Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran Host Club nor it character. All original characters are of my own design and creation.

Kyouya decided that he was going to kill Tamaki and the twins the next time he saw them.

He hated everything about this stupid affair! It was loud and colorful and crowded and now he was handcuffed to an equally annoyed woman who was going to kill her own group of twins the next time she saw them.

Not only was being handcuffed physically uncomfortable, the metal rubbing against their wrists chaffing against their skin, but it was also socially uncomfortable. People would stare at them, wondering why a pair of good looking teenagers were handcuffed together in public walking around a carnival. Needless to say, it was altogether, uncomfortable.

They found that walking closer together led people to look less, since the chain was less visible when hidden between them rather than spread apart when they were further away. They still kept a fair amount of personal distance between them however. God forbid they actually get close to one another.

Kyouya was so focused on killing Tamaki and the twins later, hurting anyone who knew about this, and finding/doing all of the stupid things on this stupid list that he wasn't paying attention to Sayuri at all. He had to notice, however, when he jerked to a stop as the chain went taunt.

"What are you doing?" Kyouya asked the girl now sitting on a bench.

"I'm sitting down." Sayuri said plainly.

"Obviously, but why?" Kyouya asked.

"Because I'm tired of walking." She retorted, like he was an idiot for asking.

"Get up. We have to finish this stupid scavenger hunt to get the keys, our phones, and money back so that we can leave!" Kyouya snapped at her.

"You can yell all you want, but I'm not getting up until my feet stop hurting!" Sayuri snapped back angrily. She crossed her leg over her knee to rub her feet through her shoes. Any other time, they would have been a great accessory. The wicker wedges, with the white silk crossing over her foot intricately and tying in a bow around her ankle were perfect with her white cardigan shrug over her light blue laced edged cami and light denim shorts. However, beauty often came with a price.

"Why did you wear them if they were going to hurt?" Kyouya asked with his arms crossed.

"Because I hadn't expected to be walking around the entire day for hours at this stupid thing! And oddly enough I had a girly moment and wanted to look cute today!" Sayuri shot back, giving a frustrated sigh and crossing her arms as well before leaning against the bench.

Kyouya gave a heavy sigh and sat down beside her. "I'm sorry," Sayuri looked over to the spectacle boy beside her curiously, "I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at the situation. This is one of the stupidest things that Tamaki has ever done. And he is going to pay for it." Kyouya said, ending the sentence in a growled tone.

"Why did they do this anyway?" Sayuri asked. She was geniuinely curious. Hana and Ana were brats and pranksters normally, but they would never pull something like this, especially not with her. Sayuri decided that the Hitachiin brothers were a bad influence on them.

Kyouya sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"I don't know. Tamaki probably has this idea in his head that we should be romantically involved. I suppose that he thinks that if we spend more time together or talked more that we'll instantly fall in love and live happily ever after. He probably got Hikaru and Karou to help and this is what happens." He explained, gesturing to the handcuff chain.

"That is the most ridiculous thing that I have ever heard!" Kyouya looked over to the young woman beside him, "Even if we did want to be 'involved,' how is handcuffing us together going to make us instantly fall in love? That makes no sense. If anything it will make me hate you more because now I have to be with you. And by the way, no one falls instantly in love with someone. You can fall instantly in lust with someone, but that's it. No one can honestly say that they fell in love at first sight. It's a gradual process over time. This is a completely ridiculous plan based on the myth that love and relationships are instantaneous." Sayuri stated, in a rational tone often reserved for more serious debates.

"You've really thought this through haven't you?" Kyouya said with an arched brow.

"Don't get too excited, I was thinking about you and me. It's just a general observation I've always had. I just think that it's a false pretense to base the ideas of happiness on love and the idea of love on something that happens like that." The girl said snapping her long, nimble fingers with a shrug.

"You are a very rational and practical person, to the point of odd, Sayuri."

Sayuri looked over to her partner with a smile.

"You're one to talk. I was shocked when I saw you without your little black book that you probably write any and everything down in. How are you functioning without it?" Sayuri mocked.

Kyouya crossed his arms at the joke directed at him. "You're not funny."

"I'm hilarious. You just have no sense of humor." The raven haired female joked, brushing her hair that fell for her breast behind her ear.

"Whatever." Kyouya retorted brilliantly.

The couple sat in silence for a few moments, watching the people go by before Kyouya asked, "What happened to your glasses?" Sayuri looked at Kyouya with a confused expression at the seemingly random question, "You said I couldn't function without my notebook. How are you functioning without your glasses?" He clarified.

Sayuri smiled. "Contacts. I don't wear them often because they sometimes make my eyes itch if I wear them too long, so I usually only wear them for special occasions. I figured it would be easier to wear them here instead of my glasses because I didn't want them to get knocked off."

"Four days ago was a special occasion?"

Sayuri smile grew wider and a little more coy at Kyouya.

"Well, I was in a 50,00 yen dress and you were in a very nice suit, so yes. Why? You didn't think that our date was special and magical Kyouya-kun?" Sayuri said sweetly, leaning closer to the grumpy boy beside her. Kyouya brushed her off lightly with a shrug.

"Don't call me that. And honestly no. Although it was an enjoyable experience over all, we honestly wouldn't have done it if I hadn't lost a bet. Therefore, I don't think that classifies as a 'special occasion,' but rather a very nice obligation." He told her.

"My, how abnormally practical of you Ootori-san." Sayuri stated. Kyouya shrugged casually at her. "I kinda feel bad for cheating now."

Kyouya snapped out of his lull and jerked his head over to her. "Excuse me?"

"Well…it's not like I had Aces up my sleeves or anything, but I can count cards. It's how I got all my chips at the blackjack table and kept winning at poker, since those girls did not know how to cover their cards. I couldn't do it when it was just you and me, since I couldn't see your hand. So I had to guess and do the math."

Kyouya just looked at the brunette for a moment with an odd blank expression and then all of the sudden busted out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Sayuri asked, not sure whether to be angry that he was possibly laughing at her or worried that he was laughing.

"I…can't believe…that I got hustled…into taking you out on a date….!" Kyouya said in between fits of laughter, holding his sides.

Sayuri narrowed her eyes a little at her and spun to face away from him, arm crossed securely. "I didn't hustle you into doing anything!" She defended, looking positively miffed.

"How did you ever learn such an underhanded commoner's talent?" Kyouya asked, calming down and fixing his glasses with a light chuckle.

Sayuri's head snapped over to him, and she uncrossed her arms and turned back to face him.

"For your information my mother taught me!" Sayuri snapped.

"And how did she ever learn such an underhanded commoner's talent?"

Sayuri glared and recrossed her arms. "From her parents. My mother's family owns casinos and gambling resorts around the world, so in order to catch people cheating, they learned how to cheat. It's also why my father taught me how to hack computers. 'The trick to finding those that cheat, is knowing the tricks so you know what you're looking for.' That's what my mother said." She explained.

Kyouya smirked a little and crossed his arms lightly over his chest. "Hm…not a bad idea."

"You're not angry?" Sayuri asked and Kyouya pushed up his glasses.

"There's no use in getting angry over it now. I can't fix or change it. Besides, it gives me a very good reason to hold it against you later."

"Oh joy…."

Kyouya smirked again, "Not going to protest?"

"I honestly couldn't stop you, so why try? Besides, I already blackmailed you, so it's only fair that you have something on me." Sayuri said in an off-handed manner.

Kyouya's smirk widened at the girls words. She's definitely an interesting girl, but perhaps that's a good thing. Her practicality and rationality makes her very easy to deal with.

Sayuri sighed and looked up at the sky. I wonder how everyone else is doing at this stupid thing? She thought to herself.

"Hooray! You won again Takashi!" Hunny cheered as the tallest host was handed another stuffed animal from the game vendor. After escaping from the handcuffed couple earlier, Hunny had decided that he wanted to play games so he, Mori, and Misaki had spilt from the original group in the direction of the games. Misaki had more or less been dragged by the smallest host who had latched on to her and Mori's hands and sprinted towards the flashing lights. She wasn't really complaining. She liked the tiny 3 year and his quiet cousin.

The sound of milk jugs scattering about echoed through the air as Misaki released another home run pitch at the display. "Yay! You won again too Misa-chan! You guys are so good at this!" Hunny exclaimed.

Indeed, in only the past few hours of playing they had stocked up a trash bag full of plushies. Some of the vendors had actually asked them to stop playing after a while, because they were winning too much. No one was supposed to win carnival games, let alone that many times!

"Thank you," Misaki said as the vendor be grudgingly handed her another stuffed animal.

"Wow, I wish I could win one of those." A little girl said as the tall black haired woman was handed a rather large panda.

She smiled at the excited child and kneeled down by her. "Why don't you have this one then?"

The girl's eyes looked confused and then got really big. "Really?" The girl asked curiously, as if trying to contain her excitement.

Misaki smiled sweetly and handed the bear out to her. The girl took it and burst into joy. "Thank you! I'm gonna go show my mommy!" She exclaimed, running off to show her mother what she had 'won.'

"That was really nice Misa-chan." The long haired brunette looked over her shoulder at the other 3rd years and smiled.

"Well, I figured we had enough and could spare one," She said standing. "Besides, I wouldn't do anything with it, and my little sister would just use it for target practice." She added as the trio started walking through the crowd again. Mori carrying the bag of plushies over his shoulder like a Santa sack.

"You have a sister Misa-chan?" Hunny asked curiously up at the taller girl. Misaki nodded.

"Yes, Tatsuki, she's a second year at the Illyrian middle school. She is very much a tomboy right now and very much into her training. She's determined to beat me in a fight one day." Misaki told them, a nostalgic smile on her face.

"Hehe, she sounds like my younger brother Chika-chan. Eh, Takashi." The stoic man grunted in conformation. "Takashi has a young brother too! His name is Satoshi! Sato-chan and Chika-chan are third years in middle school." Hunny explained. "Do you have any other siblings Misa-chan?" Hunny added. He was interested in finding out more about his new, quiet friend, who he knew little about personally even though she had been visiting the club with her friends on and off for about a month.

Misaki flinched a little at the question. "Yeah, I had an older brother. His name was Shin. He died though."

Hunny's face dropped instantly at the sad revelation. "Oh…I'm sorry Misa-chan, I shouldn't have asked." He said in apology.

"It's ok. You didn't know." She said gravely, trying to emotionally distance herself like she always did, but was snapped out of her attempt when a hand was placed on her shoulder. She paused and looked to her left, "Mori-senpai…?"

Mori didn't say anything in response, but gave her a look that said 'I'm so sorry, I'm here for you,' and perhaps something else, in those dark brown eyes. Misaki felt her heart almost stop, like the moment, at the look that was pressed on her.

"Takashi, I'm thirsty. Could you get me lemonade and another cotton candy please?" The moment was broken at the tiny boy's request. Mori pulled away his hand away, realizing that it had been there probably a little too long and looked away.

"Sure Mitsukuni," He said calmly.

"Thanks! Misa-chan and I will be over here on this bench 'kay!" Hunny said quickly, taking the big bag of plushies from Mori and pulling Misaki away in one quick move.

Mori blinked in a confused manner before walking off to the long line of concession stand buyers

The taller girl stumbled some at being un-expectantly pulled and a little mesmerized still by the frozen moment a few seconds ago. She plopped down on the wooden bench a little harder than comfortable as the tiny, smiling blonde sat her down next to him. "Was that really necessary?" Misaki asked rubbing her dark denim clad bum that had just smacked against the wooden bench frame.

"You like Takashi." Hunny stated and Misaki's head snapped over to the smiling blonde boy beside her.

"Uh…"

"It's okay, Takashi likes you too. This makes me so happy!" Hunny added happily which just made Misaki blink.

"Uh…why?" Misaki managed to spit out.

Hunny stopped smiling like a maniac and just like a normal person. "Because it means that maybe Takashi can happy."

Misaki arched a brow at the small boy, who got a sad smile on his face and looked down.

"I'm sure you know that the Morinozukas used to serve the Haninozukas up until a few years ago when we became a real family. Your family probably knows all there is to know about the Haninozukas, I know that we and Takashi's family know about the legendary Isuzu family." Misaki arched her brow for a moment for a different reason at this knowledge. Though the part about her family was true, she was not aware that others knew about her family. However the Haninozukas and Morinozukas were fighting families, like hers, so it made sense. "But did you know that our families have a tradition that when a Haninozuka woman announces that she's pregnant, a Morinozuka woman tries to get pregnant too so that her child can serve the Haninozuka child for the rest of their lives. It's why Takashi and I are in the same year and why Yasuchika and Satoshi are too*. Takashi and I have been together forever. And I love my cousin more than anyone in the whole world, but I don't want him to be with me forever. I want Takashi to have his own life, to be happy." Hunny looked over at Misaki now with a peaceful, smiling expression, "That's why I'm happy that you and Takashi like each other, because maybe Takashi can finally find some kind of happiness all his own."

Misaki looked at the blonde boy in front of her in awe. It was so easy to forget that he was in the same year as her and Mori. To think that he was just a middle school kid. Then he would do things like this and you'd have to realize that he was in fact an 18 year old man, who was smart and saw thing around him that others often missed.

"That's a lot of pressure Hunny-senpai." Misaki said, leaning her back against the back of the bench, fiddling with the silver swallow outline charm at the end of her necklace and finding her black sneakers very interesting.

Hunny giggled a little bit at the tall girl. "I'm not saying you have to get married! You don't even have to date. I'm just happy that Takashi found some body, other than me, who he can be close with."

Misaki stopped fidgeting with her charm and smiled slyly at the boy beside her. "You have everyone fooled with this little kid act don't 'ca."

Hunny giggled more and Misaki let herself chuckle a little with her small companion.

"Hey cutie, why don't 'ca ditch the kid and come hang out with some real men?"

Misaki and Hunny stopped laughing and looked up at the rough looking group of men that now stood in front of them.

"No thank you," Misaki said calmly in a forced civil tone.

"Aww…come on baby. Don't play hard to get." One of the men said, leaning forward.

"I'm not playing hard to get, and don't call me baby." Misaki snapped with serious frown. The man smirked evilly at Misaki, who glared at him with narrowed green eyes. "Why don't you just leave?" She suggested coldly. The man smirked more.

"Ok, if you insist, just as long as you come with us!" The man told her and reached out taking hold of Misaki's bicep. Misaki wished that she had left her zip up hoodie on, instead of throwing it in the plushie bag. Now she was regretting being only in a beater like tank top; at least is she had it on this clown wouldn't have been directly touching her.

"Let her go!" Hunny yelled, standing up to help his friend.

"Sit down shrimp! This has nothing to do with you." The man said, pulling Misaki closer as he pushed Hunny back down on to the bench.

"Takashi!" Hunny cried.

"Let me go now." Misaki said in a dangerous tone. A smart man would have and ran.

"Not you too, baby? What you don't like us?"

"She said let her go." The group of guys turned around to see a very tall, very deadly looking Takashi Morinozuka.

"And who are you her boyfriend?" One guy asked stupidly.

"Let her go before I make you." Mori said again calmly, but the calm tone sounded dangerous.

"Oh yeah!" The guy said and moved to punch Mori. The taller man easily dodged the clumsy oaf and landed a swift right hook into the man's gut. The man coughed up air and then fell to the ground unconscious. The group looked stunned at the mere seconds of a fight that had just happened. Before any of them had turned around the man holding Misaki had smashed into the bench that Hunny was once sitting on, now broken to the point of no repair.

"Keigo!" The other guys yelled, seeming their friend unconscious and twitching on the ground.

Misaki dusted off her hands and turned to stare at the other men. "Why don't you boys just leave? I'm not going to ask again." Her tone was calm yet, like Mori's, sounded deadly. And their blood ran cold. The remaining two shivered in feet and booked it far away from the menacing girl and her friends.

"Are you ok?" Mori asked, not really sure who he was asking that to more.

"I'm fine! Misa-chan are you ok?" Hunny asked, and the girl nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I feel the need to sanitize my arm though." Misaki joked a little, rubbing the back of her head.

Mori just looked at the ground defeated.

"Hey Takashi, where's my lemonade and cotton candy?" Hunny asked curiously.

The taller man looked up at the boy's voice and then over his shoulder where he had come from. On the ground lay a stick of pink fluff and a large plastic cup of lemonade, its contents bleeding on the ground.

"I dropped it." He answered, looking back to the two in front of him.

Hunny smiled. "That's ok! We can get another one! Let's all go this time 'kay!"

Mori nodded once and moved to pick up the large bag of plushies by the broken bench and unconscious man to follow the sprinting teenager through the crowd.

"Hey, Mori-senpai," The man in question looked over at the smiling long haired brunette beside him, "Thanks for trying to save me. No one's ever done that before. It was really…nice." Misaki said with a demure smile.

Mori's eyes widened a little and he blinked before looking away and regaining his stoic composure.

"Takashi." Misaki stopped following him for a second in confusion. "You said you'd rather call me by my real name." Mori told her. Misaki smiled, understanding, and then jogged a little to catch up to the slightly taller man.

"Ok….Takashi."

Reviews on this chapter would be wonderful though! Thanks, loves you guys!

*- I don't know if this is true, I just made it up, but it made sense to me. Hunny's birthday is in February, Mori's is in May, and with the whole 'master/servant' thing it seemed like a rational idea.