- Let me clarify this before you read the chapter: in this story, Tamaki never finds Haruhi in Kyoya's room. Okay! That's a very important part of this and it's something you should not forget throughout this story.

The inspiration for this story just kinda came to me. I'm already halfway done with Chapter One, so be expecting an update in about a week or so! OH! By the way, summer vacation starts for me next Wednesday, so I might not update until after next week. I never know though. Please remember to leave a review and tell me what you think.

The lights were off, the only thing brightening the room being the occasional flash of lightning. The boom of thunder shook terror into her bones as she curled up in her hotel bed. The sheets were loosely wrapped around her body but she was not chilly at all. She wrapped her arms around her slim waist, silently hoping that the storm would just come to an end.

Haruhi closed her eyes tightly, counting to ten inside her head. She mouthed the numbers, stopping only when another blast of thunder broke the silence. She shrieked from the back of her throat as she covered her head with the pillow beside her.

'Please let it end, please let it end,' she prayed. She stayed like this for a few more moments until she could no longer hear the thunder. Had she blocked it out with her mind? She wasn't sure but at the moment, she didn't care much. The girl uncovered her head and sat up, propping her back up with the same pillow.

She ran her thin fingers through her dark, brown hair as she sighed. It seemed the storm had calmed; the sound of harsh pitter-pattering echoed on the roof of the hotel. Unlike the brash thunder, it was soothing to her. She had a terribly stressful day. Tamaki, the leader or 'prince' of the Host Club still refused to talk to her because of her little stunt at the beach the previous day.

In fact, he barely noted her existence. He would walk by with a simple flip of his hair, his eyes focused on something in the distance. At first, it hadn't bothered her because she figured he would eventually get over it but the problem hadn't been fixed in the slightest. It was dinner time when she had asked Tamaki to pass her a new fork, seeing as how she had dropped hers. He just continued to talk to Hunny who was sitting beside him.

She repeated herself, but he continued to ignore her. Finally, Hikaru passed her his fork before storming out the dining-hall, complaining about something under his breath. Of course, Karou followed after to comfort his twin brother. She did want to apologize but she felt it wasn't necessary for some reason. Perhaps it was her stubbornness.

There was a gentle knock on her bedroom door, bringing the teen back to reality.

'Come in,' she called, fixing her nightgown so it fit her body perfectly. The door opened and Kyoya stepped into the bedroom. He wore no shirt and a pair of loose sweat pants as he shut the door behind him. His usually cool and collected face was covered by his dark locks when he turned to look back at her.

Seeing Kyoya reminded her of last night, when she had accidentally walked into his bedroom. They had talked briefly before he did something shocking: he tossed her unto the bed and placed himself over her body. He mentioned something about paying him back with her body, but he stopped when she pointed out it wouldn't benefit him in any way. He seemed to actually realize that as he allowed her to leave his room without another word.

'Haruhi…I…' his voice cut off sharply and she found herself becoming a little frustrated with his secretive attitude. 'I-I want…'

For some odd reason, Haruhi was starting to get the feeling that there was something wrong; something did not feel right and that made her feel uncomfortable with him being in the room. Haruhi opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a crash of sudden lightening. She jumped, covering herself with a blanket. Thunder boomed through the sky and she shrieked.

It grew silent for a moment. There was finally a small chuckle that came from Kyoya.

'You're scared of thunderstorms,' he announced. 'How unpredictable.'

'Please don't tell anyone,' she muttered against her shoulder, her arm covering face she quivered gentle beneath the small layer of sheets. 'They'll tease me.'

He did not reply for a moment; he seemed to be considering the idea of actually telling the others which kinda made her feel even more uncomfortable with him being here. She silently wished he hadn't even come into her room in the first place, let alone him finding out her fear.

'Alright,' he said finally. 'I won't tell anyone…for a price, of course.'

The teen uncovered her head slightly to stare quizzically at the boy, but was stopped when she discovered he was beside her on the bed.

'What-what are you doing?' she stuttered through her mouth, unsure of how this made her feel. Kyoya did not reply as he placed his lips against hers. The girl stiffened, growing increasingly uncomfortable as he placed himself over her. His leg moved, parting her legs to place one between her creamy thighs. His hands took hold of her slim hips, the pads of his fingers pressing her skin gently. Haruhi attempted to push him away, but found her hands placed above her head. She looked up, seeking an explanation from him. His eyes darkened as he stared down at her, licking his lips.

'Kyoya, the joke's over. Get off me,' she commanded. He didn't budge; his lips curled upward into an amused smirk as he eyes began to trail down her body. The boy's eyes narrowed as he discovered that the lower half of her body was covered entirely by sheet.

'Don't move your hands or else.'

His voice was ice cold as his hands moved to push away the sheet that blocked his access. Haruhi took this as any opportunity to get away from him, twisting her body as best she could so that he would fall. She ended up pressed against the mattress of the bed, a knee digging into the middle of her back and a hand pulling back her hair.

'That hurts!' she yelped, trying to hold her body still and pull her head away from his grasp. Kyoya only pulled tighter, moving in to whisper in her ear.

'It would be wise to be quiet,' he whispered. His breath tickled the hollow of her ear, sending shivers up and down her spine. 'You wouldn't want the others to see you like this, right?'

The thought of the others sent shock waves down her body. She realized, then, that Kyoya was going to get what he wanted. One of Kyoya's hands grabbed her chin, twisting her head to look at his. He crashed his lips into hers, forcing his tongue through her slightly parted lips. He moved his knee from her back and placed it on her side.

A sound of utter defeat passed through the girl's lips as he parted from the kiss, flipping her back unto her back. His hands traveled down her sides, his tongue digging deeper into the cavern of her mouth. The chilliness of his fingers trailing against her skin made Haruhi let out a small sound.

'Please stop,' she whispered as he pulled away to pull up the end of her nightgown. He ignored her request entirely and merely commanded her to arch her back so he could remove the gown completely.

Now, Haruhi found herself half-naked beneath Kyoya's rough grasp. His mouth connected with the base of her throat, roughly nipping the skin. She bit her tongue to stop the sounds that threatened to escape her throat. 'He's not going to stop,' she thought in defeat. 'He's going to rape me…'

The word 'rape' had always sent chills down her spine. Maybe it was because she was a girl and it was a possibility almost everyday. Or maybe it was because just the thought of having no control frightened her.

'Help me take off these pants,' Kyoya commanded. Haruhi hesitated before slowly crawling unto her knees. She curled her hands around the edge of his sweat pants, pulling it down. He lifted his hips to help and smirked when the girl blushed when she saw the erection that sprung free.

'Suck.'

'Kyoya, please-'

He didn't wait for he to finish the sentence, grabbing her head and pulling it down. She opened her mouth to protest, stopped when he pushed his erection into her mouth. He hissed at the sensation of something warm and wet around his length.

'Go on, Haruhi.'

But she wasn't sure what to do; she had never been the type to do or practice this sort of thing.

Shyly, she let her tongue wrap around his length, flicking the edge of her tongue around. Kyoya sighed, encouraging her to do more. She let her tongue swirl around the length, earning satisfied groans from the boy. He let his hands wrap intertwine her hair, squeezing to the point where she felt like her hair would come out. She winced slightly and pulled up from his erection.

She stared up at his face but he didn't like that. Not at all. The boy grunted pushing her head back down.

"Continue, Haruhi."

His voice carried the promise of hurt if she didn't; she opened her mouth and took his length deep to the point where she gagged. He seemed to enjoy this a lot because he groaned loudly, her name falling from his lips. She began to move her head up and down on his erection just like she had seen done before in a movie her father owned. His grip on her hair tightened as the pleasure he receiving.

"Haruhi!" he moaned as he came into her mouth. Haruhi quickly pulled away, whimpering when strands of her brown hair were pulled from her scalp. She wasn't sure what to do with the semen in her mouth, but the taste was gag worthy. Kyoya looked at her briefly as he came down from his high and frowned. "Swallow it, Haruhi."

This was a command that Haruhi just didn't want to listen to. The taste of his cum was disgusting and she wanted it badly out of her mouth, but she didn't want to swallow it. If she did that, the taste would just stay in her throat but she didn't want to upset Kyoya any more. She closed her eyes tightly and quickly swallowed his seed. The taste, like she predicted, sat in the back of her throat.

The room around her, suddenly, grew darker to her and another bang of thunder erupted. Kyoya grabbed her wrist simultaneously, shoving her backwards unto her back. She knew what was coming, and began to kick her legs wildly.

"Stop stop!" she cried as he forced her legs apart and down. The teen placed himself over her, adding pressure to her midsection. His lips came into contact with breast, his tongue flickering over her nipple. An unwanted surge of shivers soared through her as she attempted to move away from him, but found she couldn't; his weight was larger than her own and made it fairly impossible for her to move.

His teeth grazed her nipple as his hands moved to pull down her panties. He curled his fingers under the elastic of the underwear, pulling them down until her rear prevented it anymore.

"Lift your hips," he whispered against her breast. She complied weakly and let out a whimper when he completely took off her last article of clothing. His mouth moved down her body, kissing and sucking on the skin.

'Kyoya,' she whispered quietly, 'please stop...'

He ignored her again, his lips coming into contact with her womanhood. Reluctantly, she moaned and thrusted her hips upwards towards his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her clit before thrusting it inside of her. Haruhi gasped, thrashing her head to the side. It felt wrong; all wrong. This wasn't supposed to happen with him. Not like this! She wanted her first time to be special!

The usually cool-headed boy removed his tongue and replaced it with two fingers. Haruhi wailed, covering her mouth with hands to silent herself. She still didn't want them to see her like this; her face flushed and full of unwanted tears. She felt weak, defenseless against him. She had always thought Kyoya was a mysterious guy, but she had never took him for the 'rapist' type.

He retrieved his fingers and moved back up her body. His penis, now fully erected once more, touched her inner thigh. She gasped as she looks up into his dead eyes as he positioned himself at her entrance.

"Stop!" she cried, shifting her hips around to prevent him from putting it inside of her.

"Shut up, Haruhi. You know you want it. I saw the way you arched your back when I put my tongue in you. You moaned for me. You want it, Haruhi."

But she didn't want it! Not at all! And with that, he thrusted inside of her, hissing from between his teeth. The pain from his fingers was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. Her mouth opened like she was gasping, but nothing but a strangled groan of pain came from her mouth. Her eyes closed tightly as he began to roughly rock himself in and out of her. Lightening light up the room and plastered shadows on the pastel colored walls. The sound of thunder shook fear into her as he continued.

His length continued to stretch, ripping away all the innocence she had kept over the years. Breathing for her hurt immensely; perhaps, maybe her rib cage was broken or something. His teeth nibbled at her skin, leaving marks over her tender flesh. She screamed in unison with a grunt, canceling out their sounds all together. Another crack of thunder echoed in the room as Kyoya pulled away to move deeper within her. He pounded into her womanhood, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh hidden by the thunder. Lightening continued to fill the room with light, allowing Kyoya to see all of Haruhi's pained facial expressions. He leaned over again as another wave pleasure rushed over him.

"You...feel so good!" he groaned, burying his face in her neck. She just let out another cry as he completely filled her over and over again. She felt like she was being split into two and surely, he'd break something down there. Kyoya groaned again, pounding harder and harder into her until he finally came as another bolt of lightening filled the room and thunder cracked.

He panted as he pulled himself from her body, lying lazily beside her. Haruhi laid there stiffly, unable to think or breathe correctly. Her eyes opened a little to see him roll of the bed, grabbing his pants. He glanced back her, his eyes narrowed before he strolled out of the room quickly.

She continued to stare at the door until finally, a sob broke free from her and she was doubling over with tears. The pain still lingered within her and was intensified as she curled her body to clutch her knees for protection. She felt used and dirty, broken and lost.

Kyoya was always such a nice guy before, where did all of this come from? Why had he suddenly decided to do such a thing? Why had this happened to anyone at all?

The answers remained unanswered as she sobbed brokenly into her pillow. She quickly grabbed the sheets, throwing them over of her body. The lightening and thunder continued on, but she couldn't even focus on them.

Her tears intertwined with snot, which she quickly wiped away but it didn't matter; she still felt like snot covered her entire body and just wouldn't come off.

She lay like this, sobbing and crying as the storm dies, leaving her with nothing but the cold, dead silence she used to enjoy.

- Oh, Kyoya fans, don't hate me! I absolutely love him! D; I could never actually see Kyoya doing this, but for now, he did okay? And yes, this is just the prologue. Why? Because I said so! :D