Title: A Hurt-Ridden Past

Author: DiTsYgIrL

Summary: Kyoya and Haruhi are 7 years into an arranged marriage between their fathers. Follow Kyoya as he remembers how it all came together. KyoyaxHaruhi

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club but I do own the plot. Cheers.

Chapter 3: To See Lady Tonnerre, We go

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He blinked open his eyes and groped for his glasses. He didn't need them completely but he admitted that they did accent his cool type stature.

He suavely put one leg out after the other from one of the family limousines. He plastered a smile on his face as he entered his first class.

His morning went smoothly; staying away from Tamaki was simple and blowing him off equally so. But, as he casually opened the lunchroom door, he was once again faced with the cunning faces of Hikaru and Kaoru. He knew that they were not as easy to avoid as Tamaki.

He sidestepped them, "A lunch A," he tossed towards the lady at the till. The twins smacked down a hand each, on the counter, on either side of him. "Two B lunches, please," they chanted in unison.

Kyoya cast them both a derisive look and took his place on a chair, in solitary. That, apparently, was the wrong move since it made sure that there were places on either side of him for the twins to sit.

"Takashi! Let's go sit with Kyo-chan, Hika-chan and Kao-chan!" Hunny-senpai shouted happily.

"Ah," Mori-senpai grunted back in agreement. They too, took their places, but this time in front of the other three.

Kyoya looked up from his lunch, seemingly bored. "What do you want?"

Hikaru stiffened. "I want to know what's wrong with Haruhi, damnit! What did you do to her?!"

"Calm down Hikaru. Let him talk." Kaoru coaxed, but when Kyoya was about to look at him with thanks, he saw that Kaoru was just as stiff as Hikaru.

He turned back to his lunch. A few moments passed in akward silence. Hikaru's fists clenched and unclenched, his head down. Seeing the tension in the air, Mori-senpai prodded, "Kyoya," in his usual grunting manner.

Kyoya lifted his head, tilted it, and replied, "I honestly didn't know until this morning."

Hikaru had had enough. He pounded his left hand into the wood of the table. His lunch almost flipped but was caught by Mori due to his quick reflexes. "FUCK. Ootori, TELL THE TRUTH! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HARUHI?!" By now, he was on his feet, blind rage in his eyes.

Kaoru, too, stood up. "Hikaru, calm down!" Everyone who was currently in the lunchroom was watching them, the ladies and everything.

One of Haruhi's frequent customers approached them all. She tentatively asked, "Ano… what happened to Haruhi, senpai?"

Hikaru whipped around fiercely to face her. Everyone could tell that she was scared just by the look on his face. "WHO ARE YOU TO ASK?! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROB-…"

"HIKARU, SHUT UP!" Kaoru's voice came from behind. He took a deep breath and his voice became calmer as he spoke afterwards. "Hikaru. You're not the only one who cares about her. Calm down so we can figure this out together." Kaoru turned towards the crying girl who was now in the embrace of her girlfriends. He smiled sweetly at her and lifted her chin up so that their faces were level. "Don't be scared… Hikaru didn't mean it."

The girl simply hiccupped and was thereafter, led away by her friends all of whom were shooting Hikaru filthy looks.

"Hikaru, she was a customer."

"Why… do you care, you bastard. This is all your fault anyways." Hikaru's head was once again turned down. He tumbled away, staggering while Kaoru kept him up. Kaoru looked back sending him a look that clearly said: We'll talk later about you-know-what.

Deciding he didn't want what was left of his lunch, he stood up to go to his next class, early. Absent mindedly, he wondered what had happened to Tamaki, the fool. He was usually there for all the dramatic events such as what had just happened about five minutes earlier. He was simply a sucker for it.

All through his next class, Tamaki wasn't there. It must've been urgent. He wasn't usually one to skip class unnecessarily.

He walked out of the classroom but was stopped by a panting Haruhi. It was evident that she had ran. "Haruhi?!" he asked incredulously, just to be sure.

"Ah hai… senpai… gomenesai…" she leaned back against the wall. "I'm not so used to running like this. Come, senpai, Tamaki-senpai needs us. I'll fill you in on the way." She ran away.

He was amazed at how fast her little legs could take her. "What?! Haruhi! Wait! What are you talking about?" He growled in frustration. He ran after her. No matter how fast she could run, she could not match the speed of his own long legs. He easily caught up to her.

The duo stopped before one of the smaller limousines, like his own, but as he stepped in, it was nothing like it. His were black but this one was red and royal purple. Taking in the colours, he assumed it was Tamaki's.

"Ah. Haruhi…-"

"Tamaki-senpai's okaa-san is sick. We're going to France."

He blinked. "Sogah. Haruhi," She lolled her head to face him. He gulped. "Haruhi. Why did you say… yes?"

"What do you mean by that?" came her soft voice.

"Why did you say yes. Why did you get engaged when you didn't have to!"

"Otou-san needed the money." She paused, then shrugged. "And… it seemed like the right thing to do at the time."

The driver looked back and interrupted their conversation. "Fujioka-san, Ootori-sama, we've arrived at the airport. Please follow Nekou-san to your plane. Your other friends will join you in France on a later plane."

A man, who Kyoya assumed was Nekou-san, opened the door for them. "This way, Fujioka-san and Ootori-sama. Suoh-sama is waiting for you both. Hurry!"

The three of them rushed away with Nekou-san in the lead. All three were in silence, but the commoners could be heard shouting this way and that.

"HARUHI! KYOYA!"

They recognized that voice anywhere. Tamaki. "Tamaki-senpai!" The two of them rushed in for a hug, Haruhi compliant this time as she knew Tamaki's mother was sick. After the embrace, Haruhi didn't let go of his hand and the two boarded the plane.

Feeling just a bit left out and jealous, Kyoya followed their steps.

As soon as they were settled into their seats the plane was off. A Suoh plane, he noticed. Despite the grandeur and the luxury, he could clearly see that the three armchairs in the back that were tightly knitted together were for Tamaki, Haruhi and he.

Accordingly, Tamaki took the middle seat and Haruhi took the left, leaving me to slide into the right. He noted that all the while, Haruhi had not let go of the fool's hand. He knew Tamaki was hurting, so even though his heart ached when he saw the joining of their hands, he still took the time to give a couple words of comfort towards the other man.

"She'll be alright. Everything will be alright." He whispered. Tamaki lifted his head and slowly nodded his consent.

"Ah. You're probably right. As usual." He gave a slight smile and Haruhi gave his hand a little squeeze.

"Yeah. He is. Mine died, but maybe that's a sign that yours will survive. Ne, Tamaki-senpai?" He heard the slight tightness in his voice that Tamaki, lost in his thoughts, most probably overlooked. Hmm… he had forgotten that

"…Hai."

The rest of the plane ride passed in relative silence, ridden with only the slightest small talk. Though, even then, it had nothing to do with the subject of he and Haruhi or Tamaki's mother. Really more of the host club in general.

As they arrived in France, Paris to be specific, there was a chauffeur waiting for them and he seemed to know exactly where to go. Tamaki's mother's chauffeur? Maybe.

They stopped at the gate of an enormous mansion. Wait, he had been here before hadn't he? He distinctly remembered the capital T wrought into the metal of the front gate. This was… this was…

The…

Tonnerre mansion?!

What was Tamaki's mother doing here? Kyoya shook his head. It was getting all the more confusing.

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A/N: Ahhh… I suppose all my chapters are about the same length. I was gonna go on but then.. I decided that this was a nice cliffie. I'll post again with 25 reviews but PLEASE get me to 30. Pretty please with a cherry on top. THANK YOU!