Haruhi rubbed her wrists nervously as the car pulled away from the curb. She watched the boy fade from view and swore to herself. What have I got myself into? She rubbed her temples and sighed angrily. It was bad enough with those mob boys, but this one seems...smarter. Harder to handle.

She glanced around the car. But HEY! Look at this sweet car! She bounced in her seat a bit. I haven't ridden in a car since... before. At least that's a good thing.

It only took about twenty minutes before the car stopped in front of a grand mansion. The driver turned in his seat and smiled at her. "We're here, Miss. Welcome to the Ootori home."

She hugged her new master's coat around her tighter. "What happens now?"

The driver smiled. "Let me get your door; I'll show you to the room."

Get my door? She watched him come back to gracefully open her door. He got my door! She stepped out, half smiling. He got my door! I suppose chivalry on the job still counts, eh?

He offered his arm and Haruhi accepted it slowly. He smiled at her. "Calm down, Miss. Master Kyoya will take good care of you."

She looked at him and tried to believe it. Either way, the driver led her up the driveway and through extensive gardens to a side door. It opened into a huge sitting room, sprawling and obvious that it wasn't the only of the rooms in the wing.

Haruhi looked around, wide eyed. "Is this the living room?"

He laughed, leading her to two maids smiling on the side of the room. "This is the sitting room of Master Kyoya's wing. I'm not sure where you will be staying exactly, but he said to wait for him here." The driver bowed. "It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Haruhi. I hope I can see you again soon."
Taken back by his kind words, Haruhi managed a bob, (instead of a bow), and smiled at him. "Me too. I mean, yeah. Thank you."

As the driver left, the maids began circling her, taking measurements quickly. "Sorry about this," one appologized, "but we have orders to get you a uniform right away."

The other patted Haruhi's head when they finished, promising to be back in a flash.

I'm alone.

It took about two seconds for her to run to the couch, testing it lightly then flop down on it like she'd never been allowed to sit down. Even though nothing happened, that was humiliating. I'm so... she yawned, tired. I should probably... move...

Snore.

"Kyoya!" The call rang through the hallway as a blonde whirlwind danced into the youngest Ootori's wing of the house. "I had the most wonderful idea! What about putting Mori-sempai in-"

He stopped. "..."

That's not Kyoya, he thought, suddenly stopped and staring at the peacefully resting... girl? His face turned bright red, Where are her pants?

Looking around, the blonde tried to spot a servant he could ask what was going on, but no one was there. He looked back at the girl. She was sleeping on one of Kyoya's couches, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. I wonder what she's doing here... he wondered, creeping closer step by step. Is she a friend of Kyoya's?

He reached the couch and looked at her. Her hair is so pretty, ses cheveux sont si jolis, si beaux... si brillant, the French boy thought, reaching one finger down without thinking to touch it. Comme de l'eau qui
coule, et tellement doux.".*

"Nice of you to announce yourself, Tamaki.''

The French boy turned, laughing when he saw it was just his friend. "Kyoya!" He said, running to hug him, "Who is that girl?" He glanced over his shoulder, obviously still embarrassed at her trouser-less state.

Kyoya adjusted his glasses. "She's my brother-in-law's cousin. She is staying with us for the year while her family gets back on their feet." He lied effortlessly, with years of practice under his belt.
His friend's deep eyes lit up like a child. "That's wonderful! Will she be attending school with us, Kyoya? She must!" His expression changed to determined. "How else will we keep her safe, eh? She will! She must!" He tugged on his friend's sleeve.

"She hadn't decided anything like that yet. I'll keep Ouran in mind when we discuss it, though."

Tamaki's espression lit up again and he bounced on his toes. "Perfect! I came over to see if you wanted to come shopping with me for Hunny-sempai's birthday? We could stop for sushi!" His almost-violet eyes flicked to the girl. "Would your brother-in-law's cousin enjoy an outing as well?"

Kyoya flinched. No way in hell I'm letting her anywhere near you, my idiot. ''She's still very tired. I believe we should let her sleep for a while.'' He watched Tamaki's face cloud with disappointment and continued with, ''but I can come. Let me grab a few things then I'll meet you in your car.'' He threw his friend a look. ''Of which I'm assuming you brought with you?''

Instantly, he knew the blonde hadn't. ''Well,'' the boy said, flipping his blonde hair around, ''I kind of wanted to try walking. I was reading of the health benefits of walking, and you wouldn't believe it, Kyoya! We can keep weight off, and our skin will become radient! Even though I already am quite radient,'' he was gesturing wildly, posing himself and laughing, ''but a bit more radience could never hurt, right? Plus, it would be such a good experience to try!''

Tamaki turned and saw Kyoya on his cell phone. ''Kyoya,'' he asked, stepping up behind his friend. ''Who are you calling?''

''My driver. He can be here quite soon. Would you go get my black book? It's on my dresser.'' He wasn't looking, but he could very well imagine the dark cloud hovering over his friend as Tamaki dragged himself up to the bedroom, sulking they had to go by car. Kyoya flipped his cell phone shut and clicked over to the couch, shaking the girl's shoulder. ''Haruhi.'' He shook her again, impatient. ''Wake up. This is an order.''

Her chocolate-colored eyes opened slowly, blinking away sleep. ''Kyoya-sempai?''

He rolled his eyes internally. ''My friend Tamaki is here. Did you talk to him?''

She sat up too quickly, causing a dizzyness to overtake her and releasing a groan from her soft lips. ''Did he do something to me? I can't handle being pregnant. I wouldn't have fallen asleep in this,'' she motioned quickly to the coat, which was having a hard time hiding her private areas, ''if I knew someone was coming. Can I have some morning-after pills?''

With one finger, Kyoya pushed her into the couch, purposefully keeping the finger on her belly a second longer to change her focus. ''Tamaki wouldn't do anything like that. So you didn't talk to him?''

She shook her head, still avoiding eye contact and now blushing the slightest.

8''Good,'' he said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the same finger he'd just confused Haruhi with, ''I told him you are my brother-in-law's cousin. You are staying here for the school year because your family is having trouble getting back on their feet. Any questions?''

She blinked. ''No. Why are you lying to your friend?''

''I don't lie. Why aren't you wearing underwear?''

''The maids never brought back my uniform.''

''Lying would be saying that I didn't want to take you right now.''

She cocked her head. ''I suppose that's fairly resonable. You did just pay eight million yen for that right.''

Kyoya snorted softly and turned away.

''However,'' Haruhi continued, ''the honorable thing would be not to. You don't seem like you would do that anyway.''

He looked back up at her and shook his head. Naive, even after almost being raped twice today. He didn't want to admit he had almost been the second time. ''Make sure Tamaki doesn't see your hand. It has the tattoo on it.''

The girl glanced at it and nodded, tucking her hand in Kyoya's deep jacket pocket. Kyoya stood and began to turn away.

''So you didn't buy me as a whore.''

Kyoya didn't turn. ''You assume a lot for someone not allowed to be shown in public. Stay here while I'm gone.''

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*Tamaki's thought went like this in English:

"Her hair is so pretty, so beautiful...So shiny... Her hair flows like water, so soft." Thank you kuromangafan for correcting me on the translation! Now it means the correct thing! XD

I've always wondered if Tamaki thinks in French. What do you guys think? I mean, I guess since he did grow up there, he probably would. XD Either way, it sounds like something he'd do.

A/N: Hello! *waves* Glad for the response you guys have on the last chapter! Thanks for all the love!

Hopefully by the next chapter we'll be up to the first episode of the anime. I have a feeling you guys are really going to love it!

The only thing is, I'd really like to see some more input. The last chapter had three reviews, and I'd like to see about ten total before I post the next chapter. The catch is, if you all band together and review up a storm, I will post the next chapter as soon as you can hit those magic double digits. Yes? Fair? Otherwise, I'll probably post the next chapter by Friday or so.

PEACE AND LOVE AND HARMONY AND NUTELLA!1!

Hannah