DISCLAIMER: (copied from the talented Author: vampyremiyu)
"Ouran High School Host Club is a brilliant piece of work by creator Bisco Hatori. Originally published in 2003 by HAKUSENSHA, Inc., Tokyo, Japan, this masterpiece is being translated and published by VIZ Media for fans in America and Canada. I do not own a single piece of the characters used in this story."
Selfishness Runs in the Family
It would be easy to figure out where an Otori would take his girlfriend for a first date, a date of elite location and designed for the fine palette. The issue is, what would Haruhi enjoy? Please be kind to the young Otori as he tries to puzzle over what to do for his first date with the one girl that was a perpetual enigma to the teenager used to having all the answers. He lays awake in bed, mind refusing to focus for once, wondering what to do with his current predicament. He had asked Haruhi to lunch on instinct. It was a proper first date and it would mean he would have her alone to himself soon. All to himself, without the host club around to interrupt their conversation. So there he is, trying to plan something memorable. Aware that under normal circumstances he could plan a date complete with fireworks in a span of hours. Yet, the ghost on her lips under his was distracting. He unconsciously rubs his lips, remembering the accidental brush, all other thoughts momentarily forgotten. He glances at the clock. 1:00am. Sighing, he pulls up the covers and attempts to sleep, and for once it comes quickly. His mind normally restless with business plans and Tamaki's wild ideas for the host club, was peacefully focused on one single memory. Her soft lips. Her bewildered look. Her blush. So he drifts off to sleep, promising himself to call Ranka the next morning to get ideas. He had until lunch time.
Haruhi had served dinner in such a dazed state that Ranka had forced her to stay still as he took her temperature. "Are you sure you're not feeling sick?"
"Dad, I'm fine, really."
Ranka sighed. "Independent as always. Won't tell me a thing." He tapped his finger against perfectly crimson lips. "Maybe Kyouya will tell me something next time he calls."
Hauhi granted him a small smile and decided that it might not be a bad idea to let him know something. Who knows what Kyouya would be willing to share with the okama. "I'm having lunch with him tomorrow."
Ranka's face lit up. "Really? Oh, such a nice boy too. Calls to find out how I am all the time. And he gave you that birthday present, right?"
"The host club gave me something else today. They bound a book for me, want to see it?" Haruhi's attempt to distract Ranka was lost on him.
"Is it like a date?" Haruhi stared at her feet and he had his answer. "Oh! Let's choose what to wear tomorrow! Then you can show me the book they made you."
"Dad, I don't even know where we are going to eat." It fell on deaf ears.
So she sat in the living room, idly staring at several outfits spread out across the small room - Ranka made an outfit for everything ranging from casual to an ankle length silk dress she didn't even know she owned. Ranka had gone to sleep already, exhausted after an afternoon of outfit making and crying his eyes out over his wife's case book. She sighed. It suddenly hit her that she had all but formally accepted to date THE Otori Kyouya. What was she thinking? She'd never fit in. And what was he thinking? He, the almost perfect son, the epitome of Otori propriety, had been slapped in public by his own father for his participation in the host club. What would Otori Yoshio think of his son dating a commoner? She glanced at the clock. 1:00am. He was probably awake; no wonder he was so grumpy in the morning (or so the host club testified). She debated calling him, and she decided she might as well, so as not to shame him tomorrow in inappropriate attire. Taking a deep breath, she dialed his cell phone.
Kyouya had barely fallen asleep when some annoying ringing woke him. He peeked at his nightstand to see his cellphone making a racket. He was about to launch it across the room when he caught the caller I.D. Haruhi. His sleepy mind instantly snapped to attention and sitting up in bed he flipped it open. "Are you in trouble?" In the back of his mind he was surprised at his own worried tone. But, why else would Haruhi call at 1am?
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I just... well, I was wondering what to wear for lunch tomorrow."
Kyouya relaxed and fell back into bed, free arm tucked behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. "Why would you call the Low Blood Pressure Demon at ungodly hours to wonder about clothing? May I remind you that you pretend to be a boy at Ouran. That you are rarely seen in a dress unless the twins or your father intervene. Since when do you care what you wear?" He wasn't angry, merely amused, and he let his voice soften enough that she'd recognize the teasing for what it was.
"Since I decided to date an Otori. I'd hate for your father to have spies report that his youngest son is dating a male student. I'm not sure he would handle the news that his son is gay very well." Kyouya coudn't help but chuckle at the vivid images that flashed through his mind. Then something hit him and he chocked on air.
"Dating? You said dating. Did you mean it?"
Haruhi smiled. "Of course, what else would you call the new turn our relationship has taken?"
It was fortunate no one was around to witness the grin that spread across Kyouya's face, it would have scared them senseless. The possessive gleam in his eyes could have provoked heart attacks. 'Dating. I like the sound of that.' He thought to himself.
"So, what should I wear for lunch?"
"I haven't decided."
"Umm... you don't know? Why do I find that hard to believe?" He smiled at how easily she read him.
"Because I always plan ahead. But in this case, I haven't been able to figure out what you would enjoy having for lunch. Or where, for that matter."
"Well, what I would want would probably not be agreeable to you."
It was his turn to read her. "You mean I'd think any of your favorite restaurants below my station."
"And you say I'm blunt. But yes, that is what I meant."
"How about we compromise. You pick the food, I pick the place where we eat it?"
"Nothing too fancy, please." Haruhi tried hard to keep herself from begging.
"Don't worry, I don't plan on sharing you. It'll be somewhere just for the two of us."
"And the Otori secret service." The idea of Tachibana being around actually warmed her. They were together, in part, for his advice.
"Hai. But they will discreetly blend into the shadows. They are experts at it. Which means, since we'll be alone you can wear anything you want." Pause. "Not that tackless sweater you wore the first time you walked into the host club." Pause. "Though, if you do wear it, I wouldn't dare complain. I just want your company."
Haruh's stomach did flips at Kyouya being romantic - well, romantic in his own way.
"I just want your company too. So casual dress it is. And we'll stop by this noodle soup shop I love on our way to wherever you chose to eat."
"Sounds like a plan. See you tomorrow Haruhi."
"Good night Kyouya." The phrase reminded both of the kiss and Haruhi blushed.
"Maybe next time you won't run away." Kyouya said softly and closed the phone, settling himself in bed.
Haruhi gasped at the insinuation. Next time. Next time. It kept ringing in her head until exhaustion took her and she fell asleep.
Ranka smiled from his hiding spot around the corner. Having heard "dating", "I just want your company too" and "Good night Kyouya" all in the same conversation thrilled him. Of course, being a father, he'd be sure to have a serious talk with the teenager, but overall he was happy it was Kyouya and not that idiot Tamaki.
Author talking: Sorry, my dear readers, for making you wait so long for an update, but I didn't have much inspiration. Hope it doesn't show too much. I'm thinking the story is nearing its end now that kyo-chan and Haru-chan are together, but that makes me wonder what to write next. Sequel, different pairing, their wedding (I guess that classifies as sequel)? Hmm...
