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Sorry it took so long... I didn't mean it to and as a reward it's longer than usual... I think.

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Haruhi couldn't believe the situation she was in, how could this happen? Kyouya rarely even spoke to her and now she was married to him? She stood up, ignoring the pain in her ankle.

"I'll sleep in my own room thank you." Haruhi muttered trying to look strong, all she looked like was a stubborn child and she knew it. Kyouya grinned.

"Shame, I think we could have had fun… me and you." Kyouya paused and then ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit that Haruhi had never seen before. "My father wishes to see us both in his study in an hour, something about a ceremony and a party… there are clothes in the closet, other than your own less formal clothes, find what ever you like and wear it, as long as it isn't your school uniform or jeans and a t-shirt, a dress would do." Kyouya shook his head, he sounded defeated at the mention of his father and looked down at Haruhi, and she was still glaring up at him. "I'll be outside your door in 50 minutes; I'll expect you to be dressed and ready for meeting my father. And please, please don't look at me that way… it was the only way I could have you, the only way I could love you." His voice trailed off so that his last word was little but like a whisper on the wind.

Haruhi gasped, had she just heard right? Had Kyouya really said that he loves her? Her gaze softened momentarily and then slunk back into a glare as she slowly processed it, no it couldn't be true and if it was then it was just a trick that he had come up with to make her more willing. Haruhi's defences of steel flashed back up, no one was going to break them down again, she'd let them drop slightly, thin even, for the host club but now they were back with vengeance; no one was getting past this time.

Kyouya walked out of the room, his posture immaculate, but his arrogance diminished… it was obvious to him that she didn't want nor return his feelings, a one-sided marriage now seemed to be his future. The door shut softly behind him and Haruhi slumped back down onto the bed, her ankle hurting to the point that it brought tears to her eyes.

First, Kyouya had kidnapped her, second he had made her sign a marriage certificate and now he said he loved her?! To Haruhi that all seemed out of order, well except the kidnapping thing which shouldn't have happened in the first place, with a love story. Why had she fallen in love with that jerk? And that was the thing; she did love him, had for half a year, strangely since she had seen him act the bad guy for Tamaki's sake, since she had seen the hurt on his face after his father had hit him. Haruhi knew better than most that Kyouya, the Shadow King, wasn't made out of stone, ice or any other cold and immobile material… if anything he was the most sensitive person she knew; the fact that he hid it so well only made him more sensitive and venerable… but he'd done this, and she couldn't forgive him for that, yet.

Haruhi looked around her at her room, it seemed empty, cold with its size and lack furniture, it seemed like it needed to be filled up with something, people, emotions, memories… anything. Then she noticed the little bedside table, it had a crystal glass placed on a woven mat with the Ootori logo on it, and next to that on a silver tray was a small pill with a note written on delicate paper in a fine cursive script.

This is a pill for the pain,

It should stop the headache and the pain in your ankle,

Take it whole with the water,

Forgive me,

Kyouya

No sentimental words, no kisses just a simple, plain note asking for forgiveness and her well-being, her heart felt like it was being crushed. Haruhi took the pain and stared at the closed door her lips forming the words that she had no wish to say out loud; 'thank you', he didn't deserve her thanks; after all he'd caused all of this. Haruhi cursed, imagine her first love ending this way… only it hadn't ended for some or no reason she still loved the dark, cold man that had locked her up here and forced her to marry him. And yet he still said he loved her.

'I won't love him, I can't… I'll just stop these feelings now and never feel them again, I should never have let him in my heart in the first place, I should have known that he wasn't that good… of course he'd have a dark side to him… they didn't call him 'The Shadow King' for no reason. But it's too late to realise that now, Haruhi, you've been played, you believed his little lies that hinted to a sweet and gentle person underneath.' Haruhi stood up, carefully this time, and walked towards the closet and opened it, she gasped in surprise.

Next to her normal, commoner clothes hung the most beautiful clothes she'd ever seen. Rack upon rack of dresses of all shapes and colours hung, dangling like flowing water or jewels and all for her. Next to these were lines upon lines of skirts of all patterns and shapes; along with these were jeans, designer jeans with their denim colour being a darker, finer colour than that of her commoner jeans that hung next to them, almost cowering at the opulence of their cousins. In the draws were also her t-shirts and also a set of designer tops. It occurred to her then that all of the clothes looked the perfect size for her, the perfect shapes to show off her thin and delicate body, the colours complementing her skin so carefully than she realised that this was no set of clothes picked off a designer rack, they'd been fashioned for her… Hitachiins! Were they in on this?! No… they couldn't be… not with the way they acted, so protective of their friend, they wouldn't let Kyouya take her away, hell they'd be furious when they heard that Kyouya had done this. Surely they'd been tricked by him as she had.

Haruhi carefully took out a small, light purple dress that had straps to hold it up and quickly undressed, she hated dresses but she knew that if she didn't wear one Kyouya would force her into one that he deemed suitable and one that he liked, and to be perfectly honest she didn't want her wardrobe completely controlled. She tugged the dress over her head and pulled it down, it fit snugly, clinging to her body until the top of the thigh and then flared out in excess material, fluttering daintily around her legs but ending at the knee. Perfectly respectable Haruhi deemed for seeing Kyouya's stuffy father, she then placed on some shoes that she found at the bottom of the closet, well there had to be hundreds there but she chose these, they were the same purple and had a small heel, not too much for her, and laced up with thin, delicate ribbons that made her hands shake as she tied them.

Haruhi didn't dare look in the mirror and instead decided to search the various draws in a vanity table that she had found in a corner, for a hair brush, she found several, all different types for different jobs, but she found the bristly one that she recognised as something that she would usually comb her hair with, she quickly brushed her hair into a more feminine style, the old man wouldn't appreciate and boyish hair-style she was sure, and put a purple headband on that she had found in the same draw as the brush.

Haruhi sat on the bed, wondering what time it was and how she would occupy herself when she heard a gentle tap on the door and then the muffled sound of Kyouya's voice sounding vaguely and strangely nervous for the first time ever.

"Um, Haruhi… are you ready? Can I come in?" It was unusual hearing Kyouya unsure and Haruhi giggled at the sound, forgetting momentarily that she was mad with him. Her giggles soon stopped as she remembered the reason as to why she was here and getting changed in order to meet his father.

"Yes." Haruhi replied shortly, making sure that he would notice the annoyed and frustrated tone in her voice as the door-handle dipped down and the door opened slowly, no sound came from its well oiled hinges. Kyouya was dressed in a black dinner suit, no tie was in place and he smiled at her appearance.

"Sorry," He said shortly and then walked towards her, quickly holding out his hand for her, she took it more out of the fact that it was still hard to walk on her ankle, though the pain in her ankle had disappeared thanks to Kyouya's pill, than for the security it would provide when meeting his frankly scary father. "Looks like I'll actually use that purple tie that Fuyumi got me after all." Kyouya muttered an embarrassed look crossed his face before he gently helped Haruhi to her feet. He pulled her out of the room and along a corridor to another door and tugged her inside, this room was bigger than hers, white in colour except for the furniture which was black or dark purple, he walked a closet and tugged open the sliding door and revealed that it was actually a walk in wardrobe filled with more monochrome colours, he pulled open a long, thin draw to reveal ties lined up in neat balls and colour ordered. 'OCD, great, my husband has OCD'. Haruhi muttered under her breath, way too quiet for Kyouya to even realise that she was saying something. Haruhi watched as he pulled out a light, powdery purple tie out of the draw and then tie it quicker than she thought it would have been possible, with a practised ease.

"Um, does your father hate me for what I said to him that time that I met him?" Haruhi asked, shocking Kyouya so much that he actually jumped at the close proximity of her voice, she had walked closer to him unconsciously and now she stepped back. Haruhi refrained a giggle at the look on Kyouya's face, a strange mix of curiosity, embarrassment, shocked and happiness, that was until he glared at her for almost laughing, but the glare lacked the edge that it had when he aimed it at the rest of the Host Club… never had he truly glared at her Haruhi noticed at that moment.

"No," Kyouya frowned slightly and corrected himself, "He was incredibly annoyed and insulted… before he found out that you were a girl, after that, well, it was quite the opposite. He adored you, you were the daughter he wished Fuyumi had been, the strong, independent, intelligent and strong-minded woman that could quite easily become of more use to the Ootori family than as a bride to a rich man…" Kyouya's face creased with pain, "That was all Fuyumi ended up being to my father. But, no. After that incident, and finding out you're gender, he never stopped talking about how brilliant you were, about how you would be an asset to the family, a perfect bride for a man that have a powerful position in the world. He always said that looking at me, and then a week ago he asked for me to go into his study and there he told me that if I wished to have any chance in inheriting his business I would have to have you as my bride." Kyouya laughed shortly and bitterly, "Of course I had known that he would say that for months and had already been trying to catch your attention, but you are a rather unobservant girl when it comes to the attentions of the opposite sex, Haruhi and I ended up having to be a bit more… forceful than I wished to be." Kyouya looked away from Haruhi now and walked back toward the door, motioning for Haruhi to follow. "I truly am sorry." He whispered as she passed him in the doorway, he saw her ears prick at the sound and then her head bow slightly. It wasn't forgiveness but it was better than nothing.

Kyouya's father's study was huge, a dark oak affair with the walls panelled in the carcasses of several old oaks and huge bookshelves lined on every wall, halfway up the wall was a platform, a second floor, the study being two stories high on the right side of the mansion, books filled every shelf, the library of the Ootori clan being extensive having been built up over the years. At the far end of the room was a desk the size of a large bed, behind which sat the old, smart, glasses wearing Ootori. 'It's like seeing Kyouya in fifty years time' Haruhi thought, the idea bringing a small smile to her lips, which she quickly wiped away as the old man stood to look at her.

"Ah, Kyouya, Haruhi." He smiled at them, it wasn't gentle or fatherly, just pleased that they were here, his eyes lingered longer on Haruhi assessing her dressed as a girl and grinned slightly. "Sit, children, sit." He pointed to two chairs in front of the desk. 'Isn't it strange how there is always two? What if you're talking to more than two people?' Haruhi thought, her eyes lingering around the room for more chairs, and then she saw it, the fireplace and the six cushioned chairs that were around it arranged in a neat semi-circle. Kyouya took her hand and her eyebrows shot up until he squeezed it and pulled her along to the two chairs in front of the desk and the imposing head of the Ootori clan.

"Father." Kyouya bowed before seating, signalling Haruhi to do the same.

"Hello…" Haruhi muttered in a muted voice, suddenly surprised by Kyouya's cowering and shrunken demeanour, she sat in the seat to the right of him, he didn't let go of her hand.

"It is brilliant to see you at last Haruhi." Yoshio grinned at her and leaned forward, joining his hands by crossing his fingers one over the other and quietly assessing Haruhi. "It is also brilliant to see you dressed as a girl, my, not only intelligent but pretty too. I can see why Kyouya was so taken with you… he doesn't waste his time with people he doesn't think worthwhile…" Yoshio's face darkened. "Probably my only child that doesn't actually." He grinned again. "Children, they're so hard to control. Though I'm sure your father never had such a problem with you?"

"Uh, no. I pretty much looked after myself, he worked, and still does, nights a lot and so he was generally asleep whilst I was up. I learnt pretty quickly what to do in the situation I was in; I didn't wish to cause trouble for him."

"You brought yourself up? That would explain why you're so independent. Of course, all my children had everything catered for but still Kyouya is so independent it worries me… ah, he'll be a big threat in the future for any company." Yoshio muttered, looking off into the distance with an expression that seemed blank, but Haruhi read behind the façade, he was proud, but looking Kyouya, Kyouya didn't know. Obviously, to Haruhi at least, this family had a hard time expressing their emotions.

"Father, you wished to talk to Haruhi about this?" Kyouya sounded confused but his face was blank.

"Don't question me!" Yoshio commanded him. "No, I didn't. I asked you two here to announce that tomorrow night we will be having a party, a party to announce your engagement, you are already married but without an engagement party people will become suspicious of the circumstances, they will most likely think that poor Haruhi is pregnant… which we cannot have, understand?" Yoshio questioned, they both nodded their heads to confirm and he grinned. "Right and then a week after that we will have the wedding on a Saturday, I do believe that it will be the 16th of March… hmm?" Kyouya nodded in an affirmative, it was the 4th today and it was a Monday.

Haruhi started to get up from the seat until Kyouya pulled her down back into the seat, his father wasn't finished yet.

"Thank you, Kyouya. Another thing Haruhi, I know you work at the Host Club and I believe it is good for making connections, but looking at Kyouya's information on it there is no male customers, except one, now I believe that that is a great gap in the market, and as you will not be allowed to dress as a man after the engagement announcement. After all it is just not proper for the future wife of an Ootori son to dress as a man, Haruhi you will be in charge of opening a Hostess area of the Host Club, of course it will be nothing risqué, it will just be the same as what the current Host's do, talk and provide company to male students, for a price. From now on you will dress as a girl at school, you will announce that you are indeed female and that a Hostess area of the Host Club will open soon under your management at school tomorrow. Is that understood Haruhi?" Haruhi nodded at the imposing man and wondered how the other Host's would react to this, not well she supposed. "Kyouya, you will be in charge of the funding of this establishment that is to be set up, you will find, or build if necessary, an area where the Hostess's can hold their dinner parties and meetings. And I said, nothing risqué, any man or boy found to be putting a finger on any of the Hostess's, especially Haruhi, will be facing expulsion from the school. Understood?"

"Yes, father. Do I have the permission of Chairman Suoh to do what I wish in order to find a place for the Hostess Club and to enforce these rules?" Kyouya replied, his eyes glinting at the prospect of another project and making more money, and under his father's permission. Yoshio grinned at his son's reaction, exactly what he had predicted, he would be excited by the prospect of this project, but soon he would notice that Haruhi would have to Host people, he doubted he would be so pleased with that.

"Yes, Kyouya, you have all of the powers that the Chairman, himself, would have over this project, there is a lot of funding on my behalf that is going into this. And before you ask, yes Haruhi does have to Host, it will be important for her to make the right connections for our company in the future." Yoshio smiled at the expression on Kyouya's face, he was fighting back anger at that order, he didn't want her talking to other men now that he had her and now he had to sell her company to them, of course they couldn't touch her but still… "Haruhi, you will find that your new uniform will have been delivered by tomorrow morning. I wish you both a good day. Spend some time together. Hmm?"

That night Haruhi mulled over the day she had spent with Kyouya, it had been… quiet, to say the least, they spent the day doing homework together, he even helped her on a particularly advanced mathematical question that shouldn't have even appeared on their question papers until university. They had a quiet lunch and tea together, none of the family being around and Haruhi didn't exactly want to see them anyway, her mind was continuously running to the looks on the Host Clubs faces as they heard the news of Kyouya and Haruhi and the rest of school's reaction to Haruhi actually being a girl. She dreaded tomorrow like she would have dreaded the plague. Haruhi had also gotten a phone call in the middle of the day from Kyouya's sister Fuyumi.

Flashback.

"Hello?" weird no one should know that I'm here…

"Haruhi-chan! Oh it's so brilliant that you'll be taking care of my dear cute and sweet little brother!!! You'll be so happy together I'm sure, father just told me that Kyouya found himself a bride and I just couldn't hold in the excitement I mean sure the other two have got wives but they're so stuck up and plain bitchy! They only care about the latest fashion and gossip, they hated me the moment they saw me and its obvious they just married for money!! If we didn't have secret police they'd probably have affairs but as it is they're too scared of what will happen to them to do that and…" Fuyumi took in a deep breath and carried on with her ceaseless prattle about how excited she was.

"Thank, Fuyumi. I'm sure we can be great friends too." Haruhi answered after Fuyumi had calmed down a bit, oh how she reminded Haruhi of Tamaki, she didn't have the heart to say that she didn't want this marriage, to say she had been kidnapped and that she was forced into it, to say that she both loved and hated Kyouya at the same time for what he had done.

"You'll just have to come shopping with me on Saturday!" Fuyumi ended.

"Sure, that would be nice, I'd get to know you better too… your family's so quiet." Haruhi ended, her voice getting quieter and quieter as she realised that she actually missed her ramshackle friends, so loud and always arguing, her crazy father that never let her be alone, all of that was better than this bitter, stern silence.

"Oh, darling… I know… please, help him escape that." Fuyumi whispered as she hung up the phone. 'That poor, poor girl.'

Haruhi didn't notice the tears that fell from her eyes until two strong arms wrapped around her waist and a mouth whispered close to her ear.

"God, Haruhi, I'm so sorry, so sorry but please, what ever you do, don't cry… it breaks my heart to see you like this." Kyouya whispered and gently kissed her neck, his arms falling from her waist and he turned away, walking out of her bedroom and slowly and silently shutting the door.

Haruhi stood; facing the long window shrouded in wispy yellow curtains and cried silently, her tears trailing slowly down her face, her nose, dripping onto her lips and leaving them salty, down her neck and onto her clothes. Never once did she sob. 'Kyouya, I love you so much it hurts but at the same time I hate you. Every time I gather up enough hate to believe that I won't love you anymore you do something sweet and gentle that makes me love you more. I hate this house, this house that is like a graveyard, silent, neat, dark and foreboding. I want to leave and yet I can't, I can't leave you here in this house alone to rot. You have a heart, please use it.'

Haruhi found the uniform in her closet that morning, it was the same horrible yellow affair that all the girls at Ouran wore and Haruhi wrinkled her nose in distaste, she'd rather wear the boys uniform but that was impossible now. She slipped on the offending garment and tied the bow, combed her hair, brushed her teeth, looked in the mirror, well she looked like a girl and slightly like a lady, she saw Kyouya standing mutely behind her.

"It's time to go Haruhi." And Kyouya offered her his arm, she took it and together they walked through the house to the black limo that was waiting for them, waiting to take them to school where they would reveal Haruhi's true gender and announce an engagement that was sure to shock, horrify and hurt. Haruhi swallowed nervously, even air felt like a lump of food in her throat.


I hope I got the idea of control and uneasiness at the Ootori household, that's what I wanted, I also hope that you now understand why I made Kyouya that way, I want him to have his good points too... I think Haruhi is OOC here :'( it isn't what I hoped but this is what I wanted so...

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