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While the rest were out Sick

Chapter 1

Haruhi starred blankly out the window of the 3rd music room. It was a beautiful spring day and a good number of the host club was out sick with the flu, the sad thing was she couldn't bring herself to care. She sighed and then looked back at her textbook and tried to read again. For some reason she was still distracted even though she was in a quiet room. But then again she could have just been distracted because of the room being the lair of the host club. Haruhi sighed and then gently closed the book and then got up and walked over to the window to look out. The wind rustled the leaves in the tree and as she was drawn into the view before her she didn't hear the door to the club room open.

Today had been absolute hell for Kyoya but the shadow king would never show it. The club profits were down and they couldn't make it back up because most of the hosts were gone. Plus he had only gotten four hours of sleep the night before due to a task his father had assigned him. So in short the shadow king was ready to kill the next person that even dared to look at him the wrong way. He stormed up to the club room after he was certain none of the club's customers were around to see. He opened the club room door and slammed it behind him. He was guaranteed to be alone. Club activities were canceled for today so Haruhi would definitely be in the library like she always was when she didn't have to bee hosting. Kyoya pulled his laptop out of his school bag and put it at his normal work spot. Then he picked up his substantially lighter bag and chucked it across the room where it made a satisfying thunk. Kyoya grinned evilly and then sat at his computer. He chuckled sadistically and then opened his laptop. Then he heard her.

"Kyoya-sempai, are you alright?" she asked. Kyoya's eyes snapped up and he saw her over by one of the windows. His jaw dropped slightly as he just starred at her.

Haruhi stood by the window and stared back at him. She had witnessed everything from Kyoya's little burst of temper to his laugh. He promptly righted himself and looked at her coolly.

"Ah...Haruhi, I wasn't aware that anyone else was in here." he said evenly. Obviously she thought repressing the smile that wanted to rise to her lips. Knowing him he'd think she was laughing at him and then add more money onto her already staggering debt. Kyoya however frowned when she didn't respond or quit looking at him. "Pardon me Haruhi but did you need something?" he asked barely containing the agitation in his voice. She was jerked out of her musings and she frowned.

"No, nothing at all sempai," she said coldly and she headed into the kitchen.

"Haruhi, get me a cup of coffee," he ordered.

"What?" she asked incredulously.

"I'll erase some of your debt," he said not looking away from his computer screen.

"Damn rich bastard," she muttered under her breath and then she went and started to make coffee.

Haruhi leaned against the counter waiting for the water to heat up scowling at a dying plant on the table across from her. The kettle whistled shortly after and she pulled out two cups. If the bastard was bold enough to demand coffee from her on their day off he had better be ready to accept her presence. Maybe with him in the room she would be able to study and not be so distracted.

"Haruhi are you done yet?" he called from the other room. She gritted her teeth.

"Coming sempai," she called back. There had to be a way to get back at the rich bastard but what? Haruhi measured out the coffee and then stirred. She looked at the plant blankly and then an idea struck her and she grinned. Haruhi walked over to the potted plant and took it over to the coffee. Yes, this would be perfect for her plan.

Kyoya barely acknowledged Haruhi as she walked back into the room and placed a steaming cup by his left hand. He sat and stared at the spread sheet before him looking for any possible mistakes he could have made the night before. Not that there were going to be any. He was an Ohtori and Ohtori's didn't make mistakes of any kind...ever. Kyoya picked up the cup and took a long draft. He needed this. The taste of the coffee reached his tongue and he barely stopped himself from spitting it everywhere. What the Hell he thought This coffee tastes like dirt. He looked up at Haruhi who was absently stirring her own coffee with a teaspoon as she read a book. But something wasn't right. Haruhi looked entirely too pleased with herself. The he realized why and he was pissed. That damn commoner he thought fine if she wants to play games lets see how she holds up against me. Kyoya's face darkened in a sinister smile.

Haruhi had a hard time keeping the smirk off her face as she watched him almost gag as he took a drink. She looked at her book as soon as he looked up at her pretending to read. She took her spoon out of the coffee and then set it down absently as she actually started to concentrate on her reading. Haruhi felt for her cup and then picked it up. She took a sip and her eyes widened. That sneaky rat has switched their god damn cups. She forced herself to swallow and she looked up at Kyoya. He looked up at her to and stared at her.

"What?" he asked. Haruhi wanted badly to throw the cup of coffee in his face but she refrained knowing that she would be stuck with costs of what ever damage she caused.

"Oh nothing, it's just that it's almost four, doesn't Sempai's driver come around this time?" Haruhi asked innocently as she switched the cups as his attention was diverted to the clock behind him.

"So it is, well Haruhi see you tomorrow," he said, "And don't be late." Haruhi went back to her book as Kyoya packed up his stuff. She looked up as he stood and as he picked up the coffee cup. She watched him strode towards the kitchen and as he dumped the cup of coffee into a nearby potted plant. Oh well it was fun while it lasted Haruhi thought as she picked her cup back up and pulled the liquid into her mouth slowly savoring her victory. Oh how wrong she was. Her eyes widened and she spit the coffee back into the cup. That damn sneaky rich bastard she fumed.

Kyoya walked out of the kitchen with a sly smile on his face. He walked up behind her and then leaned down near her ear and blew on it softly. Haruhi repressed the shiver that surfaced.

"Don't play with fire unless you expect to be burned Haruhi," Kyoya whispered. He moved away as Haruhi shot to her feet. She whipped around and then glared fiercely at Kyoya. He just smiled. He was about to turn and walk away when Haruhi grabbed his arm and turned him back. He was a bit surprised and didn't expect her to do what she did.

Haruhi was desperate. She had to win against this bastard some way and her anger filled brain was racing to come up with answers. So in desperation she grabbed his tie and pulled his face level with hers and did the only thing she could think of. She kissed him.

Kyoya's eyes widened and he was stock still until she tugged at his tie and he responded. Kyoya raised his face a little so she was in a submissive position having to cling to him to continue the kiss. He took matters into his own hands and tried to deepen the kiss. Kyoya didn't understand why he was doing this. She was an insignificant nobody and here he was giving into her feminine charms. She was trying to shake him and she was doing a damn good job of it to. Who knew that Haruhi could be such a little vixen. Kyoya bit her bottom lip and she gasped. He took the opportunity and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She stilled and he kissed her more passionately and she was forced to respond. Kyoya pulled away as the need for air took priority over the kiss. Haruhi stepped away and let go of his tie. It was wrinkled now and Kyoya's usually impeccable appearance was rumpled. That gave her a small pleasure but not much. She still hadn't won against him and now she was confused and shaky. The kiss had thrown her and she definitely wasn't ready to try and beat him again. So the best thing to do she decided was to act like it hadn't affected he and just go home to sort things out. So Haruhi nonchalantly straitened her jacket and then gathered her things into her bag.

Kyoya stood watching her act like the kiss they shared hadn't affected her. It pissed him off that she was still looking for a small victory and hell if he had been rattled by that stupid kiss than so should she. She picked up her bag and went to leave when he spoke.

"Haruhi," he said, "I won." She stiffened and then whirled around and threw the cup of now cold coffee in his face. Kyoya sputtered and took off his glasses.

"Bastard," she said angrily. He could tell from her voice that she was close to tears but she be damned before she ever cried in front of him. Haruhi almost ran to the door and as she pulled it open he spoke again.

"This is getting added to your debt." he said. Kyoya thought he heard her sob before she slammed the door. Kyoya mopped his face with the dry part of his shirt and then grimaced as his cell phone rang.

"Hello, Kyoya here," he said answering it.

"Hi Kyoya, I have terrible dreadful news," his friend Tamaki said woefully into the phone. Kyoya suppressed a sigh and then pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What is it Tamaki?" he asked.

"I won't be able to make it to school tomorrow and neither with any of the others." Tamaki cried. "My poor daughter, she must be distraught with worry. I must call her..." Kyoya sat down in the spot that Haruhi had vacated and tuned Tamaki out. So tomorrow it would just be him and her again. Things were about to get so much more fun.