Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran as much as I wish I did! I make absolutely no money for this and am only doing it for my own amusement.

A week's vacation hadn't been long enough. Well really it had been no vacation at all because although Haruhi had specifically stated she was going to spend it studying instead she ended up with the entire host club poking in from time to time and in the end just dragging her out all together. First was the pool side, then was the day in Tokyo, visiting Kyoto...they kept talking about taking her to some island in the Caribbean but that was luckily halted when Ranka absolutely refused to allow her a passport. Now they were once more back in session and it was almost a relief. Walking towards the golden gates of Ouran High she felt some of the tension of break leave her. No matter how much she wouldn't admit it aloud it had been nice to have them around. She would have missed them if the host members had actually left her alone. The brown haired girl let matching chocolate eyes gaze up towards the upper windows of the school with her ever present easy-going smile. Still, at least in school she could study.

"Ha-"

"-ru-"

"-hi!" Two voices first separate and then ending as one came to run to her side. The matching red haired demons throwing arms over shoulders as they stood ever taller than her. She could swear in a week they had managed to grow even more, but preferred not to think of it keeping eyes stead fast to the front as the very Haruhi expression of unamusement crossed her face.

"Aren't you both here a bit early?" She said flatly and even daring to pick up the pace a bit.

"Haruhi," they both whined "Aren't you being a just a bit harsh?" The one on her right, Kaoru added.

"We are just trying to say good morning!" Hikaru finished and the brown haired girl could only roll her eyes letting fingers move to smooth over the edge of the blue boys uniform and showing distinct indifference.

"Ohayo then." She added at last letting her eyes look up at both of them before giving them a smile and continueing to walk. All this was watched by the cool gaze of another inside the school.

Kyouya Ootori sat in one of the upper libraries. A small tucked away room with a window that showed out to the paved walk towards the gate and the street beyond. He was here unseasonably early, normally one to sleep in horribly late to try to get every last ounce of rest he could, but today he had a purpose. Eyes hidden by the light's glare on his thin frames was finished a cold and to many frightening smile that took to his normally stone like face. His book sat forgotten in his hand as he watched them approach the school, Haruhi's gaze always steadfast to the front. In his other hand he raised his phone to gaze at the screen. The annoying thing was normally kept hidden in his left pocket. He hated the devices they were a distraction and an excuse for Tamaki or any other member (or worse yet his sister) to call him at any ungodly hour to pull him into some form of scheme. For this reason it was normally kept off and kept on his body as a formality only. But today it was on. The shimmering screen showing a plain green background, nothing like the overly exuberant ones Tamaki kept on his own phone, or the bright and garish the twins kept. No, just a simple green screen reflected off his glasses for a moment before he looked back out the window. The twins were gone along with Haruhi but he didn't care about that. His eyes were on some one else.

"Ah, he's right on time." He couldn't hold back the amusement in his tone as he watched the blond self named king of the host club rushing towards the school at full throttle. He was panting with the speed in which he was moving long legs stretching down to feet slapping against the pavement as he took one look at his watch before rushing ahead. A red tone of worry and exertion taking to his face. Apparently his message had hit a tone unintended for the man almost looked panicked. He watched as Tamaki's hand dove into his pocket and pulled out his phone with a grip that almost broke the plastic contraption. Kyouya smirked wickedly as he hit the green button to answer before the first ring could echo into the room.

"Ohayo Tamaki." His voice disinterested and aloof as always.

"Ohayo?! OHAYO?!" His voice was furious and looking down to the walk he actually saw him screaming into the phone holding it in front of his mouth before he dashed into the school. Kyouya had to pull his mask around himself with all his might in order not to laugh."You send me a message like that and all you have to say is Ohayo?!"

"Gomen Tamaki. Apparently my message gave you a fright. It wasn't meant to." He was quick to wipe the smile off his face as he heard the voice coming closer and soon enough the door was thrust open and he hung up his phone in the same moment.

"I want to know the meaning of this-NOW!" Tamaki's face was red and he was panting with exertion from taking the stairs at such a pace. Even with his long legs the flights of stairs taken two at a time were tiring and it caused his shoulders to raise and fall like he was some large bird. He moved to a seat and pulled it out before flopping into it taking the moment to collect himself as his hand obscured his face the long fingers hiding into his golden locks. None of his usual grace was around his form and beneath the hiding mask of his hand he looked absolutely frightened. Kyouya's head tilted but only slightly at this before looking down to his book with interest. "Kyouya!" Tamaki was standing again, hands thumping against the table as he looked at his friend with a mixture of fear, confusion, and above all irritation, "I said I wanted an explanation!"

Kyouya's head moved back up and a humorless expression stared at him, so humorless it almost made the Host king pale and he audibly cleared his throat. "What Tamaki? My message should have explained everything." His eyes moved back down to the book and obvious sign that there was nothing more to the conversation.

Tamaki was taken aback by this, in truth he didn't really listen to it. All he heard was mention of their fathers and something about Haruhi and he was throwing on clothes before hearing anything else. A sheepish tone snuck into his voice as he began to press his index fingers together repeatedly blonde hair coming to cover his eyes. "Ano, I didn't really listen to it Kyouya."

"I thought as much." The shadow king responded. He rose then setting his book to the side as long pale fingers adjusted his glasses. "It seems the...events at the festival has clued our fathers' into the exact situation in which Haruhi lies, more importantly her sex." He let a poignant pause past as he looked away from his friend seeming to take a great amount of interest in the far wall. "To the point that they have begun speaking of her future."

Tamaki paled. Though he respected his father greatly, his grandmother... even thinking of her made him do a whole body shiver causing a visible wave to pass from his toes before spiking his hair and ending at the top of his head. His eyes faced down hiding them beneath his golden locks once more. His grandmother had made it painfully apparent how disappointed she was after the Eclair fiasco and just how cultureless she viewed Haruhi. If she knew Haruhi was actually a girl... he didn't want to think of what the old harpy would do with that knowledge. His hands balled into little fists of anger as he stood there letting his shoulders shake slightly.

"Luckily they seem to think her situation should be kept secret. Your father going so far as to seal her records." His smile widened then as Tamaki visibly relaxed and his coal colored eyes grabbed onto the violet of the more exuberant of the pair who up to this point had been strangely silent. "The problem is however that I had to have Haruhi's clothes tailored to keep it a secret." He looked at Tamaki pointedly but the large innocent eyes showed he obviously did not get the point. " I don't know how long we can keep anyone else from finding out."

There was a strange progression that came over the blond male's face. First a huge wave of confusion causing his eyes to widen then slowly as if sparks had been set off his mouth fell open and eyes widened even more as horror, and then panic over took his face. Hands raised to each cheek and the movement that had taken a few mere seconds came to full rotation as he looked towards Kyouya with the largest puppy eyes the colder student had ever seen."Okasan!" Tamaki cried his eyes bright with alarm and welling with bead sized tears, "Surely we can protect our daughter's secret! You already had her clothes tailored, so we can keep the secret for at least a little while longer!" His large violet eyes like a shimmering with the begging look most could not resist. But Kyouya would have none of it today.

He stood and in two steps crossed to the table where Tamaki stood on the other side letting a hand come slamming down, stopping his cries. "Don't be a fool Tamaki." His voice still calm as his white palm sat against the dark wood the thud of their contact still echoing. "There is no way to hide this forever. We would be lucky to hide it for six months."

"Why?" His large eyes showing how confused he truly was.

He really is clueless, he thought as he stared down at him before looking away. "Tsk." He eased the air out of his lungs and relaxed his shoulders standing away from the table and letting his hands move into the pockets of his creased black trousers. "She's growing Tamaki. She'll be come more and more feminine as each year goes by. We can hide it for a few months, maybe even a year, but eventually some one will notice."

Tamaki frowned then as he once more sat into the chair rested his chin into his hand staring out the window past him. A far away look took his eyes, one of the few times when one could tell Tamaki was being serious, and above all sad. The melancholy to them causing their purple hue to deepen. A look his friend had only seen when he thought of his mother. So he had already realized? Kyouya thought with amusement.

"Well then what do you propose okasan?" He said after a few moments of silence had passed, his eyes moving to corners to look at Kyouya for only a moment before looking away once more.

"A game."

Tamaki's eyes rose in surprise, clouded over even more by confusion. "A game?" His head tilted as he blinked once, then twice before adding, "You are suggesting a game to solve this?"

"Hai Tamaki." His grin widened then, "what better than to have Haruhi admit herself that she is in fact a girl?" He let it sink in as absolute horror began to set into Tamaki's face he knew where this was going. Already his inner theatre was in full motion and he barely heard him add " It might be good for the host club. A female host could bring in new revenue."

In his mind he saw Haruhi in the standard yellow dress surrounded by a sea of faceless males. Cooing for her attention! There was a mob of them and he couldn't get through! They gave her flowers, and she giggled coyly, even acceping a kiss on the cheek from one of the boys! He kept trying to get over them shouting "Haruhi, Haruhi Haruhiiii!!!!" A hand clamped down on his shoulder and he came back out of it staring at Kyouya that was holding him by his jacket collar.

"I don't know what you were just imagining , nor do I care to." He said in a curt whisper before letting go causing Tamaki to almost fall as he was teetered between the chair and the table he'd been climbing in an attempt to get to mind Haruhi. He sheepishly stepped back down and sunk back into his seat.

"As I was saying," He continued "we have never thought of hosting males before, and I am sure Haruhi would be quite popular."

"What?!" He shouted jumping from his seat once more and Kyouya was sure by the end of it his popping in and out of the piece of wood would cause it to break. But he was crossing to Kyouya now eyes bright with alarm, "are you proposing having her host BOYS?! Boys flocking around MY daughter for affection?" He crossed arms across his chest half turning away from Kyouya in false disgust.

"Yes, that is precisely what I am proposing."

"I won't have it. Not in my house okasan." He stamped a foot against the ground for added affect as he held his head up and away from Kyouya.

"Well then otousan what if we absolve her of her debt?" Tamaki's ears drooped.

"But if we do that...she won't come to the host club anymore." He seemed absolutely despondant as he once more flopped into the chair with the black cloud of depression coming about him like a shroud.

Kyouya was unsure why he did it but he let him wallow in it for a moment before saynig. "Not if she is dating one of the members."

Tamaki almost fell out of his chair at the easy way he said it. His eyes staring up at Kyouya white as a sheet as he gasped and rocked the chair back on two legs. It was like he was sending her to the grave! HIS beautiful daughter...DATING?! She wasn't old enough, she wouldn't be old enough if she was thirty to be with OTHER boys! "What, exactly, are you suggesting Kyouya! If you are saying we should-"

Before he could get any more melodramatic Kyouya raised a hand to silence him "Like I said before, a game." He let his eyes sneak a glance at his classmate to see his was listening, as well as sulking. "The objective is two fold. To get Haruhi to admit to being female, second is to convince her to date one of the members of the club." His eyes looked sidelong at his friend who had once more left his seat and taken to pacing across the room at this point.

He stopped after a moment looking to him with his thumb and forefinger still cupping his chin "Any member?" His brows were raised in interest.

Kyouya shrugged "Yes, I suppose so."

He tapped his forefinger against his chin as if he was pondering something before turning in a swirl of motion (with added rose affect) and pointing an accusatory finger at Kyouya "Then why are only the two of us here?!" He cried as if he was pronouncing the death of a horrible maiden eating dragon (which in Tamaki's mind at this moment he was) " Shouldn't we tell the rest of the club?"

Unfortunately for Tamaki, Kyouya had already prepared for this and said snidely, "Do you really want to give everyone a chance? Be truthful with yourself for once Tamaki." He shook his head before turning his coal gaze cruelly on Tamaki. "Hikaru? Kaoru? Mori? Would you really want to give them a chance at having her? Honey? Or even myself. Could you stand it Tamaki?"

Tamaki's face became more and more pale through out the conversation before he threw his head downward hiding his eyes as his shoulders shook. It was true, he was a jealous and possessive person and the way the twins even played around with her made his blood boil.

"Then why are you here?" Tamaki said flatly, his voice cold a sign of his anger.

"To be your competition." It flowed with ease unlike his emotional friend and he looked amused at the emotional roulette Tamaki was playing.

Tamaki stopped in his tracks almost turning to stone except questions overtook his shock and he whirled in a flurry of speech "YouwantachanceatHaruhi?Sincewhen?How?Whydidn'tyouevertellmeI'myourbestfriend-"

He was near tears at this point grabbing Kyouya by the suit jacket as his voice took on ever higher octaves , and Kyouya had had enough. "Calm down Tamaki. You give yourself too much credit thinking I hold any feelings for Haruhi." His eyes were cold and annoyed staring down at the blond male.

"Nani?" His eyes stared wide at the slightly taller host member, an aghast look on his face. It was obvious he didn't understand it as he kept trying to think of what this meant.

Kyouya took it upon himself to explain "It isn't for any form of feeling for her." His eyes looked away as he stepped away from the now limp fingers of the Host King, letting them droop as he continued to 'eh' at him.

"Then why Kyouya? I don't understand why you would want any part of this. Absolving her debt would lose the club money..." His voice slowly lowered to a hush as he tried to think of a reason while his fingers drooped ever lower with confusion, but all he was greeted with was Kyouya's laugh.

"Really Tamaki. Not all relationships are based on love, or even a form of affection. In this particular case let's just say...it would be beneficial to me." He adjusted his glasses again before once more sitting against the window and picking up the book. He waited precisely three ticks on his watch before speaking once more. "Morning classes will be starting soon. Are you in or not?" His voice was completely calm as if they were simply talking about a card game, or a game of chess and not a battle against the most stubborn person either of them knew.

Tamaki however was a flurry of thought. Kyouya, himself, Haruhi, a million other things and then finally something clicked. An easy smile came on his face and fingers flicked hair out of his face. "Yes." This was surprising, Kyouya was sure he would have to blackmail him into it some how or raise the stakes but the cool and easy smile on his face showed Tamaki had something in mind. It added an interesting element and caused a slender eyebrow to raise. The host king put his hands in his pockets and turned heading to the door removing one hand to touch the brass of the doorknob. "And if you think you don't have feelings for her...you're a fool Kyouya." His voice was quiet barely above a whisper as he spoke the words. The door opened and he stepped through it leaving only the sound of footsteps and the soft clicking of the door closing once more.

In the quiet of the room he picked up the book once more. Letting his eyes scan over the page with ease while an amused smile took over his face. "A fool?" he said gently to the empty room, "What an interesting opinion."

**Author's Note: Well here is chapter one finished of my first ever fanfiction (wo0). Any of you who are reading this thank you so much for taking the time to read it and if it suits your fancy feel free to leave a review! Thanks so much.**