying close attention, making notes and adding to already existing ones, when she heard a small scratching sound from behind her.

She tried her best to ignore it, but the sound continued, at such a pitch that it was giving her a headache. This was joined by a scratching noise from the side of her, and her growing headache became a constant scream in her mind.

Thump

Something bounced off her head, and she found herself growling under her breath. Hitachins, you better be prepared to face the consequences.

She whipped around and just witnessed them scraping their pencil ends against the metal of their desks one more time, before sharply sitting upright and hiding the evidence conspicuously behind their backs.

Yeah. Because this isn't obvious.

She gave them a death glare and turned back around.

The scratching commenced once more. This was going to be a long lesson.

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"Welcome, my princess!" cried Tamaki, taking the hand of the impossibly beautiful woman in front of him. Club activities had begun.

Haruhi felt a slight irritation set in as she viewed the girl. She'd never been one to particularly notice personal appearance, and definitely didn't let that interpretation affect how she thought of somebody, but this girl was gorgeous.

Much more gorgeous than her, she thought, with a furrowed brow.

Yeah, that's right. She was jealous over the girl's looks… not how she was being treated by Tamaki. Right?

She busied herself in the kitchen. She didn't have any current visitors, but she was happy of this; she was tired, and knew not to take it seriously, for club was slow in the last thirty minutes it was open. She decided to distract herself from this whole mess and that she'd clean the place up a bit before leaving.

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Haruhi pulled off her marigolds (these are cleaning gloves) and sat back on her haunches, wiping her brow and looking around at the magic that she had managed to induce on the kitchen.

Suddenly a ringtone sounded in her pocket and she reached for it, checking the caller ID, then flipping it open.

"Dad? Is something wrong"

"Haruhi?! You're safe?! "

The girl in question sweat-dropped a little before replying with humouring tones; "Why wouldn't I be safe?"

"It's 7.30, Haruhi!"

7.30?! But… Club was due to finish at 6, and obviously Ranka knew this all too well, as he waited at home, tapping his fake nails against the surfaces impatiently.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was cleaning. I guess I just zoned out. I'll be home soon."

"Cleaning?! What kind of programme does Ouran run over there!- oh, never mind! Just please get home quickly; I have work in half an hour."

She agreed to hurry, and hung up.

"You were busy…" said a voice from the doorway

"Kyouya?! What are you doing here so late?"

"I'd be asking you the same question if I didn't just overhear that phone call. Instead I'll settle for asking you why you were cleaning in the first place?"

"I just… wanted to take my mind off things for a little while, that's all. Besides, Sempai… it's rude to eavesdrop."

He smirked, his glasses glinting in the fading light from the beautiful, ornate window above the sink. "Just a coincidence, I assure you. I wouldn't have known you were still here but for your voice when you answered your phone."

She smiled at him, then, realising she was still sitting on the floor, bucket full of soapy water to her side. She got up and made small talk as she was sorting out her cleaning equipment – and returning it to the appropriate places in the kitchen.

She walked over to him, with the intention of bidding him farewell and walking through the doorframe he was leaning against. This would have been just what happened, had Kyouya not had other intentions. He caught hold of her hand as she came close, and brought her in close to him, putting his other hand around her back and holding her in a loving embrace.

Startling her at first, she gradually snaked her arms around him, and they stood there for a few minutes until Haruhi found herself.

"Oh, Sempai! I need to be home soon, so I need to get walking! I'll see you tomorrow" she exclaimed, detangling herself from him.

"That's okay. I've called our driver round. We will drive you home, and as it'll only take 5 minutes, we have some time to spend." He stated – as usual, being prepared, and slightly demanding.

She frowned slightly. "You don't have to-"

She was cut short when he tilted her chin up to look him in the eyes, taking off his glasses as he did so. She was blessed with another view of those dark, intricate orbs as he smiled down at her.

"Please Haruhi, let me do this for you."

She made a short squeaking noise which he took as consent. She was so cute and innocent at times. He knew she'd most likely never been this intimate with anyone else intentionally.

Haruhi's expression was a mixture of peaceful content, and a growing passive lust.

Kyouya brought his lips down to hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as they brushed. The sparks crackled between them and he kissed her more forcefully, enjoying her decidedly enthusiastic contribution to their embrace.

They paused for breath after a minute, slightly flushed with each other's heat. She giggled, a little drunk off the passionate atmosphere.

"Kyouya-sempai?… you're blushing…"

He growled and kissed her with even more vigour than before.

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