I do not own Ouran High School Host Club

Chapter 3

Somehow Kyoya managed to make it through the day on his cup of...coffee. He stayed awake through the boring lectures and the droning. Finally the end of the day came and Kyoya relished the thought of going home. But then he was reminded by his not subtle best friend that they had club today. Kyoya bit back his groan as they headed up to the third music room. The doors were flung open wide by Tamaki and he grandly walked into the room. His efforts were wasted. No one was there to see him enter. Tamaki's face fell and he went to sulk in his corner. Kyoya scoffed at him and went to his table. He pulled out his lap top but he couldn't find the will to do anything. Kyoya sighed; he shut the lap top and stared out the window.

Soon after hosting began, and Kyoya was sitting relatively close to Haruhi's table. Haruhi had more designations than usual which had sent Tamaki to sulk in his corner. Kyoya lifted his head to look at her table when he heard his name mentioned in the conversation.

"So Haruhi-kun is it true that you and Kyoya-kun were found in the closet this morning?" a girl asked. Haruhi blushed slightly.

"Uh... yeah it is," she said awkwardly. The girls at her table gasped.

"What were you two doing in there?" another girl asked. There was obvious innuendo in her voice but Haruhi missed it entirely.

"Hikaru and Kaoru locked us in there," Haruhi said. The girl seemed disappointed. Kyoya pegged her as a yaoi fan.

"But wasn't it embarrassing to be found like that?" The first girl asked.

"No not really, I was more concerned about my father." Haruhi said, "I hope he isn't too mad at me for staying out all night." Haruhi bit her lip in concern and Kyoya could swear he saw hearts form above the designators' heads.

"But did you two do anything?" a third girl asked pressing for information.

"Huh?" Haruhi asked confused.

"Did Kyoya-kun do anything to you," she clarified. Kyoya stood abruptly.

"Pardon me everyone, but it's time for the club to close we'll see you all tomorrow," Kyoya said smiling a fake smile. He heard the girls groan and the smile got wider. Eventually the room cleared and Kyoya went over to talk to Haruhi.

"Hello, Kyoya," Haruhi said absently. She was busy clearing the table.

"It seems that rumors are starting to spread," Kyoya ignored her greeting. Haruhi looked at him and shrugged.

"So?" she said.

"So!" Kyoya couldn't believe his ears. Haruhi shrugged.

"It really doesn't matter what people think," she stated walking away. Kyoya groaned quietly. He followed her.

"But what if it causes trouble?" he asked. Haruhi sighed.

"It won't, but it might bring more profit to the club," Haruhi replied walking away again. He hadn't thought of it that way. Kyoya pushed up his glasses and pondered the thought for a moment. He shrugged and started to pack up his stuff. The rumors could potentially be good for the club but he shuddered at the thought of any of them getting back to his father. That would not be good.

"Really," Yoshio Ohtori sat behind his desk in his home office. His phone was pressed to his ear. He sighed taking his glasses off and placed his head in his hand. "I'll be sure to talk to him...yes...yes..I know that!" Yoshio snapped angrily, "Good bye Suoh!" Yoshio slammed the phone on the receiver. There was a tentative knock on his door. "Come in," he sighed. His wife, Mitsuko, entered the room.

"Who was that?" she asked walking behind his chair. She started to rub his shoulders

"Suoh," he said bluntly. His wife sighed.

"I hope you two weren't bickering again," she chided. He grimaced.

"We never bicker, we just disagree passionately," he protested. Mitsuko made a disbelieving sort of sound. "Besides, a grown man never bickers with anyone."

"If you weren't bicker..." he husband growled low in his throat and she revised her words, "I mean 'disagreeing passionately' what did he call for?"

"It was about Kyoya," Yoshio pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Is he alright?" she asked panicking a little.

"He's fine," he said placating her, "but after I'm through with him he won't be." His wife sighed.

"What happened?" she sighed.

"He let himself be found in a compromising position with that honor student," he growled. There was a pause.

"But I thought you wanted Kyoya to marry that girl," Mitsuko said.

"No I was pondering it," he corrected. His wife scoffed at him.

"That's not why you're really mad is it?" she said. He sighed. His wife knew him too well.

"No," Mitsuko urged him to continue, "I'm a bit angry that he let himself be found like that , but that's not why I'm mad."

"Well then why are you?" she asked.

"Because he got into that situation in the first place," Yoshio snapped.

"...That's a bit unreasonable dear," His wife said.

"No it's not, if he hadn't let himself get trapped in that situation none of the events that followed would have happened," he said. Yoshi looked up at his wife, "How can I turn my empire over to someone who can't see the possible outcome of a choice he made?" Mitsuko rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure Kyoya does that, he's too much like you not to do that," she said. She paused, "But did you ever think that maybe Kyoya likes her?" Yoshio just stared at her.

"Huh?" Mitsuko sighed. The door opened quietly and her youngest child entered the room. Yoshio immediately returned his glasses to his face.

"You wanted to see me father?" Kyoya asked. His gaze was directed at the floor.

"Ah...yes about that stunt you pulled today." Yoshio looked at his son and the light was reflected off his glasses. Kyoya dared to look up.

"I'm sorry father," he said. Mitsuko just wrinkled her nose in distaste. She hated the way her children acted around their father.

"Kyoya, why were you in the closet with her?" his mother asked softly. Yoshio glared at her. He was in charge of discipline not her.

"Mitsuko," Yoshio growled warningly. He only used her full name when he was displeased with her. His wife glared at him but she was silent.

"But on that note, share with us why you let yourself get caught like that or even why you let yourself get into that situation in the first place," Yoshio said calmly. Kyoya was just as stoic as his father.

"I was conversing with Miss Fujioka when the Hitachin brothers pushed us into a near by closet. They locked the door behind us so I couldn't get out," Kyoya explained.

"Why didn't you call for help?" Yoshio asked.

"My phone was with my lap top which was in the club room," Kyoya said. Mitsuko wanted to hit them both. Their too polite way of being angry with each other was for her benefit. Once she left the room they would probably snap and her husband would rage at Kyoya for hours. Mitsuko sighed and then leaned down next to her husband's ear.

"Try not to kill your son," she whispered. Yoshio scowled at her and she smiled brightly before walking away. On the way to the door she stopped and put a hand on her son's shoulder. He looked up at her and she smiled warmly at him. Mitsuko squeezed her son's shoulder gently and then left the room leaving them alone in Yoshio's office.

Kyoya brassed himself knowing the real discipline would be coming as soon as the sound of his mother's footsteps faded completely. Both of them listened and when they couldn't hear her anymore Yoshio rounded on his last son.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Yoshi snapped, "Do you have any idea what kind of talk this will cause?"

"Yes father," Kyoya said sill looking at the floor.

"People still think she's a boy, don't they?" Yoshio asked. Kyoya nodded. "You know what they're going to say?" Kyoya only nodded again. Yoshio became more angry as Kyoya acted passively. "Be a man and look me in the eye as I'm talking to you," Yoshio snapped. Kyoya slowly looked up into his father's gaze.

"The rumors will die down as soon as a new tidbit of information is revealed," Kyoya said calmly. Yoshio glared at his son.

"But until then what do you plan to do?" he asked. Kyoya had no reply for him. Yoshio's eyes narrowed. "Fine, I'll tell you what you're going to do, you are going to stay away from that honor student." Kyoya's eyes flashed behind his glasses. Yoshio silently hopped he would act on it and defy him.

"Father," he said after a while, "What if I somehow reveal that Miss Fujioka is a girl?" Kyoya couldn't imagine how pissed Haruhi not to mention everyone else would be at him if he did.

"Then you would be in a worse situation," Yoshio said. Then he paused and the gears started to turn in his brain. He could turn something like that to his advantage. Haruhi was a smart, beautiful girl even if she was very blunt. She complimented Kyoya's personality and would make a splendid addition to his family. Yoshio smiled a little. "On second thought, do that, before next Friday."

"Yes sir...but why Friday?" Kyoya asked.

"Because," Yoshio smiled slyly at his son, "On Friday we're having a small dinner party. I would like you to bring Miss Fujioka." Kyoya nodded. He waited for his father to speak.

"You are dismissed," Yoshio informed him. Kyoya bowed to his father and left the room. He shut the door softly behind him and Yoshio smirked. Now all he had to do was think of a reason for the dinner.

Kyoya made it to his room before he exploded. He slammed the door open and then kicked his small trash bin out of the way. It wasn't full but it made a satisfying clunk as it hit the wall. Kyoya fumed as he made his way inside and plopped down on a couch.

"Dammit," he hissed. He heard a low feminine chuckle and his eyes snapped up. His sister sat in from to his dresser trying to reorganize it again.

"Are you alright Kyoya?" she asked.

"Why are you here Fuyumi?" Kyoya asked. Fuyumi looked hurt.

"What, I can't come in and clean for my baby brother?" she asked. Kyoya sighed and shook his head.

"No, but I wish you wouldn't," He said staring at the ceiling. Fuyumi nodded but kept messing with his dresser anyways.

"Why are you angry?" she asked.

"Father has assigned me a very unpleasant task," Kyoya said. Fuyumi sighed and then stood.

"You don't have to do everything father tells you to do Kyoya," she stated. Kyoya wished she would stop telling him that. He had to do everything his father asked because he was the third son. True he had bought out one of his father's companies, but there was still a vast empire which he wanted. Kyoya pushed up his glasses and shrugged. Fuyumi hugged him over the couch.

"Well, since you are going to do it...good luck," She left and Kyoya took off his glasses. He did not look forward to exposing Haruhi to the school. Kyoya sighed. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to manipulate someone else into doing it for me. With that thought Kyoya went to bed. Tomorrow promised to be an interesting day.

Well here it is and since I don't know Kyoya's mom's actual name it's going to be Mitsuko in this fic. Review and tell me who you want to expose Haruhi as a girl and maybe how. Thanx.

-Lady Auzie.