"I'm ready to settle down now
So get that man out of my bed
I want my daughter back now…"
-Sierra by Cursive

Kyouya was not one to drink- alcohol, that is.

He found that, after a long day of studying and classes, a cup of green tea tended to soothe his nerves a lot better than a cold beer could, as a lot of his peers preferred. The taste was unfavorable, and he couldn't take the chance of doing something stupid while drunk. And so, he didn't drink, save for the occasional cup of wine or scotch at social events.

However, today, after seeing Sierra and Haruhi, Kyouya found himself reaching for a bottle of scotch, to have a drink or two. A drink or two quickly turned into three or four, and that led to five or six, and soon enough, Kyouya was drunk, and drunk with the brilliant idea to go see Haruhi at two in the morning.

He knew it now. He wanted to be a father, and he wanted to be a part of Sierra's life. He was ready to be a dad; he was ready to settle down. The name was perfect, and she was perfect, and he was ready and there was no possible way that Haruhi could deny him this. She would see it; he had just needed time, and now she would let him be a part of Sierra's life; he was her father, after all.

She simply had to let him.

It hadn't been hard to find her new address; a quick call (though, frustrating on both ends of the line, due to Kyouya's slurred speech) was all it took. If Kyouya hadn't been so drunk, he would've been surprised by where Haruhi was living. She was in a very rich part of the city, and it was clear that she was living in the penthouse of the apartment building.

He'd reached her building a lot quicker than he thought was possible; time seemed to move faster while he was drunk. It was a good thing he wasn't driving, really. He hadn't been this drunk since…well, ever, really. His driver had offered to accompany him up to her room, most likely due to how visibly drunk he was, but Kyouya vehemently declined. He had to talk to Haruhi alone.

Kyouya reached the door to her room similarly; far too quickly to be possible. He knocked once, lightly, and then again, louder this time. The door did not open, and so he knocked again, and again, until he was pounding out a steady beat against the mahogany door.

After what seemed like ages, the door finally opened, and Kyouya blinked in surprise. It wasn't Haruhi who'd opened the door, but Mori, wearing just a pair of sweatpants, who looked just as confused to see him. They hadn't seen each other in years, not since Kyouya had graduated high school.

"Mori…? I thought…I…Haruhi…. Got the wrong address…." He was muttering, his words slurring. He must look like such a mess.

And then Mori shook his head. "She's sleeping."

Why was Mori at Haruhi's place? The question was so hard to fathom, Kyouya couldn't think of a single thing to say.

"Why are you here?"

"I need…Haruhi," Kyouya said. The words were incredibly hard to get out. And what was Mori doing here? He needed to see Haruhi, not Mori. "Why…"

He stopped, seeing movement behind Mori. Haruhi was walked towards them, hair a mess, dressed only in an oversized shirt, rubbing her eyes in a sleepy sort of way. Kyouya thought he'd never seen anyone so beautiful.

"Kyouya?" She looked from him to Mori as she reached them, then put a hand on Mori's arm. "Takashi, what's going on?"

It was then apparent exactly what Mori was doing here. He lived here. Haruhi lived here. They lived here together. They were together.

Mori was who Haruhi had referred to as 'daddy.'

A wave of nausea came over Kyouya, and he had to grip the doorway to steady himself. Instead of it being him, it was Mori; Mori was the one who got to tuck Sierra in, the one who took care of her, and played with her, and had the title of 'daddy.'

"Kyouya, what's going on?" Haruhi asked. Mori had apparently supplied an insufficient answer.

He looked up at her. She was slightly blurry; his glasses had gone askew. Kyouya moved to fix them, only to knock them off his face. He considered picking them up, but was sure the movement would cause him to vomit.

"I…want…." It was so hard to put sentences together. It simply wasn't fair.

"You're drunk." What Haruhi said was not a question, but a statement. She was holding out his glasses for him to take. When had she bent down to pick them up?

Kyouya only nodded weakly in response, carefully taking the glasses from her. Putting them on seemed to help; his vision was a bit clearer now. "Sierra. I want Sierra."

"No."

The response hadn't come from Haruhi, but from Mori. He was glaring at Kyouya, and Kyouya was suddenly aware of just how big he was in comparison, and how muscular he was.

"Takashi, could you go check on Sierra?" Haruhi asked, and Kyouya was surprised when Mori nodded and walked into the suite.

She then turned her attention back to Kyouya. "Kyouya, it's three in the morning, you're drunk, and this is not going to happen. You gave up your chance to be part of Sierra's life long ago. Go home, and go to sleep. I don't want to see you here again."

"I-I'm her father-"

"And you have done nothing to help raise her!" Her voice was in a whisper, and yet she was shouting. Kyouya, even through his drunken stupor, could feel how angry she was. "Mori is her father; Mori has been here for her as long as she can remember! Go home. If you come here again, I will call the police." She started to close the door.

"Haruhi, please." When had he lost his calm, cool and collected self? "Let me….please."

It was a moment before she spoke. "If we ever have this conversation, it'll be when you are sober, Kyouya. Now, go home," she said firmly.

There it was; hope that he would be part of Sierra's life. That's what he needed, all he needed for now. Sluggishly, he nodded. "Later," he said, stepping back, and stumbling a bit. "Later, we'll talk."

He was sure he heard a sigh from her. "Goodnight, Kyouya."

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