TITLE: Your Highness!
SUMMARY: When the island country of Kishon claims Haruhi as their Princess it leads to a stranger wanting to claim her hand in marriage. Haruhi's new status leads to the members of the Host Club's parents all insisting that they wed Haruhi too! Having a Princess in the family would raise anyone's status, and we discover this country's elite fighters might be stronger than Honey and Mori!
STORY PAIRINGS: Haruhi+Tamaki, Honey+Mori

PLEASE NOTE: This story is rated M. According to the FF site, that means it has to be appropriate for ages 16+ WITHOUT explicit content, which includes adult language, themes, and suggestions. This story meets those requirements.

CHAPTER 2
Arrival in Kishon

They inevitably decided to all go look for Tamaki, in order to give Honey some time to rest. Haruhi who was last to walk out stopped at the door looking back.

"Mori-senpai aren't you coming?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

"I'll stay," he explained

Looking from him to Honey she smiled walked out closing the door behind her. She wondered just how deep their relationship went. She hadn't really had time to think about the kiss she had seen shared between the two of them. Though it had been nagging at the back of her mind since she had seen it… Were they dating? Were they in love? They were cousins though, but unless she was mistaken they were only cousins by marriage… so…

"Takashi… are you mad?" Honey asked as Mori too the seat beside Honey's bed.

"No."

"Are you sure… I know what my doing this, has done to your status…"

Takashi now, was the servant of a servant, and that put his status at a lower height in clan hierarchy.

"I can break your bond to me," Honey said. When bound to someone as Takashi was to Honey and as Honey now was to Haruhi, only the person you were pledged to can break the bond of servitude.

"I don't want that," Mori explained simply.

"Well," Honey said frowning. "What do you want?"

Mori shrugged, and Honey looked up at the ceiling.

"I'm cold," Mori said softly and Honey smiled motioning for him to come closer. He suddenly got to his feet and leaned over placing a hand at the side of his face kissing him on the lips. Honey's eyes softened. Kissing was the best way to get warm, but it wasn't something you were supposed to do publicly. Takashi had taught him that. And certainly not in front of others.

Honey brought his uninjured arm up letting the fingers tangle in Takashi's short hair enjoying the motions of Takashi's tongue in his mouth. Without realizing it Honey brought up his other hand just as Takashi had started to deepen the kiss and he felt a pain shoot down his broken arm just as he tried to grab Takashi's collar to pull him closer.

"Nyn…" he winced before looking down at it. His breath which had begun to quicken was hurting his ribs now…

Mori stopped kissing him grabbing the casted arm he kissed the palm of the hand there, and holding it in his palm as though it were as delicate as an egg shell he leaned up to kiss Honey again letting the kisses trail down to the sensitive flesh of his neck and Honey gasped.

"Nya…" he sighed. This really wasn't good for his chest, and he was more than plenty warm enough. "Stop."

Takashi stopped immediately pulling back. He had never gone farther than Honey wanted, and they had never really gone farther than that…

Sighing he sat back in his seat and interlaced his fingers resting his lips against them in thought. "Mitsukuni," he said softly. "Why didn't you fight him seriously…"

"Hhmm…" Honey blinked at him questionably still intoxicated a bit off that high only a lover could give you.

"If you had fought to your full potential, I am certain you could have beat him and not been so badly injured…" Mori said frowning…

"You weren't there Takashi, my uncle is a lot stronger than he used to be. Faster too. Neither of us were using our full strength. Though he was willing to go further in the fight than I was... The core of our family's style is to not use deadly force except for a last resort and only if it is to defend someone else… I'm worried Takashi. He's taken our family's style and made it far more cruel, not to mention," Honey said looking down at his arm. "He still shows no humanity at all, not even against family."

Mori stared at him, still frowning.

"I did purposely give him the opportunity to make contact because I wanted to see if he had changed, to see if he was going to hold back at all in his attack or if he was still just as merciless as he used to be… I had hopped too much I think… I really didn't expect him to use as much force as he did. I guess he can't change…"

"If you two were to fight seriously… Do you think you could win?"

"That's… hard to say," Honey explained frowning. "He's got more years on me training wise, not to mention his size gives him an advantage in strength, though mine gives me an advantage in speed… If we were to fight seriously… No… I don't think I could beat him."

Mori's frown deepened. That was not what he wanted to hear. Mitsukuni was quite intelligent when it came to knowing an opponent, and there had never been a time when Mitsukuni said he could beat someone and lost. Though at the same time, there had never been a moment when Mitsukuni said he couldn't beat someone and won (admittedly this wasn't often). If he didn't know if he could beat someone, he would be honest and just say it. He wasn't cocky like most people at their level of training, and he would never blindly run into a fight having not thought it through. If Mitsukuni said he couldn't beat him… then he couldn't beat him.

"Mitsukuni, when we go to Kishon. Stay near me. Should a confrontation arise, we'll fight him together," Mori explained.

"I doubt there will be a confrontation," Honey said smiling. "My uncle has pledged his hands to the King of Kishon's Family, and if Haruhi really is the Princess… that means her too. It wouldn't be worth my Uncle's life to cause problems during our visit. Though… if it is determined that Haruhi is the Princess after all there might be some problems when we try to leave… He might be ordered by the King to make her stay and in that case it'll take both of us to get her out of there…"

"I understand," Mori said.

"I wonder if he's trained anyone else in our family's style… If that's the case…" Honey frowned thinking about it…

"We will deal with it when the time comes," Mori explained. "But your arm won't be healed by then, your ribs either. Will you even be able to fight?"

"Don't worry about me," Honey said smiling, then looking serious for a moment he added, "If you wish to still serve me after my pledging hands, then this is an order…"

Mori's eyes widened slightly. Mitsukuni had never once given him an order. Not one time in the whole span of his having pledged service to him…

"I want the order of your priorities to be Haruhi first, the rest of the Host Club second, and yourself third. Got it?" Honey commanded smiling.

"Where do you fall on my list of priorities?" Mori asked staring at him.

"I don't."

"Mitsukuni—" Mori began only Mitsukuni interrupted him.

"Don't argue," Honey said his voice uncharacteristically stern. "If our departing gets serious (and I hope it doesn't). Protecting all of them is going to be really difficult. So that is your order. If you refuse then you can just stay home!"

"…"

"Well?"

"…" Mori sighed. "I will carry out this order…"

Honey smiled. "Good!"

He looked around the room frowning. "Do you think this hospital has any cake in the cafeteria?"

Mori smiled… "I'll check."

"Wow boss," Hikaru said glancing at Tamaki who had run into a bathroom stall and thrown up. "You couldn't even handle a little cake…"

"You don't understand," he said leaning against the bathroom sink. "I think she put a spell on that cake… I thought my insides were going to burn up! I seriously could have died!"

"I doubt that," Kaoru said sighing.

"And water only made it worse!" Tamaki gasped.

"Well, yes. Everyone knows that," Kyoya said from the wall he was leaning against.

"Milord," Hikaru said exhaustedly. "Don't you think you should be a little more manly?"

"Huh?" Tamaki looked up at him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean your Princess slash Girlfriend is right outside the door waiting for you get over your little bout of pepper problems. Meanwhile, she just watched Honey-senpai get his arm and ribs broke and he didn't shed a tear and here you are whining like an idiot! Don't you think that's going to tell her something about your masculinity?"

"C'mon! Honey-senpai cries all the time!" Tamaki snapped.

"Yeah, about stupid stuff. It's part of his host club appeal. But in a situation when it really matters he was strong. What is she going to think when she sees you like this?" Kaoru said frowning.

"Ugh… you're right. A strong man should be able to handle a little pepper right?" he said frowning pulling himself to his feet he splashed his face with water. "Alright! I'm fine now!"

"Good," Hikaru said sighing. "Let's go then. We could all grab a bite to eat or something; it's been a long day."

"Maybe we could grab some cake for Honey-senpai and bring it to him when we come up and visit him tomorrow after classes…" Kaoru pointed out as they left the boy's bathroom. Sure enough Haruhi was waiting outside.

"So are you alright now?" Haruhi asked Tamaki.

"What? Of course I am. That cake was so good I went to get some fresh air to tell the world how excellent it was!"

"Huh?" Haruhi blinked. "But you were in a bathroom… I thought you might have had to throw—"

"Don't be silly Haruhi," Tamaki said nervously. "A little pepper like that can't faze me. C'mon, let's all go get something to eat!"

Haruhi frowned looking back down the hall in the direction of Honey-senpai's room.

"He'll be fine," Tamaki said. "His injuries aren't life threatening and we'll see him first thing when classes end tomorrow."

"I know that," Haruhi said. "I was just thinking… About him and Mori-senpai…"

"What about them?" the twins asked together.

"They're… really close…"

"Well yeah," Hikaru said shrugging. "That whole family serving each other thing and the fact that they grew up together… Why wouldn't they be close?"

Haruhi sighed frowning. She really wanted to discuss what she had seen with them all. That the two of them had kissed... But… it wasn't really her place to bring the topic up. So with a smiled she turned in the opposite direction, "You're right!" she said grinning. "Where shall we eat?"

Kyoya's eyes widened at the abrupt change in her actions…

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…and he understood…

"Well, I think that little corner shop would be good," Kyoya said fixing his glasses. "Haruhi."

Haruhi turned to him and Kyoya took off his jacket draping it around her shoulders. "It's a little chilly out there. You can use this…"

"Uh…" she blinked. This wasn't at all like Kyoya.

"We can't let our Princess catch a cold after all, now can we?"

Tamaki, who seemed to have noticed nothing, was still walking and he began going on about the different types of food that they had there. And how they should try the phone thing again to determine who pays and he swore this time he would not lose.

Kyoya wiped a few strands of hair from Haruhi's eyes and then began to follow after Tamaki.

"Uh-oh," the twins said in unison looking at each other.

Mori turned up at the apartment that night, which surprised Haruhi when she opened the door.

"Mori-senpai?" she said staring up at him. "I mean… Weren't you going to stay with Honey-senpai?"

"He asked that I come here and stay with you in his place," Mori explained walking into her apartment.

"In his place?"

"He has pledged his hands to you, and therefore until he can ensure your safety he has decided to stay at your side. The hospital wants to keep him until morning so I am here in his place," Mori-senpai explained sitting on the sofa across from Tamaki who had been talking about their trip to Kishon.

"Great Mori-senpai, you're just in time. We were talking about what we're going to wear on our trip to Kishon this weekend. Since Haruhi has insisted on going, then we're going to have to give a good impression. We were thinking of buying Haruhi a dress worthy of a Princess—"

"You shouldn't come," Mori-senpai said interrupting him with a frown.

"Huh?" Tamaki blinked at him.

"Don't come…"

"Why?"

Mori-senpai frowned.

"We wanna come!" the twins exclaimed.

"Yeah, besides… if Haruhi turns out to be the Princess, we should be there for her," Tamaki pointed out.

His expression didn't change as he looked away with his chin resting on his fist. Haruhi stared at him frowning too.

"Besides, it's a ball so we should all dance with Haruhi there!" Hikaru pointed out. "Here Haruhi, look at this dress!"

He walked over to her holding his phone open to show her one of his mother's designs. "See, this dress sure is fit for a Princess, don't you think?"

"Would you guys stop?" Haruhi snapped. "I'm not wearing anything special, we're going to go there and figure out if I really am who they think I am or not, and then we're going to go home."

"Aw… don't be like that Haruhi…" Hikaru said wrapping an arm around her.

"Haruhi," Tamaki said turning to her. "What do you plan to do if it turns out that you are the Princess?"

"I doubt that will be the case," she said frowning and walking over she took a seat beside Tamaki.

"Well, assume for a minute that it is…" Tamaki said softly. "What do you think you'll do?"

"Well, either way I'm coming back here to finish my study abroad. Then I guess, go back for my last two years at Ouran. Then… I'll find a University and become a lawyer..."

"Uh…" Kaoru said calling their attention to him. "Haruhi, you realize Princess don't become lawyers right?"

"Why not?"

"Because they have countries to run," Hikaru pointed out. "Not to mention they have Princes to marry. I've never heard of a Princess becoming a lawyer…"

"Well, maybe I could be the first," she said smiling.

Tamaki smiled at the happy look on her face. A sudden image of her in a grand ballroom style Princess dress and crown appeared in his mind, only she was standing in a courtroom with a briefcase.

"Doubt it," the twins said together.

"Now stop it!" Tamaki said rising to his feet. "If Haruhi wants to be a lawyer while being a Princess, then she can!"

"Milord, she really can't," the twins said together.

"My Haruhi can be whatever she wants!" Tamaki explained.

"Can we just go to bed?" Haruhi sighed. "We got class in the morning…"

Once again they pushed aside the furniture and rolled out the futons. One of which remained in the corner, and Haruhi noticed that Mori-senpai kept glancing toward it.

The following day when classes let out they all bought cakes for Honey-senpai and brought it to them in the hospital. When they opened the door to his room they saw him kinda stuck. He had been trying to dress himself even with his arm in a cast and his chest wrapped. Only one of his arms had managed to find its way into the proper slot but he seemed to be trying to get his casted arm through the head hole of the shirt.

"Honey-senpai?" Haruhi said smiling, and she wasn't the only one who did. Mori's stoic face had let a small smile slip as he stepped forward helping Honey put on his shirt properly.

"Thanks Takashi," Honey said happily.

"Are you leaving already?" Haruhi asked.

"They said I could leave as soon as someone was here to pick me up," Honey said. "I figured you guys would be here shortly since classes were out..."

"Darn, and we brought all this cake cause we thought you would have to stay here awhile," the twins said dully. "Guess we'll have to throw them away."

"Wha! No I'll eat them!" Honey said frowning.

"But these were, sorry you have to stay another day in the hospital cakes…" the twins said with a shrug.

"No I'll eat them! Don't throw them away!" he said looking like he was about to cry.

Smiling the twins handed them over and Honey opened the box of them with wide and happy looking eyes. "Let's see… I'll eat these now, and these can be for the ride back, and… these three will be for when I get there!"

While he ate, Mori grabbed the sling Honey had been left and helped him put it around his head and put his broken arm into it. After Honey ate his cakes they got into their car so the driver could take them back to the apartment, and Honey ate his, "on the ride cakes" there.

"Honey-senpai," Haruhi said frowning. "Are you sure you're going to be well enough to go to Kishon this weekend?"

"Sure am," he said smiling.

"It's just…" Haruhi frowned. "Maybe you should stay home and rest."

"No way!" he said physically shaking his head. "I'm going! I'm in service to you so I can't let you go to another country without me."

Haruhi frowned… as Honey returned happily to his cake. She thought about what was going to happen when they get to Kishon, but she supposed she would have to just find out that weekend…

And that weekend came all too soon. Haruhi and the rest of the Host Club found themselves on a plane and in coach none the less. Haruhi couldn't afford a first class ticket, and she refused to let one of the other members buy her one. Thus they all purchased coach tickets in order to sit with her. Poor Mori looked rather cramped, the twins kept complaining about the service. Honey slept through most of the flight, waking just long enough to eat some cookies offered to him by the stewardess who seemed to think Honey was a child rather than the 18 year old he was. She even asked him if he was flying to meet his parents.

"No," Honey had answered.

"No?" the woman said frowning. "Who are you here with?"

"Hmm… my friends and my cousin," Honey informed her and with his finger he indicated Mori beside him.

"Oh," she said smiling. "Well aren't you sweet taking care of your little cousin…"

"Were the same age," Takashi answered softly not looking up from the magazine he was reading.

"Uh…" she blinked. Haruhi who had watched this scene play out saw the look of confusion on the woman's face. And she wasn't sure if she was confused at the idea that Honey was as old as Mori or if she thought Mori was as young as Honey looked. Though the woman never asked for confirmation either way and had hurried off to see to other people.

Tamaki kept commenting at the ingenious way that they had set up coach to accommodate so many commoners while still trying to make them feel important with service. At one point he even used his Host Club skills to flirt with a different stewardess to get Haruhi extra complimentary peanuts, which she then refused to eat leaving Tamaki looking confused.

For part of the trip, a movie came on which had a rather intense make out scene between the protagonists. "Wow," Honey said staring up at it. "They must really be cold."

Mori smiled at that.

Around the two hour mark of their flight, the twins were becoming overly bored and decided to start bothering Haruhi with questions of outfit designs she would like for her new Princess wardrobe. They also bothered her with questions about what size crown she might wear and if she wanted it to be mostly gold or mostly diamonds.

Then suddenly the FASTEN SEATBELT! sign came on. So Hikaru and Kaoru were forced to return to their seats.

"Are we landing?" Honey asked.

"No, it's too early," Kaoru explained checking his watch.

Tamaki looked excitedly out the window. "Maybe there is a monster on the wing of the plane… like in that one show!"

"Tamaki-senpai you watch too much TV," Haruhi said sighing.

"Hhmmm…" Tamaki turned to her suddenly taking her hand. "You're not scared? Are you Haruhi?"

"No, of course not. I just don't think it's very smart to be talking about Monsters on the wing of a plane when we're in the air," she pointed out. "You could scare the other passengers."

Then just as suddenly it felt like the plane was slowly going into a nose dive. Screams erupted from many of the passengers. A baby somewhere was crying.

"What's happening?!" Kaoru gasped, and suddenly air masks dropped down from the ceiling and people really began to panic then!

Everyone was frantically trying to grab the masks. Tamaki grabbed one and put it around Haruhi's face. Everyone was fearfully looking about. Honey removed his to turn back to the twins, "Does this plane have any parachutes?"

"Why would a commercial aircraft have parachutes?!" Hikaru snapped angrily through his own mask.

"Mitsukuni," Mori said getting his attention he forced the mask back over Honey's face. "Please keep your mask on."

Then Kyoya removed his seatbelt and moved out into the asile laying down he slid to the front of the plane as though it were a slide. "Kyoya-senpai!?" Haruhi gasped.

"What is he doing!?" the twins gasped. Kyoya stood up leaning against the door to the cockpit, which wouldn't open.

"Mori-senpai!" Kyoya called looking back.

Removing his mask Mori climbed past Honey and slid to the front as well, and when he got there he kicked the door open for him. Kyoya immediately entered. The pilot seemed barely conscious, and only vaguely aware of what he was doing.

"Sir! Are you alright?" Kyoya called to him. Though he appeared unresponsive, and Kyoya nodded to Mori who undid his seatbelt and physically pulled the Pilot from the seat and laid him on the ground. Kyoya sat in his place, seat belting himself in and putting on the Pilot's headset. Mori took the empty seat beside him staring ahead.

"This is Kyoya Otori, a passenger on flight 416 heading to Kishon. I have currently commandeered the aircraft as our Pilot is out of sorts, do you copy?"

"We read you. Do you have any piloting training?"

"Minimal," he answered. "I've flown small aircrafts in the past, and though I've read up on it, I've never physically flown a commercial aircraft. I've straightened us out now, but I'd appreciate a walkthrough on landing, when it comes to that. If you don't mind…"

"Of course. How is the Pilot do you know what happened?"

Kyoya nodded in Mori's direction, which knelt down to check his vitals. "He's breathing but he's barely coherent…"

Kyoya translated this to the main base as Honey suddenly walked in. "Wow, Kyo-chan… you can fly a plane!"

"Technically speaking," Kyoya answered.

Haruhi and Tamaki emerged in the doorway and Tamaki grinned, "Wow, cool as always Kyoya. You just saved all our lives!"

"No I'm still here, go ahead," Kyoya said ignoring him and focusing back on his correspondent over the headset.

"Isn't there supposed to be a backup pilot in cases such as these?" Honey said frowning looking at Mori.

"Yeah," he nodded in agreement.

"Uh, guys we got a problem…" the twins said as they emerged. "All the stewardesses are in the back unconscious as well…"

"What!?" Haruhi and Tamaki gasped.

"The people are still panicking," Hikaru explained.

"All right men!" Tamaki said seriously. "Our job as members of the Host Club is to make all women happy! There a plenty of women on this plane who are scared and upset now. So, let's get out there and start making these people happy!"

He pointed suddenly to the twins, "Hikaru! Kaoru! Go find some spare uniforms that we can put on!"

"Yes Sir!" they said and they hurried off.

"Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai, you guys did some great cooking that day we went to the beach, so go see what you can do about food for these people!"

"Yes!" they answered.

"Kyoya, you keep flying the plane and Haruhi, you stay with the pilot and let Kyoya walk you through anything you might be able to do for him or the unconscious stewardesses."

"What are you going to do Tamaki-senpai?" Haruhi asked blinking up at him.

Ten minutes later Tamaki was serving drinks to the crowd at large wearing a male stewards uniform. The twins were consoling and chatting up the passengers. Honey and Mori were making meals for the guests and even talking occasionally. Honey even consoled the crying baby on board that no one else seemed able to soothe.

Haruhi was going back and forth between the pilot and the unconscious stewardesses to check their vitals and look for any signs of something more serious. She walked back into the cockpit sitting in the pilot assistants chair with a slight sigh.

"Kyoya-senpai…" she said turning to him.

"Hhmmm?" he answered not taking his eyes off the sky.

"What do you think happened to them?" Haruhi asked glancing at the Pilot behind her who was resting under a blanket his head propped up on a pillow. She had put the unconscious stewardesses in a similar state in back.

"From their conditions I would assume they were drugged," Kyoya answered. "But we can't be sure without running tests. Still, if this were a medical condition it seems awfully coincidental that the Pilot and every stewardess on board would all take ill at the same time. Being drugged would be the most logical explanation…"

"You think they'll be okay?"

"They'll be fine," Kyoya answered her. "If anything more serious were going to happen, then it would have already happened by now."

She smiled, "You know, if I ever found I couldn't be a lawyer. I think the next best thing would be a doctor…"

Kyoya glanced at her taking his eyes off the sky for the first time, "If you ever did decide to be a doctor I would make sure you got a job at one of our hospitals."

"Yeah?" she said smiling, her face lighting up in such a brightened expression. Kyoya straightened his glasses looking back out and away from her.

"Hikaru!" Kaoru said annoyed. "Slow down! I can't keep up!"

Getting to her feet Haruhi walked to the cockpit door. Kaoru and Hikaru seemed to be attempting to juggle between the two of them the stress balls that the stewardesses often gave to passengers when they were nervous about their flight, and Kaoru suddenly missed the next ball and the whole pattern was thrown off. All the balls fell to the ground and Kaoru fell to his knees.

"Hikaru! Now look what you did… you made me drop them…"

"He he… Seems you need more practice!" Hikaru said grinning.

"If you would have just slowed down, I could have kept up… Why are you always so mean…" he said, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

Hikaru knelt down on one knee before him cupping his face with his hands. "Forgive me Kaoru… once again my showing off has upset you… I'm so sorry…"

He used his thumb to wipe away a tear and many of the girls on board gasped in awe. The guys, looked rather confused. A few aisle's over Honey and Mori were serving the finger sandwiches they had put together.

"Thank you," said one of the passengers taking the small plate from Mori. Looking down at it she noticed it wasn't cut quite as nicely as her friends piece had been. "Kind of uneven isn't it?"

"I'm sorry," Honey said putting on his best frown and looking sad. "I tried my best to cut it as even as Takashi's… but with my arm it was really hard…"

The girl's eyes suddenly grew round as marbles as she stared down at him, "Oh no! Don't you worry about that? I'm sure it will be just as good. Thank you so much!"

"Really!" Honey said smiling. With a wave from his free hand they turned to serve the next passengers a seat up and the girls from the previous row squealed at Honey's cuteness.

Tamaki was pouring a glass of wine for an elderly lady, "Like you this wine has only matured and grown sweeter with age. Please my dear Lady accept this drink to calm your nerves and still my heart, for your flushed and worried face has sent my soul into a panic…"

The older woman looked like she was going to faint, and Haruhi smiled. She was reminded of their days at the Host Club… and she kind of missed them…

"Ugh…"

She turned around. "Kyoya-senpai, the pilot looks like he's coming around…"

Kyoya glanced in his direction as the man sat up looking groggy, "Ugh… what happened?"

"Finally awake?" Kyoya asked.

He looked up at him, "Who are you?"

"I'm the one driving your airplane. You fell unconscious on us. Do by chance remember if you ate or drank anything funny?"

The man weakly climbed to his feat siting in the seat next to Kyoya, "Uh… no. I don't… I don't think… I mean… I had some coffee that the stewardess brought me, but nothing strange."

"I see," Kyoya said. "Please rest up so you will be well enough to land. I've never landed an airplane as large as this, so I'm not really confident that I can."

"Uh… yeah…"

"Haruhi, bring the Pilot some water," Kyoya said, he put the headset back on speaking into it. "This is Kyoya again. Our Pilot seems to have come to. I'm going to give him some time to rest so he'll hopefully be coherent enough to land."

The Pilot grabbed a second headset on the dash board and began answering the questions from his boss. A few minutes later, the stewardesses came to and about a half hour after that the Pilot landed them safely in Kishon.

When they got off a small reception met them and Kyoya was congratulated for keeping a cool head head and flying the plane until the Pilot awoke. When the crowd had begun dispersing they noticed a limo where Keishin and Honey's Uncle were waiting…

"Oy! Over here!" Keishin called happily to them and thus they approached but with caution.

"We heard things got rather exciting up there…" Keishin said to Haruhi with a grin.

"I wouldn't call almost crashing exciting," Haruhi answered with a slight frown. She hadn't forgotten their last meeting or how the man just behind Keishin had hurt Honey so badly.

"It's a good thing you were there Mr. third son of the Otori family…" he said glancing to him.

"Oh, it was nothing," he answered ignoring the slightly insulting tone to his words.

"Well the King will be quite pleased with you, you saved our precious Princess after all," he explained and suddenly he held a hand out to Haruhi. "My Lady, your chariot awaits… And by chariot I mean limo."

"I'd be fine with taking a cab…" she said frowning.

"Nonsense," he said. "You are our Princess and you should arrive in style. Besides, I doubt the gates to our Palace would even open for a cab…"

He turned walking over and opening the door, "There is more than enough room for all your friends as well. We anticipated their wanting to come and have made accommodations accordingly…"

She frowned but gave in. Whatever got her there quicker so this whole nonsense could be put behind her she supposed, and thus she climbed in, the rest of the Host Club, Keishin and Honey's uncle surprising all fit comfortably in the stretch limo.

"Mi-chan," Hasuru said smiling. Honey glanced his direction without turning his head. "How about a drink Mi-chan, as peace offering over your failure…"

"No thank you," Honey answered.

"C'mon Mi-chan, be a man," he said.

"I'm not old enough to drink," he pointed out.

"Really? How old are you now?"

"Eighteen."

"Eighteen and you're that short? Heh… I told my brother not to marry that short girl from that Kurunyo family," he said to Keishin. Honey's frown stiffened slightly. "But never mind about that Mi-chan, you can drink at eighteen here in Kishon."

"No thank you," he said more firmly.

"Leave him be Hasuru," Keishin said before turning to Haruhi. "Princess, first things first I will take you on a grand tour of your Palace. We have tennis courts (if you play), three pools, a large and lovely garden in which your late Mother adored greatly."

"I wanted to talk about that… exactly why do you assume your late Princess was my Mother?" Haruhi asked frowning.

"Hhmm?" Keishin frowned looking slightly surprised. "Our late Princess was very intelligent. She did not wish to be found, and thus we were not able to find her. However thanks to more updated technology of recent years we were able to track her based on photo search in which we linked one of her pictures to her most recent fake I.D."

"Though we knew that method had faults and thus we looked deeply into Mrs. Kotoko Fujioka's life and we found many clues as to the fact that she was indeed our Princess. We looked into her past, her present… Her marriage…" he said smiling fondly at Haruhi as though she were something he treasured. "Imagine, our Princess wedding someone like that… Well, since we learned fairly quickly that she died we knew the only heir to the throne would be in her child, and thus we went to see your Father in person and ask. When he said he had indeed conceived a child with our Princess, I was… surprised…"

Haruhi frowned having felt very insulted by his saying, someone like that.

"But no matter, you are here now, and after all this time. Our King's throne will have an heir at last," he said smiling.

"I still don't see where the proof is exactly…" Haruhi said frowning.

Keishin reached his hand out taking Haruhi's. "As soon as we get to the Palace, I will show you all the proof you'd ever want to see."

"Ah… So yeah!" Tamaki said nervously suddenly getting up he moved to sit between Haruhi and Keishin. "I'm personally really looking forward to see this Palace. I bet it must be huge! Do you guys have moat?"

"Like those circular lakes that went around old timey castles from fairtales?" Keishin asked eyeing him.

"Uh-huh!" Tamaki said excitedly. "And of course you must have towers where the Princess can let down her hair and—"

"Look," Keishin said sighing. "About thirty years ago there was a horrific fire in the our old Palace and it had to be entirely renovated. There really is nothing ancient about it. It's quit modern."

"No moat or towers?" Tamaki said looking slightly disheartend.

"No."

"Well, do you guys at least have a drawbridge?" he asked hopefully.

"I think those come with moats boss," the twins pointed out.

"Oh…" Tamaki was looking upset, like how he would always get when his fanatic imagination was proven to be false in reality.

"Hey, do you guys have horses?" Haruhi asked.

"Yes of course," Keishin answered.

"By any chance are they white?"

"Uh… some of them are…"

"See Tamaki, they have white horses like Prince's would ride. See, it is sort of like a fairytale castle…" she said smiling at him.

He looked at her and grinned back, "Yeah, I guess it kind of is."

Hikaru leaned back folding his arms with a frown. They really did make a nice couple…

When the doors of the Kishon Palace opened they were met with a gran corridor dawned with paintings and chandeliers of grand stature. The floor was marble the rug looked fancy… All the windows seemed to be regular glass with the edges leading into stained glass as each window had a decorative rose in the corner.

They were taken off to the side where a pair of grand double doors opened up to reveal a ballroom. A table had been set up with fancy china plates and glasses. Along the walls stood a number of servants.

"This is where we will hold our ball tomorrow. Today however, we have prepared a feast for you…" he said bowing them in.

Talking rather excitedly the host club went over to the table in which name tags were placed at their seats. Haruhi was at the end, along with the King who didn't seem to be present yet. Honey sat on Haruhi's left as was customary of one in service to her. They all took their seats, the opposite end of the table still empty.

"So, will the King be joining us?" Haruhi asked Keishin who had sat himself at her right to Tamaki's dismay.

"Yes, he should only be a few minutes. He'll be announced when he's arrived. Until then we should dicuss what you'll be doing after the ball."

"What do you mean?" Haruhi asked.

"Well, you'll of course be staying, your Grandfather has been quite lonely and I know it would make him so very happy if you would come here to live with him."

"I can't," she said. "I'm currently on a study abroad trip," Haruhi said. "As you know."

"Yes," he said smiling. "But Kishon has some of the greatest teachers from across the globe. I assure you anything you might wish to know or learn on your trip to America you can of course learn here."

"Thank you for the offer," Haruhi said. "But I would still like to retu—"

"My Princess you must be reasonable, now that we have found you, we want you to live here. In your Palace—"

"Annoucing his Imperial Highness! The King of Kishon!"

Keishin got to his feet and grabbed his glass holding it high above his head Honey's uncle and Kyoya had already done the same, "Please everyone, if you would follow my lead."

The rest of the members of the host club got to their feet too holding their glasses high. Though when Haruhi made to do so Keishin whispered to her, "Not you your highness, this is to honor the entrance of royal family members, you are a part of that category so you can remain seated."

"Uh… okay," she said softly as she did so.

The far doors opened and a man walked through looking strict. He was dressed in a business suit adorned with a sash and a number of elaborate pins and buttons. He had brown hair and eyes that matched Haruhi's color almost exactly, though his hair had bits of grey from age.

"Our King!" Keishin said happily along with Honey's uncle and Kyoya, and the host club awkwardly followed suit. Smiling the King took his seat and that seemed to be the signal for the rest of them to sit down.

Kaoru who was seated beside Kyoya leaned over, "And just why do you seem to know everything we're supposed to do?"

"Come now, only a fool would visit another country without fully researching the places customs," he said smiling.

"He really is a jackass…" Tamaki said in an undertone staring down the table at Kyoya.

"So you are Haruhi," the King said staring at her.

Haruhi nodded nervously. To her disappointment, this guy really did look like he could be her grandfather, which didn't help her case of trying to prove she wasn't royalty.

"You look just like your Mother," he said smiling at her.

"Uh… thank you… but, your highness. I think there has been some mistake. I really don't think I could be—"

"Hasuru, please bring the portrait," he said softly. Honey's uncle got up and left the room.

"I have something to show you which I think will prove to you that you indeed are my Granddaughter," he said smiling.

A minute later Hasuru wheeled in a painting that was covered with a tarp. He wheeled it down to Haruhi's end of the table as the King spoke, "This painting was painted when my daughter was your age. You're sixteen I believe…"

Hasuru pulled the tarp off revealing what appeared to be a portrait of Haruhi with long hair, wearing a gorgeous gown, she was smiling.

"That painting used to be in the hall with other depictions of the royal family members, but since the day she ran away I have hung it in my room to ensure I won't forget her face…" the King said frowning.

Haruhi stared at the picture. It did look so much like her. Not to mention the whole Lobelia evidence. So it was true. She really was the Princess. The realization seemed to only just hit her. She had been so sure something would come up that would be clear cut evidence they had been mistaken and she could at that point go home with her friends and this would all be but a memory. Though it seemed… she really was the Princess, and that meant her mother… her mother had lied…

Tamaki was staring at the portrait. He recognized that smile on Haruhi's Mother's face. It wasn't real. It wasn't a genuine smile. He felt like someone had clenched his heart and squeezed it. His mother used to smile like that, back when he told her he was leaving for Japan in order to help her. She had smiled at him, but it was filled with sadness and pain. Much like the smile Haruhi's mother had in that portrait.

"Plus, your Mother's name provides more evidence. She was Princess Koriko Tokari Korokawa, look at the first letters… Ko To Ko…" the King raised a finger at each syllable.

Haruhi frowned, her gaze falling to her plate.

"Well, now that that matter is settled," the King said softly. "Let's eat." He snapped his fingers and the servants along the walls immediately shuffled about to bring the food.

Haruhi stared at her plate in disbelief as the empty china was replaced with plates of food. Her mother had lied to her. Never once… not one time had she ever bother to mention that she was the Princess of Kishon… Her mother was a lawyer. A respectable lawyer of a small firm… Nothing else!

"Haruhi?" Tamaki said staring at her.

She looked up at him and his expression fell. "Haruhi, why are you crying?"

Was she? Haruhi reached up touching her cheek that was wet with tears. She grabbed her napkin quickly burying her face in it.

"Haru-chan?" Honey said blinking up at her.

"Sorry," she said wiping her eyes and then blowing her nose. "I'm fine."

"Haruhi…" Tamaki said softly.

"I just… never thought… something like this. I convinced myself it couldn't be. Because my Mother wouldn't lie to me! But she did," Haurhi said softly frowning. "Well, I'm sure she had a good reason…"

"I wouldn't say that, but regardless…" the King said smiling. "You are my Granddaughter and I have no doubts about that…"

Keishin then got to his feet where he held his glass up. Once again everyone around the table did the same. "Our Princess!" they cheered together.

The King smiled at her from the end of the rows of saluting people on either side of the table. She suddenly had an overwhelming sense of dread hit her. What kind of Princess could she possibly make?

After dinner Kishon took everyone on a tour of the Palace and the King (who hugged Haruhi before he left) had had other business to attend to and thus did not come along. They were shown the tennis court and the Pools as well as many other places. The last visit was to the bedroom that had belonged to Haruhi's Mother, and Keishin explained that the room was now hers if she wanted it.

It was a large room (about the size of Haruhi's whole apartment), there was a plush and comfy four poster bed. What appeared to be a small library in the corner with a sofa seat set up there for comfortable reading… There was a room barrier in the corner, the kind fancy ladies would change behind in older movies. Two doors at one side of the room led to a personal bathroom for the princess with a tub that seemed to be the size of a spa and was set in the floor. The other room was an insanely large closet.

"I am told that your Mother loved to read in that little corner," Keishin said smiling. "Do you find any of her books interesting? If not, we would be happy to bring some in that suit your taste better."

Haruhi walked up to the bookcase and skimmed her collection. It seemed most of the books were law books. One of which still had a bookmark in it. Haruhi frowned.

"The bed is soft," the twins said laying down on it and staring up at the ceiling.

"Haru-chan, you should see your balcony view!" Honey said smiling.

"Yeah…" she said dully without turning to look.

"Well, Princess. You have had a long day. I think it would be best if I left you with your friends. Please go to bed at a reasonable hour and tomorrow we'll take you on a tour through some of the cities," Keishin said bowing. He motioned for Hasuru to follow him and they went to the door.

Keishin turned back to the room at large, "We have kept the event with the air plane out of the media, and I would personally like to request that you don't mention the incident that occurred on the plane ride here. None of you, it would needlessly worry our King."

"Of course," Kyoya said smiling. "You have a good night, both of you."

With that they left closing the door behind them. Kyoya frowned immediately.

"Well isn't that interesting…" he said softly turning to the lamp on the nightstand beside the bed.

"Huh?" Koaru asked nonchalantly while he examined some of the beautiful dresses within the closet.

"Nothing," Kyoya said as he examined the lamp shade.

"Guys, I don't want to be rude or anything… but do you think I could call an early night?" Haruhi asked. "I have a lot to think about…"

Tamaki looked at her noticing her sad expression, "Haruhi, your Mother (I'm sure) had a good reason for not telling you about all this…"

"Tamaki can we talk about this tomorrow…" Haruhi asked not looking at him.

"But Haruhi…"

"C'mon Tama-chan," Honey said using his uninjured armed to grab Tamaki's, and without letting him go he hurried to the door. "Haru-chan, if you need me for anything just call my cell okay."

"Okay Honey-senpai…" she said softly and then felt fingers in her hair and she looked up to Mori-senpai smiling at her before heading to the door too. The twins and Kyoya followed as well, and they all bid her goodnight. When they walked out of her room they were met by what appeared to be two bodyguards on each side of her door.

"Honeynozuka-sama," the servant said bowing. "Your room shall be right next to Princess Haruhi, should she need her servant."

"Oh okay," Honey said smiling.

"Morinozuka-sama, Otori-sama, Hitachin-sama's, Suoh-sama," the other servant said bowing. "Please allow me to escort you all to your rooms, they are in the next wing over."

"Alright," Tamaki said feeling somewhat uncomfortable, as these guys looked awfully muscular to be just regular servants.

Honey was instructed to enter the room to Haruhi's right, and he waved goodnight to them all before entering. The other servant walked with them to the other wing and led them to a corridor in which there was a room for each of them and a servant standing outside each door. All of them just as built as the others.

"Please pick out which rooms you wish to have in this hall. There is one for each of you," the servant who led them there said smiling. "They are all the same though."

Feeling rather awkward they all went to the doors of the rooms they picked and then…

"I'm sorry, only one person per room please," said the servant at the door the Hitachin brothers had picked.

"It's fine, were siblings. We always share a—"

"You will sleep much better in separate rooms," the servant said staring down at them.

"That's okay, we wanna sleep in the same—"

"You will sleep much better in separate rooms," the servant said again. This time he emphasized separate.

"Uh… okay then," Kaoru said awkwardly. "I guess I'll just take this one…"

"Good choice Hatachin-sama," the servant said. "All of your suitcases will be delivered within a few minutes."

Thus they all went into separate rooms, and Kyoya removed his tie taking out his cell phone. No service. Just as he thought… He walked over to his lamp and glanced at the inside rim. There was a bug there. Not an insect one, but one of those ones that might be in a spy movie to monitor discussion. He had seen the same thing in Haruhi's lamp…

Haruhi felt like her heart had fallen through the floor, and she took out her cell phone. She knew the one person she needed to talk to right now more than anyone. Her father…

Though when she tried to dial it she noticed she didn't get service. Getting to her feet she went to the balcony, still no luck. Then she went over to her door and opened it with the intent on possibly finding somewhere with service. Only…

"Do you need something your Highness?" the servant at her door asked.

"Uh… I don't have service here, so I was gonna go find—"

"The country of Kishon does not have the same lines of communication as the rest of the world. Thus our cell phone towers would be useless for any hand held phones not purchased here in Kishon. However, if you need to make an international call you may use the landline in your room which has been set up to do so."

"Oh…" Haruhi said. "Thanks…"

She closed the door behind her and went to her night stand noticing a rather fancy phone by the lamp there. He picked it up noticing there were no buttons, but it was one of those old fashioned turning phones. Number by number she dialed the code for Japan and then her Father's number.

"Hello?" her father's voice answered.

"Hi Dad…" she said taking a deep breath. "We need to talk…"

"Sweetie, what's wrong?"

"It's true Dad. Mom was a Princess. Did she never tell you?"

"…no, she never mentioned it," her father answered. "But are you sure?"

"Well, the Lobellia Academy pictures… the portrait they have here of Mom when she was my age. It can't be anything else."

"Well, your Mother did always get rather nervous whenever I would ask her about the past…" he said with a touch of sadness. He could tell his daughter was so much upset about the face her Mother was a Princess, but about the fact she had hid it… Haruhi idolized her mother, and the idea that she had this whole life neither of them knew about… It hurt both of them to know this…

"Haruhi…" he said softly into the phone he heard his daughter get a little too quiet. His daughter always tried to be strong and stand on her own two feet. So when breath hitched with the characteristics of crying, he felt his heart drop. "Haruhi, you mother was a great lawyer, she was a good woman, and a wonderful Mother… Princess or not, that's who she was... I'm sure your mother... She had her reasons for not telling us."

"Yeah… I know. Thanks Dad," Haruhi said smiling. "I'll call you tomorrow. Love you."

With that she hung up and got her feet walking over to her mirror, she wiped her face. "No more tears," she told herself. "This does not change the Mother you remember," she told herself.

Then she forced a smile before it faltered a second later… But… what was the reason she had for not telling us?

"Haru-chan! Haru-chan!"

She blinked to find Honey sitting on her bed smiling at her.

"Ugh… Honey-senpai?" she said yawning. "Good morning."

"Haru-chan," he said smiling. "What do you think they'll have for breakfast here? Dinner wasn't too good. People in Kishon sure love their salt huh… I hope breakfast will be more sweet than salty."

Haruhi smiled as she sat up pulling her knees to her chest. "How are your arm and ribs Honey-senpai?"

"Oh their doing good," Honey said looking down at his casted arm. "This should only take four or five weeks to heal, my ribs too if I don't do anything to hurt them again."

"So I take it don't hurt anymore?" Haruhi asked, knowing that they were probably very painful. She got up and noticed someone had brought her suitcase while she was sleeping she went over and brought it to her bed so she could pick out something to wear for the day.

"Sometimes," Honey explained. "But it's okay because pain is important too, you know?"

"I doubt that," Haurhi said pulling out the outfit she wanted that day, she was thinking she would be just fine if she could feel no pain at all. Then she wouldn't be so hurt that her Mother had lied to her all her life.

"No pain is important! Because you can still get injured. Like if someone were to walk through fire. If they didn't have pain to tell them fire was bad, then they would just walk through it and get more and more burned until eventually they die."

Haruhi noticed the changing wall, and she figured she might as well use it so she could still talk to Honey. So she took her clothes behind it.

"I suppose in that case pain is important…" Haruhi agreed.

"Yup," Honey said laying back on her bed with his uninjured arm behind his head. "We learn pain is important when we train, and we learn to recognize good pain and bad pain."

"So… Honey-senpai…" Haruhi said figuring now might be a good time to talk to him about what she had seen.

"Are you… um… Are you and Mori-senpai a couple?"

Honey blinked glancing in the direction of where Haruhi was changing though he couldn't see her. Haruhi was holding her breath waiting for Honey's answer.

"No," Honey answered. "We're not."

Frowning she quickly pulled on her shirt which was the last thing she had to put on. "That… That's a lie. Honey-senpai you and—" She emerged around the corner of the changing wall to see Honey sit up smiling at her, but it was a strange smile. Not at all like the one he usually had at the Host Club. It was a sad smile that she couldn't ever remember seeing him wear before.

"Takashi is my cousin by marriage, he is my friend, as well as my servant," Honey said. "He means a lot to me, but no… we are not a couple."

"Honey-senpai, that day back at the apartment, he kissed you… and it wasn't a kiss like ones family members might share… I don't understand why you're denying it…"

"Well, admitting it would be a bad pain," Honey said smiling wider but with that underlining tone of trouble.

Haruhi's eyes widened slightly, she didn't really understand what he meant by that, but couldn't ask him either for the door to her room opened right then and Tamaki and the others walked in.

"Haruhi," Tamaki said grinning. "It's time for breakfast. Do you think they already planned breakfast or do you think we can order something we'd like?"

"As to that," said a voice from the hallway making Tamaki jump a little as Keishin walked in as well. "Breakfast has already been prepared…"

Keishin turned bowing to Haruhi, "My Princess, I would be happy to escort you to breakfast if you wish."

He held his hand out to her smiling and in the background Tamaki looked… panicked!

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