A/N: Alright, this is where the action starts. Warnings below please read them. I also want to say, nothing will happen physically between Haruhi and Sato. He is the bad guy but as I said before, I won't be crossing any lines the show wouldn't have crossed…..okay….maybe one or two but nothing obscene or overly inappropriate.
WARNINGS: Slightly more swearing (the f-bomb a few times) sexual situations, discussion of having sex but no actual sex, making out, feeling up but all clothes on. These are teenagers after all and even the show made some rather funny if not lude jokes about such things. Uhm….sexual situations between two men but once again all clothes on, mild and nothing serious. Welcome to teenagers trying to figure out their desires, it gets messy and confusing.
Thank you for the reviews, for the encouragement and I hope you enjoy chapter three!
Chapter Three
Haruhi Gets Taken!
Ranka walked into his home to find the main room and the dining room empty. He didn't panic, but his feet moved a little quicker as he came to stand outside Haruhi's room. In front of the door laid one of the twins, Hikaru he thought, wrapped up in a sleeping bag and dozing soundly.
Carefully, so as not to disturb the young man Ranka slid open Haruhi's door to find his brother sleeping just on the other side, also wrapped up in blankets. Her eyes raised up to see his daughter sleeping soundly on her mat and his once mortal enemy Tamaki sleeping directly under the window.
No one's getting into this room tonight. Sleep well, my darling.
If Ranka had been a normal parent he would have raised hell to come home and find three boys sleeping anywhere near his daughter.
But, after everything he had heard, after speaking so often with Kyoya, she trusted all of these boys implicitly, and though it pained him to admit it, his daughter was far too mature to allow anything less than gentlemanly behavior.
He held no fear in his mind about these boy's intentions towards his daughter, even the rather inept Tamaki.
Perhaps he was a fool, perhaps he was being taken in. But he did not believe they would be in her room unless Haruhi had given the okay. She trusted them and that was good enough for Ranka.
As he gently closed the door and stepped away from the snoozing twin he made his way to his room and shut the door firmly behind him.
Over the next ten minutes he stripped away the glamorous woman that was Ranka and returned to the rather lackluster man that was Ryoji.
He stared at himself in the mirror, no makeup, no earings and no beauty. Just a tired man who was deathly worried about losing what little he had.
No confidence, no strength left….just Ryoji, the widow, the waste….the man who had been rescued by a woman named Kotoko. Who gave him a chance to be happy... Now only Haruhi and Ranka can make him happy….I wish Ryoji didn't exist.
"Wish that ugly mug would just go away." he whispers as he presses his face into a hand, feeling anguish well up as it often did when he was overworked and stressed.
"Okay, Haruhi, Ranka and crying….crying makes me feel better too." he muses bitterly, "Oh, Kotoko, I'm failing without you. I don't want to be alone anymore, I need you my love-"
I could take care of you, leave no doubt in your mind about that. Haruhi as well. I've spent the last year getting to know you Ranka Fujioka, it would be a shame to waste such beautiful moments.
"Oh God, don't even consider it. He's a kid, just a boy-"
But he isn't, not really, two months till eighteen and he has his whole life planned out. Financially secure and he knows what he wants...what were you doing at eighteen Ryoji?
"Cross dressing and stealing food, jacking stereos….." he muses bitterly at his own failings.
As for the longevity of a relationship, I don't think that is a concern either. Since I have been old enough to understand the concept of romance and sex….of love….I've not found a single person who has even remotely peaked my interest. You are the first, and I want to know what that means.
"So, maybe I'm just an experiment to him, either way, he doesn't kiss like a boy. Doesn't touch like one either…."
You were nineteen when you married Kotoko, she was twenty-five. Pot calling the kettle black much?
"I just don't want to be hurt again. It's been ten years and I still can't let it go, let her go- I'm pathetic, what could he see in me?"
I want to understand what you have become to me, what you mean to me. But to do that, I need your help, I need you.
Not me, Ranka, he likes Ranka, the confident sexy woman you can become. Not the weak pathetic blubbering man hidden underneath. He said he likes your happy personality. If he only knew the depressed wretch you were underneath-
An idea came to Ryoji then as he stared at himself in the mirror, Kyoya may not be a boy-
No, despite his age he is already a man, his life planned out and waiting, his future so bright and clean and ready to be taken.
Ryoji realized that while Kyoya may be smitten with Ranka, he truly knew nothing of Ryoji.
"Looks like I found a way to pay you back after all, Kyoya Ootori….by keeping you from pursuing me I will repay the debt I owe. You will move on quickly, and your future will be safe and happy."
Ryoji looked at his door, "But, first, always first….I will protect my Haruhi. She will always come first. Always."
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Kyoya lay out on his bed, pajama pants resting low as his bare chest shined pale in the moon's light that streamed in from his windows.
So, taking all facts into consideration, the only remaining option would be that Sato has already visited Haruhi twice. Ranka had said Haruhi had left her window open, but Haruhi isn't the type to do something so scatterbrained. I will have to check the lock on her window. She's home alone all the time, late at night. Given the situation Haruhi is currently in, she wouldn't be so foolish. Could be wrong, but it is unlikely.
However, it's more disturbing to think Sato would be brave or clever enough to do such a thing. Desperate men do tend to take desperate measures. Perhaps he is no longer interested in Haruhi, he just wants to see how much the girl remembers. Perhaps there were things Haruhi might remember that could end the man back to prison.
Yet, Haruhi is clearly adamant that she can't remember anything. Even Ranka seemed to think Haruhi doesn't have a clue as to what actually transpired.
Still, I think she remembers more than she is letting on, and she would be the only one with the cold hard facts in regards to what actually happened.
Sato is moving quicker than I expected, I will have to make some adjustments to the plan. Hopefully Mori and Honey will return tomorrow with good news.
Kyoya's thoughts shifted, and he stored the relevant information from the day in the proper compartments of his Mind Palace. Organizing it and making sure to leave a marker so he could find his way back to it all and pour over it again later.
Now, he wanted to think about Ranka…
He had made his move and now all he could do was wait. Ranka seemed interested, in fact, the man gave all the physical signs that would indicate Ranka was attracted to him. Though, he hadn't been as forthcoming as Kyoya had and the young man wondered if he had made himself too clear.
Having told Kyoya to come back in two months when he turned eighteen, Ranka had made a promise, a promise of interest and possibility.
Yet, the man had also given a clear warning.
Make no mistake, Kyoya Ootori, I'm not an easy man to win over, you'll have to prove you are serious- I would not survive if my heart were to break again. I barely survived the first time, and Haruhi suffered for it. I'll not put her, or myself through that again, so you have to be sure...completely.
It was a fair request. Kyoya needed to be certain of his interest in the man, show his interest and prove he was worthy of Ranka's attentions. He could do that, it wouldn't be a problem. The real question was, how would Haruhi take it?
Ranka's final decision for any big change in their life would be solely based on Haruhi. Kyoya was certain if Haruhi disapproved or was uncomfortable with the idea Ranka would break it off, immediately.
There was the other issue….alright...not really an issue so much as a step...Kyoya needed to get to know Ryoji. While most would muse Ranka and Ryoji were the same person it was very clear to Kyoya from the stories Haruhi had told them over the last year the two where very different.
Ranka was confident and strong, outspoken and fierce. Ryoji, however, seemed to be a much more gentle personality. Soft spoken and often times lost in sadness. While Kyoya had predominantly gotten to know Ranka, the woman Ryoji portrayed being more dominant in his interactions with Kyoya, the young man did remember a singular phone call, perhaps the main call, that had peaked his interest in Haruhi's father.
It had been at the end of last year, just after the incident with Eclair.
"Hello? Who is it?" the man had said, no air of feminine grace covering his voice, though the fatigue he was suffering from very evident.
"Hello, Ranka, this is Kyoya Ootori calling. Just wanted to give you my weekly update."
"Oh, hey Kyoya. Good to hear your voice. I just woke up, heading to work soon. Have to make it quick tonight."
"I apologize for disturbing you, should I call back another time?" Kyoya asked.
Ranka had chuckled listlessly, "No, it's fine. Had to pick up a second job again. Haruhi's birthday is coming up and I wanted to get her something special this year. Lord knows she hasn't gotten anything good for awhile. She's patient with me, thank God for small miracles like her.
"I see." Kyoya said in a rather clipped tone, the idea of such a struggle for the man making his eye twitch a little.
"So, how's is my daughter doing this week? Keeping you on your toes I hope." it hadn't thrown Kyoya off to not hear the gentle yet strong tone of Ranka. In fact, there had been a certain enjoyment in actually hearing the man's normal voice. It was a pleasant thing, a bit lower and very warm, comforting….in it's own way.
Kyoya had informed Ranka of the weeks activities, told him how Haruhi was doing with her classes and grades and about the situation that occured with Eclair, leaving out the part about his daughter running wild with a carriage and falling off a bridge into the river.
"My, sounds like you boys had a busy week, my little Haruhi as well. Well, I'm glad it all worked out, though I can't say I'm not a little disappointed Tamaki didn't marry that girl, she sounded….nice.
I know you don't like Tamaki, but I ensure you his intentions towards your daughter are pure. He would never-
I know. It's alright Kyoya. I knew this day would come eventually….I just...not sure I'm ready to….give her up yet. She's my sweet little girl, my angel of mercy. She's so patient with me, even when I don't deserve it. So kind and...all I have left…
He had trailed off, Kyoya had heard the man's tears, heard him sniff and wipe at his nose despite the fact Ranka had obviously pulled the phone from his ear.
"Are you alright?" Kyoya had asked casually, his inquisitive voice calm and soft.
"Yeah. I'm fine, just….been working a lot and I'm tired….I'm always tired actually. Makes me a bit more emotional than I would like, but...well…..that's how it is. Thanks for calling Kyoya, I appreciate it."
"My pleasure, Ranka. If you need anything don't hesitate to call, I will be happy to help."
"Right. Same for you, I guess, though I'm not sure what I could do for someone like you. Still, the offer is there, just call me."
"I will."
Though the conversation had been straight forward Kyoya could tell in that one moment the man had broken down that Ryoji was a completely different person, in both how he handled stress and how he felt about his situation. He was more apt to break down, to wallow in his grief….he was far more complex than Kyoya had ever assumed and in that moment….Kyoya knew, he had started to really develop feelings for the man.
It wasn't until Tamaki had pointed them out that Kyoya was able to evaluate them. He realized it had started early, the anticipation of talking to the man, looking forward to something aside from the Host Club.
Kyoya had even paid Ranka a visit twice during that year. It was how he had gotten those pictures of Haruhi when she had long hair. He had been speaking to Ranka about how it was a pity to not have seen Haruhi with her long hair.
Ranka had excitedly presented the pictures to him and Kyoya's often subtle playful side had come out.
Say, Ranka? Could I borrow these pictures. I promise to return them. I just know those members of the Host Club would love to see Haruhi with her long hair. I dare say they nearly don't believe she ever had any.
Kyoya had tortured Tamaki with them long after the visit to the beach had been over and he wasn't lying when he said it had brought him hours of cruel enjoyment.
All that aside, between the once a week phone calls and the visits Ranka had unknowingly pulled him in over the last year, but Ryoji, Ryoji had turned that drop of interest into a stream of affection and want.
Kyoya was not the type to spout off poetry of undying love, nor was he one to get lost in some irrational and honestly ludicrous fantasy of what their life might be if they were together.
No, his mind was much too analytical and logical for something like that, such things were more Tamaki's style. Kyoya was cool, calm and like Haruhi, very practical.
What he saw in Haruhi's father was a man who wasn't scared to express himself, yet lacked enough humility to admit he needed help. The duplicity in his personality was both a flaw and a strength and Kyoya knew that he could learn a lot from Ranka, and within that man, find a more complex individual that would keep his mind active and alert.
That's often what it came down to for Kyoya, how engaging could a person be, how self-aware and intelligent...and of course….a clever sense of humour.
Ranka might not be a rocket scientist, may not have even gone to school, but what he lacked in the realm of academia he made up for in personality and street smarts.
In fact, one might be brave enough to say, Ranka was Kyoya's polar opposite and it was often implied that opposites attract.
"A rather intriguing notion, in it's own way." he mused softly into his dark room.
Turning onto his side, Kyoya mused on his next step. He would be eighteen soon and he would be able to approach Ranka and possibly start something he had been wanting to pursue for nearly a year.
Would have been nice if Tamaki had said something sooner, damn him. It would have given me more time to make a plan of attack and make sure I have the ace up my sleeve.
As it was, the situation only gave him two months to get passed Ranka and reach out to the man underneath. Two months to get to know Ryoji and make absolutely sure that this is what he wanted.
"I suppose I will have to push him." Kyoya says softly.
Not the best thing to do, and I will have to be very careful about how I approach the situation, but, if all goes well in two months I could wake up and have someone here next to me.
His hand reached out in the darkness, running gently over the cool sheets on the empty side of the bed.
I hope your ready to let your guard down Ryoji, because I'm coming in after you.
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Haruhi woke up to find her room empty. All signs of the boys gone and all the spare bedding folded neatly and piled in the corner of her room. She rubbed at her eyes and realized she felt good.
I must have finally caught up on all the sleep I was missing.
Slowly she stood, making her bed and then getting dressed for school. Looking at her cell she checked the time and realized he had about an hour before she needed to head out the door.
The sound of soft conversation creeped through her door and she made her way out into the dinning area to find Tamaki, the twins and her father all sitting around the table.
"Morning sweetheart!"
"Morning." she said in surprise, seeing they were all enjoying a nice breakfast, "Why didn't you wake me?" she asked as she took a seat between Tamaki and Hikaru.
"Sorry darling, you've just seemed so tired lately the boys and I thought you could use a little extra sleep. Hurry up and eat now, the boys still have to run home and get ready for school!" Her father urged in a gentle and feminine tone.
"Yeah, you can come with us and see our homes for once!" Kaoru offered and Haruhi nodded, "Sure, okay."
She stared down at her food for a moment, the hand that came to her shoulder pulling her to look at Tamaki, "Everything alright?" the blonde boy asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I guess I just wanted to thank you guys for staying with me last night. I slept great and feel pretty refreshed. I wasn't worried about anything with you guys there."
"See what can happen when you allow yourself to depend on others?" Hikaru mused with a triumphant smirk.
"Yeah, think about it, the first ever Host Club sleepover! I think we should make it a monthly thing, it was really fun!" Kaoru said.
"Yeah?" Haruhi asked in surprise.
"Yeah! We can play games and watch movies and tell scary stories! We might even be able to get Kyoya to come!" Hikaru said happily.
"I don't know about that. I don't really see Kyoya as the sleepover type. I mean, he's gone along with a lot of the Host Club's crazy plans but that may be a little too much even for him."
"Yeah, probably, but just think of how annoyed he would be if we made him! I bet you could, don't you think Boss?" Hikaru mused evilly.
Tamaki scratched the back of his head nervously, "I don't know. I tend to agree with Haruhi on this one. Kyoya will do a lot of ridiculous things for the Host Club but I doubt he would want to join in on something as silly and childish as a sleepover."
"I wouldn't say that." came a voice from the doorway and everyone looked over to see Kyoya standing there with a small smirk and knowing eyes.
"Kyoya Senpai, what are you doing here?" Haruhi asked curiously.
"I just dropped by to see how last night went. I let myself in, Ranka, I hope you don't mind. The front door was unlocked and I wanted to make sure Tamaki and everyone else got to school on time. I know your schedule is very busy and would hate the idea of you trying to get everyone up and out the door on your own."
Ranka stared at Kyoya with wide eyes for only a moment before he looked down to his food, "Yes, thank you Kyoya, I appreciate the thought. Won't you join us?"
"I'd be honored." the man approached and sat down at the table on Ranka's left side, carefully helping himself to breakfast before Kaoru asked, "Did you mean it?"
"Mean what?" Kyoya asked simply, his calm voice resonating throughout the room.
"What you said about a sleepover? Would you really come if we had one?"
"I suppose it depends on the location. If it were here then I see no problem with it."
"Why here?" Haruhi asked.
"Well, given the fact you are a young lady and the fact that each of us, for the time being, reside at our parents homes as is dictated by Ouran academies handbook, it would be rather inappropriate to have a sleepover without Haruhi's father present."
"I don't understand-" Kaoru said, "No one knows she is a girl but us, it wouldn't be seen as inappropriate."
"To the outside eye, no, but the very fact that we know she is a girl is enough. Despite Haruhi's preference for male attire, she is a young lady, therefore we must always defer to her father for what he would or would not allow. I think the most respectful course of action, if such an event were to happen, would be to have it in a place where he could keep an eye on her….and those around her."
"I agree." Tamaki said softly, leaning just that bit closer to Haruhi and smiling.
"I appreciate you taking my feelings on the matter into consideration, Kyoya. But the truth is, I trust all of you with the care of my daughter….save for maybe your president." and Tamaki nearly fell over, his face looking dejected and his shoulders slumping.
"If you wish to invite my Haruhi to any of your homes for a sleepover I would not be worried for her safety."
"Really?" Haruhi asked suddenly, staring at her father as if he had just grown a second head.
"Really." he confirmed, though his eyes strayed to Tamaki, "You however, would need to be chained to the floor and cuffed."
Another blow to Tamaki that nearly knocked him out of the room, his face near purple from the strain of not falling at the man's feet and begging for acceptance.
"Well, I think it sounds fun." Haruhi said happily.
"Us too!" The twins agreed as they slung their arms over each others shoulders and gave a thumbs up.
"Very well then, starting each month we will have a sleepover, we can use the time to discuss club matters and think of new ways to improve the overall appeal."
This time the entire far side of the table almost fell over, "I knew he had a reason for wanting to come." Haruhi mused bitterly.
"He's so evil." the Kaoru said in lament.
"Yeah, doesn't he ever take a break?" Hikaru asked.
Ranka gave a small chuckle, "That's Kyoya, never waste an opportunity to improve the business."
"You know me well." the young man said with a smile. Their eyes met but Ranka was quick to look away.
Tamaki exhaled and then stood, "If everyone's done it's time to go. We need to get home and change into clean clothes before school and grab what we might need for the luncheon today. Kyoya, are you coming?"
"I'll be along in a moment, don't worry about waiting for me, I have my own ride."
"Very well. Come on, let's go guys."
As the small group made their way out the door Ranka called after, "Haruhi, have a good day at school sweetie."
"Okay, thanks dad!"
When the front door shut the two were left in silence, a thick one which Kyoya broke by looking at the man next to him and asking, "I do apologize for the inconvenience but would you mind if I have a look at Haruhi's window?"
"Say what?" Ranka asked in his normal voice.
"Your daughter's window. You said Haruhi left her window open."
"Yes, and?"
"I'm concerned she didn't leave it open. In fact, I worry that it may have been a forced entry."
Ranka's face went a little pale and he instantly stood, moving past Kyoya to head directly to his daughters room. Kyoya followed and once they entered the young man went straight to the window to examine the lock.
"Just as I thought. There are scratches on it, most likely from a knife of some sort. Slid it between the two halves and pushed the lock back."
"The hell!" And Ranka pushed past him, eyeing the scratches before he dug hands into his hair and nearly shrieked.
"That's a god-damned jimmy knife! I know those marks anywhere, he used a Jimmy knife to slide through. They are near thin as paper with a curved end. Usually used for removing stereos from cars."
"Then it's as I thought. Sato had come into contact with Haruhi twice."
"Twice?" Ranka stared at him in shock.
"Once by breaking into her room while she was sleeping and once at school. I've no proof it was him but considering you've not had an incident like this in your home before and Sato was only recently removed from Prison the balance of probability would dictate-"
"Don't gives me balances and statistics! I want to know how the hell he found out where we live! I want to know how he knew when I would be at work and Haruhi would be alone! That mother fucker….that…..that mother f-f-uuuuck!" and Ranka slid down the wall, tears cascading as he gripped at his head.
"I can't protect her. I can't protect anyone. I'm a useless waste, so stupid….Kotoko, god Kotoko why did you have to go? Are little girl is in trouble and I'm messing up everything!" he whimpered.
Kyoya came before him, sinking down onto a knee gently before he held out is hand, "Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to Haruhi, as for Sato getting in, you won't have to worry anymore. I am going to post some guards around your home and will be contacting the police to see if they will do an investigation into Sato's wareabouts during the times of both incidents."
Ranka looked up at him, red rim eyes staring at him forlornly before he reached out a shaky hand and took Kyoya's. The young man helped him to stand and Ranka seemed to harden before his eyes.
"Right. Thanks, no need for me to fall to pieces. Worked a long shift last night, I'm just tired. Sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry for. Your daughter is precious to you, it's only right to worry."
"Damn straight. And if I ever get my hands on that bastard I'm going to choke the life out of him." and then Ranka moved past him and out of the room, "I'm getting bars on those fucking windows." Ranka murmured angrily and Kyoya pressed up his glasses as he smirked.
Rather the same personality and mood swings at our King Tamaki, though Ranka seems to be far more capable and willing to actually following through with his threats versus our kind hearted King.
Kyoya leaned in the doorway of the dining room as Ranka stood staring down at the breakfast plates, his eyes hard as his jaw clenched. The silence stretched but it was Ranka who broke it as he bent over to start picking up plates.
"Don't you have to get to school?" His voice was quiet yet hard as he staked plates and condensed the remaining food onto one plate.
Kyoya said nothing as the man, currently dressed in running pants and a t-shirt trudged to the sink and put the plates in it. His hands leaning on the counter as he gazed out the window. A faded image of Haruhi running down the straight to catch the bus playing like an old video in his head.
He wanted to cry but since Kyoya was still here he knew he would have to wait.
Everytime she leaves I feel like I am never going to see her again.
In all honesty, his emotions were running away with him because he was tired, over-worked and worried to near death that somehow Sato would get his hands on her. His weakness was showing all too clearly under the weight of such fears.
However, despite it all, he was glad Kyoya had come by this morning. The man had pointed out the break in as well as put some of the puzzle together, keeping his word on updating Ranka about his daughters well-fair. It was only fair he returned the favor. Now he didn't have to wait to implement his plan.
He had on nothing, no makeup, his outfit was wrinkled and old, his hair had not even been brushed, simply put up in a loose bun, the thing sagging down as stray strands fell down around his face. His cheeks were red from crying and his nose was runny, the perfect picture of a bat-shit crazy individual who needed serious mental help but who was trying to hold himself together for the sake of his daughter. The perfect image to make Kyoya go running for the hills and find someone much more suited to him.
God, I'm so tired.
It was the feeling of hands coming to rest on either shoulder that made him look away from the window, the faded memory disappearing from view, and he felt those hands run down his arms only to gently wrap around him.
"You seem tired today. Why don't you go back to bed, I can clean up breakfast." Kyoya intoned gently.
Ranka took a deep breath and swallowed, pulling at the young man's arms and turning around.
He didn't use his performance voice, in fact, he let it all show. His annoyance and fatigue, his anger and fear before he said in his regular voice, "I appreciate it, but I can handle it. You best head to school. I can take care of the mess myself."
Kyoya's face remained impassive, but he watched Ranka carefully, trying to figure out where the cold shoulder was suddenly coming from. He had seemed fine last night, as well as this morning at breakfast, yet now, Ranka appeared before him looking rather unwelcoming.
"Your angry." Kyoya said softly, "You don't want me to be here, it bothers you that I came."
"Bothers me? While I appreciate the updates on my daughter and the input about the window I'm not sure bothered is the right word. Am I bothered? That you showed up uninvited into my home, inserted yourself into the breakfast I was sharing with my daughter...playing as if you are the head of house. No, why would that bother me?"
The young man stood there staring at Ranka, his face still that unreadable mask of cool indifference before he said softly, "So, this is Ryoji I've been talking to. I was wondering how I was going to get you to show yourself, didn't expect it to be so soon."
Ranka's eyes grew wide before he snarled, "And just what do you mean by that? Honestly, you're not making any sense Kyoya Ootori." and Ranka crossed his arms, looked away angrily before biting at his bottom lip.
Slowly, so his intentions would be clear, Kyoya raised a hand to Ranka's cheek, turning his face to look back at him, "If I'm going to pursue you, I need to know about all of you. Not just my lovely Ranka. I need to know a bit about Ryoji as well. I thought I might have to try and dig him out, but it seems you elected to introduce me on your own. It's rather satisfying, in its own way."
Ranka's face had gone from annoyed to surprised and then to terrified before he turned away and moved out of Kyoya's reach.
"And here I thought you were simply a young man mystified by the image of me as Ranka. The young man seeking out love from a woman who made him feel like a man."
"On the contrary. I don't need Ranka or anyone else to make me feel like a man. I already am one. You, on the other hand, are rather more duplicitous than that, aren't you?"
"Oh, don't go getting all psychologist on me now, Kyoya. I've had enough of that from this mess with Dr. Sato. All I want is a life with my daughter, for her to be safe, happy and healthy. Nothing else matters-"
"Not even you?" Kyoya asks softly.
Ranka looks at the floor, his back to the young man behind him as his brow furrows in sadness, "No. Until she is on her own with someone who can take care of her and be a real partner to her, I won't rest. She is my only concern. Anything I may want can wait, will always wait."
"Maybe it doesn't have to." Kyoya says and Ranka feels him move closer, noticed the heat from Kyoya's chest caress his back as those hands return to his shoulders.
"I said I could take care of you-"
"And I said you need to wait until you are eighteen and have given your request of me more serious thought." Ryoji snapped as tears came to his eyes.
Please don't cry, you're being a huge baby, don't cry again, not right now, not in front of Kyoya, it would be too humiliating….don't get overly emotional...he is just a kid, doesn't know what he is saying-
"And I plan to do as you have requested of me. But, you never said in the two months before I turned eighteen I couldn't get to know you better. Nor did you refuse my help. So, if I elected to come over and help you clean up breakfast, it is for no other reason then the fact you are my friend."
Ranka had nothing he could say to that because Kyoya was right. Ranka had not set very clear boundaries on what Kyoya could or could not do in the next two months as he counted down to his birthday. If Kyoya wanted to spend this time trying to get to know him better, to win him over, Ranka couldn't stop him.
"I just want to help lift your burdens, Ranka. It would mean a great deal to me if you would allow me to do so."
"You are a very silly young man." Ranka said softly.
"So are you, it would seem."
"I'm not young, Kyoya. But you are. If you want to get to know me better then fine, I can't stop you. But you need to understand that Haruhi will always come first, nothing else matters to me but her and her happiness." and Ranka's shoulders slumped a little.
"Of course. I'd expect nothing else from such a devoted father. May I make a request?"
"A request? From me? What could I possibly have that you would want."
"Will you look at me now?" came Kyoya's cool voice.
Ranka sighed and then smirked before he turned around, Kyoya's hand coming to run knuckles gently down his cheek.
"Much better." Kyoya mused.
"You have expectations for this, for being with me….it won't be anything like you imagine. I don't have anything before me, and only a trail of damage in my wake. The confident and sexy Ranka is nothing but a projection of what I want to be. I'm nothing but a joke, a husk of some sad man's inner most desires. You'll gain nothing from this pursuit of yours and you won't be satisfied with the outcome."
"Let me be the judge of that. You, just keep being yourself, that's all I ask." and Kyoya placed a gentle kiss on Ranka's forehead, "I have to go to school. No doubt the others are going to be on the way soon and I need to get there before them."
"Why?"
"I sent Mori and Honey on an errand last night. While I don't normally intrust such things to members of the Host Club, their particular skill set made them the perfect candidates. I only hope they were successful."
"You always have an ace up your sleeve, don't you." Ranka said softly, a single slender brow raising in suspicion.
The comment actually caught Kyoya by surprise, the first time in a very long time someone was able to do so. The feeling of being caught off by such a random comment, one he himself mused often, made him smirk.
"You are a very clever woman, Ranka. One of the few who can still surprise me. I relish in the idea of what else you may say at a moments notice and look forward to seeing what other surprises you have in store for me. Have a good day and get some sleep."
Kyoya had turned and left, closing the door softly behind him and Ranka stared after before he frowned, "Damn you, Kyoya Ootori."
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The ride to the twins house wasn't bad and the group of four passed the time by talking about the luncheon and what their plans were for the weekend.
Upon arriving at their home Haruhi had nearly fainted at the sight of it.
"You call this a house? More like a mansion!" and she stared in shock, though she shouldn't have been surprised at all.
"Freaking rich people." she mused as she thought of her own home and how comfortable the club members seemed to be there whenever they came over to visit.
No matter how welcoming the staff...yes….STAFF….was...Haruhi doubted she would ever feel truly comfortable coming to visit any of her Host Club friends anytime soon.
She knew they were rich, knew they have servants and new they all had mansions, but actually seeing it….seeing how they lived, what they had….for the first time in her life she actually felt like the commoner they often referred to her as.
The twins had showered, changed and grabbed their costumes for the luncheon all in under twenty minutes which just barely left them enough time to get to Tamaki's house….mansion…..2nd mansion actually and allow him to get his things together.
Haruhi had waited with the twins in the entry hall, looking at the massive staircase, the vaulted ceilings and marble columns in awe.
"This is ridiculous." Haruhi mused quietly to herself, the twins having wandered off to stare at the pictures hanging down a long side hall. The room was so large every footstep she took resonated like a drum beat off the walls. Yet, it was so quiet she swore she could hear a pin drop.
"You must be Haruhi Fujioka." and Haruhi jumped out of her skin at the sudden voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry dear, I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Shima Maezono, I am head of staff here at the Suoh's secondary estate. I am also Master Tamaki's tutor. He has told me so much about you, but I didn't think you would be as pretty as he claimed, my you are a sight to see."
"Uh...thank you. It is nice to meet you ma'am."
"Please, call me Shima."
"Alright."
"So, tell me, what are your intentions towards the young master? Do you plan to marry him?"
Haruhi's jaw dropped and her eyes bulged from her head, "Uuuuuuh, what?" she asked, her voice twisted in shock and confusion.
"Tamaki tells me everything, I am both his head of house and confidant. I know about his feelings for you. What I want to know is what are your intentions towards him? Should I be prepared for his heart to be broken? I'll not be unprepared, not like last time."
Haruhi felt her heart calm a little as her curiosity took over, "Wait, last time? What do you mean?" she asked softly, her brown eyes looking at the woman with confusion.
"The last time his heart was broken, the young master was nearly lost in a ocean of grief. I tried everything I could to pull him back. If it hadn't been for school and the Host Club filling his time and keeping his mind busy I don't think he would have ever recovered. So, I find myself in the unlucky position of playing both guardian as well as taking care of his home. So tell me, Haruhi Fujioka, what are your intentions towards my young master?"
"I...I-"
"Haruhi! I see you met Shima. Isn't she wonderful?" and both women looked to see Tamaki walking over, school books in hand and the twins following behind.
Haruhi glanced at the old woman who was staring at her hard, those old gray eyes seemingly glaring right through her.
"Uh, yeah, she's great." Haruhi said nervously as a bead of sweat rolled down her temple.
"Excellent! I'm very pleased you think so. Now, come on, or we are going to be late." and Tamaki took her hand and pulled her along, the girl looking back over her shoulder at the elderly woman who continued to stare after her with those sharp and rather unforgiving eyes.
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The rest of the school day went about without incident. No strange whispers, no missing periods of time and Haruhi felt relaxed and safe, staying close to the twins and enjoying their daily antics.
By the time school was over and all the hosts were converging on Music Room 3 the young felt felt like she was back to being her old self. Though the Luncheon was taking place after school, almost all of the girls came hungry and ready to eat, having skipped their actual lunch period to save room for this very event.
Tamaki had given a stirring if not slightly over the top speech, lacing through it a heartfelt apology for the fire the previous weekend and assuring the girls they were safe while in the company of the Host Club and that no such thing would ever happen again.
The girls had raved over his promise to protect and care for each of them, though Haruhi felt he might be biting off more than he could chew. Still, the rest of the afternoon went without another incident and Haruhi found she enjoyed herself immensely.
The costumes had been a hit, the gentle music in the background soothing and seating a lovely tone while the conversations had been mostly based around who could have started the fire and why. People also wondering rather loudly if he or she would be caught and what their punishment might be.
That is when an idea occurred to Haruhi, an idea she most definitely did not like. She excused herself for a moment and made her way over to Kyoya, the young man seemingly staring down into his binder with large eyes.
She had gotten close enough to see that Kyoya was not in fact writing or reading anything at all, but staring down into the lit up screen of his cell phone.
What the hell? That's odd. Kyoya is normally so disciplined, he'd never just pull out his cell phone and ignore his duties to the Host Club. It must be a very important text he's reading.
"If you're going to stare I suggest you try to do it with a little more subtlety, Haruhi, otherwise it's just rude." Kyoya says plainly and the girl cringes and then slumps in regret.
"Sorry, Kyoya Senpai, I didn't mean to stare. I actually wanted to get your opinion on something."
"Is that so? How interesting. Very well, what opinion do you wish to know?"
Haruhi moved a little closer, the man flipping his phone shut as his gray eyes stared at her with a rather inquisitive gaze.
"Well, it's just...some of the girls were talking and I...I was wondering….do you think the fire could have been started by Dr. Sato?"
The young man stared at her before he pocketed his phone and snapped his book shut, "The thought had crossed my mind. But unfortunately with no proof, there is little we can do to be sure."
"Yeah. I guess you're right." Haruhi said, the feeling of discourage that dripped into her stomach made her feel rather silly.
I suppose he wouldn't be that stupid to leave evidence of his crime. To bad, it would have made me feel better if it had been him and we could have proven it. Then he'd be back in jail and I wouldn't have to worry anymore.
"I wouldn't worry about it too much though." Kyoya said with a casual ease.
"I have my best people looking into it, seeing if there is a way to prove Sato might have been in the area or at the very least, not at his home."
"His...home?" Haruhi said in confusion.
"Yes. It seems when he was released from prison his family was willing to put him up in a rather nice hotel in the city. As far as anyone is aware he has remained there since his release."
"How do you know this Senpai?"
"Don't you fret, I have my ways." and a shiver crawled up her spine as she realized how truly devious the young man before her was.
"Haruhi! What are you doing?" a young girl called as she waved her arm in the air.
"Yes! Please, come back and sit with us!" another begged happily.
"Best get back to work. There are still a few hours left in the luncheon and we want to make sure all the girls have a good time! This is a rather expensive apology after all and we need to be at our best."
"Right. Sorry. I'll talk to you later then-"
"Haruhi-" Kyoya said suddenly and the girl turned to look at him, "Do you have your ride arranged for tonight or should I call you a car?"
"What? Oh! Tamaki Senpai is taking me out to dinner. I assume he will give me a ride home as well."
"Really? What about your father? Is he going?"
The question seemed odd, Kyoya asking about his father feeling a little out of place in his normally easy routine.
"No. I don't think so. Not that I know of, anyway. He's off work tonight so he will probably just relax around the house and try to catch up on sleep."
"Ah. Well, have fun tonight." Kyoya said with a smirk and then he was pressing his glasses up, pulling out his cell and walking towards the far side of the room.
Haruhi just stared after him before the girls tried to wave her down again.
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Nicholas sat outside the building, standing in the shadows of some trees he looked up to the warm glowing light of the windows above.
How late are they going to be doing this?
The sun was nearly down and all the other students who were not attending had gone home already. He was grateful for the lack of witnesses but from what he could see of the people nearest the window there were still a lot of girls up in the room.
He would take Haruhi tonight, but he had to make sure there were no witnesses. No one could see that he was the one who grabbed her. He had to be able to claim total innocents.
He had been going and coming from his hotel room via the door but tonight, he had to be a little more careful. Everytime the door to his room opened he knew it sent a signal to the security personal.
In fact, all rooms in the hotel where he was staying monitored access and the coming and going of their guests, a good way to catch thieves and in case of an emergency make sure everyone got out.
So, tonight, he had placed the 'do not disturb' sign on his door, locked it and taken a rather clever root out of the building. No one would know he was gone, and the system would show he never left.
He had elected to dress the part of kidnapper, as much as the word sickened him, standing head to toe in all black with a black scarf waiting to cover his head and face.
You have to be sure nicholas. If you get caught with her, you will go back to jail. You have to be absolutely sure you can pull this off or you will never see her again. You will never see freedom again. Your little lamb seems to be doing alright in this life of hers, she can go on never remembering all the wonderful times, never remembering how special you were to her...how close and happy she was in your company…..you don't have to take her away from-
This is what's right, she belongs with me, she just doesn't remember it. You started the process but so much has happened it's all clogged up in her head. Once you help her remember she won't be scared, she will be happy. She will embrace you, love you….everything will be as it was.
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Haruhi was just finishing with bagging the garbage when Tamaki walked up and took the bag from her, "No need for you to work so hard my little bunny!"
"Uhm…..bunny?" Haruhi said as she stared at him with quizzical eyes.
"Because your skin is so soft, it reminds me of the plush fur of a bunny rabbit!" Tamaki breathed happily and Haruhi rolled her eyes.
"Whatever you say."
"Here!" Tamaki said suddenly and he handed her a shopping bag.
"What's this?" she asked as she tried to peek inside.
"I thought this might be easier than going back to your place. It's an outfit for you to wear, something appropriate for the restaurant we will be going to."
Through the tufts of stuffed tissue paper she could just make out a light pink fabric and a bow and while she wanted to hand the bag back and tell him no thanks, Tamaki was quick to counter, "I know you like to pick out your own clothes, but the place we are going is kind of fancy and I don't want you to feel like you stick out."
His tone was clear in meaning, no offense intended and while Tamaki was right and Haruhi did not like people picking out her clothes for her, she also realized that she most likely did not own anything nice enough for the dinner she was about to go to.
Sighing heavily she groaned, "Alright. But you better behave and not go all crazy eyes on me, okay?"
"Yesyesyes! I promise, a perfect gentleman. Go change and I will be right here waiting for you."
"Fine." she groussed as she walked passed him towards the changing rooms.
"So, where do you intend to take our young Haruhi tonight?" came Kyoya's gentle tone.
"Only the best place in the city, of course." Tamaki said with a smile, his voice sounding a little tired though his eyes sparkled.
"La Chateau de Paris is it?"
"Where else. I think she will enjoy it, and they have all kinds of food I bet she will love."
"Hey, the rooms clean, can we go now!" The twins yelled from across the room and Kyoya waved them goodbye, the twins heading out with a tip of their matching green hats before stopping at Kyoya's call, "Are you sure you want to leave right now? Haruhi is most assuredly done in the changing room. Don't you want to see how cute her dress is? It's one of your mother's best spring pieces."
The twins eyes grew wide and they hurried over to Tamaki and Kyoya, the blonde boy fumming as he hissed angrily, "Aaah! Kyoya, what are you playing at! Why would you tell them that! Why do you enjoy creating such chaos in my life!" smoke puffing from his ears as horns grew from his head and he nearly clawed the man's eyes out.
"Honestly, I just like to torment you." Kyoya said with a happy smile and the twins chuckled wickedly behind their hands.
Seconds later the changing room door opened and Haruhi stepped out. The chiffon dress was a pale pink that had a sweetheart bodice and silk accents hanging off her shoulders and from around her waist. The bow in back holding fabric that wrapped around from the front gave Haruhi's body a sense of curveyness it didn't normally have.
Both Tamaki and the twins drooled, their eyes glistening at the sight of her and Kyoya pressed up his glasses and smirked as he said, "You look lovely Haruhi."
"Thanks. Ready, Senpai?"
"Oh, be still my beating heart. I shall burst with love for thee if only you'd let me. Yes, I'm ready my love!"
"Good grief." Haruhi mussed with annoyance, though that was brought to a halt as Tamaki came to her side and took her arm in his, "Come, let us go to dinner!"
The twins stared after the pair with rather bitter faces before Hikaru glanced to his brother, "We aren't going to get her….are we."
"We never really tried." Kaoru said softly.
"We should have." Hikaru murmured petulantly.
"Yeah, maybe." Kaoru said and the twins sighed together before they trudged out of the room.
Kyoya watched them go, his face blank from any emotions as he realized he may have just made a mistake in encouraging the twins, even if it had been jokingly.
His eyes turned towards Mori and Honey who were sitting off to the side, having completed their chores, they were seemingly waiting for something, having their school bags at their feet as they talked quietly amongst themselves.
Kyoya approached and looked down at them as they looked up to him, "So, how did it go?"
Mori and Honey looked at each other and then Mori removed from his bag a thin green leather book, which he then handed to Kyoya.
"Excellent. I take it there wasn't any trouble? No one saw you?"
"Huh-uh." Honey said with a shake of his head.
"Kyoya, you need to be careful, this man isn't just a predator." Mori said, his low voice resonating out into the empty room.
"I take it you read some of the passages?"
"Hm." Mori said with a nod.
"Yeah, Kyoya-chan, Dr. Sato is delusional. He can't see the difference between right and wrong, he truly thinks Haruhi is in love with him."
"Was there any indication as to why Haruhi stole his eye?"
"No. But we only read the first entry." Mori said.
"Very well, I will look through this tonight, thank you gentleman for getting this for me and of course for your rather excellent stealth. I dare say, the Ootori guard couldn't have done it better."
"Or at all." Mori said.
"Hm?" Kyoya asked.
"Dr. Sato's mother's house was rather well protected. Considering they don't have much in the way of security investments." Honey said as he bounced ursa-chan on his lap.
"Getting over the wall unnoticed was difficult, but getting into the house itself….it took us nearly two hours to get in, even longer to get out."
"Well, hopefully I won't ever have to ask you to do something like this again. In fact, if the situation didn't have direct effect on Haruhi and her father we wouldn't be involved at all. As it is, I don't plan to hesitate to do what it needed to protect the Fujioka family. I hope you understand why I asked you two to place your reputations on the line and take the risk."
"Yes, absolutely, Kyoya-chan, we would do anything for Haruhi! It was fun, anyway! It was like we were spies!"
"Hm." Mori agreed before the tallest boy stood and he picked up Honey, placing the small boy on his shoulders. Mori took up both bags and nodded once to Kyoya before the two headed for the door.
Kyoya looked down at the book in his hand and smirked, "I've got you, Sato. The game is almost over."
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The restaurant was every bit as fancy as Haruhi assumed it would be. The main room decorated with large crystal chandeliers and red carpets, hanging fabrics and the soft light of candles.
There was a small four man quartet in the corner playing gentle songs on their string instruments and despite their age Tamaki and Haruhi had been offered wine, of which Haruhi turned down but Tamaki did not.
"Are you sure you should drink that, Senpai? I mean, you're under age, I don't want you to get in trouble."
"Don't worry about it. I have an understanding with the owner. I only ever have one glass with dinner and it's more for the experience than getting tipsy. By the time we leave I'll have had my fair share of water."
"What do you mean, the experience?"
"Well, my mother is French, and the french take a little bit different view on alcohol. The legal drinking age is sixteen, but during dinner, my mother would often allow me a small glass as early as thirteen so she could teach me about pairing and taste."
"Wait...so...you started drinking alcohol when you were thirteen?" Haruhi asked in surprise.
"Only a small tasting glass. I remember, she would spend a whole meal helping me to understand the complex flavors and what wines pair well what with dishes. For example, though rather basic, it is often expected for people to pair white wine with fish and red wine with beef. Depending on the seasoning, sauces and side dishes, the wine can be broken down into different types. Most red wines are dry with a stronger taste of current and oak. Mind you, there are so many types of wine, I am not even scratching the surface. But, I suppose we didn't come here to teach you about wine." he chuckled softly.
"Actually, I think it's pretty interesting. What type of wine is that?" Haruhi nodded to his glass and Tamaki glanced up at her and gave the gentlest of smirks, "Here, just try a sip. You can follow it with water."
Haruhi debated but eventually took it, "Just a sip. And when you do, inhale and then hold it on your tongue a moment. See what flavors pop out in your mind. A slow inhale, really let it soak your senses."
Haruhi complied, inhaling slowly and noticing it smelled very floral, with a hint of something she couldn't place. When the liquid hit her tongue she found it was rather tangy, though mellow and it bit at her throat when she swallowed.
Her cheeks grew red from the sudden jolt of intense flavor and she handed the glass back to him.
"Well?"
Haruhi tried to process what she had just tasted but she wasn't sure so she simply said, "It's kind of...gross?"
Tamaki laughed softly, "I expected you'd say so. I do like my reds dry and mellow. Not a lot of sugar. I think you'd find more enjoyment in a Rose or buttery white."
"Huh?" Haruhi asked and Tamaki raised his hand, a waiter coming over instantly, "Change of plans my good waiter. Please bring Mis. Fujioka a sample glass of the house white. No need to give a full sample either, I just want her to try it."
"Very good, sir." the man said with a bow.
"Tamaki, I don't think-"
"Trust me Haruhi. I think you will be surprised."
The waiter returned shortly with a very small wine glass, something that looked like it might be used by a child. The thing less than half full and the waiter handed it to Haruhi.
She looked at it before glancing to Tamaki, "Take a sip of water to clean your pallet, then, do the same thing you did with the red wine."
Haruhi complied, taking a small drink of water and subtly swooshing it around in her mouth before swallowing. She then repeated the process, inhaling slowly as she took a sip.
Her eyes grew wide as the sweet yet rich flavor of the wine hit her, her mouth watering a little as she let it sit on her tongue much longer than she had the red wine. Her cheeks grew even more red before she swallowed and then took another sip and smiled, "That's delicious!" she said with a happy smile.
"I knew you'd enjoy a sweet Chardonnay. You might also like a good Sauvignon-blanc."
"Wait so how many types of wine are there?"
The next hour as they ate Tamaki taught Haruhi about wines, all the different types and flavors, the color variations, differences between countries and vineyard placement. Haruhi was like a sponge, finding it all so interesting. She wasn't sure she would ever appreciate it as much as Tamaki but she did find it rather fun.
Once they finished dinner they ordered dessert and continued to talk, the conversation ranging from school, the club and for a brief moment the situation with Sato.
"I don't know. I don't really remember much. I mean, what I told the club, that's about it. Everything else is just a foggy blur, more like a dream I can't remember. Just faded guesses at what really happened."
Tamaki looked down at his empty plate as he thought on those words, his mouth moving before he knew what he was saying, "I'm so sorry you have to deal with this. I wish I could help, wish I could just take you away from here so you wouldn't have to be worried anymore."
Haruhi had been surprised by the young man's soft admission and she reached across the table and took his hand, "The Host Club has already done so much for me in regards to making me feel safe and protected. Honestly, I've never had...people to….help me. Aside from my dad I've always been alone. It's kind of foreign, but I think I am beginning to appreciate what it means to have people to lean on."
Tamaki smiled and leaned closer, "You will never be alone again, Haruhi. If not the Club, then at the very least, me. I will always be here to protect you, to keep you safe and carry any burden you have."
Haruhi looked into those gentle violet eyes and she found herself leaning in, her mind growing hazy as she realized in this moment, she wanted to kiss him. She wanted to be with him, no matter how strange and volatile he was. Baring the brunt of his mood swings would be no different than living with her own father, but unlike her father, Tamaki was making certain promises that filled her with a strange feeling of hope.
Never being alone again….to have someone there…..I think I could get used to that-
Their lips met and Tamaki let out a rather quiet groan. Short, sweet and gentle, Haruhi felt those emotions that so rarely emerged swell inside her and as they pulled apart she asked softly against his lips, "Senpai?"
"Yes?" he whispered back.
"I think...I want... to go home with you-"
Tamaki's eyes grew wide but he didn't move away from her, instead he instantly shot his hand into the air and before Haruhi knew what was going on Tamaki was paying, helping her out of her chair and ushering her calmly out the door.
They got into his limo and Tamaki rolled up the divider window between them and the driver.
Haruhi felt excitement grow in her and she leaned closer to him, seeking out his lips she managed to steal a kiss before Tamaki gently took her by the shoulders and pressed her back.
Haruhi was surprised by his actions and she asked slowly, "Senpai? Is everything...alright?"
"Yes. Everything is… incredible….wonderful. I just….I'm trying to be a gentleman and get you home before I make a rather huge mistake."
"Wait, what?" Haruhi asked suddenly as she pulled away, "I thought we were going to your place." she said with confusion.
"No. I think it's best I take you home." he said slowly, his face near red and his hands gripping his knees tightly.
"So, you don't want to….you don't want me." she says matter-of-factly.
"No! Never! I want you, I want you desperately! Please, don't mistake this decision for lack of interest. I just….you don't understand how badly I want to bring you home with me. How quickly I would spend the rest of the night worshipping you, your body….but Haruhi….we've only been on one date and….you're still so young…."
"And you aren't?" Haruhi mussed and Tamaki looked at her in shock.
"Haruhi-"
"No. I mean, your only going to be turning eighteen this year. I just turned sixteen. We are only two years apart at most. Senpai, I've never felt this way before and I want to experience it, with you. We are both mature adults and….well...okay….you're only mature like forty percent of the time but...I know enough about you to know something like this... you are at least level-headed enough to make this decision with me...not for me."
Tamaki stared at her a moment before his raised hands to cup her face and place a tender kiss on her mouth.
He groaned as he did and Haruhi felt brave enough to run a hand up his inner thigh, stopping short of his groin and Tamaki broke the kiss and gritted his teeth, eyes snapping closed as he panted and pressed his forehead to hers.
"I'm trying to do right by you. Don't tempt me, it's cruel." Tamaki mused.
Haruhi thought about it and relented, removing her hand and running a hand gently up his neck, "I'm sorry, Senpai. I guess I got carried away."
She turned to face forward, the want and desires from earlier slowly calming within her and she felt some of her senses return.
"Wow."
"What is it?" Tamaki asked.
"It's just so surprising how quickly….how strong those urges can become. I guess since I've never dealt with them before….I'm more susceptible to the suggestions of my hormones."
Tamaki stared a moment and then laughed, a soft thing that slowly rose in volume until the limo was filled with his laughter.
"What is it, Senpai?"
"You, my sweet Haruhi, you are just too perfect. Only you, so intelligent and blunt, could dissect the feelings of love down to its most basic form."
"Huh? Love? What are you-"
"Nothing. I spoke out of jest, I did not mean anything so rash as to imply you were in love with me. Though, I hope someday….someday you might be."
Haruhi's face turned a bright pink, her hands clenching at the front of her dress as she looked down in terror at her lap.
Love? He wants me to love him? I hadn't even thought about that. I mean, I had but not in the terms of….what was I thinking. Tamaki is right, we shouldn't rush just because I felt...we should wait...at least until I know what my true feelings are. I can't believe I almost tempted Senpai into bed. I feel….guilty. Who knew how hard it could be to make the right decisions. He's taking me home now, the date is over….but...I don't want it to be-
"Senpai….do you think….instead of taking me home we could….spend a little more time together? Maybe...go for a walk in the park? I'm not quite ready to go home yet."
Tamaki smiled happily, "Of course! Anything you want!"
"Thanks." she says and Tamaki rolled down the divider window and asked the driver to turn around and head for the cities main park.
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Kyoya looked at his phone and reread the texts he had sent earlier in the day as the limo turned down a side street and headed further into the commoner's district.
I was informed Haruhi will be accompanying Tamaki out to dinner. Would you like some company? K.O.
I was planning to sleep, wouldn't be very fun for you to watch me drool all over my pillow. R.F.
On the contrary, I have some work I need to do. I don't mind, would prefer the company actually. K.O.
What work? Do you ever take a break? R.F.
No. However, I did manage to come across something rather telling about our dear Dr. Sato. I think it will be rather informative. I want to look it over and see if I can figure out his plan. K.O.
Come here now! R.F.
I am already in route. K.O.
Damn assumptive bastard. R.F.
Yes. See you soon my darling Ranka. K.O.
Ridiculous. R.F.
Kyoya couldn't stop the smirk that rested at the corner of his mouth, his eyes rereading the text exchange with a rather endearing mirth swirling in his chest.
He arrived outside the Fujioka residence and told his driver to go on, saying he would call when he was ready to leave.
When he got to the door he knocked and Ranka opened it, once again appearing as the man he really was, wearing nothing but tan cargo shorts and a beater. His dyed red hair hanging around his glaring eyes before his hand reached out and grabbed Kyoya by his jacket and yanking him in.
Kyoya stumbled a little but looked behind him when Ranka locked the door and turned, hands on hips and frowning, "What did you find?" his voice was rough and his stance rather aggressive.
Interesting. Kyoya thought, the helpless and depressed man from earlier in the day seemingly gone for now at the realization that they could possibly have the much needed information to put Dr. Sato away.
Kyoya said nothing but withdrew from his bag the green leather book and Ranka raised a brow, "A book? I don't understand."
"It's not just any book. This, is Dr. Sato's private journal from the time when he was Haruhi's doctor."
Ranka's eyes bulged and his jaw dropped, his hands instantly jerking out to latch onto the book but Kyoya didn't let go.
"Let me read this right now, young man! Give it to me!" Ranka shouted but Kyoya didn't release his hold.
Ranka's brow twitched in annoyance and he frowned, "Unfortunately, I think it would be best if you allowed me to read it first."
"What? Why?"
Kyoya said nothing, just staring at the man and Ranka suddenly realized why, "You're worried about what he may say...you don't think I can handle it."
"I think it would be best for me to make sure there is nothing in here that would upset you, yes, but I also think you should get the rest you need. I promise to allow you to read it, and to tell you what I find. But, for now, you should sleep."
Ranka tried to jerk the book away again and nearly succeeded but Kyoya was quick to grab the man's wrist and pull him closer, staring down with sharp and narrow eyes, "Ranka-" he warned, "I suggest you don't press the issue."
"Hmph, you obviously don't know me as well as you think." and Ranka suddenly leaned up and forward, pressing his lips to Kyoya's and pulling his hand free.
He instantly moved away, the book like a shining jewel in his hand but Kyoya, shock aside, was quick to respond, turning and grabbing the man's shoulder, spinning him around before pinning him to the wall nearby and grabbing Ranka's jaw, their lips meeting again, Kyoya quick to open his mouth and press his tongue into Ranka's mouth.
The older man hummed in shock and Kyoya took that moment to take the book back before pulling away, "Ranka, I can play any game you can. But I promise, I guarantee, I will win. Don't test me."
"Mmm, aren't you cocky." and Ranka's hand suddenly reached out and caressed between Kyoya's legs. It was the first time Ranka saw the young man's cool demeanor fail and his eyes grew wide as he gritted his teeth, "Damn it, Ranka." he hissed as his hand jerked down to grip his wrist tightly and pull his hand away, jerking it up as he pressed the man more firmly against the wall.
"I want to read it, I don't care what is inside. If my worst fears are confirmed then I will deal with it, besides, you'll be here to keep me from doing anything rash, right?"
Kyoya's breathing calmed, his eyes finally relaxing and his face sliding back to that mask of indifferent coolness.
He sighed, "Very well. But you will listen to me, if I say we stop reading then we do it, no fighting. Yes?"
"Alright. Deal."
"Good." and Kyoya pressed away, releasing his hold on Ranka and then slowly handing the man the book, Ranka taking his hand and dragging him down the short hall to his bedroom. He slid the door open and they stepped in, Kyoya closing the door behind them and then they both settled down on the bed.
Ranka stared at the cover, his hand running over the leather bound cover before he took a deep breath and opened the cover. Kyoya leaned forward, his hands resting on his knees as he waited and then Ranka's lips opened, "Today, I have had the pleasure of meeting a young girl by the name Haruhi Fujioka. A quiet and practical little girl, she seems to be suffering from the post-death trauma of losing her mother. As strange as it is, when I look at her, I see eyes that remind me of my late wife. Intelligent, mature and kind she reminds me of the child my wife and I were never able to have-"
Ranka's eyes glanced up to look at Kyoya, his jaw clenching before he looked back down and continued to read.
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Haruhi and Tamaki walked along the stream that ran through the park, the moon lighting up their path as they listened to the gentle flow of the stream and admired the park at night.
"It's truly lovely here." Tamaki said softly, having taken Haruhi's hand.
The girl had looked at their joined hands and then up to him, "Yes, it's...nice."
They reached a red painted bridge that crossed to the other side and when they reached the middle they stopped and leaned on the railing, looking down at the clear water below.
"I could do this every night. Seeing you soaked in moonlight is like seeing true magic for the first time." Tamaki said, standing to take her hands and pull her closer.
"You know, when I first met you, I thought the way you spouted off such inane babble was so ridiculous. But, hearing you say it to me...somehow it's different."
Tamaki gently pressed Haruhi's short hair behind an ear and said, "Because I am being sincere."
"Aren't you always sincere though? Isn't that the point? You take so much pride in you ability to make women happy. I guess I don't understand the difference."
Tamaki chuckled lightly, "The difference is, while I mean it when I say a girl visiting the Host Club is lovely, they don't hold the same place in my heart that you do. You are special to me Haruhi. While each girl is special in their own way, unique and beautiful, you have all of my heart."
Haruhi felt the light blush come to her cheeks and she wanted to look away but knew Tamaki would just compel her to let him see. He so enjoyed seeing her flustered she wondered if he wasn't just trying to make her so.
"Can I ask you something, Senpai?"
"Of course, anything."
"When we went to your home earlier today, Shima said something to me...something about your heart having been broken before. I was wondering….has there ever been anyone else to hold the same place in your heart as me?"
The question surely made her sound insecure but that wasn't the case, she was to mature to feel inferior to some ghost from Tamaki's past. Honestly, she was just more curious than anything and wanted to know where she stood with him.
To her relief Tamaki smiled, the bangs covering his eyes as he said softly, "You have nothing to worry about. Shima wasn't referring to another young lady."
"Oh. Then who-"
"She was referring to my mother."
This took Haruhi by surprise but thankfully Tamaki was willing to explain.
"As you know, I had to make a very difficult decision when I was young. Leaving my whole life and my mother behind in France to come and stay with my father. It nearly killed me and I admit, even though I had been made to promise I would leaver my mother behind and not contact her, the first few months away from her were...difficult. I was worried, because she was so sickly, that she wouldn't be able to survive without my help. Shima took pity on me, and helped me reach out to her in secret. It came as a rather large shock when two weeks later my letter was returned, with a bright red stamp on the envelope stating my mother was no longer living in our old home. She had moved, told no one where she went, disappeared into a self-imposed exile. I've not heard from her since, but when I realized she had purposely cut off ties with me, removed any temptation I could have to reach out to her..."
"It hurt you." Haruhi finished.
"Very much. For awhile I thought it meant she no longer loved me, she was trying to separate herself because she didn't want to speak with me….didn't want me. It took some time, and a very patient Shima to help me come to terms with her choices. To help me understand that she hadn't turned her back on me, but merely removed the burden of wanting to contact her. With no knowledge of where she went, the temptation was gone and I was able to focus on trying to fit into my new family. Though, even now, I wish she hadn't made such a rash decision. I still feel the ache for her, to hug her again, to hear her voice. I miss her terribly. But...I must do what is best for us. If I can win my way into the good graces of my grandmother, then someday, I will be able to see her again. I just need to remain patient...and kind. Show my grandmother I am worth it, worth the family name and everything that comes with it."
Haruhi reached up a hand, cupping his cheek and smiling softly, "I don't know about all that. But I do know, that you are worth more than just the family name, worth more than others expectations of you. You are a good man, Tamaki Suoh. I think your mother would be proud of everything you have done, the person you have become in the face of adversary."
His wide eyes stared at her before he pulled her into a tight embrace and Haruhi held him back, bringing a hand up to craddle the back of his head and gently offer the comfort he needed.
"Haruhi, my sweet beautiful Haruhi, so kind and wonderful. You make me feel so happy, so...accepted."
"I do accept you. All of you as you are. You're skeletons don't bother me, I-" but her eyes were drawn away from him, looking past him to the far side of the bridge.
There, in the moonlight stood a figure in black, violently green eyes the only visible feature and they shined like venom in the glow of the moon.
Tamaki noticed her shock and turned around, instantly pressing the girl behind him, "What do you want?" he asked, his eyes leaving kind behind and growing sharp and narrow, "If you want money you can take what I have but you'll not go near Haruhi."
The assailant said nothing and Tamaki pressed Haruhi further behind him, "Haruhi, I want you to run." he said calmly.
"What? No! I'm not going to just leave you-"
"Take out your phone, call the police and do as I say, now, RUN!" and he shoved her before charging forward and engaging with the stranger.
A/N: Alright, another thirty-two pages, almost done, maybe two more chapters. Not sure, hold on, it's going to be a bumpy ride!
