"A date?" Caitlyn asked stupidly. She blinked, then laughed. "You're joking."

Kyoya looked at her. Well there were worse ways for this to go than her laughing at him. She could have screamed at him and said no. Then the truth broke across her face like dawn and her amused expression turned to one of shock. Kyoya smiled wryly.

"You're not joking."

He shook his head coolly.

"Are you crazy? Me? And you? We'd kill each other!" she burst out. Kyoya raised an eyebrow at this. "Don't give me that look, you know it's true."

"Do I?" he asked archly.

"The tension between us is so thick you could touch it."

He looked at her with amusement for a few moments before an idea occurred to him. He smirked, leaning in close to her. Her breath hitched involuntarily before it occurred to her she could move back. So close to her face, his glasses couldn't glint, and the look in his eyes set her heart going like a racehorse.

"There's definitely something between us. That much I'll grant you." She pushed him back in response, and Kyoya had the feeling that if her complexion wasn't as dark as it was she would be obviously blushing. As it was, there seemed to be a slight hint of pink to her cheeks, but he couldn't be sure. She stood up and walked back towards the balcony doors.

"You're insane," she said, slightly breathless. Kyoya shrugged and adjusted his glasses.

"Maybe I am," he said nonchalantly. "However, I note that you haven't agreed or declined."

He watched her reflection as she blinked in shock. Then a small smirk appeared on her face. She turned around, her head tilted to the side. He watched her, having the feeling that he wasn't going to like what was coming next. He kept his face neutral, however.

"Suppose I agree, then. Host club members don't date. It's bad for business, obviously. How would you suggest we take care of that problem?"

"What problem? Most girls are afraid of me. If I have a girlfriend, I must obviously not be someone to be feared. We might even bring in more customers. The idea of being able to actually date a host is a tempting one." He smiled angelically at her, and she could almost see a spear-head tail flicking across her sheets. Demon Lord indeed. "And I don't have that many designators, in any case. I usually do management duties, selling products…"

Caitlyn sighed. She had the feeling she was going to regret the decision she was leaning towards. "Why?"

"Why, what?" Kyoya asked, a hint of bemusement crossing his usual stoic features.

"Why would you want to date me?" she asked, amused. It was his turn to blink.

"Why not?"

"What about all those other pretty rich girls at Ouran?"

Kyoya scoffed, mask dropping. "Have you ever spent more than half an hour with any of them? They're all the same; either overly ambitious and therefore have no time for young men such as myself, or they're empty-headed and boring. Who would want to date any of them?"

Caitlyn stared at him for a few moments, the corners of her lips twitching. He looked at her expression.

"What?"

She burst out laughing, and Kyoya watched this with a certain amount of bemusement. Her face seemed to soften, eyes crinkling at the corners, smile wide and brilliant… She had a laugh that was slightly evil, but the cackling didn't seem to matter to him. She waved at him, and it took him a while for him to figure out she wanted him to stand up.

"Get out then, amoureux. We can talk more when it's not three in the morning."

"Was that French?" he asked amusedly, a hint of confusion trickling into his usually cool voice. "Tamaki rubbing off on you?"

She smirked and opened the door for him in response.

"What does it mean?" he persisted.

Her eyes sparkled. "Go ask Tamaki. He wakes you up often enough."


Tamaki's violet eyes sparkled, even in the terrible lighting of the limo. They reminded him of Caitlyn's own dark eyes, but Kyoya tried not to think about that. Instead he sighed, almost afraid he'd asked. He wasn't sure spending the long, multiple-hour ride back to the city with the blond idiot was worth it.

"Is there something you're not telling Daddy?" he cooed. Kyoya rolled his eyes.

"Of course not. Would you just answer the question, Tamaki?"

Tamaki sighed dreamily, a smile drifting onto his face. "It means lover, or sweetheart." He broke out of it and looked at Kyoya's slightly poleaxed expression with a certain amount of delight. "Does Mommy have a mistress too?"

"Shut up, Tamaki," Kyoya growled, shoving the blond's face away. He hid his thumping heart's reaction easily as Tamaki laughed.

"I'll find out anyway. It's ok," he said simply, and proceeded to continue his dreams about their 'daughter'.

Incest and cheating,suddenly all perfectly acceptable in this "family" of his, Kyoya thought dryly. Not disturbing at all, of course…

A/N: And he doesn't even have proof about the twins yet, despite what he may or may not suspect… XD Anywho, Comments, Suggestions, Flames, whatever all welcome! Tell me what you think! And sorry it's so short…