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Alianore was scheming. She loved that word, scheming. It made her feel like a criminal mastermind or a politician. What she was scheming about had nothing to do with criminal activities or politics though. Her schemes were much more mundane.

She was attempting to create a battle plan that would allow her to dispose of Haruhi and lay siege on Tamaki's heart. True, she was still angry at him for abandoning her in France with nary a word, spoken or written.

Her plan at the moment consisted of making Tamaki jealous, which would make him realize he still had feelings for her. She couldn't forgive him for hurting her if he didn't have feelings for her. Her problem with this was that she wasn't quite sure how to make him jealous.

Alianore put her head in her hands and tried to think up a way. She didn't want to actually date someone else and break their heart. She also didn't want to sleep around; she wasn't that kind of girl. Alianore sighed to herself when she got a phone call. Glancing at her phone she didn't recognize the number, but then, she didn't really care right now.

She hit accept and heard a semi-familiar voice. "Hello, this is Kyoya Ohtori; I'm looking for Alianore Roux."

"This is she."

"Ah, good, I have a proposition for you."

Alianore frowned in confusion, "What is it?"

"Well, I would prefer to tell you in person. If you would be willing to meet me at the Sense Tea Corner at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, I would much appreciate it."

Alianore found herself agreeing, "That sounds fine to me. What time would be good?"

"How about 5pm, then if our discussion takes longer than tea we may move over the restaurant for dinner."

"That's fine with me; see you in a few hours."

There was a click on the other end of the phone as Kyoya Ohtori hung up. Alianore frowned to herself as she put the phone down. She wondered what he wanted to talk about. They had never said more than a few words to each other at social events, this was a new development.

A few hours later Alianore was sitting at a table across from Kyoya. Some tea and dainties lay on the table between them. Up until this moment they had only been discussing pleasantries, such as the weather. Now though, the tea and food had arrived, so the waiter would leave them alone for a little while.

Alianore slowly picked up her teacup and brought it to her lips as she coolly asked "Well? Are you ready to tell me your proposition?"

Kyoya nodded slowly "Yes…my proposition is a little complicated, all I ask is that you listen to what I have to say before you respond."

Alianore put her teacup down "Alright, go ahead."

Kyoya cleared his throat and stared straight into Alianore's eyes. "I want you to go out with me." Alianore began to open her mouth to respond, her hair beginning to swirl around her shoulders. Kyoya put up a hand to stop her. "It would not be for real, unless we decide to make it so at some future point. I need to convince my father that I am actively pursuing a wife. I'm sure you can think up some reason as to why it would benefit you of course."

Kyoya's speculative look got Alianore thinking. This was just what she needed to make Tamaki jealous! A crazy smile broke out across Alianore's face as she thought about this. Yes! The little scheming part of her exclaimed. This was exactly what she needed to make Tamaki jealous.

Alianore changed her smile to a sweet one "Yes, I believe we could agree to that. I would like to add a clause: Any breakup between the two of us must be proclaimed to be mutual. Does that work?"

Kyoya smiled softly, "Yes, yes it does. Would you like to start by getting dinner with me tonight?"

Alianore blushed a little, despite her non-interest in him; she still found being asked out by such a handsome man pleasing. "Yes, yes I would."

Several hours later, after a pleasant dinner and dancing, Kyoya walked Alianore up to her apartment. As they stood on the doorstep Alianore felt the urge to kiss Kyoya; which was rather odd, since she had no feelings for him. She figured it had to be because it was the traditional thing to do after a date.

Being Alianore she didn't believe in being proper, but that didn't mean she believed in being improper. So, Alianore went on to her tiptoes and gave Kyoya a kiss on the check before softly whispering "Goodnight."

A few minutes later she was in her apartment, sitting at her desk, in front of her computer. Alianore wasn't quite sure what to think of that evening. If someone had been filming it they would've seen a picture perfect date. In fact, it was too picture perfect, which is what gave away the fact that it wasn't picture perfect at all. No first date was that perfect, she had learned that in high school.

Which meant there had been no feelings on his side, just like there had been on her side. Which was perfect, all she had to do now was change her Facebook status to 'in a relationship' and watch Tamaki freak out! Alianore smiled a rather scary smile as she did this. It would not be long until Tamaki was hers, just like he had been before his evil grandmother took him away from her.

All Haruhi was to their love was a bump in the road. After all, there was no way he could actually be in love with here. How could he? She was barely a woman; she had dressed as a boy for three years. Granted she was pretty, but it was in a rather asexual way.


Author's Note: I meant to have this up several hours ago, but whatever, that's life. I'm out of my internship, the cards were stacked against me, there was nothing I could do. Maybe I will actually work on writing a book, we'll see. Hope you like this. If you notice differences between this Alianore and the Alianore in Facade, remember she has been in Japan for about a year by now and hasn't gotten back with Tamaki. Of course she's a little crazier - in a different way. After all, if she was the same as she was in Facade, Kyoya wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole. He doesn't fall in love with tornados.

Kudos to Rixiroo and YAYfanfics101 for favoriting this story, though no one has reviewed it yet. :( meh