Haruhi rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she sat up. "Morning, mother," she yawned, greeting the shrine next to the futon. For a moment she sat there, taking in the usual sights. The morning light flitted in through the shutters, giving the room a warm fuzzy glow. Outside, Haruhi could hear the birds chirping happily away, 'It's Saturday! It's Saturday!' Like a lazy cat, Haruhi stretched, enjoying the peaceful morning. No school, no club, and absolutely n-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

As if she had been stung by a bee, Haruhi suddenly jumped to her feet. That's right! She actually had a date today! With...With...Kyoya! Her face twisted into a look of pure horror as she recalled how she was talked into having dinner with the Shadow Lord tonight. . .

Then she collapsed back into bed. "Eh...I have until seven..." She mumbled into her pillow, the initial shock already passed. Seven o'clock was hours away, she had loads of time to get ready. There wouldn't be any harm in sleeping in for a few more minutes.

However, unfortunately for Haruhi, the door to the bathroom suddenly crashed open, a half shaved Ranka lashing out blindly with a golf club, his shaving creme going everywhere. "Hiiiyaaa! Haruhi are you alright? Where are they? If the burglar had even laid one finger on you, I will castrate the bastard!" He continued swinging the metal club wildly.

In fear for being stepped on (and hit), Haruhi started rolling away from her father. "Dad! Dad! Stop! You might kill someone with that!" She exclaimed, almost getting her face whacked off with the golf club.

"That's the point, baby. So! Where are those bastards?" He shouted, still wielding the dangerous weapon. By this point, Haruhi was pushed against the wall, her arms over her head for protection.

"B-but dad! There's no one here but me!" Her words cutting through Ranka's homicidal thoughts. The golf club was inches away from Haruhi's head where it came to a freezing halt.

He blinked, "Eh? No one? But papa heard you scream!" Haruhi sighed in relief as the club was lowered to Ranka's side.

Getting to her feet, Haruhi tried explaining. "Well, remembering that I have to eat dinner with Kyoya tonight was not the most pleasant thought to wake up to," She put bluntly, sighing again, "Sorry for causing such a commotion, dad. But, uh, where exactly did you get that thing?" The last time she checked, her bathroom did not come equipped with a golf club.

Ranka lifted up the golf club again, causing Haruhi to jump backwards in fright (though all she did was hit the wall). "Oh, this?" He said, gesturing to the seemingly harmless metal death stick, "I keep it in the top cabinet over the sink with my razor! I have a weapon in each room, just for your protection, Haruhi~" He spoke off handedly, "I have a katana underneath these very floorboards too! So if there is ever a burglar, you have nothing to fear~"

Haruhi felt her eye twitch, "R-really...?" It felt stupid to ask, but she really couldn't believe she has been sleeping over a sword for the past fourteen years.

Much to Haruhi's relief (or not so much), Ranka burst out laughing, "Ha! You should have seen your face, my darling Haruhi! No, no, there's no sword, we can't afford one~ Ah, but there is a metal bat..."

Covering her face with a hand, Haruhi shook her head. God, it was too early in the morning for this. "Ah. O-okay then... I'm just going to go back to bed then..." She started for her crumpled futon, planning on remaking it. Her father, however, had different ideas. Before Haruhi could reach her futon, Ranka stepped into her way.

His eyes were narrowed as he stared fiercely at his daughter, "What do you think you're doing...?"

"Um...Going back to sleep...?"

Gesturing with the golf club, Ranka stepped closer to Haruhi, forcing her to take a step backwards, "You have a date to get ready for! There's no time to waste sleeping!"

She eyed the golf club nervously,"But I have until six! At least!" The shaving cream all over Ranka's face did not help his mental image either.

"Six? That's so little time! Come on Haruhi, let papa help you pick out your clothes~" He started for her, dropping the club to the ground as he spread his arms out for an embrace. By reflex more then anything, Haruhi side stepped, keeping a hand between her and her dad. For a moment, it reminded her of Tamaki...

She shook her head vehemently, "Dad! Wait, wait. I can do this myself! Besides, don't you have work soon?"

At this Ranka spun around, hands at his face not unlike the 'Scream' painting. "Ack! I'm not even done with shaving!" He dashed back into the bathroom, wailing about how much of a mess he was and how little time he had. "I'm sorry Haruhi, baby, I can't help you today! But, next time, for sure, I want to help you dress up~ Oh, wouldn't that be fun~?" Her father called out from the bathroom, Haruhi only shivered. Somehow, a picture of Tamaki popped into her mind.

"Right, sure dad." She said monotonously, picking up her futon and folding it up. She was already up, thanks to her dad's antics. From the bathroom, she heard her dad singing a tad off tune as he finished shaving and started applying make up. As her dad occupied the bathroom, Haruhi opened the closet, casually browsing through the girlish clothes Ranka had bought her. It was a safe to assume that wherever this 'dinner' was going to be, dressing up boyishly or like a bum would probably piss off Kyoya.

Haruhi started humming in time with her father's singing. Not that it wasn't a bad idea to get that jerk mad. Though, most likely, she'd pay for it in the end.

Hardly four minutes later, Ranka emerged from the bathroom, cleanly shaved and feminine. Haruhi glanced at her father. How that man made make up look so easy, Haruhi had no clue. "I'll be going now, Haruhi~ You sure you don't want me to help you with at least your wardrobe? I know you're fashion decisions are a little rough..." His voice trailed off, though it was clear he was referring to that sweater/glasses combo she had worn on the first day of school.

Shaking her head, Haruhi held her hands up in front of her, "No, I'm fine dad. You know, I'm not going to wear something completely unsuitable to this. I have this feeling that he'd eat me, if I don't dress properly." She sighed, hopefully she'd find something that'd be dubbed acceptable in Kyoya's tastes. Whatever Kyoya's tastes were.

Ranka pouted, already half way through the door. "I'm a little disappointed that I won't be able to see how beautiful my daughter will look. Ah~ I'll just ask Kyoya to send me some pictures later~" He giggled at the last part, dodging the poorly aimed shoe as he ran out the door.

"Idiot." Haruhi muttered, though she couldn't help but smile as well. Oh well, at least now, there was no one to bug her. She returned her attention to the closet in front of her, her lips thinned into a line as she stared at the clothes.

Sometimes, she wished she was a little more feminine for things like this.

What seemed like eons later, Haruhi had limited her options to the dress she had borrowed during the school's festival and a tasteful long skirt with a modest tank top and long vest.

Said clothes had been unceremoniously thrown onto the ground, arranged so Haruhi could almost picture what they would look like if she were in them. After staring at the two outfits for a good long while, she threw her hands up in exasperation. She had no idea which to choose! Maybe she could call Kaoru, he'd understand the situation more then Hikaru...

No! Kaoru would probably spill the beans to Hikaru anyways. There was no one she could trust with this, she frowned. Instead, she collapsed onto the floor. She still had to think this over.

What had she been thinking last night? Something along the lines of Kyoya using this 'date' as a cover-up or to prove that he wasn't gay and...Er...She smacked her head against the floor. It was still embarrassing to remember asking Kyoya if he was interested in guys.

Because obviously, if he was, he would have already made off/out with Tamaki and...

Oh God, she was not picturing that. The very thought of Tamaki and Kyoya acting like Hikaru and Kaoru was just...Just, no. But, most likely, it would raise the club's profits by roughly more then 55%. Why did it seem that a bunch of customers were into that gay stuff? Haruhi mentally rolled her eyes, girls will be girls.

Picking herself off the floor, she stared at the outfits again, hoping that if she glared enough mental holes into them, one would scamper off in fear and she'd be left with one option. However, physics defied her wishes, again, and she merely stood there staring.

A cover-up...Kyoya stressed how 'friendly' this dinner was. Maybe he's proving that he isn't gay, just not interested in dating (especially a commoner like herself). But why wouldn't he? Haruhi pondered, the clothes forgotten for a moment. He's intelligent (to the point of scheming), a great conversationalist (if he's interested enough), and handsome (more like scarily cool, but good looking nonetheless). There were plenty of girls that would be able to meet up to his standards. For example, Miss Ayame seemed like she had the potential to stand up to Kyoya. Though, then again, she did fall for Tamaki in the end...

Or...Or, maybe he is dating! If light bulbs could float in mid-air and were powered by epiphanies, a light bulb just turned on over Haruhi's head. That would completely explain why he wanted to go only as friends. He wanted to prove he wasn't gay, but at the same time he was trying to stay loyal to his secret girlfriend.

Besides the point Haruhi was ignoring another explanation or the fact that the realization Kyoya has a girlfriend kind of irked her, she felt relieved that she had finally figured it out. Not to mention, she had figured out which outfit she was going to wear. She picked up both the dress and the skirt/vest combo and walking back to the closet, placed the dress back into place. In her opinion, the dress seemed a little too showy.

By now, it was almost nine. She still had plenty of time to finish up this weekend's chores before she'd get ready. As she headed for the kitchen, the doorbell rang. Thinking it was her father, having forgotten something, she opened the door without really thinking, "What'd you forget this time?"

"Excuse me, Miss Fujioka?" An unfamiliar voice asked meekly. Haruhi blinked.

"Who are you?" Haruhi asked bluntly at the small girl in front of her, whom was wearing a maid uniform. At her question, the little maid bowed, nervously.

"Ah, um, at the request of master Ootori, I am to offer my services along with..A few others, in preparation to tonight's event. Oh and please call me Yuki," The maid's words were spoken so quickly Haruhi could only stare at the girl in incomprehension.

Kyoya sat at a desk in a study at his home, taping the keys of his laptop with such haste, it could hardly be called 'taping'. To be honest, it was more like smashing. An uncomfortable twitch of his lips was the only true sign of his discomfort.

Haruhi would most likely kill him when he would see her later that day (If he would see her that is. With that girl you can't really tell). Though telling Ranka of their arrangement could be seen as responsible sending Yuki might have been going a little over the edge. He could practically picture her going off about how embarrassing the whole ordeal was. The little mental image made the twitch of his lips into a slight smile.

So far the plan was turning out fine, however it was too early to gauge the potential success of it. This particular plan would have to short and straight forward. Haruhi, no matter how smart that girl was, was still undeniably dense. If he wanted the plan to work, he was going need to make his feelings so blunt, it would envy even Haruhi's point-blank remarks.

For a moment his hands stopped typing and were left hesitantly hovering over the keys. His eyes narrowed. The plan seemed simple enough, but for once in Kyoya's life, he was unsure if he could pull it off.

Haruhi, after all, still had an attachment to that idiot Tamaki.

A/N: Sorry this is kind of took me forever :\

But I'm thankful for all the favorites/reviews~ Thank you for reading!