Haruhi was not having a good day.

In fact, had Haruhi even HAD a calm and normal day since she had entered the Host Club?

Of course not. Now, Haruhi loved the Host Club greatly, that was clear. They were her second family. But sometimes… sometimes they could really piss her off. On days like today, Haruhi would just completely snap. In fact, that's an understatement.

She would lose her fucking shit.

Now, for a while the Host Club had been planning a disco in one of the larger ball rooms in the Academy, and once they were finally granted permission to use that room (all thanks to Kyoya's 'persuasive' skills) they were completely immersed in making it the best party yet. They had invited other rich Academies, they had bought a bar and employed a bar tender for the occasion, they spent half of their savings on decorations and bought incredible outfits for themselves. This was where things started to go wrong.

Tamaki, Hikaru and Kaoru were very persistent in begging Haruhi to wear one of the dresses they had picked out for her. It was a bright red hourglass dress, which just covered up her thighs. They had also bought her some beautiful golden flat shoes and a brown wavy wig to complete it all. Of course, Haruhi was comepletley opposed to the idea, yelling at them whenever they tried to bring it up. Until finally, Tamaki decided to play dirty.

'Mommy dear…' Tamaki called, once everyone else had left. He and Kyoya were the only ones left in the room.

'What is it now… Daddy?' Kyoya cooed back, playing along with his stupid insistence on playing house.

'Well… Daddy and his two troublemakers would rather enjoy it if our sweet daughter could dress up as her assigned sex for a while… perhaps, while at the party…' Tamaki uttered, nonchalantly.

'Oh? And is Daddy's sweet little baby-boo opposed to wearing such an outfit?' Kyoya replied, looking up from his notebook.

'Why yes! So, mommy dearest, would it be such a shame to possibly… Raise daddy's daughters debt a little? Only as punishment for not wearing what daddy told her too?'

There was a strong pause, where Kyoya and Tamaki merely exchanged glances, before Kyoya smirked back down at his notepad and said:

'Of course not, daddy dear! I'm sure such a little thing could be arranged!'

Tamaki breathed out in triumph.

'ONLY IF YOU'LL STOP CALLING ME YOUR WIFE FOR TWO MONTHS!' Kyoya growled back at him icily, not bothering to look up from his insistent scribbling.

The king froze in shock at his sudden command, only to chuckle a quick 'Sure' before taking his leave.

Tamaki had gotten his way once again… Or had he?

Kyoya laughed to himself back in the host room. He was going to raise her debt like that anyways, because he too wanted to see her in that dress.

'What an idiot' he said to himself.

Haii! This was my very first Fanfic, and this is just the first chapter!

I hope you'll enjoy the rest! Reveiws and such are greatly appriciated!

- Stay frosty!