I'M SO SORRY GUYS I LOST IT ALL WHEN I WAS ALMOST DONE

But, thanks for being patient with me… still bad at this. XD Also, I'm lazy. SO SORRY

Tamaki froze in shock. "WHAT?" he screeched. Kyoya looked sullen, and he turned back to his desk. The blonde next to him took a shaky breath.

"Hiya Tama-chan! Good morning, Kyo-ch-" Honey stopped suddenly as he saw the look on Kyoya's dark face. The small boy's face went from its always cheerful smile to a concerned and confused pout.

Red-faced, Tamaki wheeled around and hoarsely whispered, "What did you do Honey-senpai? I told you to just stop her, to just scare her! And now she's dead? What the hell did you do?"

Honey just looked at Tamaki in fear. The larger blonde towered over him, his face contorted with rage and shock. "I-I, what? Uh, I-" Honey stuttered, too frightened to even form a sentence. "Haru-chan's dead?" he said finally, after regaining his ability to speak. Tamaki scowled, too embarrassed to answer.

They stood there for a few moments, no one daring to move. It was not until Kyoya suddenly stood up that they remembered what they were standing there for.

"Kyoya," Tamaki said softly.

"Shut up, you moron. I don't want to hear you speak," he said angrily. Pushing his glasses up, he said, "Haruhi's fine. I only told you that to find out the truth: that you told Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai to intimidate her." He sighed. "I guess I just said she's fine, and that was a lie. She sprained her ankle, and she can't walk, but other than that she's fine."

He left the room, slamming the door behind him, causing the rest of the students in the room to look at Tamaki, who hesitated in a moment of embarrassment, then ran after Kyoya down the hallway.

"Kyoya!" he yelled, catching up to him. :Kyoya, I'm so-"

"No." Kyoya said it so harshly, Tamaki stopped mid sentence. "No, Tamaki. You knew what you were doing, and you obviously don't want me to be with her. Are you going to make me choose?"

Tamaki was too afraid to say anything in response.

"That's what I thought. You know what? I'm done. I never was a real host, and you don't need me in your obnoxious club. You're being ridiculous. You're just wasting my time."

He began to tread away, but Tamaki reached out for him wordlessly. Kyoya slapped his hand away forcefully. "Stop! Don't you understand, you imbecile? I don't want anything to do with you anymore, so just leave me alone." And with that, he took off down the hallway, leaving Tamaki alone in the quiet corridor.

"I never thought I would see that side, Kyoya," Tamaki said heatedly.

Haruhi sat at home, alone, as always. Plopped down on the floor with some of her new law books and half a strawberry and cream cheese cake, she was set for the day. She had blankets and pillows, one for her ankle to be elevated on, and one for her to sleep on if she grew tired.

She sighed. What a way to spend a Monday. Haruhi always felt alone, but recently, she finally felt as though she had a place. Yesterday, she feared that may have been torn down. That was, until, Kyoya had found her and carried her home like a gentleman. He apologized profusely, but he didn't understand it any more than she did. She was too afraid to talk to him about it, in case the rest of the host club found out and hurt him for it.

She felt like she made a mistake. She felt like it was her fault. Kyoya assured her it wasn't, but somehow, she knew she'd brought this upon herself. If she had kept to herself, maybe, no one would be hurt.

Although, that was a lie. A lie, and she knew it. She would be hurt. Without Kyoya, she felt like she was missing something, maybe a purpose for looking forward to each day. Before she met him, she looked forward to school, and she would study hard to get what she wanted. Now, that part didn't change, but she felt more complete. All work and no play is alright if you didn't know what it felt like to play to begin with.

Lost in her thoughts, she dozed off. She dreamt, but forgot what she saw as she was awoken by the sound of her doorbell ringing. Hoisting herself up, she hopped on one foot to the door and slowly opened it, wondering who it could be. Surely it wasn't anyone from school, it had already started. It wouldn't be her dad, who had just left for work. She was afraid it would be the Lobelia trio standing there, waiting for her to throw the door open so they could attempt to kidnap her yet again. Peeking out, she saw it was not the Lobelia girls, but Kyoya.

"Kyoya?" she said cautiously, yawning.

He looked down. He stood in such a way, his shoulders slumped and his weight shifting from side to side; Haruhi could tell something was wrong. "Are you alright Haruhi?" he asked, looking up and meeting her eyes.

"I-I'm fine," she said, taken aback by the sudden question. "Would you like to come in?" she asked quietly.

Kyoya just smiled as she held the door open wider. He removed his shoes and stepped into the small living room in which Haruhi had set up everything she needed until her dad came home. She sat down painfully, resting her ankle on her pillow. "Why aren't you in school?" she asked him.

He simply sighed. "It's not like me, is it, skipping class?" Haruhi silently agreed. Sitting down, he told her, "I got in a fight with Tamaki." He paused. "It was all his fault."

"All his fault?"

"That you got hurt," he said with more emotion. Quietly, to himself, he added, "He is such a bastard."

Haruhi didn't know how to respond to that. "What did you say to him?" she said finally.

He didn't really want to tell her. He knew that he lashed out, and didn't know why he acted so unlike himself, but he was just so frustrated. "I, well, I just told him that he had no right to say what he said last night, about us or the host club." That was only the partial truth. He knew he had told Tamaki what he thought, and he shouted at him, saying he never wanted to see him again. He was too angry to even convey his message.

Haruhi only looked at him. "You know," she said, "I don't want to come between you and your friends, specifically Tamaki."

Kyoya didn't answer.

"Look, I know he's an idiot, but your friends should come first. You've been good friends for a long time, and no one should come between that, not even me."

"But he-"

"It shouldn't matter what he said, he needs to understand something, that you two can still be friends even if we are together. If you can't, I'll leave."

Kyoya sighed, his throat tightening. Swallowing, he said, "You know what he said. He said I wouldn't be able to be in the host club if it gets out that we are together."

Haruhi contemplated this. "That's true, he did say that. But that doesn't make sense, I mean you don't even host, do you?"

"Hardly."

"Then it shouldn't even matter what you do. Why is he upset?"

"I don't know."

They were silent for a few moments.

"Kyoya, I would really hate to do this, but I'll be honest. No one is right here, and I'm just in the way. Tamaki shouldn't have said that, because that's not true. But you are also wrong. You know some girl can't come before your best friend."

"But you're not just some girl, Haruhi."

Haruhi took his hand in hers, gripping it tightly. "As much as you don't want to hear it, but yes, I am. You've known me for less than half a year. And it's been the best six months of my life since before my mom died. But Tamaki has been around for a lot longer than I have, hasn't he?" she stated.

"Well, I met Tamaki after starting at Ouran, as he entered after I did."

"That doesn't matter, the point is you've known him longer than me."

Kyoya did not respond. He knew she was right. Still, he wasn't ready to apologize to Tamaki yet. Tamaki had done more than simply threatening to kick him out of the host club.

He kissed the top of Haruhi's head. "Thank you for being the mature one here, for me."

Haruhi snuggled up to Kyoya's chest. She smiled, but said nothing.

"Haruhi?"

"Yes?"

"Are you going to kick me out of your house now?"

Haruhi chuckled. "No."

Is that satisfying for another week? (at least... I have no idea when I'll update next.)

As I keep promising, I'll try to be quick.

Thanks so much for being patient. Unless you weren't. Then you need to work on that.