A/N: Hi, friends! Good morning! I mean. It's morning at the very second I'm writing this. You guys know how it goes by now. Just checking in. How we doing?

"We're really doing this?" Haruhi stared up at the glowing sign in front of us, "When you called asking if we wanted to go to Shinjuku tonight, Kyoya-senpai, I didn't think we were going to see my dad while he's working."

"I think it'll be fun!" Tamaki got weirdly excited about this. Then again, it's also Tamaki. He's gotten excited over a balloon blowing in the street, "We had a good time when we did this in New York."

"Well, yeah," she groaned, "But that was different. I wasn't going to see my dad when we were in New York. I've never gone to one of these things before."

"It's not that bad," I promised her, doing what I could to comfort my best friend, "And you know how I think of Ranka. He's like a dad to me, too. It was a shock at first, but I could get over it. So can you."

"I don't know," Haruhi could be one tough cookie sometimes, "There has to be a reason why I was always told to stay out of Shinjuku after dark."

"It's really not that bad," Kaoru shrugged, snaking an arm around Haruhi's waist.

"If you know where to go," Hikaru followed his brother's lead.

"We can show you…"

"I don't want to know," Haruhi shook them off, worming her way back into her boyfriend's loving embrace.

"You'll be ok, Haruhi," Kyoya assured, "This is one of the tamer shows in the area."

"You sound like a voice of experience, Kyoya," I gave him a look, "Something you'd care to tell me?"

"I can read a Yelp review," he pointed out, showing me his phone screen. Sure enough. Yelp, "And your sister used to work just down the block, if I remember correctly."

"Sorry," I bit my lip, "Damn overthinking."

"Come on, Haru-chan," Honey begged, "It was so much fun when we did this in New York. Please?"

Haruhi didn't have much for weaknesses. However, Honey's sweet, little face was a weapon of mass destruction if he wanted it to be. Regimes could be brought down by just a look from him. Whether or not Honey or Haruhi realized it was still up in the air. Only one thing was for certain, though. It worked like a charm.

"Alright," Haruhi caved, shoving her fingers in the faces of a pair of mischief makers, grinning like Cheshire cats, "But anything we see tonight does not come back to the host club."

"No promises!" the twins chimed. I don't know how Haruhi managed dealing with them every day. I couldn't even fathom doing that on my own. I know that used to be my life, but in my defense, if all else failed, I had someone (usually Haruhi) around to deservingly thump them on their heads.

And so, the eight of us walked into the club, not sure what to expect. I mean, I did. Rhiannon and I have been through this song and dance before. I know what a drag show in Shinjuku was like. And Kyoya was right. This one's pretty tame. Although, after we got our drinks and our table, a couple other queens came around checking up on us. But then…we were spotted.

"La…!" Ranka looked at me, then realized I wasn't alone. His face lit up like a damn Christmas tree at the sight of his daughter, "HARUHI!"

"Hi, Dad." He scooped her up in his arms and hugged her tight, cutting off her circulation. Hard to see why she fell for Tamaki so hard. If I remember correctly, I think it's called an Electra Complex? Kind of like an Oedipus Complex, but not as gross? That may be wrong. A parallel, not the opposite.

"What are you doing here?" Ranka squealed, "You never come to see me at work! And you brought everyone along?"

"First time for everything," she choked out, "Uh…Dad…?"

"Actually, Ranka," I took him off Haruhi's hands, letting her regain her breathing, "I'm the one that brought everyone along. You told me to come see you tonight. You never said I couldn't bring a friend. Or seven. It's always a good idea to have a support system."

"I'm glad you did," Ranka chuckled a bit, "We're a little slow tonight. Although, I think there's going to be a bachelorette party coming in here tonight, so be prepared."

"Maybe I could have my bachelorette party here," I teased.

"I still can't wrap my head around that," he leaned over the table, "I didn't think you'd be the first of my babies to get married."

"I told you, Ranka," I settled him, "We're not getting married until after college. Our education comes first."

"Very good," Ranka praised, getting flagged down, "I have to get going. If I'm not on stage in the next five minutes, I'm getting fired, so…"

"I understand," I sent him off, "I'd hate to be the reason why you and Haruhi starve."

"Sit back and enjoy the show, sweetheart." And there he goes…

"You're not going to starve," Honey's eyes started welling up, "Are you, Haru-chan?"

"No, Honey-senpai," Haruhi promised, "Everything's going to be fine."

"You really think I'd let her and her father go destitute?" Tamaki gasped, "Absolutely not!"

"I'm impressed you used destitute right, Tamaki," Kyoya praised, "I'm proud of you. Have a chocolate."

"Yay!" Sure enough, Kyoya pulled a wrapped up piece of chocolate out of his jacket pocket and gave it to Tamaki, confusing the hell out of everyone at the table.

"Uh, Kyoya-senpai," Haruhi wondered, "Why do you have chocolate in your pocket?"

"Positive reinforcement," he told her, "If I give him something pleasant, he'll do something pleasant. If I give him something not so pleasant, then he'll learn not to repeat the behavior. Classic conditioning."

"You're a horrible person."

"Do you want me to take it all away?"

"God, no," she shuddered, "He's so much easier to handle like this."

"Here," Kyoya pulled another half a dozen chocolates out of his pocket, "They're his favorites. They work like a charm."

"I'm scared," Haruhi admitted.

"It's cool," I settled her, "Just think of it like bingo."

"Yeah," she scoffed, "Just like bingo. Only with my dad."

The lights went down as Tamaki enjoyed his chocolate and Haruhi questioned Kyoya's morals. Then, the music started. Oh, Lady Marmalade. I've seen this one before. But the last time I saw this one, I was with Rhiannon. Watching Haruhi watch Ranka was what I was here for. It's strange. Haruhi never really talked about how Ranka kept a roof over their heads. I don't think she gave it much thought. But now that it was in front of her face, she couldn't look away. She was completely mesmerized. The colors, the costuming, the movements. Her attention was totally unwavering. And I think it's a beautiful thing.

Once things were over and the queens of Shinjuku had brought their show to a close (for now anyway), Ranka told his boss he was going on break. And took all of us with him. Besides, I really wanted some good old-fashioned American food and the diner near the club was pretty spot on. I had the worst craving for French fries.

"So, Lana, Kyoya," Ranka asked, "How has New York been for you?"

"Awesome," I beamed, "Our apartment is perfect. Our views are incredible."

"We learned very quickly that we need instructions for IKEA furniture," Kyoya teased.

"No, no, no," I shut him down, "I knew to use instructions for the nightstands. Don't try and drag me under the bus with you."

"Lana, one," Hikaru grinned.

"Kyoya-senpai, zero," Kaoru mirrored his brother.

"You both do realize," Kyoya pointed out, "I can make you disappear and no one would know."

"Kyoya…" I settled him, "You're not really yakuza."

"They don't know that, Lana," he took my hand under the table.

"Baby," I put my head on his shoulder, "I know real yakuza. I was just with real yakuza yesterday."

"You were," the twins remembered.

Uh-oh…I forgot we ran into them in Akihabara. And how they saw me. Kyoya didn't need to know about that. That was a thing between Ritsu and me. And Rhiannon and me, but that's beside the point. I've seen how Kyoya's been with one otaku. He doesn't need to know he's dating one. That's one of those things that I can tell him after we get married. Hopefully, these two idiots know when to keep their mouths shut. Because Kyoya may not be real yakuza, but that doesn't mean Ritsu wouldn't do anything for me. I still have that kind of power at my disposal.

"But other than your minor squabbling," Ranka stepped in, keeping me from lunging at their throats, "Everything's good?"

"You need to meet my drama teacher," I gushed, "He's an absolute sweetheart. If you and Tamaki were fused into one human being, it's Dash."

"It's very true," Kyoya confirmed, "I've met the man. And there is no description more accurate than that. Dash is definitely in a category all his own."

"He's good friends with Rhiannon, too," I pointed out, "I didn't know that until we went to dinner with her and Elliot one night, but you two need to meet."

"Speaking of Rhiannon," Ranka chirped, "I miss her so much. How is she these days? Last I saw her, she was very pregnant."

"And now," I took my phone out, "She's not very pregnant. September 16th is his birthday, if you're looking to mark it on the calendar."

"Rhiannon had her baby?!" he squealed, "And I'm just finding out about it?"

"Everyone was in New York for that," I scrolled for my most recent picture of my nephew, "Have you met Connor yet, Ranka?"

"Rhiannon hasn't sent me anything yet," Ranka took my phone from me, "Aww…Look at him. He looks like his daddy."

"Oh, yeah," I nodded, "That kid couldn't deny his parents if he wanted to. He's as ginger as his dad. His eyes are just like Elliot's. It's like I've told Rhiannon. From the eyes up, he's Elliot. From the nose down, he's Rhiannon. And he's so snuggly, Ranka. Oh my god…"

"I want one…" he let out a heavy sigh, looking toward his daughter, "Hey, Haruhi…?"

"No," Haruhi knew where Ranka was going with this, "Not happening. Not for a while."

"Really?" Tamaki perked up.

"Not. For. A while," she put her foot down.

"Alright, alright," Ranka let her go. But then, he looked toward me, "Hold on. Lana…You and Kyoya are more in the position for something like this."

"Settle the ovaries," I stopped him, "Not yet. Not even giving that a thought until after the wedding. And it'll be well after the wedding."

"I don't know, Lana," Kyoya thought it over, "Maybe we could talk that over some more. Maybe that well after the wedding could be moved a little sooner."

"Or," I had to put my foot down, too, I see, "If you're going to be the one carrying a baby in your body for nine months, it can be a little sooner."

"Aww…" Ranka melted, "You two sound a lot like Kotoko and me before she got pregnant with Haruhi. I told her we were in it together. And we were. Just like how you two will be. If Lana ever says yes to babies in the first place. Which I'm kind of hoping she does. It'd be a shame if you didn't reproduce. Your pretty face and Kyoya's sharp intelligence, you two could create a little powerhouse."

"Together," I hid a smile, "We are the powerhouse. But…maybe continuing that legacy wouldn't be such a bad idea. Not now, though."

"Dammit," he grumbled, "I want grandkids, Lana."

"And you'll probably have them one day," I assured, "Maybe not from me, but you still got Haruhi. Haruhi, help me out here."

"Don't drag me into this!" Haruhi backed off.

"Well," Ranka sighed out, "I should be going. What are you crazy kids getting up to tonight? Nothing too reckless, I hope?"

"We have one other stop to make tonight," Kyoya smiled at me, "That is, if it's ok with you, Lana. We need to see a friend of mine. Hopefully, he's not too busy."

"Which friend?" the twins wondered.

"I thought all your friends were here," Tamaki's jealousy came out to play.

"This is a different friend," Kyoya explained, "I say friend, but he's more of a mentor of sorts."

"Really?" I asked, "You want to do that tonight?"

"While we're here," he shrugged, "We might as well."

"You know what?" I squeaked, "What the hell? Why not? I'm in!"

"That's my girl," Kyoya kissed my cheek.

"Well," Ranka kissed his daughter's head, then mine, "I love you both. I should really be getting back."

"Love you, too, Dad," Haruhi slid down in her seat.

"Love you, too, Ranka," I blushed a bit.

I really did need to see him more often. At least once more while I'm still in the country. Speaking of people I needed to see, Kyoya had a hell of an idea. And I couldn't wait. Although, the look on everyone else's faces when we walked up to a tattoo shop was absolutely priceless. I've never seen a more beautiful mixture of confusion and alarm in my life. It's about time someone pulled the rug out from Tamaki and the twins.

A/N: I'm so sorry this is up so late. It's been a very long day for your pal Lumi. She also may have gotten caught up watching Fairy Tail with her nephew earlier this evening (that went into 50% Off. I know. A+ parenting on my part.) But! On the plus side, I already have next week outlined. This is going to need its own chapter. Because I'm very excited for part two of our adventures in Shinjuku. Obviously, we're going to get Yoshi back next chapter. Come on. That's not much of a spoiler. I mean, the gang are outside a tattoo shop in Shinjuku and Kyoya wanted to visit a friend…I can't spell it out any more than that. But right now, it's late. It's hella late. I need to lay down for a while and probably clock out. Also, if you're anywhere in the Midwest where the weather is a yo-yo and it's going to get hella cold tomorrow with that polar vortex thingy, stay inside as much as you can. Protect yourselves. I'll be posting on FictionPress tomorrow if you're looking for something to do…It's my NaNoWriMo project that I took November off for last year…Hintity hint hint. But with that being said, I'll see you next chapter! xx