A/N: This is the SECOND chapter uploaded today.

Haruhi still didn't get the hype about the Twins, even after they spent a good amount of time explaining it, but there was one thing she could sympathise with, she thought, as she glanced at Kyōya-senpai. That was the taboo. It was deliciously against the norm for a relationship like theirs to exist, and she looked away and thought about the Twins again until Tamaki came pounding into the room, annoyingly yelping about the Twins' edit of the Hose Club webpage. She had to admit, it was a good photoshop of her, but… it was still an extreme invasion of her privacy to do that without asking!

And then the King went into some creepy fantasy… Sigh. Tamaki was delusional like they said, to think she would ever do something like that for them. She wasn't even going to touch on whether she would do it for Kyōya-senpai; not with a ten foot pole!

She moped at their supposed King's ideas, until the girls mentioned wanting to see her "crossdressing", and she saw the dress that the creepy perverted King had found for her. At a glance towards Kyōya, she decided that if it came up, she would let herself be persuaded into dressing up, but not for their sakes, no. This was to make Kyōya-senpai happy.

As he slunk off, she demanded that the Twins stop being so obnoxious, in her own way of course, and they told her that they considered other people to be toys, which was very sad to know. Even Kyōya-senpai, who owned her and controlled her and dominated her, thought of her as a person, and not an object.

Tamaki was completely ridiculous with his fear of Nekozawa and Beelzenef, his over exaggeration of the events after stepping on the cloth puppet and how he was trying to scare everyone into staying away. Of course, Nekozawa was delusional in his own way as well, but when he looked over at Haruhi, Kyōya was pleased to find her rolling her eyes as the Twins flipped the flashlight on and Nekozawa and his doll sped out of the room.

Oh, but her response to the Twins asking to visit her place had merit.

If they didn't manage it themselves, he would find a way to make it happen.

Haruhi could tell them apart.

Their worldview was disrupted by this reveal, but not so much that Hikaru and Kaoru were going to give up their determination to visit Haruhi, especially not when Kyōya-senpai was egging them on by pushing up his glasses and smirking. So they manufactured a fight, picking at each other, prodding what could be considered wounds by others but were just amusing to each other, and waited. Within a the following week she would fix the "explosion" and they would have their way. They wondered how long she could last out before blowing up at them, and at watching Kyōya-senpai slyly glancing at Haruhi, they decided that it would probably be a day or so longer than it could have been, because he wouldn't be able to resist slightly comforting her with his domination game; Kyōya-senpai wasn't like them after all, he cared for Haruhi and wanted her to be happy, in his own way.

They didn't care if anybody else was happy so long as they were enjoying themselves.

This fight was splendid, but going a bit too far. He wondered how much more of it Haruhi could take, but then again, just this morning he had cornered her and kissed her until she couldn't even stand up straight, so possibly that was making it easier to bear up under. Besides, his pet might be straightforward and blunt, but the only way those Twins would stop this absurd fight was if she invited them to her home.

As he watched her from across the room, Haruhi glanced at him and he raised an eyebrow at her, making her realise she had to deal with this on her own for now, and she nodded firmly. Ah it was a delight to see her determined to work things out to please him.

Of course, then the twins started a food fight, and Kyōya decided that, sometime soon, he would take her out to eat, so she could actually enjoy a fancy meal.

After lunch, however, facades had to be kept up, and – without saying it outright – he blamed her for the situation, and she blushed again, just the tips of her ears, at his manipulation. Now she had double the incentive to fix this.

He tuned Honey out and focused on his work. He knew this already.

Day three of the fight dawned gloomy, and Haruhi so was not up for dealing with this crap. She avoided the dining hall and finished her lunch rapidly, only to have a classmate tell her that Kyōya-senpai wanted her. She obediently left the classroom and followed him to a deserted area, where she got pushed against a wall and had large hands slide into her hair, pulling it lightly. She murmured, "I'll fix this, I promise. Haruhi is a good girl." He wanted her to get this over with for some reason - maybe because she was the only one who could? - and so she would do it, gladly. She just.. Was already sick of dealing with them! A mouth latched onto the junction of her neck and shoulder and she whimpered as a light mark was left on her skin, where nobody could see it. Oh damn, that was just.. Mnh!

Then Kyōya-senpai kissed up her throat, licked and breathed along the shell of her ear, and kissed his way across her jaw before claiming her mouth in an intense kiss, before pulling away and kissing her forehead, leaving her to regain her composure as she shuddered with need.

Kyōya-senpai had distracted her perfectly from her irritation.

Haruhi didn't give a damn that the doll probably wouldn't actually do anything; that was one step too far! Yes they were irritating everyone around them, and yes they were being toddlers and brats, spoiled rotten little jerks. But doing something with the intent to harm a family member was something Haruhi would absolutely not tolerate!

Oh shit. Those smiles as Haruhi obediently stepped in and ordered them to make up, were trouble. Crap crap crap! She looked at Kyōya-senpai, who just raised an eyebrow at her, and felt her knees weaken to realise that he had been one hundred percent behind this deception too. He wanted.. Kyōya-senpai wanted to see her home, which, agh yes it was a big step but they were rich, and compared to the mansions her club mates likely lived in, her home was sparse!

As they completely revealed their purpose, she dropped the doll, and let her distraught emotions show. This was a disaster!

Haruhi was an interloper, and they couldn't do anything about it, because she was Kyōya-senpai's. Ah, well… This could still be interesting, Kaoru thought, as he slid his gaze to Hikaru, who met his eye and slid his gaze forward again.

Interesting, indeed.