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Chapter 4: First Morning Kiss

Kyouya slept unease that night, he assumed that it was one of two things. One: he didn't want to be there and that his father must be joking; or two: he was really to wed the women who had fixed him dinner and laid a bed for him in his time of need. His cell phone beeped over his foot that was on the table currently. I forgot the charger, he thought in dismay. Something stirred to the left of him and he stood up quickly only to see that Ranka had arrived home.

"Kyouya-kun? What are you doing here?"

"I would ask you the same question but –" he said grabbing the shirt he had been wearing and covering himself.

"No no, I meant why are you here now? I talked with your father days ago about the marriage to my lovely daughter, but I had refused it because I though Haruhi would have liked someone other than you."

Thanks, old man! I'll be sure not to ever speak to Haruhi at school.

"And besides I told him firmly a no, but said something about you getting the rights to the company if you did this one little task," recalled Ranka, though the man's awareness on Kyouya had momentary disappeared. Snapping out of his own daze, he saw that the boy had fallen in a faint by the couch where he had stood.

"Kyouya-kun? Kyouya? Kyouya Ohtori!" he said repeatedly poking the boy's face with a pencil. The boy didn't stir but did move onto his side.

"I don't know how I will explain this to Haruhi either, but your dad offered me a job doing something better that what I'm doing now, at least I wouldn't embarrass her at the festival this year." Ranka picked the boy up and placed him on the couch so he could sleep better. Ranka went to his bedroom and was sleeping within minutes.

The next day Kyouya awoke to sound of a frying pan going and the humming of Haruhi as she prepared a meal for the three. He sat up and saw the couch was a mess caused by his long legs. A book had fallen off the table that his cell phone was on and he had a strange sense that Ranka was awake.

"Haruhi is your father awake," he asked seeing that it was nine o'clock.

"Yeah, I hope you like bacon because that all I could find for us," she said not looking at him. Kyouya looked up and saw that she was rapidly placing food on plates and preparing tea.

"Do you do this every morning before going to Ouran?" he asked taking his seat at the table and accepting her food knowing that it was good. Ranka sat beside him and rubbed his head.

"Yes, she does and she still gets to that school on time some how!" he joked, thanking her for food and going at it. Haruhi sat a moment later and slowly ate her food like she had last night. Kyouya excused himself and went outside leaning on the railing and regretting that he hadn't accepted to eat her food after she spent so much time to fed them. He felt a tap and Haruhi appeared at his elbow.

"Here, I know it's not world class but eat it!"

"I can't, not after what I did on Thursday," he lied, smelling the food and it made his stomach turn. Haruhi pushing the food under his nose and watched as his mouth watered for it.

"Not eating is not a punishment for what you did. You have to eat to stay alive, now eat!"

Holding the small plate, he saw that some bacon was gone.

"Sorry, Kyouya, but you gave it up," called Ranka though the door. Kyouya frowned and ate the rest quickly then placing the plate in the sink, Haruhi order to him yesterday still clear in his mind then returning to the outside to avoid them. It didn't happen as the door wouldn't close.

"So what are you going to do Haruhi? Today I mean?" asked Ranka, his plate in the sink now as well. Kyouya turned at the sound of this conversation, wondering himself as he (figured) was now a slave to her.

"I don't know, but I figured that Tamaki-sempai would call bugging me to hang out with him and the Host Club," she said starting to wash the dishes. "I know that he calls me every weekend, but I hope he doesn't. I want to spent the day at home or at the park not far from here."

Kyouya saw a hidden meaning to her words, so you want to spent the day with me otherwise.

"Actually I need to call or visit Mr. Ohtori about this mishap and explain to him that Kyouya can't stay," said Ranka standing up and pulling Kyouya into the house by the cheek.

"HEY! Let me go!"

Haruhi dropped the pan she was washing and looked at her father, her eyes widening. Kyouya knew at that moment that the girl's reasons for treating him differently than at school was that she probably had a crush on him. Kyouya let himself go of Ranka's pitch of hell grip and straighten himself.

"Mr. Fujioka, I wouldn't mind staying," he lied and this time he felt bad doing it. "I would like to beat Tamaki at commoner knowledge and prove to him that it doesn't fit him," he continued choosing his word carefully as to not insult them. Ranka clapped happily but told he still needed to visit his father. Leaving the teenagers to themself, and praying that they did nothing, Ranka was down the street before the two spoke again.

"Haruhi," he asked coolly but knowing this act would not work on her.

"What," her response was. Clearly she was irrate about having Kyouya saying what he did to her father. If he thinks that he can stay because my dad likes him, he can forg – But her thoughts were interrupted as Kyouya wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I see I do have an effect on you," he whispered in her ear, seeing her face turn a lovely shade of red. Kyouya smiled and blew on her earlobe. Haruhi jumped and turned to see Kyouya grinning in a way that reminded her that he was thinking about something serious in that raven haired head of his.

"You did not have any effect on me," she said watching his every action. The house phone rang but Kyouya grabbed before she could reach it.

"Fujioka residence," he said in to the phone. The other person didn't respond with a simple okay with a low tone, but instead they heard an out cry of Tamaki's voice.

"HARUHI! KYOUYA! What are you doing?" asked the Host King, though they were sure that he had just awoken, neither wanting to heard his voice that early.

"Nothing, but we aren't going to be spending the day with you or the others. Goodbye," Kyouya answered discreetly ignoring Tamaki's pleas to talk longer. "WAIT –"

Kyouya hung up and approached Haruhi again, but she had disappeared. Turning he saw that she was in her room reading a book, a book that he remembered reading a year ago.

"Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet?"

"I have to play Romeo in the class's play this year, but the part of Juliet was chosen after my name. Much to my disappointment it's –"

"Renge" Seeing her eyes widen again. "I was the one choosing the parts and figured that you would want the spotlight. I did it also to annoy Hikaru and Kaoru before they would ask to be the leads and practice with you to prefect their kissing, which needs work."

Haruhi laughed as Kyouya went into Tamaki's usual way of rambling to himself about something, but she laughed harder at his comment about of the twins.

"What's so funny?"

"I'm sorry but they were bugging me anyway to kiss them after it was announced. Girls were asking me this week if I had practiced the last scene with anyone!"

Kyouya too laughing remembering girls lining up to talk with her about it during hosting on Tuesday. Then he frowned remembering also that he had dismissed her of her duties of it. Haruhi saw his face became stern and poking him in the cheek a few time to get his attention.

"I'm fine about you getting me out, I wanted out long ago, but I found that six really hot guys surrounding me was fine."

"I'm hot?" asked Kyouya leaning toward her more and watching her face turn red again. Haruhi froze and kicked him away seeing that his face was inched from hers and that her comment would be the death of her.

"Well you know that every rich boy needs a loyal wife one day and that every poor girl could only dream that it would happen," he reached out to her cheek and caressed it feeling her skin was soft. How could Tamaki grab as many times as he had and not feel this softness. Kyouya felt himself grown more liking to his situation and snaked his way on her bed again. As he had feared she was afraid of his motives and thus had her foot up again ready kick him. Grabbing her foot and rubbing it, that seemed to set something off in her as she jerked still for a moment then grabbed his hands.

"Kyouya stop, please," she asked closing her eyes. "I have dreamt this but –"

"But what Haruhi. I've noticed your change in breath right now (he paused watching her resist) and change in the past weeks during host time, but I never would have guessed that you would have actually liked me. (He caressed her chin seeing that she had stopped and her gasps soften.) I never thought you had time to do that when even the trio of horny boys are always watching you," he calmly said sitting beside her again and bringing her face closer to his.

"And I doubt that Hunny and Mori would ever make their move on you when they have and had lovers in their own grade. Plus it would be funny to see you and Hunny together!"

Haruhi slowly followed Kyouya's directions to him but she gasped when his lips gentle fell onto hers. His lips were soft and seemed to want more. Opening her mouth to protest, Kyouya found this as his change in a lifetime to move on top of her, though this time she didn't protest to it. He felt down her body to be sure that he wouldn't fall on top of her completely and hurt her.

Instead he felt her hands on his shirt or rather on the ends of the shirt. This made Kyouya grin even more. Do something you dumbass, called his little voice but Kyouya pushed it away when he accidently brushed against her breast. Haruhi moaned in his mouth brought her knee to rest under his growing erection causing him to bite her tongue.

"Kyouya . . ."

Kyouya stopped and looked at her, ashamed of himself. Getting up he, he was pulled back by Haruhi's death grip and he sat promptly back down. She rubbed his shoulders relishing the tense that was present and he sighed happily at her touch.

"I think you would be a good husband, Kyouya-sempai," she whispered in his ear.

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Author Notes: Sorry about not putting this here before, but my mom has been making me drive the car everywhere (due to doctor's note, kinda makes me wants Kyouya now :)). Anyways R&R!! Thanks!!