He was a beautiful man and Haruhi wondered why he was here with her. Why her? She was not as beautiful as other women, not as rich or as blue blooded. She was a commoner. Plain. Blunt and bland and certainly not his type. Yet, here he was. Ootori Kyouya, holding her tight in the early hours of the morning. Their skin was bare, touching from head to toe. Her head was tucked neatly underneath his chin as his arms held her close to him, chest to back and legs intertwined warmly.

"Why me?" Haruhi whispers out of curiosity. She had just woken up at some ungodly hour of the night and that single question plagued her. She tried to go back to sleep, but she just had to know.

"Hm?" was his gruff response. Knowing he wouldn't fully wake up to a few simple words, Haruhi turns herself around so they were to face to face. Her hair had grown quite considerably, now touching her collarbones. When the strands fell into her face, Kyouya pushed them back behind her ear to see her eyes. They were bright, staring at him intently and full of purpose. She was so much different than him in the morning. While she was perky and awake, Kyouya could barely make comprehensible sentences.

"Why me?" She repeats.

"Because you're Haruhi. Why else?"

"I need more than that."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Just tell me." Kyouya sighs and grasps her waist again. He pulls her close and they share a small brief fluttering kiss. It never ceased to make Haruhi's heart beat like a drum or tighten the knots in Kyouya's stomach.

"You like me. That's why." Haruhi scoffs.

"Plenty of girls like you, idiot..."

"They like my money. My reputation. My linage, my looks, my house, my land. You? You like me."

Haruhi smiles, just slightly and she nods, satisfied with his answer. With a pleasant hum she snuggles up to him, wrapping a delicate arm around his waist. There was a soft kiss on her head and a few moments pass by before his voice interrupts the silence.

"Why do you like me, Haruhi?"

"Shut up and go back to sleep."