AN: Hello good and faithful readers! It seems like it's been a while since I've last updated, but thank you for all those who haven't gave up on me! I've been dealing with some personal, health, and school issues and so this fic has been on the back burner. I should probably say that I don't know when I'll be updating next, since school has started taking over my life, but hopefully soon I'll be updating more normally. Anyway, as always I don't own anything, heck even the title is off of the song "La Vie En Rose", which is something else to add to the list of things I don't own. Well, let's get on with the show and please read and review!
Ch. 7 - "Le Plan"
It was the day after the party, and while most people spent the weekend trying to relax, Kyoya was busy planning a way to deal with the chauffeur's daughter. He had realized that Tamaki was bound and determined to break off his engagement to Eclair, just to get Haruhi. Kyoya couldn't let that happen! 'Maybe,' he thought, 'this will be just another of Tamaki's "phases." Maybe, it'll be just a summer fling and that will be that. Tamaki will get over it quickly enough and Haruhi will go back to school in America. But, they both seemed pretty set on Haruhi transferring over here, and if she's over here I don't think Tamaki will give up his pursuit. Haruhi will also do anything and everything to keep a hold of Tamaki. Love,' he sighed as he continued to plan while cleaning his glasses, 'I thought they discontinued that model. She doesn't want money nor power, she just wants his love.' Kyoya continued to plan and think throughout the day, going over every conceivable way to deal with the issue. He believed that if Tamaki and Haruhi were truly in love, that in a different situation he would support them; however, Tamaki was engaged to an important woman that was good for business, not to mention that even though Haruhi was soon to become a lawyer, the families would always see her as a servant's daughter. Kyoya continually thought about last night when he danced and kissed Haruhi. Kyoya had to admit that Haruhi did look very mature and had grown to become a beautiful woman, she was also determined, smart, charming, polite, and had a little bit of a fiery personality. Suddenly Kyoya had an idea; a wonderful, if not a little awful at the same time. It was unethical, reprehensible, but very particle. Haruhi wanted love, and if Kyoya could turn Haruhi's attentions elsewhere; Tamaki would likely drop his pursuit pretty quickly, and Kyoya believed he was the man for the job, and maybe he could convince Haruhi to go back to America instead of transferring to Japan. Resolute in his decision, he quickly made his way to the factories.
- The Next Day -
Kyoya calmly walked into Tamaki's room carrying a small plastic bundle under his arm. As soon as Kyoya walked through the door he noticed his blond-headed friend lying face down on couch, groaning in pain. With a small knowing smile that briefly flashed on his face, Kyoya walked towards his friend. "How's the patient?," Kyoya questioned, "Has the antiseptic worn off?," he asked as he poked Tamaki on the backside. Tamaki groaned in pain and Kyoya replied, "I guess not," as he chuckled at his friend's pain. "I'll never drink champagne again...,"groaned Tamaki as he turned towards his friend, noticing the small plastic bundle he pointed towards it and asked, "What's that you got there?" "Oh, just a little something I got for you," Kyoya replied as he unraveled the bundle, revealing it to be a plastic hammock with a round hole in it. "I designed it myself, opened the plant, and got it made just for you. Look, I even designed it with a little trap door," Kyoya said as he pointed out the round hole in the hammock. "You made it just for me? During the weekend?," Tamaki asked surprised that his friend was showing this amount of care for him. "Well, you were injured and I wanted to help," Kyoya said as he pushed up his glasses. "What a friend!," Tamaki remarked as Kyoya set up the hammock in his room. "You know, I've been trying to write a poem for Haruhi," Tamaki said as Kyoya helped him into the plastic hammock, "but I seem to be stuck. What rhymes with glass?" Kyoya thought for a moment then replied, "Alas." "That's good!," Tamaki enthusiastically replied, "Oh Haruhi, Haruhi...if only I could see her. Hey!," Tamaki suddenly said, "do you think that you could smuggle her up in the dumbwaiter?" "Now that would be dumb," Kyoya dryly replied, "What if your grandmother saw her?" "Oh...," Tamaki dejectedly expressed, "but what can we do? I want to make sure that she's happy, but I can barely move!," "Oh, I've already thought of something. I'm taking her sailing on your boat," Kyoya replied. "Really? Thank you so much for that! You really are a good friend! Can I ask you for another favor?," Tamaki asked, suddenly looking nervous. "Anything," Kyoya dryly replied, once again adjusting his glasses. "Well, I'll need your help convincing the families that I want to be with Haruhi and not Eclair. You will help me, won't you?," Tamaki pleaded. "Yes, I'll help you, won't I," Kyoya said as he mumbled the last part under his breath. Before the conversation could continue, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," Tamaki groaned out and Eclair walked into the room holding a game of Scrabble and some books under her arm. "Oh, how's my poor darling?," Eclair cooed as she set down her load, "You must be in a lot of pain, but what I don't understand is why there were glasses in your pocket in the first place." "Well you see, I was meeting someone at the tennis court," Tamaki replied before realizing what he was saying, "Er...I mean there was a game going on...," he said, trying to recover. "At night? It would have been pretty dark," Eclair questioned, doubting the truth of Tamaki's words. "Of course, that's why he needed the glasses," Kyoya quickly replied trying to break the tension, "Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone, I've got to go sailing. See you around Tamaki," Kyoya said as he left the room with a knowing, slightly evil smirk on his face as he once again adjusted his glasses.
AN2: I would also like to mention that I don't own the game Scrabble nor do I own a plastic hammock. That is all. Also the chapter title is translated to "The Plan".