Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or it's characters. This is fan made!

Chapter 3: New Living Quarters

Kyouya arrived at home within moment of leaving Ouran, but he told to see his father, who was watching in his office.

"You wanted to see me, Father?"

"Yes, I have found a bride for you and you are to live in her house quarters for sometime. Dismissed."

Kyouya nodded and left to his room. He saw maids were already packing his clothing.

"Be sure to pack my computers and such," he order to them.

Going to the bathroom to wash his face for the random girl he was to wed.

Haruhi's house

Hunny was jumping up and down in the limo as Tamaki kept asking if they were there yet. After what seemed a long ride, they exited to the Fujioka residence. Mori knocked on the door and they heard a crash from the inside. The door opened a second later to reveal a Haruhi in nothing but a towel.

"Oh, what a cute towel Haru-chan!" Hunny said trying to ease the awkward silence. Even his mute cousin was transfixed by the sight. "Takashi!"

The gentle giant looked at Hunny quickly then looked back to the street seeing that a crowd had formed.

Haruhi felt weird having the Host club in her living room and she only in a towel.

"Excuse me," she walked quickly to her bed room. She returned after a moment with a skippy pajama top and loose shorts (the top made by the twins).

"YEAH!" exclaimed the twins, though Tamaki just stared at Haruhi. A knock came to door.

It was the last person that she ever wanted in her house.

"Kyouya?"

Twenty minutes ago . . .

Kyouya got into his limo with his three suitcases with a frown. He had wanted to bring more but he assumed (he had been doing that a lot) that his bride to be had a small house. Since the windows were tinted, he had no idea that the limo had lead him to Haruhi's house. He exited the car and dropped his heaviest suitcase on his foot. He held in his scream but was given his belongings and the driver left.

Walking up (with his suitcases in hand, he hadn't carried that much in such a long time it took some time to get up) to her door exactly and knocked lightly. It opened to reveal the Host club in her living room and she in a rather tempting outfit.

Back to present tense

"Kyouya-sempai?" asked Haruhi, her head tilted. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought you might know," he asked pushing her aside and dragging in his stuff.

The Host club watched as Kyouya struggled getting his three suitcases in. Finally Mori stood and grabbed two of them and asked where to put them.

The twins stopped poking Tamaki and looked at Mori as if he was joking. Tamaki who hand been laughing stopped and went into inner mind mode.

Kyouya moving in and taking Haruhi into his arms. He whispered soft words and grabbed her chest in the top she was wear now.

"NO! You can't live here, not with my daughter," he said standing up. "Mother and Father should live together!"

"I have no choice, I have to live here."

After Haruhi had fed the six boy and bided the five others goodnight, she turned to Kyouya who was seated on the couch bouncing on it. She laughed at asked him why he was there.

"I was kicked out. I was told that you are bride, but I doubt that my father would arrange a marriage with someone of commoner background. Why is this seat so soft?"

"It's the place that I normally fall asleep, but you can sleep there, since you were fouced here."

Nodding Kyouya asked if he could put his suitcases in her room to get them out of the way. Picking up what seemed the lightest, his laptop and black notebook fell out. Grabbing it he put in on her bed and moved them so they weren't in her way.

"Well, umm –" started Kyouya, though he felt uncomfortable. "Do you have any food?" Retreating to the kitchen, Kyouya followed her and saw there wasn't much food in it. He grabbed for his cell phone to call for food but heard that he need didn't have service.

"I throw something together, I'm hungry too Kyouya-sempai," replied Haruhi grabbing simple food ideas. Kyouya returned to the couch and sat down. He looked around for his laptop and notebook and saw them nowhere. Searching her house, he found them in her room. Eyeing the room for cleanness, he saw her room had a simple bed and dresser, a red round carpet by the foot of the bed. Sitting down on her bed, he found it to be as soft as the couch.

"Kyouya, dinner ready!"

Getting up, he picked up his two prized possessions leaving her scented room for the moment. He was delighted to find that she had made a fair good meal and a small cake for them later. Hearing him make no comment about her food, she did notice that he was taking his time with it, quite unlike that time at the expo.

I guess he likes it, she thought smiling at her plate, absently thinking about how they would live. Kyouya finished before her and left his plate on the table as he would normally.

"Put it in the sink, I'll wash it after mine is gone," she said still working on her cake.

"You've got to be joking!" Seeing her face, he took back him comment and grabbed the plate and placed it in the sink quickly then turned to her room. "I'm taking a shower now, please be aware that I take long ones."

Laughing, Haruhi knew that it would a long night. Finishing her quickly after that she washed their plates and went to the bathroom revealing Kyouya was still in the shower.

"I'm coming to brush my teeth," she warned. Hearing a grunt of approval, she entered and grabbed her toothbrush and saw the mirror was covered over with mist. Quickly getting the task down with, she heard him turn off the shower and extend his thin hand to her.

"I need a towel," she heard. When his hand had been there a moment longer, he peeked his head from the other side and gave her an evil look. "Please!" Turning Haruhi handed a big towel to him and emerged from it with a firm hand on the top of the towel.

"Please leave," he said holding the door open. Haruhi walked though it and felt the door close on her back.

"Thanks and put a sheet over the couch before you go to sleep," she called back to him.

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Author Notes: Three chaps in one day, yeah! Well I'll work on this tomorrow too, but R&R! Thanks!