Oh man! Chapter 5 already? Seems like only yesterday I sat down to my laptop and started typing (sniff sniff sob). Oh my little story is getting so old and big! I fear I will have to find and ending to it soon... now if only I knew how to end a story... Yes, about that... I have horrible trouble ending stories. I have written a number of short stories for my own amusement and the way they all end is everyone dies. It's because ending stories is hard! (oh, by the way... if anyone has any suggestions, I'd love 'em.) I bow down to anyone that can end them without death. It's not like I'm a morbid death obsessed person... not in the least... I'm just a bad writer. Ok, I'm shutting up now. You can continue reading! Have fun! Drive safely! Review!

DISCLAIMER: I think just saying the word disclaimer proves that I'm not trying to claim Host Club as mine. But actually... I own this story... I think I will add the opposite of a disclaimer! A claimer!

CLAIMER: I own "Birthday Surprises!" Yay! Happy birthday!

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They drove for nearly a half hour before they stopped in front of a cute café called Toss Down Café.

Haruhi looked at Kyoya with a very quizzical look.

"What is this place?" she asked him.

Kyoya looked... was that embarrassment? No, it couldn't have been. It was so fast, you couldn't tell. "Just a café I like to go to. It's relaxing. A good place to go when you need a break from..."

"School?" Haruhi asked when he stopped talking.

"I was going to say life... but I guess school fits into that also." he replied to her comment.

Haruhi tilted her head and nodded. She wasn't sure what she was nodding to, but it just seemed like the right gesture at the time.

"Well," she said when her stomach began to grumble, "Shall we head in then?"

Kyoya and Haruhi stepped out of the car and into the place where they were apparently having lunch. The door to the café was painted red, and the handle to the door was a butterfly that said "pull" in the design on the left wing. On the right it said "push". Haruhi chucked at it and tried both till one let the couple in.

Kyoya led her to a tall table for two with high stools next to a print of Salvador Dali's painting of "Archeological Reminiscence". A smiling waitress wearing a 17th century European cavalier dress came over to them. She had naturally wavy blond hair down to her shoulders and the brightest blue eyes with a sparkle that couldn't seem to leave.

"Nice to see you again Kyoya. And who is this pretty young girl your with?" she said looking at Haruhi.

"This is Haruhi Fujioka. Part of the host club. Haruhi, this is Edna (note: pronounced edona)" he introduced the two.

"She was the one with the birthday, right? How do you like your music box?" Edna asked her.

Haruhi wasn't sure how she knew all this. Despite her confusion she was polite, "I love it. It's probably the nicest thing I own."

Edna turned to Kyoya and playfully elbowed him, "Told ya she'd like it." she said in a hushed voice to him. He tried to suppress a grin and looked away.

"Well, you two must be ready to order. What can I get you?" she asked, taking Kyoya's notebook and ripping a page out of it. Kyoya just handed her his pen while he admired the panting next to them.

"I'll have a peach jet tea and a the falafel wrap without the tomatoes." Kyoya said, still not looking at the waitress that so casually addressed him.

Edna raised one eyebrow and gave him a joking aggravated look. Kyoya sighed, "Please?" he added at the end, looking up at her.

She laughed and turned to Haruhi, "These rich boys have no manners. What can I get for you?"

"Uh..." Haruhi looked around the building. They didn't seem to have any menus to hand out. "I'll have the same please." Although she really didn't know what falafel or a jet tea was, but if Kyoya was ordering it, it couldn't be that bad.

Edna winked at Haruhi and walked off to fulfill their orders.

"What a unique dress for this... time period." Haruhi observed, trying to start some sort of conversation.

"Do you like it?" he asked her. "I was thinking that the host club could do a theme like that someday soon."

"That sure would be an event." Haruhi stated somewhat sarcastically.

Edna had arrived with their lunches. She set the plates and drinks down in front of the couple. She smiled a bright smile at Kyoya and shuffled away with the serving tray.

Kyoya picked up the wrap on his plate with his hands and took a bite. Haruhi did the same and was surprised. It wasn't bad, it just was an unexpected taste. She took a sip of the orange smoothie type drink in front of her. It had a very satisfying peach taste with the very distant flavor of green tea.

Conversation was scarce between the two.

"I had a dream about you." Haruhi said, desperate for some more conversation than silence.

Kyoya gave her a very stern look. Haruhi continued, "You were wearing a dress in my kitchen. You were playing the role of 'mom'."

Kyoya surprisingly laughed out loud and covered his mouth to silence himself when a man who Edna was waiting on looked over from the opposite side of the room. Edna smiled at him and her eye's sparkled brighter.

"Well," Kyoya said, smiling "I guess we all know what your thinking about."

Haruhi was confused, "My mom?"

"I didn't mean that." he said, almost apologetically.

"I don't understand." she said with her eyebrows all bunched up.

"I was going to say cross-dressing." he said, still smiling.

A scoff escaped Haruhi, "I am guilty as charged." she said looking down at her knee length shorts and her unfitted t-shirt.

Kyoya stopped smiling, almost looking troubled. He turned his head back to the painting and took a sip of his jet tea.

"What do you think of Edna?" he asked her randomly.

"She seems like a very playful witty person who knows how to be serious. Why?" she said with a mouthful of lunch.

"I wouldn't usually do this, but I'll deduct twenty people off of your debt if you go ask her out for me." Kyoya said, averting his eyes from Haruhi and focusing them on Edna.

"Don't usually do what? Deduct people from my debt? Or ask girls out?" Haruhi asked him.

"Both." he replied.

"How old is she?" Haruhi inquired.

"Does it matter?" he replied.

"No, but I was curious."

"22."

"That's quite an age gap."

"You just said it didn't matter."

"It doesn't really. Why me?"

"I only have two females that I could call my friends. One is the girl I want to be with and the other is going to be the one to drop the question."

"Which am I?"

"The one I don't want to be with obviously."

"I know." Haruhi paused to take another sip, "I'll do it if you up my deduction to 40."

"25."

"50."

"30."

"Man, this must be serious. 30 people off my debt? Wow."

"Will you do it then?" he asked, almost desperately. Almost.

"No." she said, "But I will tell you how to go about doing it yourself. I think having someone else ask someone else out for a different person is sort of cowardly."

Kyoya sighed in defeat, "Fine then. What do I do."

Haruhi thought for a moment. "Ok, this is what your going to do. You are going to go out and buy her a single red rose the next day she works. Try to hide it until you have to go and leave it on the table for her. Next to the rose you will leave a small card with her name on it. Don't put your name on this for a week. On the eighth day, you will leave her a locket necklace. The locket will be in the shape of a heart. The heart will say 'I love you' on it with a rose somewhere on it. On the card it will say 'To the love of my life.-Kyoya.'"

Kyoya was writing everything down on his notepad like an idiot. "Are you sure this will work?" he asked.

"I have no clue. But it sure would win me over." she said.

He gave her a quizzical look. He took of his glasses to clean them and put them in their rightful place. "It seems that your done. Let's get going."

Edna waved at them as they left the café, Haruhi couldn't help but smile at the slightest blush in Kyoya's cheeks. Within minutes after a quick phone call, their ride appeared and they both got into the car.

"Kyoya, would you mind if I was dropped off at the market?" Haruhi asked him. Although she just had lunch, it was never too soon to get dinner supplies.

"If that's where you really want to be dropped off at." he told her like it was an odd request.

Haruhi directed the driver towards the market and thanked Kyoya for lunch.

"It was no problem. Thank you." he said, almost sincerely. Almost.

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Wow! Go me and writing a whole chapter a 2:30 AM! Woot! I'll probably read this tomorrow when I'm fully awake and be like, "Wow, I suck when I'm sleep deprived." I absolutely must apologize for Kyoya and him being so out of character. I think out of all the Host Club characters, it's hardest to write about Kyoya. I think it's because you never really know what he would be thinking. At first I was thinking it would be hard to write about Mori, but he's the easiest one to write about. I think it's because his only personality is being quiet, strong, and protective. You can just make him your own character. But Kyoya... he has obvious qualities about him. Like pushing up his glasses and constantly writing in his notebook. But what is he actually like! I don't know! Ahh! Anyways... tell me what you thought of this chapter. And review more. I'm thinking about putting a limit on reviews. Like,... if I don't get 10 reviews per chapter then I won't write anymore till I do. Muahaha. Perhaps. We shall see I suppose.

This is WHPIAR... signing off.