"Kirimi had a qushun." Haruhi tried (and failed) to say. Mori and Hunny were in the kitchen with her at the moment, and they were taste-testing Hunny's homework. Mori was absently munching on the snacks while reading something with no pictures and tiny letters. He was going to be heading back to work in a week and had said that it was some grown-up paperwork he had to do because of his absence.
"Oh? And what was that, Haru-chan?" Hunny held out his whisk for her to lick the batter off of. He was done with it, anyway.
"If we really came from storks, how did they get us in the first place?" She proceeded to cover her face in pudding, not noticing Hunny's suddenly frozen posture, or Mori's attempts to dislodge the bite of cookie he had inhaled.
"U-um. Well… the storks get babies from… somewhere. And then they fly them out to the people they know really, really want babies." Hunny saw Mori's raised eyebrow behind Haruhi, who had been paying very close attention to this new knowledge, and made a quick, desperate, 'help me' face. Silently, the man rose and slipped out of the kitchen. One other person was home who might be able to help.
"What's the 'someplace'? Is it far away?"
Hunny was really trying his best to remain calm. Chika had never asked him anything like this. "Yes. It's very far away."
"Like as far away as Osaka?"
"I'll take it from here, Hunny." Kyoya walked into the kitchen and knelt in front of Haruhi. "Mori tells me you have something you want to know?"
"If I really came from a stork, how did the stork get me?" She seemed to have lost interest in the whisk. "I don't really think Hunny knows."
Kyoya grinned and Hunny blushed beet red. "Well, your parents really wanted a child, so they wrote a letter to the storks, kind of like a letter to Santa." The accountant stood and turned away from her, lifting the bowl of pudding from Hunny's hands.
"Kyoya, what are you telling her?" Hunny whispered into his ear.
"All children get curious about this around this age. This is how my parents held he off until I was old enough to understand. If you don't like it, feel free to tell her the truth." Kyoya whispered back. He then walked over to the spice rack and set the bowl down.
"The storks are like baby Santas?" Haruhi's eyes wide as she followed him.
"Yes they are. And when the storks get the letter, they have to make you." He began picking up various items and adding them to the bowl. "They put in sweetness, a lot of curiosity, intelligence, a pinch of stubbornness, maybe a little rebelliousness, and a lot of love. And then, when they were done, they mixed you up and put you in the oven." He did just this, and then laughed at Haruhi's shocked expression. "Well they have to turn all of those qualities into a kid somehow, don't they?" He patted her head and handed her a cookie. "Now, why don't you go share that with Tamaki. He should be getting home about now."
"Okay! Thanks, Kyoya!" She waved the cookie and ran out of the room.
"You just ruined my pudding." Hunny gazed at the oven door, looking slightly defeated.
"What would you rather have; your pudding, or an end to that conversation?" Kyoya picked up a cookie and it into it.
"Was that really how you were told?" He asked.
"Yes. Although the visual I chose might have had a little to do with revenge. You've got a younger sibling. You should be better equipped at handling such a situation than me."
Just then, they heard the front door open. "Haruhi! Did you do anything fun today?"
"Tama-Papa!" Haruhi's feet could be heard tearing across the living room to him. "We have cookies! And storks made me in an oven!"
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This chapter is for anyone who has ever been asked The Question, and then panicked. Hope you enjoyed! Review! :3
