Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club. If I did, it would be called 'The Nekozawa Chronicles' instead.

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Kyoya has always kept immaculate records. His little black book is filled with notes about clients, hosts, budgets, damages, and debt – more specifically Haruhi's debt. Each little column had amounts tallied at the bottom, and notes next to every addition to the arrears, and every reduction. Most of the latter were pitiful; two hundred, maybe three hundred, and every so often a larger like seven thousand. The large ones were from the numerous auctions that sold things like the Host Club's pens and china. As a Host, she technically got a cut of the proceedings. The notes beside those numbers said things like 'mechanical pencil' and 'spoon'.

The small ones, though, were rather odd. They were quite regular – one or two each Host Club meeting. And it was only when Kyoya was tallying the debt at the end of the month that he noticed them. They hadn't been there before last month. The troubling thing was the note he had next to each reduction. 'A smile' was the most common. Next was 'A laugh', and third was 'cosplay day - cute'. He stared at the neat rows and columns for a very long time. He only vaguely remembered writing the odd subtractions; he was the only one who could have gotten to his book, but only Tamaki would have written something so stupid and ditzy, and he knew the King's handwriting.

Even his superior brain and amazing talent could not crack this mystery. Why were they there? Why had he, Ootori Kyoya, written in 'cosplay day – cute'?

It was at that moment he realized he was in love.

He almost fainted at the mere thought.

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He decided a few weeks after his startling revelation that he no longer wanted to marry for traditional power. He wanted the power of love more than that. And he wanted to win her fairly – which was even more of a surprise.

Fujioka Haruhi was to be his wife – even if he had to kill Tamaki to make that happen.

So, in the great and longstanding tradition of the dramatic Host Club, Kyoya pulled her away from the rest one day, under the pretense of discussing her debt. He had prepared for this for several hours, and already had his speech memorized. He had had to make it very blunt, in order to make sure she would get the message, but it was all in there. He took a deep breath, and –

"Okay, so how much do I have left?" she asked, ready to go home after a bad day, and not in the mood to discuss her outrageous debt to a calculating, rich, annoying host.

Kyoya began.

And ended. The middle sounded something like 'I love you.'

Haruhi blinked, and turned a beautiful shade of red – like the roses Tamaki was fond of, and the strawberries Hunny had just imported from Europe.

"Um, sempai, were you practicing for a play or something? Because it sounds really fun. Really good. Had me fooled for a minute there. Sorry, I have to go, see you tomorrow, tell everyone bye for me."

It was then Kyoya knew he was never going to have Haruhi.

It was also then that he realized that Tamaki was standing right behind him.

"That…" Tamaki sniffled "…was so beautiful!" he gave Kyoya a giant hug, sobbing into his uniform. He rolled his eyes.

Oh well, he thought, at least I know I'll always have Tamaki.

A shudder passed through his very soul at the thought. Always Tamaki.

It was then that he realized he might just go insane.