Twelve hours earlier….

Kyoya groaned as he felt the bright rays of light hit his face. Damn it how did I let myself get dragged in to that club, he thought as he felt his head pounding. Slowly he got up looking around the room something seemed off. He was in his room at the main estate but something felt wrong. Shrugging it off as the remanence of a hangover, he quietly turned on the shower. After a needed shower he went over to the wardrobe to change but when he opened it he found that the clothes within were clothes he hadn't seen since high school.

Trying to put on a shirt, he grumbled at the stiffness of the back. Where the hell are my suits? he thought as he gave up looking for a jacket. Having less trouble with the pants and shoes, he finished getting ready as there was a knock on the door.

"Enter," he spoke as the door opened to revealing a maid.

"Sir, a Mr. Sohma has called reminding you of your meeting at ten."

Looking over at the clock Kyoya inwardly cursed noticing the time. Damn it I am already late.

"Please get my driver ready," he ordered the maid bowed and quietly walked out the door.

Passing his sister in the hallway, he quickly made his way towards the front entrance. Sliding in to the waiting limo, pulling out the tablet he read through the latest updates on all of his stocks, and made a not to call his broker about purchasing a stock in a new company. As the car began to stop he closed down his tablet and exited the car.

The restaurant was busy. Making his way over to the hostess, he gave the name of his party and followed as she began to lead the way. Sitting at a table for four was Mr. Sohma. Taking a drink of his coffee he noticed his companion coming, standing he shook Kyoya's hand.

"Mr. Sohma, I am terribly sorry for the delay. I am afraid that several of my friends insisted we celebrate my stag night last night," Kyoya apologized.

"That's quiet all right; after all you are marrying my daughter in a week. I would rather have you get all of your parting out of the way before then," he spoke placing his hand on the chest of Kyoya, the cool type host felt a sudden zap but shrugged it off.

"Yes well, it would be rather improper of me to do so," Kyoya said carefully.

Something feels wrong. Kyoya thought as had begun to think of his future father-in-law all he could picture was a man with long red hair dressed in drag. Shaking the thought from his mind he turned his attention to the man sitting across from him, maybe I am still drunk.

"Yes well I am having a little trouble with a few of my companies in Europe and I was wondering if you would do an audit for me," Mr. Sohma spoke as both men sat down.

"Well I would be glad to, as soon as we are back from our honeymoon..."

"I am afraid that this is an urgent matter that needs to be handled now," Mr. Sohma interrupted.

"What about the wedding?" Kyoya asked.

"If you leave tonight then you should be back just in time for the ceremony at six,"the other man insisted, trying to reassure Kyoya.

"Well if you say this matter is urgent I will leave tonight," the shadow king spoke but something felt wrong.

Promise me that you won't go running off on business the week before the wedding. The female voice he didn't recognize filled his head as a sense of dread filled him.

"Excellent, ah Yoshio!" Mr. Sohma spoke loudly pulling Kyoya from his thoughts.

Kyoya stood up, greeting his father. The shadow king noticed the briefest flicker of panic run across Mr. Sohma's face as the group sat down.

"Well Mr. Sohma I hope that everything is in order?" Yoshio began as Kyoya looked at his phone.

"Sorry to interrupt father, but if I am to leave tonight I must get back to the office and finalize some paperwork," the two elder men nodded their heads as Kyoya stood to leave.

Walking out of the restaurant and in to the waiting car, Kyoya took serval deep breaths. Looking at his phone he found a ridiculous number of texts from one person

"I swear Tamaki, I have no idea why is stayed friends with you," he mumbled as he hit the dial button on his phone.

After several rings, the line was picked up.

"Hello, Kyoya! How are you this morning?" the Half French man's exuberant voice filled the phone that Kyoya had wisely left away from his ear.

"Tamaki, may I ask why you are trying to get in contact with me?" the annoyance ringing plainly in Kyoya's cool voice.

"Yes well I had the strangest phone call earlier," the princely type spoke.

"Yes what is that?"

"Well, it was from a girl. She said her name was Haruhi and she started to ask me a question about you. But I don't know anyone by that name do you?"

At hearing the name a fluttering feeling filled Kyoya's chest, it unnerved him.

"No I can't say that I do," Kyoya spoke quietly.

"Yes, well to make things even stranger, she called me on my personal number and claimed that I gave it to her."

"Tamaki did she give you a last name?"

"No, I hung up soon after though. What if it is a stalker?" Tamaki asked as panic began to creep in to his voice.

Pinching the bridge of his nose Kyoya took a deep breath trying to calm down the anger welling up inside of him, as Tamaki continued his mindless chatter.

"Have you even thought that it may be a prank pulled by the twins?" Kyoya spoke interrupting the blonde.

"Oh, I guess your right Mon Ami," the cheerfulness returning to his voice.

"Okay now, if you will excuse me I have to go."

"Alright Kyoya see you at your wedding," Tamaki shouted in to the phone.

Hanging up the phone Kyoya sighed as he glanced out the window. Rolling down the divider, he spoke,

"Tabachian, I need you to pack a bag for me I will be gone till Saturday. Please see to it that the plane is ready as well. I will be departing a ten tonight."

"Yes sir." The man spoke as the divider was raised.

Sitting back in his seat, Kyoya sighed as a thought came to mind. A short girl, with a pixie cut brown hair, large brown eyes and a luminescent smile.


Mr. Sohma walked through the halls of his office, the staff doing their best to get out of the way of the man who seemed to be rather upset. Walking in to his office he noticed his chair turned towards the window.

"Hello, Father," the feminine voice called as she turned in the chair towards the man who entered the door.

"Jun, what are you doing here?" he asked his daughter, her long blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, absent mildly played with the ends.

Why Kyoya preferred that mousy commoner to my beautiful daughter is beyond me. Mr. Sohma thought as he studied his child. I knew she would be of use to me someday.

"Well I came to see how you were and then I found out that you were at lunch with the Ootoris." Jun placed her chin on her fist as she leaned back and asked, "How is my fiancé?"

"We have a problem. It seems that Fujioka girl is just as much trouble as her mother," he spat remembering the times Kotoko Fujioka had gotten in his way.

"And?" Jun asked raising her eyebrow in confusion.

"And? Do you not realize the implications? If she reawakens all of their memories, we are done. These flowers won't work on them anymore and she already has at least two!" Mr. Sohma said shouting at his daughter who didn't even bat and eye at the harsh tone in his voice.

"How do you know?" her cockiness was seriously starting to anger him.

"Well, I am having her followed and it seems that she went in to a place called the black Magic club."

"That place is owned by the Nekozawas. What do they have to do with this?" she asked irritation in her voice.

"My dear, they employ Rieko Haninozuka. I can guarantee that by tonight that both the Haninozukas and the Morinozukas will not be in our control." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small glass flower and placed it on the desk.

"Why did you take this? You know its effect start to wear off as so at their gone!" Jun shouted as she snatched the flower off the desk and inspected it.

"It was the only way; if they completely neutralize it then it's only a matter of time," he grumbled as he took a seat on the edge of the desk.

"She doesn't have that kind of capability," Jun said firmly

"No, but she was in the company of Warehouse agents, as well as Kyoya's sister." Mr. Sohma growled in anger.

Jun's eyes widen in alarm as she stands, gently holding on to the flower. Walking towards the large window that over looked the city. Silence filled the room for several tense moments.

"What about Yoshiro?" Jun asked quietly.

"His flower was already gone."

Jun cursed under her breath as she thought on the situation, they found themselves in.

"Kyoya wasn't wearing this long enough. His bond is too strong to that girl and he will figure out something is wrong. He will start digging."

"Don't worry I sent him out of the country, he won't be back until just before the wedding. Just keep that flower on your person so that they can't get their hands on it." Noticing how tense his daughter is he chuckled and continued, "Don't worry, once the clock strikes six on Saturday it will be too late."

"I wish we could change some of the wedding plans. That beach house is far too open, she could easily slip in. And if she gets all of those idiots on her side they are bound to help. Why they choose that place for the wedding I'll never know."

"Just focus on being a beautiful bride and I will take care of the rest," Mr. Sohma said as he stood to dig through some files.

"Don't worry, I will do everything to make sure our plan succeeds," she said turning to walk out of the office. An eerie light gleaned off the pearl and gold pendant she wore.