Montage: one-shots and drabbles about Haruhi Fujioka, Kyoya Ootori or HaruhixKyoya.

Rated: K+ (for now)

First one-shot: Quarter

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club and their characters.

-naomiyukari08-

naomiyukari08 scribbles: Wow. This is a new thing for me. This is my first time writing an Ouran fanfic, but anyway, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If anyone had this idea, I swear I haven't read it or seen it. This was inspired by my first months in the new place I'm living now. I just want to get this out of my system. ;)

This story wasn't beta-read by my beta reader, but I've tried proofreading it for several times.

Thank you for reading.

Reviews/Comments/Constructive Criticisms/Suggestions/Requests are very welcome.

Montage is a French word meaning a blending of pictures, scenes or sounds.

Quarter means 25 cents.

It was a cool Saturday morning at the Ootori second mansion, where the new Mr. and Mrs. Kyoya Ootori live.

Kyoya Ootori was at their home office sitting at his table, a laptop opened in front of him. He was reading, answering and deleting important and not-so-important e-mails. The not-so-important e-mails all came from Tamaki who is now in France, asking how his daughter Haruhi is doing, then Haruhi Fujioka—now Ootori came bustling in, walking towards her table.

"Kyoya, do you have another quarter?" Haruhi asked emptying the container where her pens and pencils are placed and placing it back again.

Kyoya who is typing an information for his secretary didn't stop but answered his wife,

"Why do you need a quarter, Haruhi?" He asked as he looked at the screen of his laptop and typed some more.

Haruhi stopped mid-way from pulling her desk drawer and looked at her husband.

"Kyoya, its Saturday. I told you the other day that I'm going to meet a friend to help her buy baby stuffs." Haruhi replied lifting bundled papers from her drawer.

"Oh… I just need one quarter for heaven sake…" She whispered while pushing the drawer back.

"If you really need the money Haruhi, you can always use a credit card. I can lend you mine if you don't want to use yours." Kyoya said while checking if he forgot something to type for his secretary. Haruhi looked at Kyoya with a twitching eyebrow.

"Kyoya… I CANNOT USE A CREDIT CARD TO PAY FOR A BUS RIDE! I need an exact change, last night I readied 3.75 coins at my night table but when I woke up this morning I only have 3.50. The bus will soon arrive at the bus stop and if I don't find a quarter and if I don't start moving I'll be late for it and I'll have to wait for another hour."

Kyoya stopped typing; he pushed up his glasses and looked at Haruhi who is now rummaging her briefcase at her table.

"Then why not use the limo?" He suggested.

"Kyoya, Saturday is the day-off of the servants, no one's there to drive me… And don't you dare call them." Haruhi said as Kyoya was starting to dial a familiar number to him. He put down his Blackberry 8800 series on his table.

"Kyoya, I just need a quarter. So if you have one just let me borrow it. I'll pay you tonight."

"Haruhi... are you accusing me that I took your 25 cents that was at your night table last night?" Kyoya asked adjusting his glasses again.

Haruhi slumped at her chair and turned abruptly to face Kyoya.

"Of course not. I'm just asking if you have one. That's all. If you don't have it's okay. The bus just left so I still have another hour to look for one." She said staring at her wrist watch while standing up. She started to walk forward when Kyoya stopped her,

"Haruhi, why not just ask me to drive you to your destination?" Kyoya said pushing his glasses up for the third time. Haruhi stopped and looked back at him,

"Are you… serious? You'll… do that… for… me?" She said.

"Of course, Haruhi. I'm your husband. I can do that for you but because you ruined my schedule for the day I'll be asking for a payment." Haruhi rolled her eyes, but Kyoya continued,

"But yes. I am willing to drive you to your destination and I'm also willing to pick you up tonight. Of course, I won't drive the limo but I can drive the black Ford Fusion." Haruhi's eyes widened.

"Really Kyoya? But please be careful that's…my car."

"Yes, really and yes I'll be careful driving it. That was my gift to you anyway and you're still not using it."

"Hey! I'm studying how to drive! But Kyoya, dear, Thank you! Wait here I'll just get the car keys at the kitchen. I'll be back." Haruhi briskly walked away from their office while Kyoya shuts down his laptop.

He leaned on his chair a smirk painting his face. He then raised his hands and started tossing the 25 cents with his thumb.

"I was just concerned about your safety… Haruhi…" he whispered as he catches the coin.

-naomiyukari08 scribbles- really this happened to me a lot. I'm always asking my parents to give me a quarter or a dollar so that I can ride the bus going to school but now I'm not doing that because they bought me a bus pass! Haha!

Thank you for reading.

Reviews/Comments/Constructive Criticisms/Suggestions/Requests are very welcome.