Kyoya's Calculation of Love

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Yes, Father.

No, Father.

It will be done right away, Father.

Good morning, Father.

Have a pleasant day, Father.

Why don't you shoot me, Father?

Kyoya grimaced, as he headed towards the door. Today was not a good day. Oh no. Today...it had been decided that his older brother would take over the family business. After all the hard work, the stupid friends, the many hours to make his Father pleased. His hard work. What did brother dearest do? Nothing. Yes. Nothing. Zip. Nada. Absolutely no fricking thing.

And he was stuck, not knowing what to do. He walked quickly out to the front gate and looked at the worker who opened and closed the gate.

"Oh-OH! Good morning to you, Mr.Kyoya, sir. Isn't it-"

"For heavens sake! It is NOT a good morning. The weather is NOT lovely. And if you don't open this DAMN GATE, then someone else will take your job and you can go work some where else."

"Ye-yes sir."

Kyoya stalked out of the estate, quite angry. He usually never lost his cool. He usually never had to worry about things. He was usually certain that it would be him, not his lazy brother.

Now what was he suppose to do? He looked down and sighed in frustration.

He was now going to go back and change into his clothes, and not parade around town in his night wear, like Tamaki did half the time.

"Gretchen!" He roared, coming back into the house. A rather large woman waddle over to him. "GRETCHEN, LOOK AT ME! I'M IN MY NIGHT WEAR! ITS ALL YOUR GOD-OW!" He yelped, as he was pulled by the ear up the stairs.

"Young man! Do not talk to me in such a manner! It is your fault. You are not a baby, though you are acting quite childish! Now, go to your room and get dressed." She said bluntly. "And I'm not Gretchen!"

"Yes...Nanna." He mumbled, rubbing his ear as he changed for the day. He sat on his bed. Well, she did make a point. The Shadow King sighed, not knowing why he was acting like this. Why he felt...like this. It didn't make any sense. A certain organ, near his lungs, was hurting quite badly.

Walking down stairs, no calculator pjs in sight, Kyoya left the house silently.

Not like anyone cared.

He walked up to the blundering man, who was just recently yelled at. Apologizing softly, Kyoya left. He began to walk. He wanted to walk and walk until he would get away and sever all ties to his family and his unwelcomed emotions.

He had his head down, hair wasn't messed with. Wasn't combed, wasn't styled...it looked normal. The shirt, although 100 Egyptian cotton, was plain and far from flamboyant. His jeans were expensive yet normal. He looked...far from being a son of a wealthy man.

A man who was Father.

He was the God of the family. He made all of them plan their lives around making him happy.

And now, Kyoya found no reason to be calculating. He found no reason to add debts or to look at new ways to advertise anything.

He just wanted to get away.

A simple task that required no thinking. All he had to do was move in the opposite direction.

Until he bumped into a certain someone...

"Oh...excuse me." He said politely, not knowing who he had plowed into.

"Kyoya-senpai...its okay. I'm sorry." Haruhi said blankly, rubbing off the dirt from her khaki pants.

"Ah. Haruhi. What a pleasant surprise." He said cooly. He was panicking on the inside...where was that black binder? "I think I may have to add more to your debt if you don't pay attention. Just because we do not see each other, doesn't mean you can bump into me when ever you want to."

Haruhi blinked. What was wrong with him? He wasn't so...evil. And rich. And Kyoya wasn't acting like a silent, pompous, egotistical guy she had grown to despise. Well, maybe not despise, but some other verb that meant tiresome.

"Um. Senpai. How about I buy you tea? Will this make up for my debt?" She asked, as she looked up at him.

Kyoya just stared at her. He felt funny again. He thought it made no sense. How could one tie this...thing into all the events that happened. Haruhi and his Father definately were not two things to find similar.

"Why, I can't seen myself benefitting from it." He said coldly, as he stared at her. His perfect brow arching as he waited for her response. Most likely she would cry and run off. Then he could be alone. It was what he wanted. Wasn't it?

"Well, if you are going to act like that...then fine." She said bluntly and turned around. He watched her leave and wanted to follow her. He couldn't. That wasn't something that needed to be done. No...it wasn't? However, if he childishly walked in the opposite direction, it would have been towards the man he loathed.

Quickly walking, he called her out. It didn't work. He saw her head look uncertain as she walked quickly. Was she trying to get away from him? He bluntly stared her actions and then realized she was being followed. Only, it wasn't just him.

'Is her family in the Mafia?' He thought seriously as he picked up his pace. 'No. Not that my Uncle Tony mentioned anyone living here with connections to the family.'

Haruhi felt funny and quite shocked to see Kyoya grab her wrist. "Haruhi, I will take you up on that offer...only you have to dry clean my shirt as well." He said with wincing. How much stupidity could come from this?

"O-okay, senpai?" She said with great confusion. He began to pull her away from the fiendish looking fellows behind her.

"So, where to? I usually do not associate with the poor part of town." He said dryly, trying to make her walk faster.

"Um...over here is fine." She said, trying not to twitch.

"Hm. I guess it will do." He sighed, as they walked towards the picket fenced café.

'That rich -' She began to think as she felt his hand let go, leaving red marks on her small wrist. Slumping down into a seat, without checking or wiping it down, Haruhi knew something was wrong.

After they ordered, and Haruhi looked at Kyoya as he stared off to the side.

"So, senpai. What happened?" She asked bluntly, getting directly to the point.

"I do not understand, Haruhi." He said blankly as he stared back, arching again that egotistical brow.

"Right. So you do know that you just ordered tap water right?"

He blinked and shivered at the though. Ugh. Tap water? It made his spine squeem. "So, what if I did?"

"Just tell me what is wrong. It really isn't like you, senpai. And unless you would like me to call Tamaki-senpai, then I suggest you talk."

Kyoya shook his head. He couldn't deal with his idiotic, best friend at the time. He would probably say something to hurt their relationship.

"Alright, Haruhi. If you must know - Father just told my older brother that he was going to take over the family business."

"Oh?"

"Oh? Thats all you have to say?"

"I can't see why its bad."

"What do you mean, not bad?"

"Well, now you get to be free from your father."

"What if I wanted it? What if I spent every living second trying to please him, just so I could get what I wanted...what I deserved?"

"Its not that you wanted it...its because you love your father."

Kyoya laughed bitterly, yet some how managed to stay cool.

"Love is a waste of money and time and effort."

"Then why did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Make your father's life better."

"Because I wanted the family business."

"Because...?"

"Because I wanted to keep the name respectable."

"Because...?"

"Because...it is required."

"Is it?"

"Yes."

"For whom?"

"For...my family."

"More importantly, your father."

"That...thats rediculous."

"No. Its called love. You wanted your father to be proud."

"No. No I didn't. Love is a waste of money and time and effort. You get nothing from it. It is disposable of. And you can never profit."

"I'm not so sure."

"That you can't get profit from it?"

"No. That its disposable. You can't stop loving someone."

"What nonsense."

"Maybe..."

"What would I gain from loving someone?"

"Happiness." She stated it so simply, sipping on her water as she stared at him. Her eyes...they were blunt, yet was she glowing?

No. No. That funny feeling again. It was coming back. What was it? What was that feeling that he felt. It hurt, that was for sure.

Maybe...he had cancer. Maybe then he could cure himself, and make millions. Then Father would definitely recognize him.

What?

What was he talking about? He didn't care what his Father felt about him...didn't he?

He grew frustrated, as he looked at Haruhi. She was smiling at him. Not that smug smile...what kind of smile was it? What kind of smile made his nesscary organ cringe and melt.

"You may have a point...but Haruhi you are wrong."

"Oh?"

"Love brings sadness, too." He stated it so simply, just as she said with the exact opposite emotion. He got up and looked down at her. He smiled awkwardly at first, but then it grew ever so slightly until he wasn't sure what it was. What forced him to smile like that?

Leaving money on the table, he began to walk out before looking back at Haruhi.

"You're welcome, Kyoya." She said, smiling.

And the funny thing was...he smiled back.

Leaving her, he felt that he had left something behind. He headed back towards his mansion, where he would make out a new plan, making sure to find a way to add Haruhi into it somewhere.

He also needed to add a small debt added to her existing one.

However much he enjoyed it, she was going to pay for leaving out the respected title he deserved.

It didn't change the fact that he was grinning foolishly when he entered the house.

Amongst the hustle and bustle of the estate, he could only hear one thing:

'You're welcome, Kyoya.'

A/N-Ah. This is a bit longer, because it has dialogue.

I must say I'm so proud of everyone who had reviewed, and just viewed my story. It means a lot to me.

I hope Kyoya wasn't to out of character(I haven't seen the new episode on him actually freaking out), or Haruhi for the matter.

I still have no Microsoft Word, so bear with me!

R&R

Next chapter deals with Kaoru. I should have three to four chapters left, not including alternate endings so everyone can have it end up their own happily ever after!