So I've decided that my new favorite Ouran shipment is TamaKyo! ^.^ Thank you, LumaniiDoesFanFiction. :P So, to honor my new favorite shipment, I'm going to be writing a new series called 'Rumor Has It'! It won't be updated all that often, but I'll try my best. :D

Summary: Rumor has it Kyoya has begun to develop feelings for a certain host. But is it the wrong one? What if they don't think the same way? And what if the rumors are true? Rated M for later chapters.


Chapter 1

Kyoya's POV

I was in the middle of a particularly good part of my book when Tamaki burst through the door, skipping and dancing and singing happily. He saw me up on the windowsill and bounded gracefully over to me. "Mommy, I have great plans for this club!"

Great. I can remember too well what happened last time Tamaki had great plans for our club.

"Mommy, I didn't mean to knock over the fountain! I'll clean all the water up! I promise!"

"I'd rather not hear them," I regarded without looking up. He only continued.

"So, I was thinking, maybe if there was a certain relationship budding in the club..."

I sighed and stood up. "Tamaki, just ask Haruhi out already." With that, I left the room, leaving him to think about what I had said.

I went to class, seeing as how it was my free period and I was needed in class. I took my seat and patiently waited for Tamaki to show, but to my surprise, he didn't.

The period ended and I was able to walk swiftly and quickly through the halls. Still there was no Tamaki. I took my seat at the next class and watched the clock intently. No Tamaki.

The bell rang and it was lunchtime. I fought against the wave of students heading for the courtyard and the cafeteria and instead went to the music room, only to find Tamaki carefully searching around the room for...something. "Ahem," I cleared my throat as he neared my couch and table, where my black notebook sat. He looked up at me.

"Hi Mommy. Shouldn't you be eating?"

"I could say the same to you, now couldn't I?"

He shook his head. "I'm not eating today."

"Why not?"

"I'm too busy...thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

He sighed and sat down on my couch, his eyes glancing from me to my notebook to his hands. He patted the couch next to him, inviting me to sit next to him. I did. "What's this all about, Tamaki?"

"Look...rumor has it you've got it in for one of the hosts. I've been trying to find out who by searching for clues...I just want you to be happy, after all." He chuckled dryly. "I know it was wrong of me to invade on your personal space, but I need to know who this person is. Who it is you like. I'm sorry," he mumbled, standing up and leaving.

"That's what's going around?" I asked the room. It only echoed my own question back at me. "How did he come to that conclusion?"

Tamaki's head peeked in the door once more. "It's Haruhi, isn't it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, my face straight and blank.

Tamaki smiled. "It's totally Haruhi!" He left once more.

"Yup, totally Haruhi," I muttered to myself, picking up the black notebook and flipping through it. I stopped on the very last page, which was actually a folder. I slipped a small photo out of it and smiled softly at it. Memories of the time the photo was taken rushed back to my memory.

"Hold still, Mitsukuni," Mori muttered, holding a squirmy Hunny in a very medieval-looking outfit. He giggled and struggled to pull himself out of the taller man's hands.

Haruhi sat between each of the twins on the nice wooden bench. She wore a ruffled blouse and a rather short skirt (but she let the twins pick out her outfit, so what else was there to expect, really?) and her hair was in a short loose braid.

Tamaki and Kyoya stood behind the bench and a little to the left as they posed. Kyoya, with his usual smirk, had one hand steadying himself with the edge of the bench. Tamaki was standing tall, casually posing in his medieval themed attire. Kyoya, of course, was wearing the same as him.

"Say cheese," the photographer said, and Hunny froze from squirming. He smiled at the camera along with the rest. Hikaru and Kaoru wrapped their arms around Haruhi's shoulders happily, her being used to the sensation. She gave that usual 'Haruhi' look. Tamaki sneaked an arm around Kyoya's waist just as the picture was snapped, and that's how it remained in the photo to this day.

"The rumors aren't wrong," Kyoya murmured to himself. "Daddy's just got the wrong host."