Because some people have asked for it and because I am lacking the inspiration for my other fic, How I Met Your Mother (you can check it out on my profile), I decided to write a sequel to this fic. I hope it turned out okay.

Thanks for reading!

She watched him move his pen with swift, deft strokes. It was like watching a painter, and Haruhi was sure that if Kyouya-senpai ever wanted to, he could be a famous artist.

She watched him pause for a moment, and then continue to write. For her, it seemed like an eternity before he closed the book with a thud and slid it back across the table. For him, it was about twenty seconds.

Haruhi didn't read it. She mouthed a 'thank you', and placed the yearbook back into her book bag.

And in a second, Kyouya knew why.

The door of the Third Music Room was flung open, and five familiar figures entered.

Tamaki's voice was the loudest of all. "Haruhi!! Sign my yearbook, and I'll sign yours!" He took out his own, and flipped to the first page. "See? I saved the entire first page for you! And then we'll have a father-daughter page, see? See?"

"I…see," she replied weakly.

"That's not fair, Milord," Hikaru interrupted. "What about us then?"

"Yeah," Kaoru continued, "unless Milord is being possessive over our toy."

"Toy? How dare you call your sister a toy? Have you no respect at all for such a beautiful–"

"Haru-chan, Haru-chan!" Hunny said next. "Sign mine too, okay? And Takashi's too, okay?"

"…Okay." Haruhi sighed. It still never ceased to amaze her how the former tranquility of the Third Music Room could be destroyed in the blink of an eye.

The arguing, however, stopped when Kyouya stood up and made a small 'cough' sound.

"If it's not too much to ask," he said with a smile, "our guests will be arriving in five minutes, and we have yet to setup."

It worked. The childish bickering stopped, but Tamaki asked Haruhi one more time to please sign his yearbook and the twins began to take out the tea sets, all the while shouting orders across the room.

And thankfully, when the first girls arrived (Haruhi's clients from Class 1-A), the tables were ready and the hosts in place.

"Welcome."

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Clean up was Haruhi's favorite time of club. And it was not because she would be able to go home soon. Not.

It was relatively quiet now, the majority of the din coming from the slight clanging of the cups and the heaving of the tables.

Tamaki was quiet, but only because Haruhi actually did write something. He would have been more pleased if Haruhi had written more than just, "I hope you have a nice summer, Tamaki-senpai, and I will see you after the break," but Haruhi was Haruhi, and there was no way that she was going to write something along the lines of, "I hope we'll have lots of adventures during the summer together! I can't wait to see what you have planned for us! With lots of love, Haruhi!"

His initial protests were ignored, but he did feel better when he saw that Haruhi wrote the exact same thing for the twins, who might as well been protesting to a brick wall.

Kyouya, for his part, said nothing more to Haruhi for the rest of the day. She didn't mind it, for she could already imagine the potential chaos that could erupt should the rest of the boys find out that Kyouya (the Shadow King of them all) wrote in her yearbook.

Tamaki's current moping was a direct cause of the twins' teasing, so she was left alone in her thoughts now as she swept the floor.

She wondered what Kyouya wrote. She already knew what Tamaki had written because he had decided to read it out loud afterwards. The twins had written something that she had not yet seen, and she only hoped that it wasn't something dirty.

All the girls had been pleased to write in the hosts' yearbook. The day had been dedicated to signing, so all the hosts had rotated around the tables.

She hadn't really expected Kyouya to write something in first place. Naturally, she imagined that it was about her current debt, and how much more she owed the club.

Haruhi had never been exactly updated on her debt, so she didn't know the exact number. Was it possible that her debt had gotten worse? It was a daunting, but possible, situation. Kyouya, after all, had always kept his system complicated as for the rental fees, the teacups she had broken, and the repair costs for any clothing that she might have accidentally stained.

Never had it occurred to her that he might write something else. He wouldn't. Or...would he?

She was at home now, preparing dinner for her father and herself. He was supposed to get off work early today, and she was glad because he hadn't been eating much lately.

Waiting for the rice to cook, Haruhi sat down at the table, taking out a workbook and pencil. She opened it and began answering questions, but at halfway through, her concentration was already starting to wan.

She wanted to read what he had written.

No, she tried telling herself, don't. You already know what he wrote anyways, so why bother? Homework. Homework is the priority now. Think homework.

Her head was talking to her, but her heart was saying something else.

Kyouya-senpai seems cold and emotionless, but that was not really him. He could be kind too, in his own way. He was thoughtful too, in his own way. Kyouya could be a completely different person if only you looked hard enough.

She was sure that she saw bits and ends of his true self once in a while, like when he was trying to teach her that lesson at the beach house. Haruhi never imagined a different motive.

Perhaps he didn't just write about debts and money in her yearbook.

No, Kyouya definitely wrote something else. He was always enigmatic anyways; it shouldn't surprise her now.

She shuffled out of her seat and reached into her book bag. Taking out her yearbook, she silently opened the front cover.

As of this moment, the amount of which you owe the Ouran High School Host Club has yet to be paid off, so I would recommend that you continue to work hard. I can imagine that you wouldn't enjoy staying at Ouran for another four years just to pay off this debt. It would not be wise to have a drawn-out debt because the chaos that it would cause is not worth the merits. However, the experiences that we have shared, as club members, are indeed special, and the relationship that we have cultivated thus far is one that will always be remembered.
-Ohtori Kyouya

Haruhi wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, to smile or frown.

It wasn't what she had expected, but on the other hand, it was what she had expected.

She closed the book gently and set it aside.

The rice was cooked now, and besides, she had yet to think of what to write for him.

From the way I ended it, I'll probably have to write another chapter. Oh joy.

Anyways, as you can probably imagine, it is VERY difficult to think of what Kyouya would write. The emphasis on VERY. I think ideally, he would write something that is short and meaningful, or maybe that's just my imagination. I'm sorry if it turned out crappy, because I'm not that good of a writer. If anyone has suggestions, I'm willing to listen. (I'm rereading what I wrote, and I feel so bad. Sorry!)

Thanks for reading. Reviews are appreciated, and flames will become my source of entertainment for the day.