A/N: Hello, my little ducklings. Have another chapter~ I'm glad people liked the first chapter! Hopefully I'll have a few more posted before I start back at college again. For now, enjoy~

The host club had been packed today. An unexpected rush in girls seeking out our undivided attentions was hard to accommodate when you haven't prepared yourself for it. Even the twins looked tired for once, as if someone had removed the super-strength batteries that usually had them bouncing around and causing havoc like unruly children. Tamaki was sprawled out on an armchair, head lolled back and mouth wide open as he snored. Honey had compensated with extra helpings of cake and double strength coffee to keep him at his bubbly best and I had watched the ever vigilant Mori eyeing his cousin's cup with a faint sense of longing.

In fact the only person that didn't look completely exhausted was Kyoya. My eyes narrowed as I took in his pristine appearance and comparing it to my own dishevelled attire and the dark circles now encompassing my eyes. It wasn't until I felt a buzzing in my pocket that my eyes broke away.

Kyoya Ootori (18:22) – Is there something on my face or did you just feel the need to glare at me?

My cheeks blazed as I snapped the phone shut and took up glaring more intensely at the bespectacled boy, this time with more loathing. I hadn't even noticed him taking out his phone; maybe he's invented something where he could send text messages with his mind. I wouldn't put it past him.

Kyoya Ootori (18:24) – Yes, I thought you just had a staring problem. The twins are trying to talk to you.

I snapped to attention as my eyes ran over the last line of text. As the message foretold, I had a weary looking redhead on either side of me, obviously trying to get a better look at my phone.

"I think Haruhi's too caught up in her phone to talk to us, Hikaru." Kaoru sighed, his shoulders drooping as I flipped it shut before they could read who the message was from.

"Don't be silly, Kaoru! If we want her attention, then we just have to steal it. Problem solved," Hikaru reassured his brother as he snaked an arm around both mine and Kaoru's shoulders and reached out towards my hand.

Before either of them had the time to snatch the device out of my hands, I shoved it down into my pockets and swung around to face Hikaru.

"Stealing people's phone won't get you attention. All you had to do was tap me on the shoulder if you needed to talk to me so badly." My arms crossed loosely over my chest as I awaited his childish retort of the day. Instead I felt Kaoru's head rest upon my shoulder, his light chuckling sending vibrations across my neck and ear that make me shiver.

"We were only wondering if you wanted to join us tonight for some studying. Since we're all tired, we can just fuel ourselves with food and coffee back at our place." I observed Hikaru's mischievous grin and predicted that Kaoru had one to match.

"It sounds like you're trying to bribe me into visiting your house again." My fingers began to tap against arm in impatience. I almost didn't notice the faint buzzing coming from my pocket that signalled a new message. My eyes sought out Kyoya who was smirking from his position on the couch.

"Bribery? Never…" Hikaru muttered, sarcasm lacing the words.

I brushed Kaoru off my shoulder, which resulted in a near inaudible groan. Turning to face both of them, I couldn't help glance over each of the other hosts as they lazed about the music room; my eyes lingering on one in particular with extra distaste. "No way. Last time I came to your house, I was used as a dress up doll. I'd be better off studying at home."

"Aw, c'mon, Haruhi!" They both took in sync steps towards me.

"Don't be a spoilt sport," Kaoru pouted.

"No way." My face was deadpan. I hoped that if I didn't give them enough of a reaction now that they would get bored and search out a new target.

"What if we say please?" Hikaru attempted puppy dog eyes but they didn't have the same intensity that usually shone in Tamaki's sad eyes when he pulled that stunt.

"No way in hell."

Kaoru sighed, shuffled backwards and buried his hands in his pockets. "Forget it, Hikaru. I'm too tired for this today. We should just go to bed."

"Yeah, being cuddled up to you beats studying any day of the week." Hikaru was on it in a second, pulling his brother into his arms, the identical faces staring longingly into each other's eyes.

"The girls have all gone now, you can quit the act." I turned on my heel and began to escape the black hole that was the twin's forbidden yaoi act. Unlike most girls, I couldn't stand to watch them caress each other like that, especially when the act didn't have their usual audience.

My phone buzzed again. Whipping it out my pocket, I dropped down onto the couch opposite Tamaki and opened the newest messages.

Kyoya Ootori (18:29) – Your distress does provide some form of entertainment for me at least. Good luck.

Kyoya Ootori (18:35) – Stop looking at me as though this is all my fault. I don't control minds, believe it or not.

Haruhi Fujioka (18:37)– I'm glad my misfortune is funny to you. I wouldn't be giving you a deathglare if you weren't sniggering at me instead of helping me, ass.

Kyoya Ootori (18:38)– Believe me, it is. I'm an ass now? I dare you to say that to my face.

Without even realising what I was doing, I was up on my feet, striding towards Kyoya who was typing some random formula into a seemingly intricate spread-sheet. His eyes flickered up to meet mine with a small trace of surprise shining in their steely depths.

"Can I help you with something, Haruhi?" He raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow up at me in challenge.

"Yeah, sempai. You're an ass."

For a moment the only noise in the room was Tamaki's snoring echoing off the regal walls of the music room and all eyes were on us. Kyoya looked slightly surprised then amusement flooded his features and a smirk pulled at his lips.

"It seems I underestimated you," his voice was quiet, so only I could hear the humour in his words. He was chuckling now, glasses flashing in the copyrighted Kyoya style.

"Guess you don't know everything really, huh, sempai?" I didn't wait for a reply and went to search out my beyond heavy school bag. Slipping it over my shoulder, I waved my goodbyes to the hosts and sauntered out the doors of the music room and into the comforting silence of the corridor.

I took my time as I traversed the many corridors of Ouran, making my way towards the exit. Normally I would be rushing about, nose always buried too deep within a book to truly appreciate the beauty of the building I spent so many hours in. Without the noise of the other students it was easier to stand back and admire my surroundings. A buzzing in my pocket caught my attention. I fumbled with the device and read the new message.

Kyoya Ootori (18:55) – Thanks to that I now have the twins begging me not to kill you. I won't, but I might increase your debt by 5% just for this nuisance.

Haruhi Fujioka (18:57) – Can't you just kill the twins instead?

Kyoya Ootori (19:00) – That might be the best plan I've heard all day.

Giggling, I pushed open the large ornate door that led me out by the oversized fountain at the front of the academy. I thought back to my first days in the host club, when I had to wade through those waters to gather up all my soaked belongings. In the past few months so much had changed; I was finally accepted, and even liked, by the majority of the elite population that I would be spending the next couple of years with. I may still be a commoner to them, but that wasn't seen as such a bad thing anymore.

As I walked out onto the road that would eventually lead me home, I glimpsed back at the school and let out a tired sigh. My bed was calling out to me after the day's hard work and for once I would be happy to give into laziness.