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Haruhi's hands shook as she held the small plastic wand. "Come one, come on." Her pleading didn't get her the results any faster. How could this have happened? The question was quite rhetorical. She knew exactly how this happened.

~flashback~

Haruhi wandered aimlessly around the crowded room. Her friend's apartment was jammed wall to wall with people, moving and gyrating to the thumping bass of some American song. She was here because she was angry.

'Stupid Tamaki-senpai. I'll show him that I can take care of myself,' she thought, grabbing her tenth shot of whisky from someone passing by with a tray on their shoulder. She threw it back in one gulp and felt the warm burn flood her chest. "Rock on, sister." She didn't know where the voice had come from and she didn't care. She needed to find somewhere to sit until the room stopped spinning. Finding a small foot rest, she tried to feel her way onto it. Everything was blurry. "Maybe that last shot wasst such a good idea," she slurred. She needed to go home. No. She couldn't go home reeking of alcohol and stumbling through the door. Ranka-san would kill her. Without quite realizing what her arm was doing, she had pulled out her cell phone. A familiar but angry voice permeated the alcohol induced haze. "Do you have any idea what time it is? This'll be another two-million yen to your debt." She clutched the phone and tried to make a coherent sentence. "Kyouya-senpai," she said. "I don't think I'm somewhere I should be. My head is fuzzy and there's too many people." The voice on the other end of the line was suddenly very serious.

"Haruhi, where are you? I'm coming to get you." She tried to think. What was the apartment number? What was the street name even? "Uuuh. I don't… um. Three, no."

"Don't worry about it. Just stay on the phone. I'll come to you. It's very important that you stay on the line. Do you understand?" She told him yes and listened. She heard him dressing and calling for a servant to ready his limo. It didn't take long. The shadow king had kept a conversation going with her to keep her from falling asleep. It was only a matter of thirty minutes for him to arrive. She saw the crowd part as he came through, glaring at anyone who dared to do so much as look at him. Haruhi looked up at her senpai as he came to stand before her.

Kyouya extended a hand toward her. "She took it and allowed him to pull her up, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and curling his own around her waste. The dark haired teen practically carried her to the doorway and out to the long black car. His chauffer opened the door, waiting until his master and his guest were safely in the back seat. Kyouya sat the young brunette on the leather seat opposite him. She watched as he laced his fingers together, leaning forward. He seemed to be thinking. Finally he spoke.

"What were you thinking," he said. Staring at her senpai, she suddenly had a thought. She'd never realized how attractive he truly was. She giggled, leaning forward and curling her arms around his neck. "You know, senpai, you're actually kinda cute." She nestled her head under his chin. Kyouya wasn't quite sure what to do. Haruhi was most definitely not herself. The petite brunette pulled back, her expression suddenly serious. As serious as she could look with those rosy cheeks and glazed eyes any way. "I remember how you said I should pay for the flowers senpai." She shifted to sit on his lap. "I think I should pay for them now." She gripped the collar of his black jacket. He was shirtless beneath it in his haste to leave his house. Tugging on the collar, she pulled him forward, pressing their lips together. His eyes wide, Kyouya struggled for a coherent thought. He found none. This was his first kiss. He knew he should, but he couldn't bring himself to stop it. She wasn't aware of what she was doing, but he had held a secret desire for his subordinate for so long. Before he realized what he was doing, he wrapped his arms around her waste, pulling her flush against his bare, washboard stomach. She wound her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in the black hair. Gently, he glided his tongue across her lower lip, asking her permission. She gave it almost too willingly, parting her lips for him to slip through. A soft moan escaped her, she'd never felt something like this before.

~end flashback~

She couldn't really recall anything after that, but she could infer, considering she had woken up the next morning quite naked, in a large bed, next to an equally nude Oohtori heir. What else could she have done? She left before he woke up. What else could be expected? Things had become very uncomfortable between them lately. The Shadow King would pretend nothing was amiss, and left no hint that anything had gone on, but she would catch him watching her, feel his wondering gaze as she sat with the customers. She'd screwed up royally. Not only had she ruined a friendship, but now she was two weeks late. She'd always been spot on before. She was praying that it was only a stress oriented anomaly as she waited for the results of the home test. Finally, she saw it. Her heart dropped. In the test window, clear as day, was a little pink plus sign.