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Date Posted: 3/30/2019

Trigger Warnings: Language

The Learning Curve - Chapter 25: Kyoya's Romantic?

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Monday Morning:

"Haruhi! Haruhi! Ride with us!"

Great. Haven't I told these Rich Bastards hundreds of times I don't like them bringing their limos into my neighborhood? I can't stand the attention. It's ridiculous.

"Go away. I don't need a ride. You're supposed to call first before coming over. Don't you remember?"

"But Haruhi! We never get to spend time with you anymore."

"Hikaru, Kaoru, you are in every one of my classes, we eat lunch together, and see each other in Host Club."

"Not every day."

"Would you two just go to school. I'm not in the mood for this today."

"But Haruhi…"

"Hikaru, you are regressing. This is the way you all acted last year." His smile fell. I didn't want to hurt him like that, but what else can I do? Their heads are as thick and concrete walls.

"Sorry, Haruhi."

"Yeah, me too."

"It's fine. Go to school."

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Haruhi kept walking as we drove off. "That went well."

"Shut up."

"As much as we want to, we can't force her to spend time with us. We went through all that shit last year because we did."

"I know. FUCK! I can't get want Kasanoda told us out of my head. Tamaki-senpai said he saw them doing something they shouldn't be until they're married. What was it?"

"Calm down, Hika. Have you seen what the Boss does with Renge? Just little kisses and holding her hand and his arms around her. That's it. He has such a grandiose romantic attitude."

"I know, but this is Kyoya-senpai we're talking about. I've heard rumors. I told you what I saw in their 'love nest'. He's got to be pushing her."

"She just turned us down for a ride to school. I'm sure she can turn him down for sex."

"We need to change the subject before I put my fist through a window."

"Yeah."

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Monday Lunch:

"Kyoya! Look at this."

Haruhi handed me a binder, and I looked at the title. It's her group project with Renge and Momoka.

"Our group beat your group's grade!"

"Yes, you did. Does it matter than I had an idiot in my group?"

"Kyoya! How dare you! I worked hard on that project last year."

"Sure, Tamaki," I said as I mentally rolled my eyes. Yes, he did good work, but it would have taken half the time if it hadn't been for some of his crazy ideas and his overly exuberant attitude.

"Congratulations, darling Renge-chan. I know you worked hard on it. There were way too many times we couldn't be together because of your dedication."

"Oh, Tamaki-kun, you're so sweet." She sat down beside him, and he squeezed her hand.

Yuck. Sugar coated love. I'm so glad Haruhi isn't like that.

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"There they are. Can you tell them apart?"

"Yes, the one on the left is Kaoru."

"How do you know?"

"I'm really not sure, but I do. There's something about them that's different. It's hard to quantify, but I know I'm right."

"Thanks, Watanabe. You've seen way more of Kaoru then I have of Hikaru because he was sick last year."

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I looked up to see our dates from the yacht walking up to our table. "Kaoru, can we sit with you?"

Is it just a lucky guess she called me by the right name?

"Sure, Watanabe, Ito. It would be our pleasure."

The four of us had a great time on the yacht. We were all curled up watching that movie. Watanabe fell asleep using my thigh as a pillow. I ended up carrying her to their room. Ito took it from there.

"Hikaru, are you still doing that internship with your father's company?"

"Yes, it's exciting. We've been…"

My mind focused on Watanabe. "I wanted to thank you again for a wonderful weekend. I had a great time, Kaoru."

"My pleasure, princess."

"I enjoyed the movie. Maybe we could go see one at a theater sometime?"

Did she just ask me on a date? Did she mean a double date? Did she mean as friends?

"Sure. We could do that." Now what?

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We were walking back to our class. I can't take it anymore. "Kyoya? What were you thinking, corrupting Haruhi that way?"

"Tamaki, what are you talking about?"

"Saturday morning on the yacht. How dare you!"

"Keep your voice down." Kyoya looked around. Right now, I don't care if I'm making a scene. He shouldn't have been doing that.

"You molested my dearest friend."

"Shut up," he hissed and pulled me into an empty classroom. "You'll ruin her reputation if you keep that up."

"But, Kyoya…"

"Haruhi and I are dating. That means we get physical sometimes. We should have locked the door."

"What you were doing should wait for marriage."

"Just because you and Renge might not be doing that yet doesn't mean Haruhi and I can't. We're teenagers with hormones, Tamaki. There's nothing wrong with that."

"But, Kyoya…"

"We're done. I'm not having this conversation with you. You are not her father. You are not her guardian. You are not the person that makes her choices. She is. I'm telling you to back off."

"But, Kyoya…" He walked out the door and slammed it.

I should talk to Haruhi.

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Monday Host Club:

"Honey-senpai, I can't stop thinking about the amazing time we had on the yacht this past weekend. It was perfect."

"Yes, it was, Cho-chan." She and Takashi's date from the yacht, Keiko, were sharing cake with us.

"How was your first day of university classes?"

"Takashi and I only had one class together, English. It went well. We have an advantage 'cause we were in American last semester. It helped a lot, even if some spoken English in American isn't really correct," I laughed. Some of the slang we heard was crazy.

"After English, I had an advanced math class, Differential Equations. I'll have to take a ton of math to become an architect."

"What about you, Mori-senpai?" Keiko-chan asked.

"After English, I had Marketing and then Business Accounting. Interesting."

"Sounds like it will keep you busy. Don't you and Satoshi-kun have a kendo competition soon?"

"Yes. Not this coming weekend, but the next."

I watched Keiko-chan try to draw out Takashi. He's gotten quieter over the last month, as Kyo-chan has been more attentive to Haru-chan. I feel sorry for Keiko-chan. She's obviously interested, but Haru-chan has Takashi's heart.

"Honey-senpai? Are you OK?"

I looked back at Cho-chan and realized I'd been ignoring her. Oops. "I'm fine, Cho-chan. I'm sorry my mind wandered. Would you like another piece of cake?"

"I think I've had enough sweets for now. How about another cup of tea?"

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"Kasanoda-san."

"Shinobu-san. Never a pleasure."

"Jerk."

I smirked at her, "You need new material."

"Didn't think you were smart enough to recognize repetition."

"Ha. Ha." I can't stand this chick, but Pops insists. "I'll pick you up tomorrow night at seven."

"For what?"

Must have surprised her, she didn't have a comeback for that one. "Dinner and a movie."

"I'm going to br…"

I cut her off. "No. You can not bring the damn dog. This is just us."

"Well, shit, Kasanoda-san. Be careful or I'll think you like me."

"That would be a cold day in hell."

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"Kaoru, you must miss Hikaru terribly when he's at his internship."

Yes, I do. It's hurting less, our being apart. He was gone so long last year and then was fragile when he came back. He leaned on me almost too much then and has been slightly pulling away lately. But I can't tell them that.

"I do, but he's gaining valuable experience, and we're both learning how to be apart. It's good for us."

"That's a healthy attitude," Ito said. "I've known you both since middle school and never saw you apart. I'm glad to see you grow into your own personalities."

She and Watanabe were sitting with me and several other girls. I always had a crowd when Hika was gone. They didn't want me getting lonely. I wasn't near as much as last year.

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"Kyoya-senpai, is everything ready for Wednesday's cosplay," Renge asked.

I didn't stop typing as I answered, "Yes. The twins are putting the final touches on the costumes and the decorations and food have been ordered. I handed it off to Satoshi-kun. He's managing this week's cosplay."

"Oh. I'll go check with him."

It's a good thing Satoshi is responsible. I've been dumping more and more Host Club logistics on him lately. He's the next most responsible person here, except for Haruhi. I can't ask her to do anything. I need her to spend her time with me. Plus, she's not here every day.

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Some days are harder than others here. After having to be a Host all weekend, it's difficult to be 'on' today. I just want to be left alone and be grumpy, but noooo…Satoshi made me join this stupid club. We should be able to take days off when we feel like it.

I'm being dragged kicking and screaming, but I'm slowly coming to understand Mitsukuni's challenge balancing his cute personality with the heavy responsibilities of being heir. If this is hard for me, that must be even harder for him.

"Satoshi, don't you have a kendo competition coming up?"

"Yes. Takashi and I have one next weekend."

"Oh, we should all come and cheer you both on!"

"But princess, who would you cheer for during the finals when Takashi and I face each other?"

"You, of course, Satoshi," she said, fluttering her eyelashes.

At least Satoshi is having fun today.

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After I escorted my last chick out, I headed for Tamaki-senpai. We need to talk.

"Kasanoda, what can I do for you?"

"May we talk in private, Senpai?"

"Of course."

After walking in to the kitchen, I closed the door and locked it. "What did you see Kyoya-senpai and Haruhi doing Saturday morning on the yacht?"

"Excuse me?"

"Saturday morning, Senpai. I know you saw something, and I need to know what."

"I'm not sure that is any of your business."

"I'm making it my business."

"You just want to daydream about Haruhi, you pervert!"

I took a deep breath and told myself hitting him wasn't the answer. "Tamaki-senpai, I want to look out for her. She's my friend. If she's doing something she's not ready for, I want to help."

"She seemed to be a willing participant."

"You're not worried?"

"It's not something I would do with Renge-chan until we're married."

"Were they having sex?"

I watched as his face, neck, and ears all flushed bright red. "WHAT! NO! They weren't doing that!"

OK, that answers my question. No way is he lying.

"If not that, then what? It can't be that bad?"

He looked down at the ground and mumbled, "It really isn't your business. It isn't mine either."

"But you still spoke with Kyoya-senpai?"

His eyes darted up to mine, "How did you know?"

"You just told me, Senpai."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. Can we drop it?"

"You sure she wasn't being pushed?"

"Yes."

"OK."

I'll try to get Haruhi to tell me, or at least reassure me that she's not being forced into anything.

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In the Library:

I finally found her on the third floor. "Haruhi? Are you ready?"

Her head jerked up in surprise. "Mori-senpai! Don't startle me like that. I didn't hear you coming."

"I'd be surprised if you'd hear a herd of elephants coming, you're so buried in your papers."

She hit me with that smile and my knees turned to jelly. She's spending time with me tonight, not Kyoya.

"You're right. I'm finding the marketing plans for Petto Chinmi [her pet food company] fascinating. Apparently, marketing is much more complex than I'd imagined. I found a couple text books, but…"

"Don't worry. I'm taking Marketing this semester, remember? I can help."

"Thanks, Mori-senpai."

I watched her gather her books and papers, then we walked out to my car. "Thanks again for driving me home."

"It was logical, since I was coming over to discuss my seat on your BOD."

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"Jarou-san, I'm home."

"Dinner will be ready in about an hour. Mori-kun, I'm so glad you could join us."

"Thank you, Jarou-san."

Mori-senpai turned to me and I led him into the living room. "Make yourself comfortable, Senpai. I'm going to change clothes and make us some tea. I'll be right back."

Jarou-san caught me before I went into the kitchen, "I'll make the tea. You go change and get back to your guest."

"Thank you."

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I'm not sure why Ranka doesn't want to depend on her more. He raised her. At what point does she start taking care of him?

I must bide my time and be pleasant.

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She amazes me. She always amazes me. Sixteen and never taken a business class. Wasn't raised learning how to run a business. Wasn't expected to be a dynasty heir. But she has learned so much about her company, what needs to be done, and her role in it.

She showed me the Board Member contract and we went through it. Standard language, nothing concerning. I signed it and was now a member of the Petto Chinmi BOD. First scheduled meeting, next week. She also presented me with my letterhead and business cards along with a leather card holder embossed with the company logo.

She's learned a lot in such a short amount of time.

Next, we reviewed the company marketing plan. She brings a commoner's perspective and new ideas. There are many ways I can help, but knowing her, the best way is to teach her rather than do something for her.

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Later that night, Kyoya calls Haruhi:

Haruhi: "Kyo? You're calling late."

Kyoya: "It's not late for me."

Haruhi: "Guess not for me either. I'm still up studying. What did you need?"

Kyoya: "Need? I needed to talk to my girlfriend. We didn't get any alone time today." She spent time with Mori-senpai. I can't wait to make my ownership announcement.

Haruhi: "I know. It couldn't be helped. Today was the best to schedule Mori-senpai's and my meeting about the BOD."

Kyoya: "How did it go?"

Haruhi: "Fine. He signed and is now an official member of my Board."

Kyoya: "Good."

Haruhi: "Was that what you called about?"

Kyoya: "No. I wanted to talk. We've been so close lately, I'm missing it."

Haruhi: "Me too. What do you want to talk about?"

Kyoya: "How about books? What's the best book you've read this last year and why?"

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I don't know if I can sleep tonight. I was tired, but Kyoya's call chased that away. We talked for hours. We discussed books, plots, authors, movies based on books, and anything else book related we could think of.

We have more in common than I ever thought we had. We both enjoy classic books and murder mysteries. They have to be good mysteries. Ones where the reader can figure it out from the clues. Not something that leaves out important information and witness statements. One author we enjoy in common is Agatha Christie. I've only read them in Japanese, but he's read them in English, of course.

There's something different about him. In the past month, he's become more relaxed with me. Like he's let his guard down. I wish it had happened sooner. We've been dating for a year. Maybe it was me being outed as a girl? Who knows? All I care about is we are getting closer. Learning more important things about each other.

It's strange we started dating without me knowing what his favorite books are, but that's Kyoya. Lowering his guard is difficult. He's used to people trying to take advantage of him. Took him long enough to realize I'd never do that.

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Tuesday Morning:

"Good morning, Haruhi."

Kaoru and I put an arm around her from each side and looked over her shoulders into her locker. "What's that?"

"Chocolate covered strawberries."

"Who from?" Must be Kyoya-senpai. He's been giving her more gifts lately.

"No card, but I assume from Kyoya."

She bit down on one and the juice dripped down her chin. Will she ever stop driving me insane? The images that brings up…

Kaoru blurted out, "Should you be eating those if you don't know where they came from?"

"They're from Kyoya. And they are yummy."

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Lunch:

"Thanks for the strawberries, Kyoya," Haruhi said as she sat down next to me.

"What?"

"The chocolate covered strawberries in my locker this morning. Thanks! I'd offer you one, but I couldn't stop myself. I ate them all."

What the hell is she talking about? "Haruhi, I didn't give you any strawberries."

That got everyone's attention. I surveyed the group, "Did any of you give them to her?"

Choruses of 'no' and shaking heads responded.

"Well then, who did?" she asked.

"That's what I want to know. Do you still have the packaging?"

"Yes. The box was pretty. I was going to use it at home to hold pens."

She handed over a wood box lined with a plastic tray inside. Once the strawberries were gone, the tray would be removed, and the box reused. "This was expensive."

"I know. The strawberries were almost too pretty to eat. Almost." She smiled. Why isn't she worried?

"But you don't know who gave them to you?"

"If it wasn't you, I have no idea." She stared at my face, "You look worried. Should I be?"

"I don't think so. Probably one of your designees."

"OK. They were sure yummy."

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I don't like that at all. I'm sure Kyoya-senpai wanted to get them tested to see if they were drugged. With my yakuza background, it was the first thing that jumped into my mind. Maybe he can get the plastic tray tested.

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"How wonderful! Haruhi-kun has a secret admirer."

"Yes, but Renge-chan, she's dating Kyoya."

"But no one knows that Tamaki-kun."

"Oh, right."

"Relax you guys. I'm sure it's nothing. They were sure good though."

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While we were eating, several guests of the Host Club came over with their lunch money. It's Tuesday, the day we bring our lunches from home.

"Yasuchika-kun, the three of us brought our lunch from home and wanted to give you our lunch money. I think it's great what the Host Club is doing."

"Thank you, princess. This will be put to good use. The charity today donates time and resources to cleaning up parks in poverty-stricken areas. This will buy them new supplies and equipment."

"It's amazing that what seems so little to us can make such a difference."

"Yes, it is. There are so many needs out there. The Host Club is honored to be helping some of them."

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That afternoon at Hikaru's Internship:

"Hikaru, I wanted you to meet Yuki."

At Dad's voice, I turned to see a guy about three years older than me. I'd seen him around. He's an intern in the Educational Games Division. "Nice to meet you," I bowed. I'm the boss's son. Got to be extra polite.

"Yuki is interning here and going to university on one of our 'Living Dreams' scholarships. I was telling him about your visit and that you were interested in hearing more about his experience."

"Thanks, Dad." I looked over at Yuki, "I think 'Living Dreams' is doing great work and am interested in hearing more."

We went to my division's breakroom and he told me all about his childhood. His parents died in a house fire when he was eight. Because he had no living relatives, he ended up in an orphanage.

"Bet that was real shitty."

"Yeah, it was. My parents gone and in a new place with strangers. It sucked."

He got into a ton of trouble and wouldn't behave. It was around that time that 'Living Dreams' came to his orphanage and started the computer education program sponsored by our company. Once he discovered coding, he was hooked.

"I was at the computer all the time. I created several games, simple ones like mazes and three-card monty. I was only nine. I was so addicted, I wrote code longhand when I couldn't be at the computer."

"Damn. That's crazy."

"I know, right?"

His instructor gave him the application for the internship, and he started when he was a first-year in high school. Once he graduated, he went to university on a scholarship.

"This company changed my life. When I think about where I could have ended up…Doesn't matter. I'm here now." He smiled and took another gulp of his Ponta. "I've even got a job offer here for after I graduate."

"That's great!"

"Yeah. I owe your Father a lot."

"I'm sure he just wants you to do your best and keep learning."

"Thanks."

After he left, I sat there thinking for a while. Our family's company changed his life…changed it. Damn. I'm definitely proud of the Hitachiin name today.

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At Petto Chinmi Offices:

"With Morinozuka-sama's addition to the Board, it is now full again. Congratulations, Fujioka-sama."

She's doing much better as she learns more. I can see her confidence growing. Her detailed observational skills are focused on our current business plan. She wanted to go over some ideas.

"Thank you, Tanaki-san. It's a relief that we can move forward now with a full Board."

She pulled out a thick stack of papers. "I have several questions regarding the business plan, along with some suggestions I'd like your opinion on."

Driven. That's her in one word. Driven. I'm excited I took this job.

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That night at the movie theater:

"I got tickets for that new horror film."

"I don't want to see that."

"Why not?"

"Because you picked it."

Shit. This Chick! "What do you want to see?"

"That romance movie."

"Now you're just trying to piss me off, Shinobu-san. You don't really want to see that shit, do you?"

"If it pisses you off, why not?"

"Bitch," I mumbled under my breath. I'm not watching that movie.

"What about that comedy?"

"That's an action movie, dumbass."

"It's about yakuza. You going to tell me they got it right? I bet it's so fucked up, it's hysterical."

"You're on. I want popcorn."

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Later at the Restaurant:

"And the way he held his gun…Pops would kill be if I tried that showing off shit."

"Yeah. Good way to get yourself shot. Aim is for shit holding it sideways."

"None of the muscle was believable. Where do these idiots get their ideas? All they have to do is read a newspaper and they'd be more accurate."

I can not fucking believe I enjoyed watching that movie with her and now tearing it apart while waiting for our dinners.

"And the women! Why is it that all yakuza women are depicted as whores and playthings?"

"Not sure, but that really pisses me off. We don't treat our women like that. They have our respect. It's one of the reasons we're so strong."

"Yeah. I'd kill anyone in our Syndicate that assaulted a woman. That shit don't fly."

Well, something else we can agree with. Will wonders never cease.

"At least this is better than BBQ," she said as our sushi arrived.

"I decided traditional food. It's my favorite."

"Mine too."

We ate in silence for a while. She's not too bad tonight – did she drug the food?

"Hey, Kasanoda-san?"

"Yeah."

"Tonight wasn't a complete clusterfuck."

"Damn, stop the complements. I'm blushing."

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And at Haruhi's Apartment:

Now that Dad and Jarou are finally gone, I can start studying. Physics is getting harder again with the new concepts.

Knock Knock

I recognized a Morinozuka security officer through the peephole. Opening the door, I asked, "Can I help you?"

"Fujioka-sama?" I hate that title. San is fine.

"Yes."

"Takashi-sama asked me to deliver this." He held out a box wrapped in silver paper with a big royal blue bow. I guess I'll take it. Mori-senpai doesn't do over-the-top gifts.

"Thank you. Please tell Mori-senpai thank you as well."

"Good evening, Fujioka-sama."

"Good evening."

I shut and locked the door. Taking the box back to my study table, I opened the lid. Mori-senpai knows me so well. In it was a Marketing text book, several Marketing journals, and a note.

Haruhi,

I know you don't like gifts, but these are educational. The enclosed text is what we are using in my university class. It's a good introduction. The journals were picked for some of the articles. They apply to your current issues.

See you tomorrow at Host Club.

Takashi

I've got even more studying to do now.

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Wednesday Host Club:

"Welcome!"

As the swirls of rose petals settled, some of the girls recognized the costumes and few others were puzzled. How can some of these chicks not have seen Star Wars?

Even in costume with a full helmet, Shinobu-san recognized me. "Hey, Kasanoda-san. You sure you're evil enough to be Boba Fett? I think of you more as Chewy."

"If I had my blaster with me, you'd be missing an arm, Shinobu-san."

"Just an arm. Your aim must suck."

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"Tamaki-senpai, you're dashing as Luke Skywalker."

"Thank you, princess. I'd save you anytime."

Ugg. He's so…much sometimes. It's a good thing his new personality is coming out. I worked so hard on that.

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Finally, I have an excuse to host with Haruhi. Playing Han Solo to her Princess Leia was a brilliant idea. Her designees wouldn't dare hit on her with the Shadow King sitting with her.

"Hey, Han. Shouldn't you be sitting with Chewy?"

Maybe I spoke too soon. "If Chewy is lonely, I'm sure you could go sit with him," I smirked. That shut him up.

Haruhi's male designees were also hitting on my female designees. I tried to run interference. Weren't there any gentlemen in this school?

"More tea?" Haruhi asked. She's wearing that white dress and the buns on the sides of her head. Hikaru wanted to put her in the metal bikini, but she shot him down hard on that one.

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Mitsukuni and I make an odd pair.

"Oh, Honey-senpai. You are so cute as an Ewok. I could just hug you and pet you all day."

"That's what I'm here for! To make you ladies happy."

Ewok is the perfect character for him. I thought they might have tried Yoda or R2D2. Neither of those were 'cute' enough for him.

"Mori-senpai, you are so scary. You even have the breathing sound."

"Thank you, princess."

"And the voice!"

Yes, I'm Darth Vader. The breathing is a recording and the voice is going through a modulator. This character allows me to be quiet and observe. Kaoru, as Obi-Wan, and I will have a lightsaber fight later, but I don't have to talk then either.

"Let's have another cake! They are shaped like trees today!"

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Fucking Chewy. Chewbacca. Really? Doesn't really play into the brotherly love theme.

"Oh, Hikaru, you are so soft."

Ok – that I can live with. Ito-san was sitting next to me today and could not stop petting my arm. Is it wrong I'm getting turned on a little? She's not Haruhi.

I look over at our Princess Leia and squirm. That white dress and those buns. She would have been so hot in that bikini, but I knew that was a non-starter from the beginning.

"Thank you, Ito-san. We found just the right fur for the costume. Fox."

"Can you do the growl?"

"I'll try…ARHHHRA."

"Perfect."

Not really. It sucked. Whatever.

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Watching Hikaru with Ito-san, I couldn't help being hopeful. They get along great. She's just what he needs to take his mind off Haruhi.

"Kaoru, have you don't your history homework yet?"

"No, Watanabe, I was going to work on it after Club."

She leaned in closer to me and asked, "Can we work on it together?"

Today's Wednesday. After club we have a meeting, then study session, then dinner out. Would it kill us to skip this once?

"What about Ito and Hikaru?"

"We can all study and then have dinner together. That will be fun."

Yup. We can skip. "Sounds great. Why don't you two go home and change then come over to our house. When we're done studying, we'll figure out dinner."

"I'd like that."

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"We look ridiculous."

"Yes, but you more than me."

"Are you kidding, Satoshi? You're dressed as a gold robot."

"Yeah, but you're all green and wrinkled."

He had a point. Dressing up as Yoda was more embarrassing than C3PO.

"But we both have to talk like idiots."

"I don't know to what you are referring."

"You do, yes."

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"Excuse me please. I must go see what's wrong with the R2D2 robot. It's stopped responding to the controls."

Kyoya left the group to fix that stupid thing. Just because it would be 'cooler' to have a real robot, or droid, they had R2D2 built.

"Hey, Leia. I like your buns."

Yuck. Kyoya hasn't been gone for more than a minute before they start up again. "Thanks. I was surprised how heavy the wig is."

"Where's your metal bikini?"

"That's not for a couple of episodes."

"But the ewoks are here. They came after."

Can't they just drop this? "Complain to Kyoya-senpai. He supervised the character assignments and costumes."

Not really. Satoshi did, and I approved my costume. Hikaru asked about that stupid bikini, but he knew I'd say no. He just wanted to get a rise out of me.

Just then, Kyoya's voice sounded through the room, "Thank you all for coming. The Host Club is closing now. We'll see you tomorrow."

I escorted the group out and one of the guys held back. He was usually so quiet.

"Haruhi-senpai? Did you get my gift?"

"The chocolate covered strawberries?" He nodded. "Yes. They were delicious. Thank you very much for your thoughtful present, Osamu-san."

"I'm glad you enjoyed them. I wanted to thank you for always being so nice to me here in the Club."

"I'm happy you enjoy coming here. I wish you had attached a card. I would have liked to thank you right away."

"I wanted to. I was so nervous, I forgot."

"No problem. Thank you again. It was a sweet gesture." I escorted him to the door and said good-bye.

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As Takashi and I escorted Cho-chan and Keiko-chan out, I had a brilliant idea.

"Cho-chan, Keiko-chan, are you busy tomorrow night?"

"No, Honey-senpai. Why?"

"There's a new French restaurant Takashi and I want to try. Would you come with us?"

He was standing opposite me, behind the girls. He tensed up in his costume. I just cornered him into a date.

The girls looked at each other then back to me. "We'd love to Honey-senpai," Cho-chan said.

"Wonderful. We'll pick you up at seven, Cho-chan, and you at seven-fifteen, Keiko-chan."

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"Mitsukuni," Takashi growled. It's even more impressive behind that mask.

"Take off the helmet, Takashi. Cosplay is over."

He lifted it off and glared at me. "Mitsukuni!"

"What? Haru-chan is taken. Keiko-chan likes you. It's a great idea."

"No."

"Yes. You're going. You need to relax and have some fun."

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After Host Club:

After a quick meeting where we approved the charity and cosplay for next week, we settled down to study.

"Bye guys. Kaoru and I are going to study with a different group. See you tomorrow," Hikaru said as they walked out the door.

"That was weird."

"I wonder who they are studying with."

I tried to keep the knowing smile off my face, but apparently didn't do a good enough job. "Haru-chan? Do you know?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Ito-san and Watanabe-san."

"Those pervert twins are corrupting two of our guests! We can't allow that to happen."

This time Renge dealt with him. "Tamaki-kun. They were their dates on the yacht. Ito and Watanabe know the twins well and won't let themselves get 'corrupted'. I think it's sweet the twins are showing an interest in people outside the Host Club."

"I agree. It's healthy for both of them, especially Hikaru. I'm much more comfortable around him, but if he was dating someone, it would be even better."

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That evening Kyoya calls Haruhi:

Haruhi: "Kyo? You're up late again."

Kyoya: "Always. I get my best work done at night."

Haruhi: "You need more sleep. I worry about you."

Kyoya: "No need. I'm fine."

Haruhi: "The bags under your eyes say differently."

Kyoya: "I didn't call to hear about my sleeping habits. I wanted to talk to you about your designees."

Haruhi: "What about them?" That they're jerks? Perverts?

Kyoya: "They're a bunch of perverts."

Haruhi: Is he reading my mind? "Yes, they are."

Kyoya: "I'm not sure I want you hosting boys anymore."

Haruhi: "Is there a way to prescreen them?"

Kyoya: "Not sure. I'll come up with something. You sure you don't want to stop hosting boys altogether?"

Haruhi: "I wouldn't mind it if I was treated more like their friend and less like an object."

Kyoya: "I'll think of something. Meanwhile…who's your favorite poet?"

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Thursday at Lunch:

Haruhi, Chika, and Hikaru are talking about different charities and their recent experiences. Apparently, Hikaru met one of the 'Living Dreams' interns at his father's company and had an illuminating discussion.

She's taken ten 'rich bastards' and awakened them to some of the needs of this country. I told her that Commoner's Challenge was a waste of time, but I see some of the changes it made. Kaoru bought those gifts for his mother's seamstress's kids. Hikaru has taken an active interest at his father's company. Tamaki and Renge have talked to the 'Living Dreams' coordinator about household items. Chika and Satoshi are working on a plan for training poor kids in karate and judo. Kasanoda has mentioned he spoke with his father about it but gave no details—I'm not surprised. And they all are spreading the idea of the lunch donation.

I begrudgeingly admitted to her that the Saturday volunteering was a good idea. The Ootori Corporation donates heavily to cancer research and the Red Cross. I've expanded both programs since taking over. Seeing the homeless come to 'Second Harvest' for food inspired me to find a way to help them medically. I have people working on it.

I looked back over at her. She's so beautiful. Inside and out. She'll make the perfect Ootori wife with some training. I wish I had the luxury of time. She deserves to be romanced and courted.

Unfortunately, my time is up. I need to be engaged before that announcement next month. Tomorrow is a teacher enrichment day, giving us a three-day weekend. That should be enough time to convince her.

Plan B starts tonight, but I'll give Plan A a try first. I don't want to have to move on to Plan C. I need to call Ranka.

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Later that afternoon at the Fujioka Apartment:

I went back to my apartment to change into a suit before meeting Ranka. This was a business discussion, and I should be dressed appropriately.

"Kyoya-kun! Come in! It's been two weeks since we've all had dinner together. I hope you are doing well."

Ranka was dressed for work already. Hair curled, sequined dress sparkling, black stilettos in his hand. After this weekend, something will be done about his occupation. If he won't change it, perhaps relocating him to New York would work. An Ootori can't have a cross-dressing father-in-law that works at a bar.

"Don't you look sharp. That's a handsome suit. What's the occasion?"

"Ranka, can we sit?"

"Oh no. Is something wrong? Is Haruhi OK? Did something happen? What happened Kyoya! Tell me! Do I need to go to the hospital!"

He's pacing the room, screaming. Just what I don't need, a hysterical Ranka.

I put my hand on his back, "Ranka, please. Nothing's happened to Haruhi. This is good news."

We stood there as he calmed down and his breathing slowed. "Now, can we sit?"

"Of course. Tea?"

"Thank you," I accepted, hoping he'd calm down even more while making it.

"What's this about, Kyoya-kun?"

I held out a small, velvet box and said, "I'd like your permission to ask Haruhi to marry me." I opened the box, showing a princess cut diamond of eight karats.

"Oh, Haruhi…" Ranka gushed. I knew he'd be excited. I'm counting on his desire for grandchildren to push this along. He looked back up at me, "Isn't it early? You two are still in High School."

"It may seem rushed, but once you find the right person, the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, why wait?"

Tears. He had actual tears in his eyes. This was progressing nicely.

I reached into my briefcase and pulled out a legal document. "I have the marriage contract here. All you have to do is sign, and she and I will be engaged."

I watched as his brows furrowed and confusion reflected in his eyes. "Marriage contract? Why?"

"It's standard for the elite, as a legal formality. It states that her education will be paid for and she will be supported if she chooses to start her own law firm."

"Oh."

"It also details her new lifestyle and explains how she'll be protected and provided for."

"She won't have to worry about money?"

"No. Never again."

"She'll be taken care of?"

"Yes," I answered softly. I knew that was important to him. He hated that she took care of him since her mother died.

He flipped through the contract, but I could tell he wasn't reading it, just stalling for time. I'd never mentioned marriage before, so this was a huge surprise. I could almost see the wheels turning. Now my trump card.

"There's also a stipulation in it for you. If you wish, you and a significant other will be provided a house and an allowance. You won't have to work anymore. You can travel and enjoy life and eventual grandchildren."

His eyes darted up to meet mine at the mention of grandchildren. Slowly, a smile spread across his face. "Grandchildren?" Now, all he has to do is sign.

We heard the clock chime six. Haruhi will be home soon.

"Kyoya-kun, this is amazing. I'd love to sign this contract; however, I need to know that it is what Haruhi wants. If she agrees, I'll happily sign."

Shit. Haruhi will read it word for word. I knew he wouldn't.

"Ranka, you are her legal guardian. You can make the decision for her."

"I'm aware, but I can't do that to her. It must be her decision."

He walked over to their coat rack and grabbed his jacket. "I've got to leave for work. Jarou-kun and I are eating at the bar. Haruhi will be home soon and you two can discuss this in private. If she agrees, I'll sign."

I nodded. It will be ten times harder now, but I choose to not make him sign. There are other ways.

"Thank you, Ranka."

"No, thank you, Kyoya-kun. You've made my little girl very happy." With a swish of sequins, he was gone.

Now to wait for Haruhi.

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xXx

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"This is delicious, Honey-senpai. Thank you for inviting us."

"My pleasure, Cho-chan. I'm glad you like it."

I can't believe Mitsukuni asked them out for a date with us. Without consulting me. I can't seriously entertain the idea of Keiko. Not while I'm in love with Haruhi.

I know Kyoya will show his true colors soon. He's done better this last month. I've watched in agony as they've become closer. She's falling in love with him, I know it.

The feeling hasn't left me. We all are balancing on the edge of a knife. One side is Kyoya. His lifestyle. His manipulation. His coldness. The rest of us are on the other side. Which way will she fall?

"Mori-senpai? Are you OK?"

"I apologize, Keiko. I'm fine." I watched her for a few minutes. It's not her fault she's in this position. "You look beautiful tonight."

"Thank you." She blushed. Just a light pink flush in her cheeks. She's a nice girl. It's too bad.

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After dinner, we went to one of my favorite bakeries for desert. Takashi made the best of this evening and talked to Keiko-chan throughout dinner.

"They make the best chocolate cake here. Their hot fudge topping is so thick and creamy. I know you'll love it!"

"I'm sure it's completely decadent, Honey-senpai."

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Public Library:

OK, I've finished my latest English book report and outlined that history research paper. Now that that's all done, I can focus on the marketing report.

Mori-senpai's text book is quite helpful. What I need, however, are more examples. I've pulled a couple books that break down advertising campaigns and rebranding efforts and detail where they went wrong and what they did right. I'll check these out.

My phone's vibrating. Who's texting me?

Text from Ranka to Haruhi:

Ranka: Haruhi! Jarou and I are eating at the club, so you're on your own for dinner.

Haruhi: That's fine dad. Enjoy your time together.

Ranka: I left you a surprise at home. It will make you so happy.

Haruhi: What is it?

Ranka: If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise. Go home and enjoy it.

Haruhi: OK. I'm almost done here.

Ranka: Good Night

Haruhi: Good night

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There are times when I hate the train. I suppose I could have taken a cab. I was doing company work. Just didn't think of it.

Why did dad leave the lights on?

The first thing I saw when I came into the apartment was Kyoya down on one knee.

He pulled out a small jewelry box and said, "Haruhi, will you marry me?"

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xXx

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Author's Note:

How's that for a cliffhanger!

Lots going on in this chapter. Is Kyoya redeeming himself with her? He actually came around to her charity ideas. They all did. I wanted them to grow up a little. In my opinion, people with that much money should help everywhere they can.

What about the twins' study date? I didn't write it. Figured it might be too much filler. I'm sure I'll do some short remembrances during a thought round-up in a later chapter.

Isn't Honey sneaky? No surprise Mori didn't want to participate.

What about Ranka's reaction? He knows Haruhi has a good head on her shoulders and can make the decision for herself. He did like the idea of grandchildren, didn't he?

So, what's in the marriage contract? I know what I put in it, but I'd love to hear your guesses.

Agatha Christie is one of my favorite authors. Just had to throw that in there.

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Next Chapter:

What does Haruhi say? What exactly are plans B and C. What's in the contract? What did he mean by 'other ways'.

And how in the hell will the other guys react?!

You only have to wait a week. Don't you appreciate my updating schedule and long chapters?

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