Dinners a Date

Chapter 1 – High Tea

'It's widely recognised as manners to acknowledge someone's presence… Or maybe not in his case.' Haruhi quirked an eyebrow at the enticing young man opposite her, 'lord I should kick him under the table…'

"Are you ready to order? Ootori-sama, Fujioka-san?" Haruhi turned her gaze to the young waiter; she gave him a polite smile. He was tall - with a slim build - this contributed to his towering appearance. He was clothed in a snow white shirt, jet black trousers and a cool grey waist coat. Ebony hair, swept back with only a few disobedient strands straying form their place. His eyes were heavily lashed which transformed his face into a rather soft and almost feminine picture.

"Ummmmm…?" She glanced back at Kyoya - who continued to be disinterested in the conversation – she coughed to try and catch her friend's attention. No response. "Uh…umm.. I'll have…"

"No. Thank you." Kyoya looked up for a second before turning back to his ever 'fascinating' laptop screen. His voice held an air of authority that demanded respect and had the ability to kill any kind of friendly banter and small talk.

'What on earth does he do on that thing? Actually I won't attempt to find out…'

The waiter's eyes widened considerably, however he regained his friendly demeanor quickly. He smiled at Haruhi, before placing his hand on his heart as a sign of respect - closed his eyes and bowed - he then added.

"Certainly. However if you decide that you do desire anything, I am at your service." He straightened his back - corrected his posture - before waltzing off to tend to his other guests.

Haruhi narrowed her eyes at Kyoya. Five years had completely transformed him - his face had slimmed out - pronouncing his slim jaw line and sharp chin. His skin had preserved its snow white colour and flawless complexion - which would have made many women jealous! His lips had retained their faint pink tinge - his trademark smirk teased the corners of his mouth. His glasses still remained at the tip of his slim nose - although he certainly had the money to get contacts - his glasses were part of his image, and also heightened his appeal. His eyes were still a pure, calming violet – a colour she only could, and would only associate with Kyoya.

"That was rude," Haruhi simply stated, Kyoya didn't even give the poor man the privilege of being acknowledged by arguably one of the richest men in all of Japan.

"Agreed, it's obvious that I am incredibly busy. Pointless questions will just distract me from what is an absolute necessity at the present moment." Kyoya didn't shift his gaze from his laptop screen. Haruhi cocked her head to the side; she raised a slender eyebrow, 'yeah... That's not what I meant.' She closed her eyes and sighed loudly. No response. She opened her chocolate eyes - she looked at Kyoya - He shifted his gaze to her. Characteristically his glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose. "Hmmm?" He questioned before propping his glasses back to their rightful place.

He snapped his laptop shut - his delicate fingers traced the rim before pushing it to the side. Upon his ring finger sat a ring, smug, a simple band of metallic ore. It's probably platinum, no it IS platinum; he wouldn't spare any expense.

"How is Hanako-san? Last I heard you had burdened her with your heir?" Haruhi's voice was laced with sarcasm as she asked her last question.

"I'll have you know, she was perfectly content with the idea of a child." Kyoya stated matter-of-factly.

"Of course," She remarked sarcastically. "Because that's what every woman wants when she's just gone 22."

"Figures say that about eighty percent of women at one stage in their life wish for children," He gave her one of his charming smiles before snapping his fingers "Tsuno! We are prepared to order." She watched as the man that had addressed them earlier walked over to them, a perfect smile placed upon his features.

'I wonder if it hurts to smile so much.'

"Of course," he bowed once again. He corrected his stance as he took a small book and a pen out of his waist coats chest pocket. "What can the Sukiyabashi Jiro offer you Ootori-sama?" He glanced at Haruhi and gave her a friendly smile, before adding, "Fujioka-san?"

"Well it's a little late for lunch, the time being 3:00pm... High tea." He simply stated before handing the menu back to the young waiter, "something light, and English tea - we don't want my companion getting fat." He gave Tsuno a humorous smile.

"Charmed," was Haruhi's reply as she chuckled lightly at Kyoya's cold humour.

"I don't think that's necessary, she is of perfect weight," Tsuno said politely.

"Do you take milk or sugar with your tea?"

"Just milk," Haruhi answered

"Soya milk and I prefer brown cane sugar if possible." The young man bowed low before walking off. 'Typical. Brown cane sugar? What's wrong with normal white caster sugar?'

"Well I'm certain that your wondering why I have invited you out for this meeting. After all I am happily married and of course, have no financial setbacks that require a loan from you." His voice dripped with sarcasm as he spoke.

"Go on?" Two waitresses manoeuvred themselves around the pair placing priceless china cups, saucers and plates down with a small selection of cutlery. Small handmade sweets and delicacies were placed in the centre of the table. The tea was serve.

"Hanako and I believe it's time you try and find someone."

"Bfffft!" She spat her tea back into her cup, "What?"

"Your father agrees, if that's any consolation." Haruhi looked at him disbelievingly.

"This isn't funny."

"Would I lie to you?"

"Do you honestly want me to answer that?"

"No. It was a rhetorical question. Being the lovely person in which I am. I have arranged, well you could call them 'dates' if you want, with fellow ex-host members." He placed flat a piece of paper on the table before sliding it over for Haruhi to inspect.

Tamaki Suoh - Friday 1st of July

Hikaru Hitachiin - Saturday 9th of July

Mitsukuni Haninozuka - Sunday 10th of July

Takashi Morinozuka - Wednesday 13th of July

"I'm afraid you can't have a 'date' with Kaoru as he is already engaged to his model girlfriend." Kyoya added whilst he adjusted his glasses.

"Who said I'd go on these 'dates'? I have rights you know."

"No you don't," was Kyoya's simple answer. "I'm afraid you have no choice."

"Says who?"

"That's irrelevant. Now be a good girl and drink your tea." He smiled widely.

'God, he loves his own sense of humour.'