A/N: For the first time ever, I'm actually going to write ahead and not post the chapter straight away! Dun Dun Dun. Otherwise you'd all have about four chapter submitted in one day and that's just beyond spoiling you all! Thank you to everyone who's still reading, the new followers, reviewers and favouriters; I love you all~

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The week was slow and dotted with the last of our final exams of the year. Thankfully Kyoya offered to help me study and each night we would snuggle up with a different textbook and work through the variety of exercises. They were the most relaxing study sessions I'd ever had and made the week much more bearable. The seven of us were all for another trip to Karuizawa. Mori drew the short straw, a commoner's activity Tamaki suggested we should try out, and it was settled that we would stay at his summer home for the weekend.

Friday came along and the hosting hours were filled with excitement. The twins bounced around and told stories to the ladies of past holidays we'd all shared, infecting the girls with the same giddy energy that had us all working with triple effort to keep them contented.

Getting the girls to leave was difficult; they lingered to soak up the last of the compliments we could dish out before the week ended and they were deprived of attention for the weekend. Two limousines were waiting outside, Kyoya's and Mori's I assumed by the staff, at the end of the day with our bags already safely stored inside.

Tachibana, Kyoya's bodyguard and chauffeur, bowed to me before opening the door and assisting me to clamber in. Kyoya and the twins followed shortly after, following a brief argument between Hikaru, Kaoru and Tamaki as to who would sit where. I took the space closest to the barrier separating us from the driver and leant down against Kyoya, resting my head in his lap. The twins snickered as his fingers reflexively started to thread themselves through their hair.

Thankfully I dozed for most of the journey and I woke up without any kind of permanent marker doodles on my face. Kaoru was napping using Hikaru's shoulder as a pillow and I caught random words each time I woke up. My dreams consisted of Honey dressed as a giant Usa-chan and Tamaki as a perverted old man, both of them rather amusing.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" Identical voices sang as I was shook awake. I glared blearily up at the four amused amber eyes.

"Please tell me we're there already, otherwise I might have to kill you guys," I grumbled. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, we all stretched and edged our way out the vehicle into the cold night air.

The building was quaint despite being huge. The staff came out to retrieve our luggage and ushered us into the house quiet efficiency, nothing less than I'd expect from the Morinozuka family.

An exceptionally tall woman bowed to me and helped me take off my jacket. She led me up a grand staircase to the first door and dropped a key into my hand, "This shall be your room for the duration of the stay. There is an on suite attached and the door on the left connects you to the next bedroom. Please enjoy your stay, Miss."

And with that she was gone again. The other hosts followed their own member of staff up the stairs to their rooms. Tamaki had the room connected to mine and Kyoya's room was opposite. It looked as though my room belonged to someone else when they stayed; the name "Yasuchika" and "Mitsukuni's an alien" (with the addition of a scratchy drawing of a UFO) carved into the desk confirmed that to me as Honey's younger brother's room. I browsed the small collection of karate trophies stashed on the shelves then set about changing out of my school uniform.

The door that connected me to the next room inched open suddenly, revealing Tamaki who was already in casual wear, "Haruhi, are you ready for dinner yet? I was thinking-"

The blonde boy froze, taking in my half-dressed body with wide eyes that slowly moved down my form. The words that I had meant to say were lodged in my throat for a minute, hoping he'd just back out and slam the door shut, but when he didn't I snatched the closest article of clothing to cover myself.

"Get out, sempai!" He suddenly moved, jolted out of the stupor and dashed back into his own room. That was awkward. I resumed dressing, a frilly white skirt and a pale pink shirt courtesy of my Dad's repacking, and then cautiously opened the door to check on Tamaki. His face was still stained red and wouldn't meet my eye.

"Sorry, Tamaki-sempai. You should have knocked," I said hesitantly, rubbing at the back of my head anxiously.

He gazed up and his expression softened, "That outfit is really cute on you."

"You think?" I looked down at the garments but I couldn't say they were anything special. "My Dad repacked my suitcase again, I should have expected it."

"Well you look stunning," he stood and walked over to me in the doorway. His eyes searched my face then tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Shall we go meet the other's for dinner?"

"Sure," I smiled, thinking of all the delightful dishes that could be served, it was making my mouth water uncontrollably and my stomach grumble.

The rest of the hosts were already sat at the long dining table with bowls of vegetable soup and a selection of breads. One of the butlers pulled out a seat for me, opposite Hikaru and in between Honey and Mori, before serving me an identical bowl. It was exquisite and disappeared in moments.

Kyoya leant over to me as we waited for the next course to be served up and whispered in my ear, "We need to talk, come to my room after dinner?"

Instantly a worried knot formed in my gut. A little bit of context to that statement wouldn't have gone a miss, but I nodded regardless. He searched out my hand and gave it a brief squeeze before lingering for a few seconds.

The next courses went by slowly. There was roasted venison followed by a choice of ice-creams, and cakes for Honey, but I found it hard to eat it all. My hunger from before had dissipated. Cheerful chatter filled the room but most of it went unheard by me. Honey babbled on about a lovely bakery that he hadn't gotten to visit the last time we came and Tamaki kept asking if I would teach him some 'commoner's meals' as a vacation activity. I just nodded my head and shoved another spoonful of strawberry ice-cream into my mouth.

It was late when we headed upstairs for the night. Everyone bid their goodnights with tired eyes and yawns. The drowsiness hadn't caught up with me yet, probably a mixture of anxiety and from the nap on the journey here. I waited until everyone was in their own room before creeping over and knocking on Kyoya's door.

He promptly let me in, locking the door behind us. We sat down awkwardly on his bed as I waited for him to come out with whatever he had to say. The same thoughts kept running through my mind. Why was I so bothered about this? We had barely even become established as a couple and I was already worrying about him changing his mind? This was ridiculous.

"Haruhi…" He began, but then shut his mouth again as the words escaped him. "There's something we really need to talk about and I don't want to wait too long before I do this and for anyone to get hurt."