I was cleaning up my laptop when I found this lying around in my scraps. Read it over again and thought, "hey, I don't write so bad after all!" Felt like it merited posting since I haven't posted anything in a long, long while.

First completed: June 19, 2011

Word Count: 333

Contrary to popular belief, even Haruhi felt insecure at times. Whenever these short but noticeable moods cropped up, she liked riding them out alone, hiding beneath one of the academy's many large and leafy trees.

On one such day, Kyouya found her lounging under the shade of a particularly isolated, wizened tree. She was intensely focused on plucking the petals of a dandelion she was holding in one hand, murmuring under her breath while she did so.

"He loves me," pluck "He loves me not," pluck

And she continued to do so, without taking notice of him, until she had completely pulled off all the petals of the flower. It seems she had arrived at an unsatisfactory conclusion, for she promptly discarded the stem with a frown, and picked another flower from the clump on the ground.

Kyouya looked on with curious eyes and noticed the growing pile of stems haphazardly scattered around her. He couldn't help the soft snort that accompanied the unconscious raising of one eyebrow.

Before she decided to completely prune all the flowers in the vicinity, he decided he needed to do something.

"He loves me," pluck "He loves me not," pluck "He loves me," pluck

Only one petal left.

"He loves me not," Haruhi growls with an irritated tone, about to rip the last offending petal when-

"Don't worry, I love you."

She looks up, startled, a rosy blush dusting her cheeks, at Kyouya who is standing over her, looking down with an all-knowing smirk. He extends a hand, and she reaches out to grasp it, but before he pulls her up, he says reproachingly, "You didn't have to torture the poor flowers just to know how I feel about you. You were *ahem* barking up the wrong tree."

At this she narrows her eyes at him and stands up herself, but before she can storm away, he pulls her back into a warm embrace.

"Besides, Dandelions always have an even number of petals. Didn't you know that?"

A/N: HAHAHAHAHA. Lame lame cheesy lame. Tell me what you think. :)