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Hello, minna-san! I am till-you-smile-again and this is my first story! Please be kind to me and give me constructive criticism for me to improve my stories! :D Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.


Kyouya was irritated. Well, why not? His favorite Parker pen was missing, (not that it was costly, mind you) something that holds much sentimental value for him. It was given to him by Fuyumi on his sixth birthday. He has kept it for ten years, and frankly, it has gone hundreds of refills. Fuyumi made sure it was specially crafted for her adorable little brother, his initials crafted into it with no less than 24 carat gold and it had a sleek design. It was perfect. Kyouya, six years old then, liked it, since it made him feel powerful, important. That is the reason he'd rather look for it than ask the company for a new one. It was part of him, his childhood. Now it's missing.

He sighed. He'd been looking for it all day, to no avail. He'd searched his bag, the corridors, his room, everywhere he'd been since the day it was lost, which was yesterday. Still, he hasn't found it. He made a mental note to check the school grounds later on his way to his limousine. He doesn't like writing with other pens, so his notebook will be untouched until he finds it...

Now where would I leave that pen? I keep it all throughout my childhood and now I lose it... Kyouya sat on his favorite spot in the club room where he'd usually do his computations on the club funds. Perhaps Haruhi has an idea... she did clean up the room yesterday... I must ask her when she comes later. Suddenly, Kyouya's reverie was broken by an all too familiar voice: Tamaki's.

"Kyouya, Kyouya!" Tamaki shouted with all his might. God, what is it... My pen..."Kyouya, has Haruhi arrived yet?" No, and I wish she had. "No, Tamaki. As you see, there are no other people here aside from the two of us..."Kyouya was suddenly cut by Tamaki's shrill voice. "My daughter, oh where could she be? Ah, what if something happened to her? Father must act at once!" Tamaki said dramatically. "Kyouya, call your private police! My daughter is in danger!" Seriously, Tamaki... You love her only as a daughter? A girl like her... Kyouya was surprised at his own thoughts, just what was that right now? However, he didn't show any emotion at all. Well, he's just born like that... "Tamaki. Haruhi's probably in the library right now. Calm down." Tamaki's eyes widened at Kyouya's words. "Eh, really, mommy?! Oh, I must find my lovely daughter at once!" Well, Tamaki, if that's all you really feel for Haruhi, I'm sure you wouldn't mind me having her...more than what you call me, a mother. Tamaki waltzed out of the room then shouted at the top of his lungs "I'm coming for you, my dear Haruhi!"

Kyouya plopped down on the sofa behind him. Perhaps my mind will clear up after I sleep. After that, I'll be in better condition to look for my pen... Wish Haruhi was here, so she could help me... Kyouya's eyes widened at his own thoughts. Oh, God. What was that right now? Ugh, I do need sleep.

He took off his glasses and put them down on the table. He laid down on the sofa and made himself as comfortable as possible. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought of club profits, his pen, and Haruhi...

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Haruhi bent down to pick a shining object on the floor. She was on the way to the club, and took a different route, just to explore. There was still an hour before club activities started, and she had no assignments to do. She was happy. But what was this? "Eh, whose pen could be this?"


Thanks for reading my story, everone!! So, how was it? I plan this to be at least a three shot.. depending on how fast the story is.. :D please review so I can improve my stories!