"Master Kyouya is right in here, miss."
The maid pointed to a nearby door. Haruhi thanked the maid and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her.
"Kyouya-senpai?"
Kyouya turned his head. He was sitting on one of the couches.
"I'm surprised I'm the only one here."
"That's because you were the only one I called." Kyouya pointed to the couch opposite from him. "Sit."
Haruhi cringed at the coldness in Kyouya's voice, but still sat down on the opposing couch.
"So why is Tamaki-senpai going to the Tonnerre estate?"
"Well, from the message he left on my phone about three hours ago stated that Éclair asked for his hand in marriage again. Tamaki's grandmother decided to hold a meeting at the Tonnerre estate to discuss marriage terms. She demanded that Tamaki's father would attend, but he would only come if Tamaki would as well. So, now he and his father are on a plane headed to France."
He pushed up his glasses on his nose. "Haruhi, you're going to tear my furniture."
Haruhi looked down, to see her hand clentching the edge of the couch tightly. "Uh, sorry," she muttered, placing her hand on her thighs. "So that's it? He just going to France, without telling us about it?"
Kyouya nodded. "And judging by Éclair's small obsession of power over Tamaki, it's most likely that he won't be coming back to Japan if the marriage is accepted."
Haruhi stood up and slammed her hands on the coffee table. "That's an outrage! We have to bring him back!"
"I know. But it's a thirteen hour plane trip from Tokyo to France, and Tamaki left about three hours ago. By the time we get into France, it probably will be too late, and the marriage will be decided."
"So what? Last time, the marriage was already decded, but Tamaki-senpai still ended up staying. If we can convice him to come back, then it doesn't matter what his grandmother or Éclair decide."
Kyouya stared at her for a moment. He shook his head and sighed. "I knew it would happen sooner or later. I could sense it started when he saved you from falling off that bridge."
Haruhi looked at Kyouya like he was crazy.
Kyouya smiled and opened his laptop. "Very well. I'll have arrangments made for your plane ride to France, Haruhi."
Silence. "Say what?"
Kyouya started typing. "It's a good thing that we finally got you a passport. Saves me a lot of trouble."
"Huh?"
"It'll probaby be your first time out of Japan, so try to not get distracted, okay?"
Haruhi held up her hands. "Hold on, Kyouya-senpai. What are you talking about?"
"You're going to France, to get back our Idiot King."
"But why me?!
"Hmm, there's a flight that leaves in about thirty minutes. I think you could make that."
"Kyouya-senpai!"
Kyouya shut his laptop and stood up. "Because you don't want Tamaki to leave the Host Club and Japan, like me. Because you stopped him from leaving before. And…" He paused and smiled. "…because he would really love seeing you in that outfit."
Haruhi groaned. "Why aren't you coming with me?"
"I'm apart of a wealthy family. If I showed up with you to stop Tamaki from marrying Éclair, there's a possibility that my family's company will be sued."
The Shadow King strikes again.
"Fine. When does my flight leave?"
"Soon. I just bought your ticket online. Luckily, the airport isn't far away from here. Let's go."
He grabbed Haruhi's arm and dragged her out of his room. He didn't let go until they were outside his mansion. The limoscene was just waiting there, the engine running already to go. "I'll escort you there, and get you all ready to go. After that, I'm leaving. Oh, yes, I forgot."
Kyouya reached in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. He handed it to Haruhi. "This is the address to the Tonnerre estate. When your in France, give this to a cab driver. I'll give you some money when we're at the airport."
Haruhi looked up at Kyouya. "You don't need to give me your money..."
"It's not mine. It's the money I've made off selling pictures of you and your belongings at the Host Club. It's all in an account for you, ready to go.
Haruhi sighed, and looked at the address. To think, Tamaki is actually going to go to that hell-hole. What a complete idiot.
"Are you ready to go, Haruhi?" Kyouya called, already getting into the limoscene.
Haruhi hesitated. Was she? Memories of him flashed through her head. How Tamaki was always a gentleman, his child-like , his smile...she was really going to lose that if she didn't act.
"Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go."
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"Nice timing. Your flight leaves in six minutes," Kyouya said, as he started dragging Haruhi to her plane.
"Kyouya-senpai, I can walk."
"Oh, that reminds me." He stopped at the gate, and held out his hand. "Give me your cell phone."
Haruhi blinked, but reached into her sweater pocket, and pulled out the cell phone Hikaru and Kaoru had lent her. She placed it in Kyouya's hand. "Is there a reason you want my cell phone?"
"Yes. Because you're going to be in France, you'll probably receive calls from your father, wondering where you are."
Haruhi nodded. "What about the other Host Club members?"
"I'll tell them as soon as you leave."
Kyouya looked at his watch. "You should be going on the plane now. Haruhi…" He grabbed his underclassmen's shoulders. "…bring him back." He patted her shoulder, and walked away.
Haruhi watched him leave. Will I be able to bring him back? Thoughts of Tamaki and Éclair fluttered into her head, and a wave of jealously washed over her. She turned and started walking forward.
I have no choice. Whether I'm too late or not, I'm bringing Senpai home to Japan.
