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Chapter Four
Haruhi and the rest of her family pulled their car up to Netherfield house at two in the afternoon, leaving it off with valet services and ringing the doorbell.
"You know, you could have forewarned me that we were visiting someone today, and that it was 'absolutely imperative' for me to come. Otherwise, I would have had a chance to change out of this garb." Mr. Fujioka motioned to his dress, which ended at a very short length past his thighs.
"Don't be ridiculous, you look gorgeous."
Before Ranka could counter, Benio opened the door, "It is a pleasure to see you all again."
"Oh, it is such an honor to be invited so exclusively by a great lady such as yourself!" Misuzu's words shamed her two eldest daughters, but Ranka was accustomed to attaining his amusement through the follies of his wife.
Benio saw Mrs. Fujioka's rude manners, Mr. Fujioka in a dress, and the two youngest girls fighting over a hair tie. 'Oh,' she thought, 'this will be fun.'
The party besides the Fujioka's and the Netherfield household comprised of a few obviously important business men and women, and by their looks, were probably friends of Kyoya.
"Poor Kyoya," Benio said to him as Renge began playing the piano, "It's a good thing you invited your business partners, otherwise you'd be stuck dealing with their society." She looked at Mrs. Fujioka, who was adjusting her Mr.'s dress straps.
"You're the one who invited them."
"Only because I like the eldest; ah, but they could do without the mother. And the father; how embarrassing that must be!"
"Why not only invite her if she is your preference?"
"I'd like to get to know the family." This was her way of saying that she needed some cheap entertainment. Having nothing else to do, they watched Renge exercise her fingers on the piano with neither genius nor taste. When she was finished, Haruhi, with the entreaties of several that she would play for them, began amusing them with the instrument. Kyoya watched her performance with great interest, and to his dismay, found himself liking the intelligent sparkle in her eyes, and other soft but defined features of her face.
"This is getting dull, Kyoya," said a man in a black silk shirt, taking him out of his reverie. "Why don't we dance or something?" Others agreed that this would be a good means of entertainment.
"Very well," Kyoya pulled out his cell phone and began speaking into it. To the astonishment of the Fujiokas, a legion of servants came, transforming the room into a hot dance studio. For the sake of helping the readers' imagination, it would be similar to something you would see in Dance Dance Revolution, save the poofy hair and the floating arrows. In fact, for the dimmed and flashing lights, this was a pretty sophisticated dance hall; Picture Shakespeare in a rock concert. (Yeah, my imagination is just flying. The rainbow over my head is bursting with color. :p Ahem, back to the story.)
Haruhi, at first disoriented by the sudden change in atmosphere, looked around. She saw Hinata and Tamaki together, not at all noticing the transformation. She smiled at the couple, lovely daydreams flitting through her mind when someone tapped gently on her shoulder. She spun around to face the person only to find that it was none other than Tamaki, who had pulled his friend over as well.
Taking her hand, he proceeded to handing it over to Kyoya. "With such beauty before you, you cannot tell me that you object to dancing with her." Though surprised, Kyoya was not at all unwilling to receive it, when she immediately drew back, and said with some agitation to Tamaki, "Indeed, sir, I have not the least intention to dance, now if you will excuse me," she turned and walked away.
Kyoya remained frozen where he stood. Her unwillingness to be his partner had not wounded his image of her. In fact, he was thinking of her with much gratification, when he was interrupted by Benio.
"I can guess the object of your trance."
"I shouldn't think so."
"You are assessing how unbearable it would be to spend much of your time with such inferior company. I share the same opinion, for I have never been annoyed! Such people these commoners are; I would give much to hear your criticisms of them."
"Your supposition is completely off. I have much more pleasantly occupied my mind with the fine eyes of a very pretty woman."
"Pray tell me who she is."
"Miss Haruhi Fujioka."
"Haruhi Fujioka!" she repeated his words, on which he gave the affirmative. "I am surprised! Since when has she been your favorite? Do I hear wedding bells ringing?"
"Women are so predictable. Your minds jump so quickly. I assure you, it is nothing but admiration."
Benio was taken aback by the slight insult to her gender, but all the same teased him on the subject. "You will indeed have a very charming mother-in-law," she scoffed at her own words, but Kyoya ignored her, instead fixing his gaze upon Haruhi.
Too soon for him, the get together was over, and so he had to part with the new object of his admiration.
Sakura and Renge were currently on a trip to Meryton, which was a convenient one mile away from Hertfordshire. There they were very happy to hear and participate in the gossip that there would be a new militia regiment there in Meryton. Surely, they would hang around the mall there and spend more of their time their flirting with the officers. ;p
When they were home for lunch, they told their family the good news. After listening to them babble for over half an hour on the subject, Mr. Fujioka stated, "I am now fully convinced that you two are the silliest girls in all of England. Such mischief you two are into."
"How you insult your children, calling them silly!" Mrs. Fujioka was disconcerted. "If I was to call any child silly, it certainly wouldn't be my own."
"If any daughter of mine is into mischief, I want to be aware of it in every degree."
"Well, you can't expect them to be as sensible as you or I. When they become our age," Renge coughed into her drink, "Oh shut up! We're not that old! As I was saying, when they are our age, they won't think of soldiers any more than we do. Ah, I remember when I myself had a soulja boy, and I still do in my heart," she sighed. "If a general that makes a good pay wants to marry one of our girls, I won't object to it."
It was just then that Haruhi brought in the mail. In it was a note for Hinata from Netherfield.
"Ooh," Misuzu could not contain her excitement and curiosity, "Who's it from? What's it about! What does he say? It's got to be from Tamaki! Tell us, tell us!"
"It is from Miss Suoh." Hinata then proceeded to read the letter aloud,"
Dear Hinata,
If you have no sympathy for me and Hinako and dine with us this Friday evening, we will bicker all the night and be in danger of annoying the other members of the house. Please come ASAP to solve this dilemma.
Yours Truly,
Benio Suoh
A/N Sorry it took so long to post this chapter. I've had some minor writer's block, and was out sick for a day. *oink oink* Special thanks to those who reviewed! :D And I checked my emails again (finally) and saw that some people added this to their favorites. It really means a lot! So, if you want to make an oinking child extra happy, please click the shiny button/link below this totally random message and pop a review! :P
