Title: When Wishes Are Granted

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character's in this story.

Summery: Kyoya finds himself in Yuuko's shop with a wish she says she can grant.

Warning: Yaoi, and rated M for a good reason.

Summer was never something Kyoya took pleasure in. The heat didn't bother him as much as the fact he had so much free time on his hands. During the school year he had hours of his day used for school, homework, and of course the host club. And when all that was done, Tamaki always had something up his sleeve to do or plan. But during summer he'd read, and at least three times a week Tamaki dragged him away to do something, or he'd have some crazy idea for the club. Kyoya also had a few things to attend with his family, but that still left hours on end unfilled. And he was a man that liked to remain busy, if he could do so. Today was one of his unfilled days, and he had chosen to leave the house and take a walk. It was strange even to him to have this urge, but there was nothing else for him to do, so he followed it. Turn after turn he let his feet go where they please, only pausing to look at a text from Tamaki. From what he understood the blonde was planning a trip to an amusement park, and was inviting him to come tomorrow. He really wished that things were planned even two days before they were set to happen. Except you can never have that with Tamaki; it's always a spur of the moment thing.

Kyoya paused glancing to his right, there was a small building, and crescent moons decorated the high fence and structure. He found it peculiar that there would be such a high fence and there not be a gate. The structure of the building its self wasn't bizarre, but two things stood out. The location and the fact that it felt as if he was suppose to go in, but that was crazy, the place looked like someone's home. Against better judgment he walked to the door and knocked. If no one answered then he would leave and ignore this weird feeling, if someone answered, well he wasn't sure what he would do. There was a few inaudible yells from with in, and then a boy about his age opened the door. He looked like a male version of a housewife to Kyoya, though he had better manners then to say so. "You must be a customer of Yuuko. Come this way, she's to lazy to come greet you."

"I heard that Watanuki!" Kyoya followed the boy inside. The shop didn't seem out of the ordinary, but nothing was up for sale. He idly wondered what he got himself into before he was in front of a very coy looking woman. "How can I help you?"

Kyoya watched her in an almost suspicious manner. "I don't know what you do. I just now learned this is a shop." Two girls danced around the boy named Watanuki in a sing song voice calling him slow. They obviously thought it was a known fact this place was a shop.

"This is a shop for granting wishes."

"I do not have any, so I'll be taking my leave." He saw no reason to stay when what she sold he didn't have. Not that he believed that the woman could grant wishes anyway.

"If you didn't have a wish you couldn't see this shop. Doesn't it seem weird that a small shop is located in such a high rise area?"

Kyoya pushed his glasses up a smirk starting to curve onto his lips. "I do have something I want. The largest profit earning company that my family owns given to me. You don't know who I am so I'm sure you won't know what company that is."

"It's Salish Co. They create, sell and design most anything a hospital uses. They have over nine hundred hospitals in Japan alone buying goods from them, Kyoya." Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Watanuki watching him, as though waiting to show how surprised he was.

"That's all correct, but how do you plan to grant this wish? You are not part of my family, nor do you have any connection to them."

"You just have to do as I say, and pay me what is equal to the wish. Can you do both of those?" Kyoya raised an eyebrow at the leer forming on not only her face, but also her small round furry companions. The black fuzz ball had what appeared to be sake in its hands.

"What is it I have to do?"

"If you want the company you have to marry. I even have someone in mind who could marry you; it could be part of the payment he owes me." Kyoya looked to his left as the male housewife started to, was that dancing?

"Yuuko your not thinking me are you! I like Himawari, and besides that I'm not gay!" Watanuki was flailing around shouting; he found this worse than when Tamaki is in an especially good mood. Kyoya clinched his teeth blocking him out, and that was easier said than done.

"Watanuki it won't work if it isn't you. Besides I'm sure this gentleman will treat you kindly, like you disserve." There was a low snicker from Yuuko and the fuzz ball. He glanced down as the two girls danced around him singing 'a wedding, a wedding,'

"I'll humor both you and your friend and try it. Though I'm quite sure this won't work." He turned to leave highly doubting his father would give him a business if he was with another man. Nevertheless it wouldn't hurt him to try it, he wasn't getting one anyway. "Oh by the way you won't be getting the payment until I have the business."

"That's fine, but I would start thinking about what you're going to pay me with."

From the shop he took a taxi to a jewelry store. It didn't matter if they were both men, and they were not it love, he wanted to do it the right way. Just incase the wish was granted. The inside of the store sparkled and light music played from over head speakers. Dozens of cases filled the room, holding jewelry ranging from rings with big gems, to bracelets with miniscule designs. He deiced to go for a white gold band, with a not quite small diamond. Kyoya wanted to take care of his fiancée, and buying expensive things for him was one way he planed to do it. Though he was sure shopping for a man in a jewelry store was harder than shopping for any woman. The ring had to be elegant and something to show their wealth, but it couldn't be to feminine. The ring box was black velvet, though he didn't prefer handling that particular fabric. Maybe he would stop by tomorrow on his way to the amusement park at the shop. If he did so, he could get the proposing part of this out of his way. Had Watanuki succumbed to his fate or was he still dancing around yelling at the shop owner he wondered.

The ride home was cold, and he shivered slightly in the backseat of the taxi. He kept his head down as he walked into the house. The main hall was still and faintly lit, what time was it anyway? As he headed for his room he glanced at the clock on the wall, it read 7:30 pm. Everyone was probably still out on business or something else so he would have the home relatively to himself. There were constantly workers around his house; there wasn't a day he could recall not seeing one. Even when he was little, they were his siblings and his caregivers. Father always had work, or something work related. And Mother out shopping or spending time with her friends. The family only spent time together when it would look good on their name, or it would help get a business deal.

Kyoya flipped on the light switch to his room, it was his sanctuary. It's where the outside world couldn't touch as easily, except his sister. She was always going threw his things, why he would never understand. Sliding down onto his couch he sighed continently. Today had been eventful, and so would tomorrow. He leaned back flicking open the book he had been reading earlier that day. His eyes scanned the room, how soon before his safe haven was disrupted? Till someone else was walking around, what would that be like? Perhaps Watanuki would keep to himself, sit on the other couch or a chair. Maybe they wouldn't even share a bed; some married couples didn't, so he had heard. Why they didn't he wasn't sure of, he had thought that weird. Unless the marriage had been forced upon the couple at birth, then that was understandable.

That sounded lonesome to be married with nothing more than that. Even if it was only friendship, at least that would be something. He was determined if nothing else to have that in his marriage, besides it was lonely even for him to go to bed every night with no one to hold. He shook his head noticing that when he shifted he subconsciously made room for someone else, and his arm was draped over the couch as if to hold someone. Kyoya set the book down retiring to his empty bed. The cell was on his nightstand, if he was as desperate as felt he could call one of the clients. A number of them would squeal with joy to be invited to spend the night with him. He almost laughed at the thought of Tamaki finding out that he had been having sexual relationships with the girls. The blonde would probably create a class on how to treat women for him. Saying something along the lines of 'Kyoya how could you toy with a poor girls heart, intercourse is sacred and should only be had by a married couple.' If only Tamaki knew he was the only virgin male in the host club.

He rolled over trying to block out the images of a naked Honey barking orders at Mori to suck him, and the twins rendezvous during the trip to the beach. Those were images he could live without. Come to think of it was Tamaki straight or gay, or a flamboyant straight man? Kyoya had never thought about it, his best friend's sexuality was not a concern to him. However now that he was being forced to think about his own, or changing his was a better way to put it. The question nagged him because he had never seen which way the blonde swung. They were Mommy and Daddy, so that and his flamboyant nature points to gay. But his seductive and flirtatious looks were always sent towards women. On the contrary he was willing to welcome Haruhi as a client when he thought she was a he. Again the cell was on the nightstand; he could just call and ask. Yep, call and ask his best friend if he was gay at one o'clock in the morning, sounds reasonable don't you think? He could just wait till morning, or watch him closely.

Giving an agitated grown he reached for the phone and hit the speed dial for Tamaki. How was he going to rationalize this to Tamaki, would he even question why? Probably not knowing him, he'd just be happy Kyoya was taking an interest in his love life. That would cause hell when Tamaki actually got one. The phone rang three times before a husky from sleep voice answered. The blonde on the other end of the phone yawned after his hello, and then as though he noticed the time quickly asked if everything was alright. "Everything is fine; I just have a quick question."

"It couldn't wait till morning, well ok. It must be important if you're calling this early." From the sounds of it a half-asleep Tamaki was a bit more logical than a fully awake one.

"I was just thinking about different things and it accrued to me that I don't know your gender preference."

"You called to ask me if I gay at one in the morning? Are you drunk or have something on your mind?" Kyoya looked at the phone, was Tamaki being a smartass, or was he plain just a different person when woken up early. Not the first person who was different when tired, Honey an himself were both prime examples of that.

"I assure you I'm not drunk, I was just questioning my own. And seeing as I've never seen you with a man or a woman, I was merely curious."

"Mon ami what's on your mind, it's not like you to question something like that." This was the problematical part, what would he tell him? I'm a straight guy who's getting married to a man for my family's business, and I want to have someone to hold so I'm trying to turn gay. Not something you would tell someone who is against greed and all about true love. An idea sparked in his mind and he let the words glide gracefully off his tongue.

"Excluding Haruhi from this, seeing as she does not fit the criteria. Other than perhaps you and myself the host club is made up of couples, all being men. It just made me wonder about my preference, and that led to me speculate about yours." Once the words left his mouth he knew he had made a slip. The pause on the other line left no room for doubt, Tamaki had caught on.

"Kyoya are you saying you're curious about mine because you want to be with me?" The expression on the other man's face had to be priceless, if it wasn't for the circumstances.

"That's not why I asked about yours. I just know for a fact, seeing with my own eyes about the others. I have no proof of you leaning either way."

"Unless you're straight, or at least remaining straight the host club is made of a bunch of gay men who like to make women happy. I've just never found a man that has peaked an interest passed the looks, for a relationship anyway."

"That's all I had to ask, goodnight Tamaki."

"Night mon ami."

This whole wanting company was screwing with him. If he wasn't so focused on that he wouldn't have slipped up like that. Honestly he had no romantic interest in him, but he should have chosen his words more carefully. Tamaki might not of believed Kyoya when he said he didn't want to be with him. As hard as he tried to deny it, if he lost the blonde as a friend, it would hurt him. And things like that seemed to wreck quite a lot of friendships.

Authors Notes: I'm so proud of this story! I'm doing so well on it, definitely my best work so far! Please review and tell me what you think.