"Your father is asking for you, sir," said a voice at his door. Kyouya sighed inwardly, dreading the encounter. What was he going to say to his father? That the girl didn't like him as anything but a friend? He wasn't going to accept that.

He adjusted his glasses and stood, walking with a mask of confidence to his father's office. The door was open, and he paused in the doorway, looking at the back of his father's large office chair. He often forgot that he was the one who technically owned the company. Although, it didn't really matter that he was in charge, as he was still his father, and he was still head of the family. He was sure his father knew that it was he who had bought the company, but neither had acknowledged it and so it would also be unwise to say anything. Although it was times like this that he wished that he could just…

"Well what are you standing out there for? Come in."

"You asked for me, father?"

"What's your progress with the girl?" Kyouya hid his annoyance. Haruhi was a person, not a business project. He swallowed any and all emotion and responded in a monotone voice.

"She's not interested in me. She's currently romantically involved with someone else."

"Who?" Kyouya paused. They were walking on thin ice here. He knew that his father and Tamaki's father despised each other. What would he say?

"I don't know. I heard her talking about him," he responded. For all the he was a hopeless idiot, he was his friend. His best friend. Although, Kyouya wouldn't admit anything to anyone. His father spun around in his chair, surveying his son for any trace of a lie. But Kyouya had learned to control his emotions well, and his face was a carefully blank mask. His father, seemingly satisfied with his response, nodded.

"As I'm sure you know… there is a new transfer student. A girl also on scholarship, from America. Have you met her?"

"I have crossed paths with her. She is in the same class as some of my… acquaintances."

"Meaning your friends brought her to that little club of yours. Has she taken an interest in any of the students? Made friends and such?" Kyouya thought. He wasn't quite sure what his father was asking for. He decided lying was best.

"Not that I can see, but most students have taken an interest in her. A person dressed differently and coming from a different ethnic background causes a stir, as you can see."

"Since you failed so miserably trying to win over the other special student, I will be generous and give you another chance. If you can convince this girl to like you, perhaps… I will be satisfied." Kyouya looked up sharply. What did he mean by that? He couldn't mean…he couldn't. Could he?

"Senpai, are you going to make it a habit of calling me every night?"

"Why not? Isn't that what we're supposed to do?" Haruhi sighed. She wasn't in the mood for his ridiculous need to follow every single romance rule that had ever existed.

"Senpai, it's not required."

"But I want to hear your beautiful melodic voice every day!" he whined.

"You saw me earlier today. Next time, bring a tape-recorder and you can play it at night," she said, annoyed. She rolled her eyes then, practically seeing his puppy-dog face. "Is there anything you actually wanted?"

"Not really…" She was about to snap at him, then sighed. She had a report due the next day, and had gone home as quickly as possible. She felt a bit guilty about leaving Tamaki at school, and not telling him she was leaving, but… she sighed again. She knew that she always gave in to him in the end anyway.

"Well, you're the one paying for all these phone-calls. I don't really have enough money for it."

"Of course!" he cried happily. She refrained from groaning and let him chatter in her ear fro a while. Then, something he said caught her attention.

"What about Friday?" she asked, dread creeping out from the shadows.

"I said how does Friday sound?"

"For…"

"A date, Haruhi." She could hear that smile in his voice, the gentle, humoring one. It didn't help her flipping stomach any at all.

"Uh…"

"Great! Pick you up at eight?"

"Um…"

"Wonderful! See you tomorrow my love!" the phone clicked and her next 'uh' met silence. She slowly put the phone down, then let her head fall forward onto her textbook with a groan.

"Wonderful my foot," she mumbled.

(A/N: A date? Hmm… Sry it's so short. I was going to make the date later, as I had other plot points planned, but I decided to stretch it out. AngelSakura was pleading for mushy stuff, so… Hope you liked the chapter. As always, pleads for reviews)