Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, though I'm not sure who does… I don't. I don't claim to either. I only own the plotline of this particular fanfiction, not the shows I based them off of, or that they follow.
Backstory: This story picks up right after Kasanoda confronts Tamaki about not being Haruhi's father in the show, so if it helps please rewatch the show up to the first line of this fanfiction and then stop it, because this is what would've happened if Haruhi had never commented on the fight going on behind her as she's talking to the mobson.
Tamaki's Realization
"Supposing I'm not my Haruhi's Daddy….. how is it that I find her so utterly adorable?" Tamaki asked, curled in a ball in a corner from Kasanoda's comment.
"We don't have to suppose it, boss." Hikaru said, unsure of how he should feel, but clearly amused because Tamaki really was THAT stupid. "Besides, look at all the other signs."
"Right, what about wanting to make Haruhi your wife one day?" Kyoya pointed out, more expressionless then ever.
"I know, Daddy's don't usually want to marry their little girls once they're all grown up, do they?" Tamaki muttered in response.
"What about keeping her from kissing anyone?" teased Kaoru.
"I just want to preserve those precious lips…." He said, eyes widening.
"'Preserve', that's an interesting choice of words, boss. You think everything's perfect just as it is."
"What do you mean, Kaoru?!" Tamaki shrieked.
"Well…." his twin continued, "This whole family setting, for example, you think it would be great to have it forever."
"Is there something WRONG with that?" Tamaki asked, beginning to retreat to his corner of mushrooms.
"Mm…. No, not necessarily. Though some might say you need to come back to reality." Kyoya said, causing Tamaki to shrink back further into his corner.
"Oh." Tamaki responded sulkily.
"Hey!" Honey interjected, oblivious to the situation at hand, "In our 'family', if Tamaki's the Daddy, and Kyoya's the Mommy, then what's everyone else, are we brothers?" he was careful not to say "brothers and sisters" because guests were in the room, and nobody wanted Haruhi's secret getting out. Honey shoved yet another forkful of strawberry shortcake into his mouth as Kyoya sighed at being called "Mommy", and Tamaki happily said, "Hm… you know, Honey-sempi, I don't know. I'll have to consider that…"
"Why did you ask him that?" asked Kaoru, the twins suddenly popping up at Honey and Mori's table.
"Yeah, last time he said something like that we were marked as the homosexual supporting cast. Which, by the way, we aren't." Hikaru finished.
"I just wanted to make sure I wasn't anything bad." Honey said defensively. The twins looked from Honey and Mori to each other and back, confused.
"Like what?" they asked, leaning on the table.
"The psychotic Aunt." He said, with a serious expression that would've looked more at home on Kyoya, and the twins burst out laughing at the mental image.
"What are you laughing about???" Honey asked, looking like he was about ready to burst into tears.
"They're picturing you in a dress." Mori replied, hiding his small chuckle.
"As he's freaking out on Tamaki for breathing his air." Kaoru said, laughing harder, as was his twin.
"That would be pretty funny." Honinozuka said, laughing at himself.
"Say, Tamaki?"
"Hm?"
"Have you ever thought of how alike you and Haruhi are?" asked Kyoya.
"How do you mean?"
"You both love the Host Club, you've both lost someone close to you, and you're both oblivious of the fact that you both need to face your feelings."
"What feelings?" the blonde asked, clueless as ever.
"Well, if I told you this wouldn't be any fun." Kyoya replied mysteriously.
"Um…. What?" Tamaki asked.
"Never mind, you'll figure it out eventually, I just hope you're not too late." He said, chuckling as he walked away.
"Hm…. Welcome ladies, to the Ouran High School Host Club!" Tamaki said, pulling three roses out of thin air, one for each of the girls that came through the door. They all accepted and moved on to their individual appointments.
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THE HOST CLUB IS…. CLOSED FOR THE DAY.
"What's the matter, Kyoya?" asked Tamaki.
"The budget. The numbers are spinning out of control and if I can't fix them by Monday, if we keep going at this rate, the Host Club will have to shut down due to… bankruptcy." Kyoya knew he'd have to bow out of the Host Club early if that were the case, to save his reputation if nothing else. Besides, what would his father say about him asking for the business after driving a simple club into the ground, even with Tamaki's impossible ideas? But, he didn't want to worry his friends, or, worse, lose them altogether if there was still a possibility that the budget could be fixed. The "budget" was their income from the previous month, minus a thousand yen to keep for emergencies, such as when Haruhi broke the vase that stuck her in the Host Club.
"Well, why don't you ask the Math Club for help? I know they've been looking for a project." Tamaki suggested.
"Because I'm Kyoya Ohtori and I don't need help from any Math club, especially one who can't think of a more creative name then that." He swiftly replied, his pride shining brighter then his glasses.
"Whatever you think, Kyoya." Tamaki said, leaving to play the piano. He was clearly not very pained because Kyoya didn't trust the Math club with their finances. When Tamaki was this passive it meant one thing – he was up to something. Kyoya swiftly shut his laptop, and walked over to Haruhi, who had just escaped another tea party with Honey due to Kyoya pulling her aside.
"Kyo-chan, did you want to have some cake with us, too?"
"Actually, I need to speak with Haruhi for a moment, but…. thank you for offering."
"Oh.. well, hurry back for the main course!" Honey-sempi said, turning to go sit down, his expression changing from rejection to happiness as he did so.
"The main course???" Haruhi muttered as she was dragged off by Kyoya.
"Haruhi, I may need your help."
"Why me?" she asked, as they exited through the door and around the corner.
"Well, I think Tamaki's up to something."
"Big deal, when isn't the King up to something?" she asked, sarcastically.
Back in Music Room #3….
"Where did Haruhi go?" asked Tamaki, lifting up the piano's lid, followed by the couch.
"We don't know, boss, we just got back." Hikaru said.
"From where? HARUHI!!!" asked Tamaki, popping up from underneath Honinozuka's table.
"Our room." Kaoru responded.
"WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY LITTLE GIRL?!?!?!?!?! HARUHI!!!!!" he screamed at the Hiitachiin twins.
"'Your little girl'? I thought we discussed this boss." Hikaru said. "Haruhi's not your little girl, she's just your friend."
"You still didn't answer me! How dare you hurt her?!" he brought his tone near to a growl, catching Mori's attention immediately and making Honey drop his fork. Immediately, they both jumped in between the Hiitachiins' and the raging Host Club King.
"We haven't touched her, boss." They said, simultaneously.
"Really?" he asked, still very skeptical.
"Is this all about Haru-chan?"
"Yes…" said Tamaki.
"She went to go talk to Kyoya, I'm not sure about what." Honey informed him.
"That's because it's none of our business, Honinozuka." Mori said. At this, Tamaki took off running toward the door, but Mori caught him by his shoulder.
"Don't do that again, or we might actually hurt you next time by accident. Got it?"
"Yes. Thank you." Tamaki said and took off for the door, screaming. "HARUHI!!! WHAT DID KYOYA DO WITH **SLAM** MY HARUHI?!?!?!?!?!"
Back outside….
"This time it's about keeping the Host Club running, I think he wants to go to the Math Club for help, but I don't and if he goes against me it won't matter what anyone does, because I won't give him the budget numbers, and the club will die anyway."
"So…. Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I want you to find out if he plans on going against me."
"I don't think so. And since when do you like this club?"
"Oh, I think so. Otherwise, I'll make you a permanent member of the Host Club and you know how Tamaki and the twins would LOVE that. Having someone to torture on a daily basis – forever." He replied, ignoring her first question.
"Why would they need me? They already have you." Haruhi retorted, he was leaning over her, blocking her every exit now.
"But I'm just like them." Kyoya explained, leaning in closer to her ear. "Possibly inheriting one of Japan's top business', rich.... and male."
"---MY HARUHI?! HARUHI!!!" they heard Tamaki screaming from around the corner.
"Well?" Kyoya asked.
"Uh…." More quickly then Haruhi would've thought possible, Kyoya backed away from her and pulled her so that it look as if they had just come around the corner, and they were walking innocently back to the music room, so that nobody would suspect him of blackmailing her in the least, and he let go of her hand just in time for Tamaki to dart around the corner and knock her over with an excruciatingly tight bear hug and a cry of "HARUHI!!!!! I FOUND YOU!!!!"
"Um…. Yeah, you did – ow, what was that?"
"Tamaki, I think you drove her into the steps."
"Oh, no, Haruhi!!! Are you okay?"
"Please, Tamaki, stop. Kyoya, can you take a look at my head?"
"Um…. Of course." He responded, confused why she trusted him again so fast after he had just blackmailed her not even two minutes ago.
"What's wrong? Is it a concussion? It's a concussion, isn't it?! I'm so sorry, Haruhi! I never wanted to hurt you!!!!" Tamaki said hurriedly.
"Well, there's no blood, but you'll have a migraine for while." Kyoya said, laughing a little at Tamaki.
"So I feel, hey, what's so funny?" asked Haruhi.
"He's hysterical, and you're both still clueless. I really feel bad for you guys sometimes." Kyoya said. Haruhi and Tamaki exchanged glances, though Tamaki was still in panic mode, so it was barely noticeable.
"So, what were you talking to Haruhi about anyway?" Tamaki asked.
"Nothing much, ideas for the Host club, that kind of thing."
"What did she say?"
"Well, she has an interesting point of view, and she gave me some food for thought."
"That doesn't tell me much." Tamaki muttered.
"I'm still here, you know." Haruhi said, irritated.
"Anyway, we'd better get back, the way I left everyone in there probably thinks we're in London by now." Tamaki said and wrapped an arm around Haruhi's shoulders for what he considered to be necessary support and they headed back to Music Room #3 ahead of Kyoya.
"That idiot." Kyoya muttered, then began to follow the couple away from the staircase.
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"So…. You think Kyoya has a soft side?"
"And he's finally showing it."
"But why?"
"That's the question."
"I've got it!" Tamaki cried, as he finally stopped pacing.
"Really boss?" asked Hikaru.
"Yes! Haruhi!" he cried, pointing, and causing Kyoya's eyes to slightly widen.
"Huh?" asked the rest of the Host Club, all staring at Tamaki as though he was crazy.
"Why aren't you paying attention? Have you lost all respect for me?!" Tamaki asked, freaking out because he thought she was more interested in twirling a strand of her hair then paying attention to him.
'Oblivious, as always. I knew it, but…. at least it'll make this more interesting.'
"Hm? Oh, sorry sempai." Haruhi said.
"Anyway…. Hitachiins, you are the trouble-making cousins, Mori, you are the favorite Grandfather, Honey, you're the overly affectionate Grandmother, and Haruhi YOU are the unique Aunt. I'm so happy I finally figured that out." Tamaki said, grinning.
'Unique? What does that mean?'