The school for the descendants of noble and wealthy people, nothing happens just like that. Here today can be seen squatting boys from Class 3A near the principal's office and barely suppressed laughter. The reason for unbridled fun was one - a laptop, or rather what it showed. By the way, young men - two "founding father", known in the whole school host club. The fair-haired, bright-eyed son of the director named school - Tamaki Suo, and wiping the snow-white silk handkerchief came running from the tears of laughter, the best friend of Tamaki and president of their class, also known as the Shadow King - Kyouya Otori. Young people having fun, watching as their close friend, about whom everyone thought that she was a boy, tried to fend off the headmaster, in other words Tamaki's father.
-In the office of the Principals-
-Have you read the Webster?
-Do you mean the American writer?
-Yes, - happily exclaimed father of Tamaki, handing fluttered Haruhi the big pack full of excellent quality paper.
- Ano ... Why would I do? - She said, turning the paper in the hands
- Do you know why I started a scholarship at this school?
- No, sir, - Haruhi tried to move away from the persistent parent, a friend of her, but failed, tripping over a carpet. Tamaki was wanted to run to save the daughter, but was withheld Kyouya.
- Because, - eyes fourty eight year old Yudzuru Suo covered with a dreamy haze - I wanted to be a long-legged Uncle.
- Sorry, of course - Haruhi with all her honesty and candor stated - our situation is somewhat different.
-Why another? - Yudzuru eyes became suspiciously resemble someone's "puppy eyes"
-At first, I'm not an orphan, I have a father.
-But he's busy all the time, you're always alone, then an orphan.
Haruhi 's thoughts: Terrible logic.
-No, Mr. Suo, an orphan, is the one child whose parents are both physically dead.
-How can you speak so awfully!
-It's not me - shrugged Haruhi - these things define orphans in the legal dictionary.
-Horrible dictionary, it should be written off!
-Secondly, as I recall, the book difference in age between the Abbot Jerusha and Jervis Pendelton was 7 years old, while ours with you is about 22 years.
-And what, you will call me that and write those wonderful touching letter?
- I respect your choice in the American romantic literature of the early 20 th century, but still I will not call you that.
- But why, why, why? - If it was Tamaki, Haruhi thought, he had got into his little corner after the first thing she said.
- Do you even remember what the book's end?
- No.
- Now I see that Tamaki senpai is definitely your son.
- True he's a wonderful, admit you love him.
-I love him, but not in the sense of what you think. And let's close the topic with "uncle".
- So, what book's over? - In the eyes of the director flashed a genuine interest.
-Marriage. Jerusha and Jervis.
- And this is all that prevents you, call me Uncle?
-Yes.
-But you can be engaged to my son and then call me uncle.
-Generally - Haruhi put her hand on a stack of paper, which she received from the director - I can not be engaged to your son.
- Why? - Yudzuru's voice was surprised and hurt at the same time.
- I'm already engaged, and I will be grateful if my betrothed and his friend, unplugged the webcam and stop fighting in hysterical as our selfproclaimed manager
In the front-office of the director-
-How does she know about the camera? - Genuinely puzzled asked Tamaki.
-Otoris known to all, - proudly answered Kyouya.
