Ok guys I'm really sorry it's late but here's the thing. Saddly I guess I mad the question a little to hard because nno one got it right. A lot of you said that he would ask if she would marry him. That is really close but not right. Sorry ;; But here is the next part.


Ch 7

"So Miss Fujioka I think this was a nice idea you had," Mr. Ohtori commented.

"Well if Kyoya didn't ask then it wouldn't have happened," she said trying to give him some of the credit.

"Would you mind if I ask you something, Miss Fujioka?" he asked her.

"I don't see why not," she said not wanting to be rude.

"Do you love my son?" he asked. Haruhi couldn't help but be surprised. She know she liked Kyoya, but was it really love? And what was she going to tell his father?

"Well to tell the truth, I don't know. I care very much for him but I don't know if it's love or how he feels about me." she admitted.

"What if you knew he loved you very much. Would that change your mind to knowing?" he asked as they continued to dance.

"I would still have to think about it. But if you don't mind me asking why are you asking me whether I love Kyoya or not?" Haruhi asked him, but the answer she got she was not really for. He told her and they stopped dancing.

Kyoya had gotten himself a drink and stood near the dance floor. He didn't like the idea of his father dancing with Haruhi. He watched them, no he studied them. Waiting to see how this would play out, and ready to jump in and save her if need. He watched as they stopped dancing and Haruhi's hands fell to her sides with a surprised expression on her face. 'This isn't good' Kyoya thought as he quickly made his way to them but stopped when he saw Haruhi bow, and walk away from him to the back where the door to the balcony was. He walked straight up to his father.

"What did you say to her?!" he demanded.

"I only asked for a question and after I told her my reasoning for said question she excused herself and left." his father told his son.

"And what did you asked her?" he asked starting to get angry at him.

"That is none of your concern. It was a privet conversation between me and Miss Fujioka. If you want to know go ask her." he said very rudely.

"Fine." Kyoya just glared at his father and went after Haruhi. He found her on the balcony leaning on her elbows with her face in her hands.

"Haruhi." he called to her as he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry." Haruhi said to Kyoya's father. "Please excuse me." she bowed to him them walked away. She didn't know exactly where she was walking, but she know she had to get away. "What do I do?" she asked herself as she walked onto the rater large stone balcony. "I know I love Kyoya and I know he likes me, but I don't think ether of us is anywhere ready to complete Mr. Ohtori's wishes." she covered her face with her hands and laid them on the cold, stone railing.

"Haruhi." she heard behind her. She herd him walk over to her and felt him wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder. "Are you ok?" he asked her.

"Yea, I'm fine." she lied.

"You don't seem fine." he said

"Well I am." she snapped at him and turned to face him.

"Ok, now I know your not fine," he said, "come with me." He took her hand and lead her back into the house, passed the kitchen and into the backyard. He took her to a bench and they sat down. "Ok, now what did my father say?" he asked, taking her hands into his.

"Nothing really," she said.

"Haruhi." he said very sternly.

"He didn't say anything." Haruhi said, turning her eyes away from him.

"Then what is making you so upset?" He asked, trying to help her. He hated to see her his way.

"It's nothing. Really, I'm fine." she said standing up and trying to pull him up too. "Let's go back inside. The band is still playing. I can hear it all the way out here." she said as he stood up with her.

"No, let's stay here." He bowed to her. "May I have this dance, Haruhi?"

"No, you can't." She said playfully.

"Oh and why is that?" he said just as playfully and standing up straight. She smiled and without Kyoya noticing she slipped of her shoes and turned away.

"Because." she started to run. "You have to catch me!" She yelled back.

"Haruhi, we are no where near dressed to be playing around." he yelled to her.

"So you don't want me, Kyoya." she said as turned to see him about 20 yards away.

Kyoya smiled. "Aw the hell with it." the said as he took off his jacket and tie. Laid them on the bench. "Alright here I come he called t her as he ran torus her. She smiled and turned to run the other way. But her turtle legs betrayed her and he soon had her in his arms as she tried to run. They both fell to the ground laughing with big smiles on their faces.

"Kyoya look." Haruhi said pointing to the sky. It was a clear night and the sky was filled with stars. Kyoya laid on his back and pulled Haruhi close to him. He didn't care the he was probably getting grass stains on his white dress shirt and her dress was dark so they wouldn't show up on it. She put her head on his chest and watched the sky with him, loving every minute of it. But what they didn't know was that they were being watched themselves.

"Father, what are you doing out her?" Fuyumi asked her father.

"Watching your brother and Miss Fujioka." he answer. "But why are you? Get inside before you get yourself and my grandchild sick." he said.

"I will, but father. What did you say to Haruhi-san to make her so upset?" she asked.

"I asked her if she loved Kyoya. She told me that she care dearly for him, but she doesn't know if it's love. She then asked me why I had asked her such a question and I did and it seems to have worried her." he told his daughter.

"Well why did you ask?" she asked him.

"Because I plan to asked Ranka-san to have those two married this summer after she graduates from Ouran." he said.


Q7: How do you think Kyoya finds out what is upseting Haruhi?

I'll try to update on Thuresday, but I'm leaving for cheer camp the next day so if I don't get it up. I beg up not to hunt me down and kill me for being such a baka.