Hello, my dear readers! As you can see, i've updated my story despite all the study groups i've been doing lately. I said i'll update when i have the time, so here you are.

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Note:Honestly, i'm pretty much nervous about updating this chapter.

The apartment was quiet. Everything was so still that it was almost unnatural. The water fell with a lazy 'drip drip' from the kitchen's sink, the curtain swayed ever so slightly in the wind, dust particles danced in the afternoon light, and in the center of the room sat three people. Two teens on one side, and a woman on the other.

No one spoke, no one moved, the authoress isn't even sure that they're breathing. The atmosphere was enough to tell you that the teens were in deep trouble. The tension was so intense that you could actually suffocate in it.

Ryoji was disappointed. Very, VERY disappointed. So disappointed that he didn't know what to say. They had been sitting like that for over an hour now, waiting for him to say something. But he couldn't. Not when he was feeling that this was all a horrible, horrible nightmare. He didn't expect to go though this for at least five to six years. Last he checked, the fantasy of this ever happening involved a very happy him to know that Haruhi was expecting. And she was married. And definitely wasn't in high school.

The 'Big Book Of Fatherly Stuff' that all fathers seem to have was right. It was always the bastard you trust that's out to bed your daughter.

Haruhi fidget and Ryoji frowned. What was he suppose to do? What was he suppose to say? What on God's green earth was he suppose to tell them? Tell them to never see each other again? No good cause the boy (glares at Kyoya) needs to take responsibility for his actions. Tell them to get rid of it? No way. Not ever. Not even if the world ends. The (gulp) child did nothing wrong to be treated that way. It's the parents' fault. Pull her out of the school?

Now there's an idea…

"How old is it?" Ryoji asked.

"I'm not sure. But its.. young."

"…"

Kyoya cleared his throat. "I'm really sorry for what I've done, Ranka-san. This is really my fault, not Haruhi. She didn't exactly agreed, so it-"

"So you're saying that you-that you raped her?" Ranka screeched. He doesn't usually resolve to violence, but in this case, he'll make an exception. Crème ala Kyoya sounds very promising.

"No,Ranka-san.That's not what I meant." Kyoya willed himself to keep his cool.

"Then WHAT did you mean? Are you accusing my daughter of seducing you into doing.. doing.. Oh GOD I cant even say it!"

"Its not that! Its.. Its too complicated to explain." The thing about keeping his cool, is that he have to be in a cool position to do so. But being the object of Ranka's fury is anything BUT cool.

"How is it complicated? Hmmm? HOW?"

"Well.. it wasn't suppose to end that way! I was just going to teach Haruhi a lesson for-"

"A LESSON? My GOD you're crazier than I thought!"

"Not THAT sort of lesson! Ranka-san, please do not make this more complicated than it already is!" That's it. The cool is gone and he is officially cracking up.

Haruhi sat in the middle of the cat and dog fight with a wary look on her face. The men were too busy arguing with each other to notice Haruhi sitting and staring at them as the their words becoming more and more uh.. inappropriate for a lady.

How on earth was she supposed to go to school? Her morning sickness will start soon and her stomach won't stay flat for long either. You can't possibly expect her to walk around campus sporting a huge tummy in a suit. The student body doesn't even know her true gender for God's sake! And what about the Host Club? How will they react? One's thing for sure, it won't be pretty. Why her? Why, oh why must it be her? Why? Why? WHY?

"I'm pulling her out of the school!"

Haruhi blinked. "Wait. WHAT?"

"You heard me. I'm pulling you out. That school is clearly not right for you. People might think that a school full of rich kids would be heaven on earth, but they're wrong. And sadly, you're the proof of that, Haruhi!"

"But Ranka-san. You can't do that! Seriously, you don't mean that."

"And why would you say that? If I pull her out, that means I took the problem right out of your hands. What's wrong with that?"

Once again, Haruhi was caught between an all out fight. But this time, her head was buzzing with her father's words. Her eyes rested on Kyoya as she tried to swallow reality's cruelty. She could have sworn that she saw hurt in his eyes when her father state his reason of pulling her out of Ouran.

"'What's wrong' is the fact that Haruhi worked hard to get the scholarship and you're taking it away? From what I observed –and believe me because that's my job- she loves it there. And anyway.. I never said I wanted her to be taken out of my hands."

Kyoya fought the urge to blush. He really did mean what he said. Sure, he's freaked out that he got Haruhi pregnant, and that every one was going to murder him one way or another, but it was his fault and it's not fair to Haruhi to lose her scholarship because of him. Besides, he's actually quite fond of her.

"Dad, please.. don't do this. He's right. I really love it there. And I love my friends. please.. don't do this." Kyoya bit his bottom lip. He didn't know why, but seeing Haruhi begged like that some how ticked him off. He glanced at Ryoji who had a calculating look on his face. Kyoya can tell that there's a raging war going on in his head.

"Fine. But only till you start to.. show. Then I'm pulling you out."

"So tell me again why I'm wearing this?" Haruhi looked into the life size mirror and sees herself wearing a knee length Lolita dress with ribbons and lots and lots of frills. She frowned. Haruhi was not a big fan of frills.

"To see how you look in frills. Besides, this is the only prototype dress we have and it so happens that its exactly your size." Kaoru stated as he fiddled with one of the ribbons.

The Host Club was closed for the day and the members were busying themselves with individual activities. Hunny was eating his cake-of-the-day with Mori watching him like a hawk, Tamaki was (obviously) daydreaming ever since he set eyes on Haruhi in the dress, Kyoya was busy with his laptop, and the twins were hovering over Haruhi who was modeling their latest creation.

"You mean to say," Haruhi's eyes bored into Kaoru's through the mirror reflection. "That this dress-"

"Prototype." Hikaru corrected her.

"Prototype dress, was made to fit me." It wasn't a question, but a statement. Haruhi has known the twins long enough to see though their little schemes of getting her in a dress.

"That's one way of putting it." Hikaru grinned.

"But we prefer to pretend that it was pure coincidence the dress fits you perfectly."

"Now lets see how you look with this bonnet on." Hikaru said as he pulled a white, frilled, flowered thing out of the suitcase they brought.

Normally, Haruhi would have protest. But ever since the day her father decided to pull her out of Ouran, which was two weeks ago by the way, she prefer to go along with any of the Hosts' crazy antics. Anything to make them happy before Kyoya and her let the cat out of the bag.

Flashback..

"So, what now?" Haruhi kicked a pebble out of the way as she and Kyoya took a walk in the park after their encounter with Haruhi's dad.

"Now, we wait." Was Kyoya's reply. He wasn't sure, but a plan was starting to unfold in his mind and that's comforting enough for him. At least for now.

"Wait? For what?"

"Wait for the right moment to tell Tamaki and the others. Better let them know from us rather than from the principal when he gives disciplinary speeches."

"You know, I really should hate you for doing this to me." Haruhi sat on one of the stone bench and Kyoya followed. "I should really hit you or something."

"And yet, you didn't. Honestly, I expected you to report me."

"Yeah, me too. It would be the logical thing to do. But then again, what we did was hardly logical, wasn't it?"

Kyoya laughed softly. "True, true. Haruhi.." his voice became serious and he had a faraway look on his eyes. "I'm really sorry for all this. I truly am."

Haruhi sighed and studied her hands. She's been through a lot ever since her mom died. But this.. this was new. Whatever problem she landed herself in, it was always fixable. But not fixable like it's reversible or anything. That's just ridiculous. No one can take back what they've done. What's done is done. Fixable like you can make it right without people fussing.

But this, this was more than a mistake. You can't make this right without anyone freaking out. Other mistakes that she made before would simply disappear when she fixed it, but thiswill never disappear. Its going to keep growing and growing and one day be as big as she is. This mistake, problem, -or whatever you want to call it- will always be there no matter where she go. And when she's a high paying lawyer one day, this mistake will represent her past. Especially if it's a spitting image of its father.

"I know you are. But honestly.. I really don't know what to say or how to feel about all this. Like I said, I really should hate you. But the thing is I don't. I'm just disappointed, I guess."

"Disappointed that things are going horribly wrong?"

"No." she raised her head to look at Kyoya who had a questioning look in his eyes.

"Disappointed that you let your manipulative nature took over even when you know it's not right."

Kyoya's eyes widened for a split second before it closes with a soft sigh emitting from his lips. A slight, almost sad smile touched his lips. "I see."

End Flahback..

They decided to let the others know when they (the Hosts) notice that something is wrong. No point inviting tragedy when everything is so perfect. Somehow, Haruhi thinks that everything won't be perfect for long. Her morning sickness had just started and she can't seem to smell food without having to throw up. Just yesterday she threw up when Hunny brought a batch of strong smelling cinnamon cookies. The only thing that's worse than the hurling fit are the cramps she's been getting. It's safe to say that she has a new respect for all mothers in the world.

"Haruhi? Hello! Anyone in there? Earth to Haruhi!"

"Huh? What?" Haruhi turned around and her eyes fell onto the twins' faces. Their faces however, were close. Very, very close. Haruhi took a few steps back and tripped over one of the footstools. She lost her balance and gave a surprised yelp as her body began to descend.

Time seemed to slow down as Haruhi tried to balance herself by flapping her arms wildly while the twins struggled to get a hold of her. Tamaki and Mori were there in an instant to catch Haruhi and Hunny was clutching Bun-Bun in anticipation. All seemed lost as each men failed to grab her but then, as her body came close to the hard floor, a soft thump was heard and all was quiet.

Haruhi opened her eyes slightly and braced herself for the pain. But nothing happened. Not a single tinge of pain. In fact, she felt strangely comfortable, like she was covered in something soft and cuddly.

"Kyoya.." Haruhi's eyes shot wide open at the sound of Tamaki's voice. She was right. She really was covered in something soft and cuddly. And that 'something soft and cuddly' is none other than Kyoya. Anyone can see that the boy had lunged headfirst to catch the girl before she made contact with the cold hard floor. To others, this seems like an act of heroism and possibly love. But to the other five young men that was staring at the couple like they weren't even human, this was an act of pure taboo. Something that should never happen.

Why should it? Kyoya doesn't like Haruhi as much as the others. He never really cared about her whenever she was in danger while the rest of them panicked. Just because they don't run around like an idiot like Tamaki doesn't mean that they're not worried. But why now? Why did Kyoya saved Haruhi from falling to the floor when he barely moved when Haruhi fell down a cliff?

That question echoed in Tamaki's, Kaoru's, Hikaru's, Mori's, and even Hunny's mind as Kyoya slowly sat up with Haruhi still neatly tucked in his arms.

Kyoya didn't seem to notice the stares he was getting from Haruhi and the club. All he could think about is how close she had been to falling on the floor. Why in the world did she have to trip in the first place? Didn't she care about her condition at all? What was she playing at? Maybe he should consider setting a whole unit of his police force to watch over her or something. Or maybe he should just wire her whole apartment just to be safe. And what right do the twins have to cause her to trip like that? He was going to kill those two devils.

'Why is everyone so quiet?'

He looked up from his position on the floor. All eyes were on him and the girl in his arms.

'Oh no..'

It just occurred to him how this might look to others. The Shadow King suddenly showing affection for Fujioka Haruhi and saved her from crashing down to the floor was just simply too darn weird.

"Kyoya. What's going on?" Tamaki's voice once again cut through the silence like a knife.

For the first time in two weeks, dread, fear, and guilt resurfaced within Kyoya as he sighed and lifted Haruhi onto the (guilty) footstool. There was concern in her eyes when Kyoya shifted his gaze to look at Tamaki and the rest of the Host Club.

Time to come clean.

OK.. I know that you guys were expecting Kyo-chan to get his butt kicked by Ranka. Sorry it didn't happen, but at least i put a little (barely there) fluff between our fav couple! (laughs nervously) Besides, there's still the Host Club. Who knows what they're (or a particular someone) gonna do to Kyo-chan.

Next Chapter : The King's Fury; RUN, KYOYA, RUN!

So far, Kyoya already handled Haruhi and Ranka. But now, he have to face Haruhi's other dad : his best friend. Who is a total drama queen. With a violent side. Who also happens to be in love with the mother-to-be. Sounds easy? Yup. Too bad doing the actual thing can't be as easy.