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Haruhi… what did she mean? Kyoya sat in the host club music room, watching Haruhi. He hadn't understood fully what she meant but she had been scared. He had asked her to tell him more but Haruhi refused, and frankly it pissed Kyoya off. Why? We could help her! She thinks we wouldn't be able to help her, that we wouldn't be able to handle whatever was happening in her life. But Kyoya knew he shouldn't be mad at Haruhi.

But gradually, he could see Haruhi coming back. Not a lot, but she was talking and participating in the club activities, which was a start. Kyoya smiled at how foolish he was being, because when he looks at her and realizes he helped her, it makes him smile – and that has no monetary gain for Kyoya. So … why did I help her?

But Kyoya knows the answer deep down, yet it's hard for him to admit it. He knows that Haruhi has touched a place in him most people only reach for, never succeeding. Haruhi has become special to him.

"Kyoya I am finished with all of my guest. I will be going now." Haruhi stands in front of him, smiling, just slightly, but Kyoya could see it. "Okay Haruhi. Do you need one of the guys to escort you out?" Kyoya stands and smiles at Haruhi, hoping that maybe, she will accept his offer.

"No. I think, today, I will be okay but thank you." Haruhi turns and leaves.

Haruhi, you're as independent as ever and I'm as stupid as ever. Kyoya grabs his bag a few minutes later, giving Haruhi a head start so he can trail behind her, leaving the five other host club members confused from what they had just witnessed.

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The boys sat there, in their usual meeting room. They were friends; all part of a what they called a soccer club but really it was just a bunch of spoiled boys that have known each other since they were kids. All of their fathers led some sort of behind the scenes job, like selling black market items that made them the money they have now.

"Yeah, she was great." The boy, Hitoshi Itsuo, smirked as he sat with his friends. They were eager to hear how she – Haruhi - had been for him. "Her screams and the way she squirmed under me drove me insane. I'll have my dad's agent wire you the money. Thanks for the little tip though, I would have never have guessed she was a girl."

"Thank the private investigator that works for my dad instead." Hitoshi friend smiled.

"So," Hitoshi asks, "who gets her next?"

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Haruhi known it for a while; Kyoya's been following her. But she guessed this was okay. At least she would be okay. She left the grocery store with the food she bought for her dinner.

Oh! But Kyoya been following me so he hasn't had anything either. Maybe I should make him dinner and stop pretending like he's not there.

"Kyoya," Haruhi looks at him. He smiles, a little surprised but it wasn't unlike her to know things others didn't; "would you like to eat dinner?"

"Sure Haruhi. But I have a suggestion, okay?" Kyoya took Haruhi's hand and led her out of the supermarket, and into the limo.