Hi guys sorry it took me so long to update but I had the two weeks from HELL!!!!! I swear I've never been so pressed for time in my life. Ugh but oh well onto the story. There is some drama/tension in this chapter but it has a happy ending. I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.

Chapter 9

Yoshio Ohtori stood on the veranda of his home and looked out over the line of cars that stretched to the front gate. He twirled his glass of scotch absently. He heard the sof click of heels behind him and he fought to hide the smile that came to his lips. Long feminine arms wrapped around his waist as his wife moved beside him to look out on their guests.

"What are you thinking Yoshi?" she asked softly.

"I'm contemplating on our son's young friend." he said. His wife laughed.

"Oh, and what have you come up with?" she asked. Yoshio smiled and turned to his wife. She was stunning.

"You look gorgeous Mitsuko," he said softly. She blushed and turned her head. Yoshio examined the graceful curve of her neck and the soft wave of her hair brushing her shoulders in small tendrils that fell from the elegant up-do.

"Don't change the subject," she said. Yoshio smiled.

"But you do, I love how my wife is the most stunning creature in all of Japan," He said pulling her into his embrace. She smiled.

"Only Japan?' she asked teasingly. Yoshio kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"How about the world then?" he whispered in her ear. There was a soft cough from the doorway and Yoshio stiffened. He rose to his full height slowly and turned to face the intruder. His wife was still held loosely in his arms.

"What is it?" he asked curtly, his glasses flashing. The servant's voice cracked as he spoke.

"The Suoh family has arrived," he squeaked. Yoshio nodded.

"Tell Yuzuru I'll be down momentarily," Yoshio said. The servant bowed and fled. Yoshio looked down at his wife to find her laughing into his shirtfront. "I really don't see how that was amusing." he said. She smiled up at him.

"And you never will," she said. Yoshio's lips twitched. Mitsuko reached up and adjusted his tie. "I want you to promise me something Yoshio," she said stepping away from him.

"What?" he asked.

"I want you to leave Kyoya and that girl alone," she said. Yoshio turned back out to the sea of cars.

"I promise not to bother them," he said finally. 'But I never said anything about either of them when they're alone.' he thought. His wife heaved a sigh.

"I hate it when you're tricky like this," she said. Yoshio smiled.

"I'm never tricky," he said. She scoffed.

"You're as cunning as a fox in a hen house Yoshio," she said. Mitsuko walked to the door. "But please try to behave," she said. Yoshio shrugged noncommittally and she walked away. He followed shortly after her.

"Kyoya, I thought you said this was going to be a small dinner party," Haruhi hissed. She stared with wide eyes at the sea of people before her.

"This is small, there are only about three hundred people here." he said. Haruhi rolled her eyes.

"Damn rich bastards," she muttered under her breath. Kyoya chuckled softly.

"A little mouse lost in a den of cats," he said. Haruhi snorted.

"So because you come up with poetic lines you're the cool type?" she said. Kyoya shrugged.

"It's a very useful tool for charming people," he said. "Does it work on you?" he asked smirking at her slyly. Haruhi smiled softly.

"Not often," she replied.

"Shame," he said, "Then I suppose I shan't waste the effort it takes to come up with them."

"But I still like them," Haruhi said. Kyoya smiled and offered his arm. She took it.

"Then I shall be the crafty canine that fends off all the malicious cats," he said leading her out onto the floor.

Yoshio plastered a welcoming smile on his face and warmly shook the hand of his friend/rival Yuzuru Suoh. Yuzuru smiled back with the same smile.

"My friend it was so generous to invite me to your little gathering," Yuzuru said. Yoshio nodded.

"The pleasure was all mine Suoh," He said. Mitsuko hid her laugh by disguising it as a cough. Yoshio shot her a look out of the corner of his eye. She just flashed him one of her smiles and walked away to talk to her daughter.

"So my friend what is the occasion for this little party?" Yuzuru asked. Yoshio shrugged.

"Just a simple merger party." Yoshio said. Yuzuru grabbed two glasses of champagne from a server. He shoved one into Yoshio's hands.

"When did the merger go through?" he asked.

"This afternoon at four," Yoshio said.

"That soon before an extravagant dinner party?" Yuzuru asked looking over the rim of his glass. Yoshio took a sip of his drink.

"I knew it would go through," he said.

"Someday my friend someone's going to knock you off your horse," Yuzuru said. Yoshio smirked at him.

"Oh I know that but remember this my friend Ohtoris always come out on top," Yoshio said. Yuzuru's eyebrow twitched. "But on to other things, do you remember that talk we had on the night of the festival?"

"How could I forget, I still believe Miss Fujioka will become a Suoh before she ever becomes an Ohtori." Yuzuru said extravagantly. Yoshio smirked slyly behind his glass.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Yoshio said. Yuzuru blinked in surprise.

"What makes you say that Ohtori?" he asked. Yoshio pointed to his son.

"Look," he said simply. Yuzuru's jaw dropped.

"They are young," he said finally, "Her mind can still change." Yoshio shrugged.

"Yes I supose so, but if what Kyoya has told me is true, Miss Fujioka is a very permanent sort of person." Yoshio said. Yuzuru's face twisted into a grimace.

"All it will take to change her fancy will be a bit of Suoh family charm," Yuzuru said. Yoshio smiled.

"What will that help any, I know for a fact that your son isn't here," Yoshio said. "Will you go charm her yourself Suoh?" Yuzuru scowled in Yoshio's direction.

"Ever the fox Ohtori, ever the fox." Yoshio smiled and sipped more of his drink.

Kyoya introduced Haruhi to what seemed like thousands of people. She only remembered a select few and the rest she forgot.

"How do you remember all of these people?" Haruhi asked. Kyoya smirked slyly.

"Simple, I am an Ohtori," he said. Haruhi sighed.

"That's not a reason Kyoya," she said. Kyoya shrugged.

"It's alright, you won't have to remember any of them,," he said. Haruhi nodded and started walking towards the refreshment table. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"To eat," she said.

"Nonsense," Kyoya said, "Dinner is only a few minutes away." Haruhi shrugged and kept walking. Kyoya followed. Then someone latched onto her arm and startled her. She glanced to her left and saw a woman scrutinizing her.

"Let me look at you," she said in a bright voice. Haruhi sweat dropped.

"Um, who are you?" Haruhi asked tentatively. The other woman laughed.

"Mother, I think that's enough," Kyoya said coming up behind her. Kyoya's mother smiled sneakily and Haruhi saw immediately where Kyoya's came from. Then his mother turned to him

"Well what was I supposed to do Kyoya, you didn't bother to introduce us to her when you two entered." She said. "Besides Fuyumi wanted to know what I thought of her. I couldn't tell your sister anything about your young lady." Kyoya rolled his eyes. Her face hardened. His mother grabbed his tie and yanked him down to eye level.

"Don't you dare roll your eyes at me," She hissed. Kyoya nodded and she let go. He straitened. "So," she said turning back to Haruhi, who looked shocked, "Why don't you introduce me to your date?" Kyoya cleared his throat.

"Haruhi, this is my mother Mitsuko Ohtori," he said, "Mother this is Haruhi Fujioka." She smiled brightly at Haruhi and Haruhi was snapped out of her shock.

"Pleased to meet you Ma'am," she said bowing. Mitsuko laughed.

"Like wise Haruhi," she said. Haruhi straitened. "It's so nice to finally meet you." Haruhi smiled tentatively. She nodded in agreement. Mitsuko turned to her son.

"When do you plan to introduce her to your father?" she asked. Kyoya's mouth hardened slightly.

"They've already met," he said flatly. Haruhi had the grace to blush lightly.

"Still, I think you should," Mitsuko said. Kyoya sighed and nodded.

"I'll think about it." he said. Mitsuko nodded.

"Good, well I'll leave you two alone." She turned back to Haruhi, "Remember dear don't let him drag you around all night long." With that she turned and walked away. Haruhi looked up at Kyoya and smiled.

"Your mother is a very interesting person," she said, "I liked her." Kyoya nodded.

"I suppose that's how you could describe her." he said. Haruhi slipped her hand into his and he smiled.

Mitsuko sipped at her fluke of champagne and waited for her husband to confront her. She knew he would. Mitsuko felt a hand on the small of her back and she smiled around her glass.

"What happened to not interfering?" Yoshio whispered. Mitsuko put her glass down.

"That rule was for you dear not me, a mother had every right to interfere in her son's love life," she said.

"But I don't?" Yoshio asked.

"You'll get your chance Yoshio, Kyoya will introduce you to her by the end of the night," Mitsuko said. Yoshio removed his hand and she turned to face him.

"I'm holding you to that," he said. She smiled warmly at her husband.

"Don't worry, he will." she said. Yoshio shrugged and they moved into the dinning room together.

Mitsuko tampered with the seating arrangement so that Haruhi and Kyoya were seated at a table with her and her daughter and her husband. Yoshio was at a different table with the merging company's previous CEO. She smiled brightly at Haruhi when she sat down. Kyoya's face was blank.

"So good to see you again dear," Mitsuko said, "Have you met Fuyumi?" she asked.

"Do you have any other family members to pounce on her?' Kyoya asked dryly, "Maybe Akito or Reizo perhaps?"

"Neither of your brothers are here Kyoya," Mitsuko said dismissing him.

"It's so nice to meet you," Fuyumi said extending her hand for Haruhi to shake. Haruhi shook it. Then Fuyumi and Mitsuko started drilling Haruhi with questions and Kyoya was effectively blocked out of the conversation. He idly started going over his stock interests to pass the time.

"Oh Hello Father," Fuyumi said. Kyoya's eyes snapped up and his mother looked at him pointedly.

"Father," he said clearing his throat. "This is Haruhi Fujioka." Haruhi gazed up at Kyoya's father. He stared down at her dispassionately.

"So you're that girl from the festival," he said flatly. Haruhi looked down and nodded.

"Yes sir," she said. Yoshio didn't speak. Then he laughed almost silently.

"You have a lot of courage young lady and perhaps Kyoya should take a page out of your book," Yoshio said. Haruhi's eyes snapped up and she smiled tentatively. Yoshio turned to his wife and dismissed her effectively. Kyoya stood and held out his hand to her.

"It's getting late and we should go," he said. Haruhi nodded and they left.

Kyoya walked Haruhi to her door once they got to her home.

"I'm sorry if my family offended you," he said finally. Haruhi laughed and shook her head.

"No, I liked them all a lot," she said. Kyoya looked disbelievingly at her.

"Even my father?" he said. Haruhi paused.

"You're father is who he is, I don't judge him for that," she said finally. Kyoya pulled her into a hug.

"Thank you Haruhi for doing this," he said. She smiled.

"Don't forget I only did this because all of my debt was erased," she said. Kyoya smiled too and leaned down to kiss her neck.

"You just keep telling yourself that," he said against her skin. Haruhi's eyes fluttered closed and Kyoya moved to kiss her lips. His tongue searched her mouth tenderly and Haruhi moaned softly. The front door snapped open and Kyoya instantly disengaged and stood tall.

"Welcome home Haruhi," Ranka said from the door frame. Kyoya put space in between himself and Haruhi. She was blushing profusely.

"Hi dad," she said.

"So Kyoya I guess I'll see you around," Ranka said. Kyoya nodded.

"I hope for a while Ranka-san," he said bowing. Ranka looked down his nose at him and then turned into the house.

"Haruhi you have five seconds to say good bye," he said with his back turned. Haruhi nodded and quickly leaned in to kiss him.

"Five," Ranka shouted. "Haruhi it's time to come inside." she smiled good naturedly and walked inside. Kyoya smirked after her and left.

Later that night when all the guests were gone Mitsuko sat at the vanity insider he and her husband's room and removed her makeup. Yoshio laid on the couch in their room looking at the stocks before he went to bed.

"Poor girl, she looked like she thought you were going to hit her," Mitsuko said. Yoshio shrugged.

"I would never degrade myself like that in public," he said.

"You mean not when it's not your own child that is," Mitsuko chided lightly.

"It's my business how and where I discipline my children," he said. Mitsuko sighed and stood. She walked over to her husband and plopped down beside him.

"You are a good father Yoshio," she said comfortingly.

"I only hope Kyoya got my message," Yoshio said.

"He's a smart boy, he got it," she said. Mitsuko rubbed his shoulders lightly. "You should stop and get some rest." she said. Yoshio nodded.

"I will," he said. Mitsuko sighed, leaned down and kissed her husband on the cheek.

"Don't stay up too late," she said getting up. Yoshio grabbed the skirt of her nightgown lightly. She turned back to look at him.

"I plan to make that girl Kyoya's wife." he said. Mitsuko nodded.

"You can do nothing without her consent," she said, "Remember that Yoshio."

"She'll agree, once involved with the Ohtoris always involved with the Ohtoris." he said letting go. Mitsuko sighed.

"Good night Yoshio," she said.

"Good night." he replied.

Wallah my chapter is finished. I hope you enjoyed it even though it was mostly parental plotting. Well review and tell me what you thing. Thanks for reading.

-Lady Auzie