Alternate Ending One: Tactics

By: Guiltshow

Disclaimer: You gotta be kidding me.

The art of capturing a commoner. This truly was quite difficult. Not only did I have to find out if I was in love, no wait. Not only did I have to find out if I was in 'like' with this boring girl, but I also had to woo her if it was true. The many draw backs I see from this can include:

-Deathly harm from any Host Club member. Come on, it is really quite obvious that they all love her.

-Financial harm from those member's parents. That would just dandy, now wouldn't it?

-Fatherly harm from Ranka-san. I know he likes me, but is it enough?

-Fatherly harm from Him. Ah, like I would care. Screw him.

-Fan girl harm to her. That would definitely be a problem if she got whacked because we started dating. All this planning would be put to waste.

Yes...planning. I, Kyoya, have planned some utterly cliche, romantic encounter. Haruhi will never know what hit her. The best part of it was that I had made it simple. I would simply state my plan that involved her. I would then kiss her promiscuously, and she would then confess her undying love to me. This was perfect, if you were that idiot Tamaki.

If you truly believed that this would work, then obviously you have been reading too much manga. Haruhi would most likely slap whoever tried to make any promiscuous gestures or actions. Furthermore, she would hate a plan. She would feel less independent. Hence, you don't tell her the plan you have created.

Haruhi is smart, but I am far more intelligent. After all, who could some up with such a fool-proof plan? Not anyone of my classmates, I will have you know.

The only draw-back is my utter fear that she might not like me. That was a 13 percent chance of rejection. I calculated and figured the other Host Club members had some traits that would appeal to her, especially Mori-senpai. That simply would not do. I will not change myself, but instead I shall make sure she knows that I am worth while. Of course that is a given, but somehow women like reassurance.

However, right now...I'm not too sure of myself. That is a shock in itself. You see - I get these weird feelings when I'm around Haruhi. I feel my throat tighten and I feel my heart become extremely light. Once or twice I had to stick my face in my binder to hide my obvious blush. This was definitely not incorporated into the plan. I had tactics though.

My uncle was not a high-ranking officer in Japan's elite, head military for nothing.

I had him train me to become more focused on my goal. I had to do some...manual labor but I got through it. When I arrived back from 'vacation', I had definitely become more cool-headed. Thus, the plan could take place in a matter of hours.

It was especially hard to concentrate on the future when you -

A. Saw Honey-senpai grow in a threating way for Haruhi's heart.

B.Tamaki gayfully telling me that Haruhi was wearing his ring.

C.Hikaru and Kaoru teasing Haruhi with more intimate gestures and less twincest.

D.Mori-senpai smiling as Haruhi gave him back tupperware.

This was unforeseeable, and it quite frankly pissed me off. How could Haruhi associate herself with anyone but me? I was obviously the right choice. This doubt, it made me even more uneasy as I sat by myself. Luckily I hadn't need to act cool. There was no one out at the moment. All had buisness to attend to them. It was just me and that odd tree Mori-senpai had put in the middle of our feild of flowers. He said nothing but the gardener said that it was going to grow and then be shipped off to a small country in Africa.

Since when do children in Africa need trees...?

I shrug off the odd thought, and my focus comes back to her. That damn woman. Out of all the pretty women out there, I had to get stuck on a girl who had feelings for somebody else(most likely). I feel my facade crumble as I bury my face into welcoming hands. My glasses were skillfully put onto my lap so I could fall apart with out glasses poking me in the eyes. It is an unpleasant feeling; one that would not help my current situation.

The funny thing about life is, well, I don't know. That is what is so damn funny about it. I mean, I usually have a plan for this kind of thing. I have a plan for the future, I have a plan for right now - I even had a plan when I was 7 years old. It was to impress Father so I would achieve in life. Look how great that turned out to be - I'm sitting alone in a field of artificial flowers, having anything I want -except what I really want. And what I want is -

"Haruhi..." My mouth moved without thinking as I gasp. She is walking up to me, her eyes full of curiosity. I feel my mouth dry, and I have to lick my lips to help form the nonexistent words I am creating. I need to find my glasses. Where the heck are my glasses? I need to find my glasses. I really can see quite well without them, but I need them to cover up...myself.

I stand up, stupidly forgetting they were on my lap. I hear a small crunch and stare at my glasses...underneath my feet.

"Kyoya-senpai..." She says quietly and picks up the frames of my glasses. She stares at them, and the awkward silence takes place.

"Haruhi. I have been...um...wanting to discuss. Yes, discuss some issues concerning you." I say, and find myself rubbing the bridge of my nose. She sits down, and I stare down at her.

"Okay then. Is it about my debt?" She asks, then gesturing towards the glasses.

"Ah. You don't have to pay for those, it is my own fault."

My voice is weak, and it falters. What happened to Kyoya, the cool type? Why isn't he here right now? Now I am Kyoya, the insanely good-looking and wealthy dork. Minus the glasses.

"Okay then. What issues do you want to discuss?" She says it so simply, why the hell is that a turn-on? I mean, it was bad enough at the beach.

"Yes. Yes. Um. You have been affecting a certain classmate lately." I say stupidly; Kyoya, think of something cool to say.

"Really?" She says, and absent-mindedly chews on my glasses. I notice before she came into the Host Club she did that with her old glasses.

"Um. Yes. Frankly, you need to stop it."

"Stop what?" She asks, still chewing on my glasses. That use to be next to my ear. So, in a sense, her mouth would be on my ear at this moment. What I would give if she would - No. Kyoya. Stick to the plan. Focus. What would General say?

"Nevermind." I say quickly, too quickly. I turn but then fall back. Why the hell did that happen? I mean, I was on my own two feet and then I slipped on something. Now I am in an awkward situation with my love-interest. In the process of falling, I have managed to have Haruhi slid over my body and stare at me. She stares and doesn't get up. Why is this seeming so familiar? She smiles lightly at me, and hovers over me. Can she tell that I'm having an uncomfortable time in my pants? I gulp and lick my lips as I stare 'cooly' back at her.

"Kyoya-senpai. How about an apology?"

"Only...if you want it to add to your debt."

Yes! Kyoya, you are slowly gaining yourself back.

"Don't you love irony, Kyoya-senpai?" She states obviously, enjoying in something that she usually studies about.

"Would it add to say that I have something to gain from it now?"

"Eh?"

"You said last time that I had nothing to gain, or benefit from our last encounter," I begin smoothly, still my cheeks feel heated, "And now I can say I have something to gain?"

She stares at me, processing the information given. Her eyes widen, and I have a cool smirk on my face. I quickly grab her face, jolts of electricity are shocked through my fingers, and I kiss her. No annoying glasses in the way, no awkward first times. Probably because He hired a girlfriend at the age of 13 for me. He said it was so I would experience it now and not let it get to me in high school. I have two words for You - Screw you.

I forget to see if she is even responding, and my fingers comb through her hair as I continue our kiss. It seems heavenly. I have to break away from the chaste kiss, and I find my heart racing as I stare at her face. She has her eyes closed, I see her chest heaving faster. I see her face become redder. I see a smile from her face.

"And that is exactly what it means, Haruhi." I say simply before kissing her again.

So maybe the plan went down the drain. Maybe it doesn't matter that I can't recall the lines I rehearsed. I was now kissing Haruhi, and she was kissing me back.

A/N-Uploading isn't working for (neither are the dividers).I'm sorry for the long wait. I hope I supplied your needs for right now. The next one will be Tamaki, because Mori will be last. He is my favorite, so I save the best for last?

I hope to update soon, but I don't know if I can. If I can, I will. I'm starting school, and I have another fanfiction I'm working on, so I shall try my hardest.

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