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"Ohaya Fuyumi-neesan"

"KYO-CHAN! What have you done?!"

Kyouya held the phone slightly away from his ear. The idea that his sister was an adopted Shou floated its way through his head again.

"I would have thought you would be happy for me nee-san." He kept his voice calm despite the fact that his stomach was twisting in a most un-Ootori-like way. He had banked on Fuyumi being his only ally within the family. Her contempt for Kamiko had been well masked but present.

He didn't need this shit right at this moment. He gripped the phone between his ear and his shoulder so that he could fumble for his cigarettes and lighter.

"How can I be happy for you?" her voice rose to a pitch that one might expect would be inaudible to human ears.

"Because I finally came to my senses."

"Bu-but I got an email from father saying that you had gone mad and I must talk some sense into you."

"You know how he likes to hyperbolise nee-san. The truth of the matter is that I have left Kamiko and am selling my shares in the company. That is all."

Fuyumi did a double take on the other side of the line. "Kyo-chan. Are you telling me the truth?"

"Absolutely one hundred percent."

"Is this because of Haru-chan?"

His stomach did another flip. "I am not prepared to say. Call you later nee-san, bye." He hung up before she could say anything else. The truth was that everything was about Haruhi. He had finally realised that a life as the head of the Ootori family was worth jack shit if she was not its matriarch beside him.

When happiness was the stake on one more throw of the dice, he proved to be a gambling man.

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"Kyo-chan," Huni mumbled around a mouthful of cake. "What can I do you for?"

"Huni, I need a favour."

"I don't trust when you say that Kyo-chan. You know that." He took another mouthful of cake "And neither does Usa-chan." He added as an afterthought.

Kyouya didn't care what Huni though the pink stuffed rabbit thought, but he wasn't going to say that.

"It's just a small favour. And I will send you to Pierre Hermé. Shopping spee." Oh please oh please, he ran his fingers through his hair again.

Huni made a squirming noise on the other side of the phone. He was torn between letting the shadow king have his way and giving up a shopping spree at the best pastry shop in Paris. "Okay, tell me what it is?" Apparently honey had made up his mind. Kyouya smiled a thin smile.

"Organise a dinner: You, me, Mori and Haruhi."

As much as Huni did not want to see Haruhi get hurt. And knew that Mori would castrate Kyouya if he did it again. He had, for some time, held his suspicions as to how the feelings of his two former club-mates lay. Who was he to get in the way of true love?