Right. I have decided that there aren't nearly enough Mori x Haruhi fics on this site. Therefore, whether you like it or not, I am going to write more.
Also, surprisingly, my last fic seemed to be quite well received (yay) so I'll keep writing.
Anyways, please enjoy and leave me shiny comments.
Sakura Seraphim
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"Kyouya? …….Oww!...Is this really necessary?...Hey! Watch it!"
Haruhi swatted irritably at the twins as they fluttered around her, pinning different colour swatches of cloth to the front of her newly fitted suit jacket. Occasionally they would step back, heads tilted inwards at identical but reverse angles, one hand under their chins, to look at her in a scrutinising fashion before on some unspoken agreement one of them would dash off in search of a darker shade of blue.
Haruhi sighed as Hikaru and Kaoru whispered darkly with their heads together, surfacing briefly to look her up and down before plunging back into their murmured conversation. She'd known this wasn't going to be a good day the moment she'd set foot in the host club that afternoon.
Instead of the usual soft and lilting music and the perfume of freshly cut roses that usual greeted her as she opened the door, she had instead been confronted by the sight of Hikaru and Kaoru striding towards her; wielding tape measures and identical looks of calculation.
She'd had enough foresight to turn on her heel and attempt to escape before they'd pounced on her and dragged her kicking and yelling into the third floor music room.
Kyouya looked briefly up from his laptop at one of the tables before returning his gaze to the screen, fingers tapping industriously.
"Haruhi this Valentine's Day dance is important. Not only will our regular clientele be there; invitations have been extended to other prestigious schools too. It's an excellent business opportunity."
Haruhi scowled inwardly. Of course it was. She wondered vaguely why all of Kyouya's 'business opportunities' seemed to involve her humiliation on some level. It was probably a conspiracy……. She wouldn't put it past him……
She was jerked out of her dark train of thought with a yelp.
"Kaoru watch what you're doing with those pins!" She sighed exasperatedly and stumbled suddenly as Hikaru tugged the bottom cuff of her left trouser leg sharply.
She glowered at Kyouya again.
"But why do I need to come?" she wailed. "Aren't the six of you enough?"
Kyouya raised one inquisitive eyebrow.
"But we need you to take part in the main event of the night Haruhi" he said coolly.
A sense of foreboding hanging over her head like a thundercloud, Haruhi swallowed.
"Which is?" she croaked, her throat dry.
She was pulled suddenly backwards as Kaoru snaked a tape measure around her chest and pulled it tight. Hikaru grinned mischievously up at her from where he kneeled on the floor.
"What the hell are you doing!?" she yelled.
"Just making sure your suit fits properly Haruhi!" Kaoru said cheerfully as Hikaru slipped another tape measure around her hips.
"Can't have our best school friend running about in a suit that doesn't fit! You should thank us!" Hikaru chimed in.
Haruhi was saved the bother of pushing them both off by Tamaki. His face thunderous and one eye twitching, he appeared behind the twins like an iceberg appearing out of the fog and grabbed them by their collars.
"You two doppelgangers stopping violating my precious daughter! That's your little sister!" Tamaki growled.
In unison, the twins shrugged innocently.
"She may be your daughter, but she's not our sister." they chorused.
"Is so!"
"Is not!"
Rolling her eyes and leaving them to scuffle behind her, Haruhi turned back to Kyouya.
"So what's this 'main event' then?" she asked dryly, folding her arms over her chest.
"Haruhi! Save me! They're attacking me with pins! Owwww!"
"Stop whining milord."
Kyouya continued to tap on his laptop keyboard.
"You are familiar with the commoner concept of a 'raffle', yes?" he said.
"Yes"
"Well, we're holding an…alternative…kind of raffle. Instead of conventional prizes, which I believe include bottles of alcohol and stuffed toys, we are raffling off…"
Kyouya looked up at her, glasses glinting maliciously in the light.
"Kisses from host club members."
Haruhi stared at him, mouth open, oblivious to the fact that the sounds of fighting and muffled cursing had ceased and Hikaru, Kaoru and Tamaki were also looking up at him from their tangled heap on the floor in slack jawed amazement.
"WHAT!?" Haruhi screamed.
Kyouya raised his eyebrows in what passed for an innocent manner for him.
"Is there a problem"
Flustered, Haruhi opened and closed her mouth furiously.
"Yes there's a problem! I'm not doing this!"
Kyouya looked back to his laptop.
"Yes you are."
"Come on! You really think people are going to buy these tickets?" she said incredulously.
Just then, she felt an arm snake around either side of her waist and just had time to think 'Dear God no…' before the twins leaned in and chorused, "We'll take 100 each!"
"Not a chance! I won't let you two demons corrupt my daughters pure lips! I'll take 300!" wailed Tamaki.
"We'll take 400!"
"500!!!"
"1000!!!!!"
Kyouya smiled with cold satisfaction as he gestured to the bickering hosts behind him.
Haruhi scowled. "I refuse." she growled as ripping swatches of multicoloured cloth off her jacket she stormed in the direction of the door.
"You know, Haruhi." came Kyouya's voice from behind her. Haruhi stopped, fists clenched and teeth grinding together. She knew that voice; that was Kyouya's we-both-know-you're-going-to-do-what-I-want-and-I'm-just-humouring-you voice. She turned slowly.
Kyouya continued. "50 of the profits made from the sale of your tickets would go towards paying off your debt, but if your not interested…"
He smiled calmly. Haruhi glared at him furiously. Damn rich bastard! He had her and he knew it.
She threw up her hands theatrically. "Fine, fine! I'll do it!"
She stormed across the room and collapsed fuming into one of the velvet couches.
She let her furious gaze sweep across the room, pausing momentarily to focus it on Kyouya, who'd returned to his typing, a hint of a triumphant smile lingering on his lips and Tamaki and the twins, who were still fighting.
Turning her head sharply with an exasperated sigh, her gaze landed on the remaining two members of the host club, who had been pointedly ignoring the argument.
Bored by the lack of customers and pacified by a cream filled strawberry cake, Honey had fallen asleep curled up at one end of the couch; small golden head barely visible above his blanket and thumb stuck securely in his mouth.
Undoubtedly cute as the boy looked, it was the boy sitting beside him who had caught Haruhi's eye. Tall and muscular he sat at the other end of the couch. Legs stretched out in front of him. One hand held the history textbook he was reading while the other was twisted in his crop of dark hair as his elbow rested on the arm of the couch.
Haruhi felt the anger drain out of her as she looked at him and felt a reluctant smile invade her lips. She envied him being able to block out the noise of the others like that, he looked so content.
She sighed and slumped on the couch. Although she'd die before admitting it out loud, she had been secretly hoping that maybe Kyouya would force her to wear girls clothing for this dance. Every so often he would decree that she was to wear female attire to some function or party and although she was normally wrestled kicking and screaming into the expensive dresses by Hikaru and Kaoru, there was one advantage that more than made up for everything else.
When she wore girls' clothes she was technically a girl (well a girl dressed as a guy dressed as a girl but you get the picture).
When she was a girl she could dance with boys.
One boy in particular.
She blushed as she remembered the last dance she'd worn a dress for. Tamaki had pulled her to the dance floor and danced a while with her before she was whisked away by the laughing twins. She'd waltzed with Kyouya and whirled around the dance floor with Honey before there was a tentative tap on her shoulder and she looked round into deep grey eyes.
She smiled and gazed unseeing at Mori as her gaze turned inwards and she saw again his eyes looking down into hers and the faint smile on his face (her heart had skipped then, he hardly ever smiled). Her other senses chimed in with the memories of the warm, soft touch of his hand enveloping hers, the lilting chime of the music and the subtle scent of his aftershave.
As if sensing her gaze, Mori's eyes flickered up from his textbook and met hers. He smiled hesitantly at her before casting his eyes back down to his book, blushing slightly.
Startled out of her daydream Haruhi stared at her lap blushing furiously.
Oh God he must think I'm an idiot staring at him like that.
She risked a quick glance back up at him to see he was once again immersed in his textbook. She smiled fondly at him, head tilted to one side.
This rare moment of contentment and tranquillity in the host club was somewhat ruined however by Hikaru and Kaoru looping measuring tapes around her shoulders and carrying her, tied up and shouting back to her stool so they could finish her fitting.
