Hanami dumped her final box in the middle of Kyouya's front hallway with such an angry force that the box ripped a little down the corner. 'Of COURSE Kyouya wouldn't life a finger to help me, even though this is HIS idea and HE is forcing me to do this. HOW HEARTLESS, THE BASTARD.' Hanami thought vehemently, turned away from Kyouya.

"Yes, my room, please." Kyouya spoke to a maid behind Hanami's back.

'I can't believe I had to lug ALL of that in here!' Hanami fumed. Suddenly, she stood straight, her ears picking up something more infuriating.

"WHAT?" Hanami shouted. "YOUR ROOM? And WHY would I want to move THERE?" And to think! I almost thought that I was developing a crush on him! YEAH FREAKING RIGHT! Hanami was so angry that she was almost leaking evilness. Hanami pulled a maid aside and asked if she could move her things to a guest room.

"Of course!" the maid replied. "Our guest rooms, though rarely used, are spacious and carefully maintained!" She scurried off to get the other servants to help Hanami move her things.

"Carefully maintained, huh?" Hanami shot a glare at Kyouya. "Why should I live in YOUR room if the guest rooms are carefully maintained?"

Kyouya didn't answer and turned away, his mind running furiously to find one. Finally, "the guest rooms are all on the other wing of the house. It's safer if you're closer to me."

"I doubt I'll get killed in your home if I'm not right beside you." Hanami said icily, and turned to go in the same direction of the maid.

'But it feels like you will.' Kyouya's mind thought all on its own. "What?" He rolled his eyes up, as if to look inside his mind. "I'm losing it." He sighed, standing alone in the hallway as servants moved around him.

The next morning found Kyouya, Hanami, and Kyouya's personal bodyguards all alone in the house, as all servants had received the morning and afternoon off (their first holiday in 10 years, Hanami suspected grimly).

Kyouya, as usual, woke up in his room grumpily, and wondered why Tachibana hadn't come down to escort him to the dining room. Kyouya found the weather warm and took off the top half of his pajamas and searched for his house slippers blearily. He followed to sound of voices to his kitchen, where Hanami stood behind the cooking island with a spatula in hand. His three bodyguards sat on the other end, talking eagerly with Hanami.

"Morning, sleepyhead." Hanami said sarcastically, brandishing her spatula. "Tamaki told me about your morning habits. You blow up at me and you're not getting any omurice."

"Wha-." He was still too tired/grumpy/low-blood-pressured to speak properly, but the warm scent of omurice as slowly waking him up. "Wait…Why are you cooking…? That's the cook's job…" he yawned. "A person as high up as you shouldn't be cooking…" And Kyouya grabbed a chair between Hotta and Tachibana and dropped his head on his plate.

"Master Kyouya!" His bodyguards leapt to action, trying to ease their master to a sitting position.

Grinning, Hanami lifted a piping-hot omelet from the pan she was cooking in and let it hover dangerously over Kyouya's head.

His bodyguards froze and stared nervously at the trembling omelet, then nervously down at Kyouya.

"Don't even think about it." He said, and lifted his head off the plate, where Hanami put the omelet.

"You spoil all of my fun. Although I do like the huge TV in Fuyumi-san's room. The circular bed is pretty cool, too. It's a nice place you've got here." Hanami said, passing a fork to Kyouya (as chopsticks were not ideal for eating omurice.) As Kyouya grasped the fork, his fingers lightly grazed Hanami's, whether his hand did it on purpose or not, he didn't know. Their eyes met and Hanami saw a spark in Kyouya's eyes…And quickly released the spoon.

"Uh… I'm gonna go change now." Hanami made a quick exit.

All three of Kyouya's bodyguards stood stiffly behind him, while exchanging secret, encouraging glances. Was it true? Was their young master really falling…

"If you think I'm in love with her, you're mistaken."

The three swallowed and diverted their eyes as Kyouya stabbed the omelet with his fork and ate with angry conviction.

A dead-silent car ride spoiled Kyouya's mood for the rest of the school day, much to the concern of the other hosts (except Hanami, who was enjoying his anger). In fact, Hanami was more lively than usual and played up the charm while Kyouya sulked behind his desk, calculating the club's expenses.

"Hey, Haruhi, how's life with Tamaki-senpai? He's not bothering you too much, is he?" Hanami asked her cousin, who glared back.

Tamaki leaned in the two girl's direction to try to hear Haruhi better.

"I feel violated," was all Haruhi said. "He's annoying."

Tamaki collapsed. And, for the first time ever, Kyouya didn't try to jolt him out of it.

"Daichi-kun, is Kyouya-senpai all right?" a concerned customer asked Hanami. Hanami glanced over at Kyouya and was actually surprised to see him in such a dark state, even though she had seen it before. She wondered what caused Kyouya's angst.

"I suppose so. He was somewhat alright this morning, at breakfast."

Several alert ears, including Renge, suddenly swarmed to Hanami.

"Daichi-kun… What do you mean by breakfast? How is it that you eat breakfast with Kyouya-sama?" some avid Kyouya fans squealed.

"Uh…" Hanami saw no way out of it, so she told the truth. "I live with him?" THEN she lied, to cover up her reason why. "Kyouya-senpai extended his home to me because my apartment building wasn't in a good area, and I can't build a mansion close enough to the school in time for me to move in."

The extremist Kyouya fans fainted with jealousy. The "forbidden love" fans fainted with fantasies. Only Renge, who had the stomach for such things, let out a blood-curdling scream. "COULD THIS BE? ANOTHER FORBIDDEN LOVE IN THE HOST CLUB? WHAT GOES ON BEHIND CLOSED DOORS AT THE OOTORI HOME? MOE! IT CAN ONLY BE MOE!"

Hanami's mind instantly saw future Ouran fanmagazines with pictures of Kyouya and "Daichi" closely together, doing various forbidden things…Things that surpassed friendship. 'If only "Daichi" was "Hanami.."' She thought gloomily, then wondered why she thought that.

"Renge…" Kyouya's smooth voice sounded mildly amused. "Try not to spread too many false rumors." He said with a small smile. Even though he appeared slightly irritated, Kyouya was secretly pleased that Hanami had admitted their life together. Even if it was because she accidentally let it slip.

"Kyouya-kun?" a female voice passed through the front door of the music room. It was Yuzuru Suoh's secretary, as well as the school's secretary. "Suoh-san would like to see you."

"Eh?" Tamaki was always surprised when his father called Kyouya. In the end, Kyouya DID jolt him out of unconsciousness after all.

"Alright. I'm coming." Kyouya grabbed his folder and left.

There were a few, horrid seconds of silence in the music room, because it was rare that the superintendent called a host member in (apart from the monthly financial meeting that Kyouya attended.)

"Hmm. Must be nothing serious. Come on, ladies, let's not get hung up on Kyouya-senpai!" Hanami tried to divert their attention, to great success (as she began to get cross-examined on her life with Kyouya.

Suoh's secretary opened the door and ushered Kyouya into the superintendent's room, following right behind him. Kyouya saw that the superintendent looked rather unnerved, and was immediately suspicious. Then, one of the huge business chairs swiveled around to face Kyouya.

A middle-aged white man with a sly, haughty disposition gazed up at Kyouya bemusedly, a wicked smile slowly appearing on his face.

"Hello, Kyouya Ootori. I believe we haven't met; I am Richard Price of Pineapple Computations. Won't you have a seat?"

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Please review, and I'll be back soon with more! Disclaimers as usual.