Dina's Journal

Haruhi looked up from the note and started violently at Kyouya's sudden appearance at her side. He was giving her an even look, not as if he was concerned or suspected anything, merely that he was observing her. Although he did have a glint of mirth in his eye at the way she jumped a good foot away from him when he startled her.

"Ah, uh, Kyouya-senpai, is there something you need?" She tried to remove the edge from her voice but felt she was failing a bit at this. Kyouya smiled warmly, as always he was aware of his need to keep up appearances in front of the guests.

"My, aren't we a bit excitable today, Haruhi..." He pressed his glasses up his nose and peered through them at his notes, "We'll have to do something about your debt, thanks to this episode..."

"Wh- what?!" She practically shrieked, eyes wild with surprise, "What are you talking about?!"

Kyouya calmly turned and smiled at the various guests who had begun staring at the two of them, "Ah, I'm sorry, I suppose this may be considered a private matter. Come, let's discuss it."

Haruhi followed him, dazed, as he led her out of the third music room and down the halls until he found a deserted room. He held the door for her and she entered, surprised to find it appeared to be a regular classroom. Although, how would she know, it could have been rigged with cameras by Kyouya's discreet teams. He was the type to do that sort of thing.

The dark king closed the door behind them and stood there, smirking up at her over his glasses, "So our little flower has blossomed?"

Haruhi was taken aback. Not only at his obviously over-intuitive observational skills, but the fact that he said such a poetic phrase. She thought only Tamaki spoke like that. And here he was, using euphemisms to explain his conclusion.

"You're misunderstanding, Kyouya-senpai..." She mumbled weakly, feeling a bit of her trademark stubbornness falling away, "It's not what you think."

"Oh, am I?" He took a step forward, and, instinctively, she took a step back. He didn't seem to notice, "Then why did I see Mori-senpai enter the changing room despite his knowing your gender and need for privacy?"

"It was just that, he, well-"

"Why is it that I saw Honey-senpai asleep in front of the door, as if he were trying to keep everyone away?"

"I don't know, he did that-"

"Why is it that as soon as you left I saw Honey-senpai jump to his feet and enter the room himself?"

"It's not- wait, what?"

"Why is it, Haruhi-san..." The devil king had managed to back her up against a desk. She leaned back, trying to get away from him, but he just leaned closer, "...that I can smell sex on you?"

"We didn't have sex!" Haruhi blasted back, the soft sensual tone of Kyouya's voice lost in her fury, "Mori-senpai isn't that sort of boy and its an insult for you to say that of him!"

Kyouya had been shocked at her sudden return of resolve, but her words called back the savage beast, "Ah, but you don't fight for your own honor...I wonder why that is..."

The upperclassman smiled down at her like a snake. She was terrified, and he was amused. It was horrible. It was humiliating.

It was hot.

But the next moment he had leaned away, in fact, he'd crossed the room. He stood at the door, smiling warmly again, just like he had for the girls. She stared at him, baffled at his sudden and complete change of demeanor. The wetness in her panties felt cold.

"Well, with my suspicions confirmed, I believe you now owe the club 6000 more yen." He turned to the door and reached to open it only to collapse against it when a five inch thick dictionary collided with the back of his head.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" The usually level-headed girl screamed, reaching for another book just as Kyouya put his hands up to guard his face as he turned to her.

"What the hell?" He said, bewildered, "What did I do?"

"You seduce me and then you charge me for it?! I didn't ask you to!"

"You asked /Mori-senpai/ to seduce you. That costs 6000 yen."

She gaped at him, flabbergasted, "No. No, I never...and he didn't, really, he just-"

"Service, seduce, it's all the same. You got your climax and that costs money."

Haruhi blinked, "You're...you're all whores. Manwhores!"

"Well, if that wasn't obvious from the beginning I don't know what you've been doing all this time..."

Haruhi looked downtrodden all of a sudden, "It was just a silly club. Like Tamaki said, a way for rich girls to waste their free time..."

"Yes, but you can't truly believe they don't get more...wanting, at times, hmm?"

"Doesn't that go for you boys?!" She looked up, her watery brown eyes desperate for some sort of understanding of the situation that didn't make her feel like a slut or a fool.

Kyouya softened his expression a little, though whether it was for show or for real is still a questions the cosmos can't answer, "I suppose so, Haruhi-san. I wouldn't know, myself."

"Oh..." Haruhi's eyes grew larger and she nodded, "You're gay."

"What?! NO!" Kyouya nearly threw down his clipboard at this, as he had on several occasions when Tamaki had grown drunk and 'kissy', "I just don't get interested in stupid rich girls with no ambition!"

There was an uncomfortable silence between them for a moment as both realized what was just said. Kyouya tried to look calm as he reached down to collect his clipboard and scattered papers, but his hands were shaking so violently that he couldn't quite grasp them. Giving up, he tried to stand up so that at least his raging hard-on wouldn't strain so much against the tight crotch of his Levi's.

Haruhi was examining the boy's entire figure, but luckily her eyes stayed locked on the clean white t-shirt he had decided to wear. In some ways it suited him- clean cut, professional, no-nonsense. But in others, it made no sense- devil-man, conniving, selfish.

But there was a third quality she wasn't sure on. Purity.

"Kyouya-senpai...Have you ever had sex?" The question itself was hard enough to answer, but when she made those doe-eyes at him, he wondered which of them was more inherently evil. They exchanged a firm look for a moment before Kyouya lost his nerve and looked away.

"No."

"Have you ever done anything with a girl before?" She resisted the urge to say boy, fearing she may have been taking Tamaki's "mommy-daddy" jokes too seriously. He frowned, looking annoyed and grumpy.

"No."

"So I assume you've never been paid for that sort of thing."

"...no..." Kyouya made a face. Was she...was she coming to a conclusion of some sort? Oh no...

"Have the others ever done anything sexual and received payment for it?"

"...no." This 'no' came out with a bit of a grunt, as he began to feel foolish for trying to deceive this girl. She was more of a shadow king than he ever cold be.

"So you simply did this because you suspected something and you wanted me to admit it, huh." It wasn't a question.

"...yes."

"That's a bit silly. Now that I've calmed down a bit I'm not as worried about it. You could've just asked me later rather than assaulting me like this."

Another uncomfortable pause as the last realization hit.

"Unless you...wanted something from me?" He cringed. She had chipped away at ever last shield. She found his true motive. That bitch.

Haruhi cocked her head to the side, examining his bulge thoughtfully, "I...would like to help you...actually..." A flush rose to her cheeks and she stepped forward, reaching for the loops of his jeans and pulling him towards her. Standing on her tip-toes she captured his lips and hungrily kissed him, moaning softly.

He moaned back, though his hands remained frozen at his sides. She'd just minutes ago had her first sexual experience and here she was, molesting him at a tenth grade level. Amazing. He'd never pegged her for the aggressive type though...

They kissed like this for a few minutes, his hands falling comfortably onto her hips after a long hesitation. She was soft and delicate, and he wanted to ram her like a truck. He never thought he'd be so unsophisticated. Even with sex.

Synchronously, the two leaned away and looked into each others eyes. Silent anticipation filled the air as Haruhi reached up and pinched the frame of her glasses between her thumb and forefinger. She slid them down his nose, her eyes on his the entire time.

Before Kyouya could lean down to kiss her again, Tamaki burst through the door screaming, "THE GLASSES ARE OFF!", as he pointed a trembling finger at the embracing teens.

to be continued...