A/N-Dear readers, I am happy to introduce you another KyoHaru story that I wrote during my flight to Peru. I was so bored and decided to write something exciting. I plan to clean up the second chapter which I already wrote in the coming days and post and I would be glad to know your opinion on this new story. I also want to warn the younger readers that this story will have more mature content as the characters are already grown up in this story. So I warned you guys, the rating will change. Hoping to get feedback. Lots of love to the readers. Let the happiness be always with you! :)

I would suggest a song to listen to for the chapter but I am so bad at it, maybe you could try to help me?

It was a cold, windy afternoon on October 17th. The sun didn't honour the sky with its presence the whole morning. Dark, misty clouds were dancing in the horizon, concealing the dim rays of late autumn sun. The weather was getting colder and nastier each day. It had rained the whole week, and it was a real miracle that it didn't that day. Streets were busy with people running from one place to the other, loud cars stuck in traffic. It was already a lunchtime when a well-dressed, elegant man grabbed his cellphone from his desk and turned to the exit of his office suite. He put on expensive, designer, double breasted, dark blue trench coat and rubbed temples of his head tiredly. The dark lines under his eyes showed that the man didn't sleep for nights. He wore dark sun glasses trying to cover that fact and left the building. He was a very attractive young man in his mid twenties, 26-27 years old, not more not less. His face was delicate and had that aristocratic shine to it. He was dressed neat and smart while his onyx short cut hair was disheveled and messy. It looked so unexpected and endearing at the same time that actually emphasized the cleanness and undeniable charm the man had.

The fresh wind crazily threw back his hair as soon as he stepped out of the building. This man was Kyoya Ootori. One of the three son's of Japan's most prominent and elite families' head Yoshio Ootori who prided himself having such successful and well-mannered children. Kyoya Ootori was working in one of the branches of his father's company for 2 years already. After graduating university overseas, the man returned back and started helping family business to prosper but at the same time his father made it clear that his involvement in it would be only through a meritful marriage.

This marriage unfortunately ended miserably a few months ago. Yoshio Ootori arranged a marriage with one of the daughter's of his close business partners but of course he didn't anticipate that the girl was a spoiled, pampered, cheating whore. The divorce was much more public to both families' taste. Every single newspaper and news channel decided it was their sacred obligation to shed light on the 'unfortunate' end of the most discussed couple's love. Yoshio Ootori tried to force his son to reconcile with the woman and find a common ground but he refused to continue any relationship with the woman who so tactlessly threw mud on his name and honour.

After this scandalous and egregious break up, the young man tried to dedicate himself to work and avoid any big public appearances. The media was not really forgiving to him. Now that he was a bachelor again many families were trying to sell off their daughters into marriage with the Ootori man. Kyoya wanted to disappear from public attention for a while and let the things cool down. And he was entirely opposed to his family's attempts of tricking him into another meaningless relationship. Now all that mattered was his work. As he started to work in the company, he found a lot of problems and issues that hadn't been addressed for years and were directly affecting the company's productivity and profit. He couldn't say that his efforts were much appreciated by his father but he long time ago decided to work for his own merits.

Kyoya unlike many high ranking workers of the company, liked to buy his coffee and lunch himself. He picked the habit when he was a student oversees and it sort of became an important thing for him. He rarely had lunch at work. Coffee was enough to keep his brain work and function. There was a particular shop on the corner of the street that had the best french roasted coffee. It was rich and bittersweet in flavor, something he really loved about the coffee.

The coffee-shop was full. There was a long line of people waiting for their turn. There was a time in Kyoya's life when he wouldn't stand there for a second and wait for a coffee like some kind of commoner. But life and experiences change people, and frankly, Kyoya was glad for the change. He felt a little embarrassed from putting too much weight in his family name and social status. He was glad he got to see the world differently. In the end the ideals of what an Ootori man should be was just a plain illusion taught by his father who a few days ago was forcing him back with his cheating ex-wife.

He loved being simple in little things and getting his own coffee was one of them. He wasn't the only tired looking man in this place and that reassured him strangely. Business was strangling people and sucking off energy like some sort of abhorrent parasite. These men and women were all drained and tired. Their impatient faces showed that they had bosses like himself or his father and that made Kyoya feel guilty for overworking his employees.

His attention, though, grabbed a loud conversation near the counter. A petite girl with short cut brunette hair, slender, feminine body wearing tight jeans and bright green knitted jacket was actively arguing with a worker while pushing an elderly lady to her back as if protecting her from the man.

"Sir, I have seen you take extra money from her," she was saying in restrained but angry voice․ "Just because she is an old lady doesn't mean you should rob her, that is unethical, not to mention illegal."

The man was trying to deny the fact and get to convince the old woman that it never happened. But the girl was shielding the old lady not letting the man to even face her. It seemed that the man eventually gave up and returned the money, after the girl threatened him with a legal intervention. The girl who apparently already bought coffee, gave her cup to the woman and helped her to get out of the shop. This highly amused Kyoya, because he never saw anyone this insistent and bold. The girl, though, returned and stood next to him. Her face was slightly pink from the whole argument with the man who most likely tried to rob a random old woman. The girl loosened the grey scarf that was wrapped around her neck and sighed frustrated.

"Now I have to wait again," she mumbled to herself.

Kyoya snorted amused at the girl who just gave her own coffee to a random woman without any expectations. That was so unnatural and strange to him that he simply found those people who do such stuff unrealistic. She cupped her own cheeks and mumbled something under her cute, little nose. And then turned to Kyoya and looked at him annoyed.

"Do I know you?" she said bluntly.

Then Kyoya realized that he was staring at her and felt uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and sighed.

"I am sorry...miss," he said, observing her hands for identification of her family status, "you just reminded me of someone I used to go school with."

The girl looked unfazed at his declaration and Kyoya felt slightly stupid for saying such an absurd thing to a stranger. She nervously pushed her scarf around her neck and glared at him. That moment he couldn't say what pushed him to continue blabbering nonsense but he did and he didn't know why.

"Her name was Haruhi," he mumbled apologetically.

This grabbed the girl's attention, because the angry scowl disappeared from her face and she asked somewhat curious.

"What school did you attend, may I ask?" her voice was so adorable. It was feminine, but at the same time had that childish bold undertone.

Kyoya narrowed his eyes. He didn't want to spill his life details to a complete stranger in a God damn shop but he felt compelled to answer the girl's question.

"Ouran high school," he said curtly.

The girl looked at him surprised and blinked her eyes several times. Yes, that was a reaction to anticipate. Most people wouldn't expect the alumni of such prestigious school be in a coffee shop to buy a cup of coffee for himself. He internally smiled at the idea, and for a second, thought the girl will accuse him of being a big liar. But all she did was stare at him with her surprisingly beautiful brown eyes.

"K-kyoya?" she stammered confused, looking at him.

Now Kyoya was the one who was shocked. Did he know this girl? Did she know him? Did they actually go school together? He decided unlikely. Most of the girls who attended to Ouran wouldn't look like this and wouldn't stand in a line to get coffee... except... and then it reached him.

"Haruhi?" he asked his voice full of hesitation.

The girl's face brightened up and she smiled at him softly.

"Oh my God!" she said squealing, "I can't believe I met you here."

"You have changed so much," Kyoya smiled at her, "I couldn't recognize you at all."

She laughed softly and sighed as if not being recognizable made her tired. Haruhi grew up nicely. He would never think that their boylike friend will turn to be such a cute, adorable girl. Wasn't Haruhi taller? Kyoya thought she was much taller before. He looked at her more carefully. She had nice legs and bum that was so emphasized in the tight skinny jeans she wore. She was skinnier though, and looked more drained than she was at school. Her waist was so tiny, he thought he could grab the whole thing with one palm. Heavens! What kind of inappropriate ideas are crossing his mind! She was after all Tamaki's girlfriend. The blonde oaf went to Boston just to be with her after her graduation.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, shrugging his hands.

"Buying coffee," she said and then when he chuckled she felt dumb for giving such an absurd childish answer. "Well, lunchtime, I work in a law firm on the opposite street."

She pointed to the street and smiled awkwardly. Haruhi truly grew into a beautiful woman. Tamaki was a lucky man. He didn't speak with him after he moved to Boston to be with Haruhi. Kyoya had his own share of problems and complications to actually keep up with anyone in the host club. But meeting Haruhi in the shop made him somewhat happy and enthusiastic to know about others.

"How is Tamaki doing?" he asked looking at her warmly. "Didn't have the chance to talk to him ever since ages."

"I think he is doing well," she said returning his happy smile and then said thoughtfully, "I got a card from him some months ago. He was in Italy with his girlfriend."

What? What?

Kyoya didn't know if he heard her correctly. Tamaki and Haruhi were not together and he had a different girlfriend, wasn't that just unimaginable?

"You are not together?" he asked dumbly.

She chuckled brightly and shook her head.

"No, of course not," she said beaming, "we parted after a year of disastrous relationship. It just didn't work for us."

Now it was Kyoya's turn to blink at the girl surprised. That was just strange. He would never imagine in million years for Tamaki and Haruhi to part, especially when Haruhi looked like a stunning model. She changed so much, though her hair was still short and apparently she loved her clothes comfy judging by how unsophisticated she looked.

"How are you doing?" she suddenly asked, "working for your father?"

"Yes!" Kyoya answered bitterly, "we are actually neighbours. I work in the building next to yours. Are you a lawyer, or did you pursue another career?"

"Yes, I am a lawyer," she said awkwardly smiling and sighed as if it was not something she always wanted to do.

He wanted to ask her if she was disappointed but the man standing behind the counters spoke.

"What is your order sir?"

"Umm... two cups of coffee," Kyoya said and looking at Haruhi asked, "What coffee do you want?"

This confused Haruhi and she answered stammering.

"Well, french roast anything."

"Two of those," Kyoya said and placed his card on the counter.

"Oh Kyoya-kun," Haruhi retorted "No need to pay for me."

"Well, I insist," he said smiling charmingly, "after all, is that a sin to buy cup of coffee for an old friend?"

"The old friend is somewhat worried how much a cup of coffee will cost her later," she said winking mischievously and accepting the cup from him.

They moved to the exit and Kyoya opened and held the door for her. Haruhi always found his manners to be very enchanting. Kyoya Ootori was after all a very charismatic person. He laughed at her joke and tsked.

"Nah, don't worry!" he said "I wasn't that bad, was I?"

"You were a cruel debt collector," she said smirking at him.

It was cold outside and when they got out she felt the autumn chills fill her body uncomfortably.

Kyoya suddenly stopped and taking out a small card handed it to her.

"Here is my number," he explained politely when the girl looked at him surprised, "if anything, call me, I will be glad to help an 'old friend'."

Haruhi took the card and smiled.

"Alright!" she said, "maybe I will invite you for a lunch to get back for the coffee you bought for me today."

Kyoya smiled and nodded.

"You said it, not me," he said winking, "will wait for the call."

Haruhi chuckled in agreement and parted going to her building.

"Haruhi!" Kyoya suddenly called, "You turned to be very pretty, if only I knew back then."

She didn't turn, but he heard her chuckling loudly clearly amused at his blunt flattery and teasing and waved her hands.

"I don't fall for your charms, Kyoya-kun."

He smiled at her and walked to his office building. It was so nice to meet Haruhi.

It was evening when Kyoya entered the Ootori estate. The maids greeted him cautiously and he heard them whispering. It was the first time in months he visited the family house after his spectacular divorce. Because his brothers Akito and Yuuichi lived away with their families, his parents insisted that Kyoya and his then wife live in the family estate. After the divorce he avoided being at home, not wanting to remember anything that had to do with that dreaded woman who so shamelessly cheated on him. Today, though, he decided to attend family dinner because of his mother's several requests and pleas. When he entered the sitting room, she was already there wearing traditional Japanese clothing, pretty silk kimono. His mother always preferred more westernized clothing due to being more exposed to the western fashion by having to attend too many balls with Yoshio's foreign business partners, but for family dinners she would always dress up.

Seeing Kyoya the woman jumped up and happily run to him. Kyoya didn't respond to her cheerfulness only acknowledged her presence with a curt nod and reserved greeting.

"How are you doing, mother?"

"I am happy you are here Kyoya," she spoke still beaming at him although a little taken aback by his cold attitude. She knew that Kyoya was still bitter about the whole marriage thing that was mainly encouraged by her and she felt slightly guilty for putting his son's life into such an unpleasant ordeal.

Kyoya sighed and took a seat next to her.

"I assume Fuyumi won't be here," he said as a matter of fact.

"Well, you know, her husband is a little bit strict with her 'out goings' when she is heavily pregnant," Mrs. Ootori explained in a soft voice trying to get her son's understanding.

"For God's sake, mother!" he snorted angrily, "we are her family. She needs to go out more. Is she his prisoner, or his wife?"

"Well, you permitted everything to your wife and see where it led you," the words were out of her mouth before she realized what she said. "Oh, I am sorry Kyoya."

He didn't respond. His face was blank, unreadable, unaffected. He didn't want to hurt his mother but he was angry with her.

"I suppose," he said shortly.

"Maybe next week, you could come to one of the gatherings," she said looking at him warmly. "There will be lots of nice and respectable girls..."

Kyoya's angry scowl was enough for the woman to stop talking. He couldn't believe his ears. After a total fail, she actually wanted to make another attempt of matchmaking.

"Son, you should come back home," she pressed her lips into a thin line and rubbed her hands together nervously. "You are so skinny, you don't eat well and you don't even sleep."

He didn't respond. Of course, he wouldn't come back. He felt pretty comfortable in his own apartment. He didn't want to put his life into the hands of his parents again. He already did once and he didn't want to repeat the same mistake again.

The door was opened and Kyoya saw his brother Yuuichi and his wife with their young daughter enter the room. As soon as the child saw Kyoya, she run to him screaming loudly.

"Uncle Kyoya!"

Kyoya stood up to catch the little girl and she giggled cheerfully as soon as she appeared in his arms.

"Who is this beautiful princess?" he asked in a false-surprised voice beaming at the child.

She giggled and wrapped her tiny hands around his neck.

"I missed you, uncle Kyoya," the child complained.

"I missed you too, princess," he said winking at her and setting her on the floor.

"What a nice surprise!" Yuuichi's wife said in fakely polite manner, scanning Kyoya, "didn't expect to see you here for dinner."

Her husband looked at her sternly and greeted his brother with a polite, reserved nod. Kyoya responded to his greeting in the same manner. Soon after Akito arrived with his wife and while Yuuichi was more restrained in his disdain of Kyoya, Akito did nothing to hide it. The dinner was awfully uncomfortable and strained.

"Don't you plan to stop all of this public embarrassment and take your wife back?" Akito asked not being able to contain himself.

Were they serious? How could they expect him to forgive her. He was an understanding and dutiful husband for those two years of their marriage and she was the one who cheated and he would never ever let anyone to decorate him with horns.

"I'd advise you to mind your business and not meddle yourself in my personal affairs," Kyoya said harshly cutting whatever else Akito was going to say.

"Unfortunately," Yuuichi's wife said in a very soft and innocent manner, "we all are being meddled in your affairs by media. Just end this conversations and do something about this. Marry someone else if you don't want Amaya back. Do something to stop all of this gossips."

Was she brainless? Kyoya decided she didn't deserve an answer so he just ignored her and continued to eat in silence. After the dinner though, Yoshio had a personal go with him, on his family plans.

"Your brothers have respectful families and you are the only one who's bringing this dishonour to the family. I won't interfere this time, but I expect you to find a suitable, dutiful wife. Amaya was not a bad option, but you couldn't keep her in check. You shouldn't have let her so free, you gave her a free pass and she fooled you like an idiot," the old man said sternly with obvious disgust.

Kyoya didn't say anything. He didn't want to argue with his father. He wouldn't understand him anyway. Women were not dogs to be kept with leash and Kyoya expected his wife to share his values and be faithful or divorce and do whatever the heck she wanted to do. He didn't want to police his wife and control her life. He didn't have time for it, nor any desire. As traditional as Yoshio Ootori was, he would never understand such sentiments. Though, Kyoya was at least glad, that the man decided to let wife choosing privilege to Kyoya himself, this time.

The dinner was a disaster as he anticipated. He never thought he could have a civil time with his brothers and their bitchy, stupid wives, who did nothing but spent their money on useless things.

Kyoya's apartment was a comfortable, nice place. It was designed after the western, modern houses at the same time implementing the traditional Japanese elements into the furniture and the general design of the apartment. After Amaya, Kyoya moved to his apartment and started to live all by himself, remembering his student days.

Kyoya was rubbish at cooking. He actually tried several times and always failed majorly. After some rather unfortunate attempts, he started to order food, or get half made stuff and cook them. He didn't want to hire a cook. Finally getting some freedom, he didn't want some other person walking in his apartment and disturbing his peace. He loved his new peaceful life with no one to be there to order him. He regretted that he let his parents to arrange that nasty marriage for him that turned his life into an absurd soup opera.

As he lied down in his bed, he remembered Haruhi's face. She turned out to be a very pretty woman. She was a brilliant student at school and a great person. How on earth that oaf Tamaki managed to break up their relationship and get a new girlfriend? Or maybe Haruhi couldn't stand the blonde's childish antics. She was a simple, bright, pretty, intelligent girl that deserved someone more serious than Tamaki. Though Tamaki was not a bad guy, on the contrary, he was a kind, caring, understanding, friendly, open and loving person but Haruhi's bold personality needed someone more determined. Maybe the girl already had a boyfriend, who knew? He was so shocked to meet her in the shop that forgot to ask her any questions not that they would seem appropriate in the setting.

Maybe they could manage to meet again and catch up on each other's lives. After all she promised him a lunch.

Kyoya thought that he would be happier with someone like Haruhi only if he was willing to break the rules...