Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC.
Author's Notes: Just so you know, the votes do not determine the ending. I already have that in my head. The votes are simply a popularity contest. Keep those reviews coming!
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The Host Club had become quite tense since the incident. Haruhi and Kyouya refused to talk to one another, as did Kyouya and Tamaki. After a week, Renge stepped in.
"This is completely ridiculous! Drama is all well and good, but it's starting to scare off our customers!" She ranted.
"It's not our fault..." Tamaki shot a glare to Kyouya, who was typing furiously at his computer. He hadn't said a word to anyone since Mori talked to him.
"It doesn't matter. Tamaki's fawning over Haruhi brings them back and Haruhi is our main attraction right now." Kyouya finally spoke up. "Now if you excuse me, I have a meeting to attend." He shut his computer down and swiftly walked from the room.
"Kyouya! Get back here!" Renge chased after him.
Haruhi sighed. As much as he was being a jerk, she still couldn't help to feel sorry for the Ootori boy. Her feelings of pity were replaced by nausea as she vomited into a trash can placed conviently near her. This morning sickness crap was starting to wear on her.
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When she returned home, her father was in quite high spirits.
"Haruhi! There you are! I need to show you what I bought!"
He pulled out a few dresses especially made for maternity. Haruhi stepped back, blinded by the brightness of the pink.
"Dad...do you really think I would wear these?"
"Oh please, Haruhi, you'd look so cute?" His eyes begged her. "I found so many beautiful things for you once that tummy starts to come in!"
"Dad..." She simply sighed.
"Oh and while you were out, Kyouya-chan called."
She turned.
"Kyouya-sempai? What did he want?"
"He said he wanted to take you out tonight and talk to you." He gasped. "Oh Haruhi, does this mean Kyouya-chan's the daddy!? Oh, what a good choice, he's so handsome and smart!" He snuggled his daughter much like Tamaki.
"Dad, stop it!" She felt a migrane coming on. What did he want with her, besides to talk her out of having the baby?
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The car rolled up and Haruhi sighed. She hadn't been taken out on a date since Hikaru and we all know how well that one went. She wondered if the black turtleneck and jeans was too underdressed.
With a deep breath, she walked down the steps from her apartment, looking at him. He was leaning against his car, dressed semi-casually. They looked at one another, not saying anything.
"Have a good time! I'd tell you not to get knocked up, but it's a little too late for that!" Ranka screamed out the door to his daughter, who cringed sharply. She swore the whole neighborhood heard that.
"Can we just get out of here?" She asked him, who nodded, embarrassed for her.
The car ride was silent as the night around them. Neither would look at one another, their minds in complete overtime.
"So what did you want to talk about?" She finally asked.
"Hmm?"
"Dad said you wanted to ttalk to me about something. If you're going to try and talk me out of the baby again, I will stop the car and walk home right now." Her voice had a harsh tone to it.
"No...Is it a crime to simply wish to take you out?"
She narrowed her eyes. "After last week, it requires a full scale investigation."
"Hmmp. I suppose I deserve that."
'You deserve so much more than that, you bastard...' Haruhi thought in her head.
The car pulled up in front of the hospital.
"What are we doing here?"
"You'll see."
As they walked to the front, Kyouya moved over to talk to the nurse. They chatted for a minute and then two nurses pulled Haruhi down the hall to a room. The room was huge, traditional japanese with a large bed, covered in incredibly soft sheets. All the medical equipment was there, but there was also small waterfalls in the corners and plants around.
"Kyouya-sempai..."
"6 months from now, this is your birthing room." There was a computer in the corner and he leaned over it, typing in a few things. "And you have an account strictly set up for the baby that you can access after it is born. All of the proceeds, well, most of them, came from a combination of that stupid contest Renge is having and from us, namely the Host Club."
She was in complete shock.
"But why are you doing this? You don't want me to have the baby anyway. What do you gain from this?"
"The chance..." He smiled that soft rarely seen smile. "Of redemption."
Haruhi simply looked at the dark haired boy. He didn't look cold. He still looked like the cocky bastard he was, but she knew he really wanted to try.
