I wrote this chapter a while ago and I've just now gotten around to uploading it. Sorry, I think it's kinda dull._. ... Please enjoy reading it!

Dislaimer: I don't own the characters.


That night Kyoya found himself regretting a decision he'd made when they first moved in. Haruhi had suggested that they get a couch that could turn into a bed.

"You never know when an emergency could pop up Kyoya."

He had debunked the idea confident that it wouldn't be necessary. "Haruhi, this house has enough rooms for more than 10 people. I highly doubt anybody will ever have to sleep in the living room."

"Shouldn't we at least have an extra storage bunk here somewhere? You know, full of blankets and things like that."

"We have rooms full of storage like that Haruhi."

".yeah but...well...Yeah I guess you're right. But better safe than sorry right?"

In the end they had opted out of it.

Boy was he sorry about that now. The couch was not comfortable to sleep in (well not as comfortable as the beds he was used to) and the damn couch cushions did not work as blankets (no matter how many of them he stacked on himself).

Needless to say, it was a very cold and uncomfortable night for Kyoya Ootori.


The next morning he woke up with a sore back. Even so he got up and went into the kitchen.

Haruhi awoke to various sounds of crashing objects.. She glanced at her bedside clock and saw that it was barely 8 in the morning. She sat up quickly when she heard Kyoya curse. Either he was extremely mad at her or just in a very bad mood. After all, it was still early in the morning. As soon as Haruhi was dressed and ready for the day she crept downstairs. No, she didn't regret forcing Kyoya to sleep on the couch. She wasn't scared of him either. As much as Kyoya did, he wouldn't hurt her physically. But the crashing and cursing couldn't be a good sign of Kyoya's mood. Haruhi had learned early in high school that it was better to steer clear of a moody Shadow King.

When Haruhi got downstairs she found an empty living room. 'Wait. The only other place Kyoya could be is the kitchen and…'

Kyoya came out of the kitchen coughing and waving away a cloud of smoke. Haruhi looked into the kitchen to see a beeping fire alarm and heaps of burned food.

'...he is a terrible cook' Sure, Kyoya could ace a pop quiz while sleepy and hungry. He could run a mile in less than 8 minutes without ending up with labored breathing and a soaked shirt. He could do almost anything he put his mind to...except cook.

When Kyoya noticed Haruhi he heaved a disappointed sigh. So much for surprising her with a nice breakfast meal. He's been up for hours trying to come up with something that was both easy to cook and delicious. Every time he found a suitable recipe he messed it up somehow. A couple of minutes before Haruhi showed up, he had seriously been considering just ordering food and claiming it as his cooking.

"Kyoya. You're a terrible cook, what were you doing in there!?"

The smoke was clearing now. Kyoya walked back into the kitchen and began to clean up his mess.

"I was cooking Haruhi." Even with his obvious failed attempts Kyoya managed to play it cool.

"That was not cooking. That was you trying to burn the house down...again."

He gave her an exasperated look at the mention of his first failed attempt at something like this.

*flashback*

Haruhi bolted up when she heard the fire alarm wailing. She frantically looked around for Kyoya. They were newlyweds (about 1 month) he shouldn't be disappearing so soon…..

"KYOYA!?"

She ran downstairs quickly checking every room for Kyoya. At this point the fire alarm had stopped beeping. Haruhi finally found Kyoya in the kitchen. She took one glance at him and started laughing.

Kyoya was wearing the pink apron her father had given him that said "Kiss the Cook. I'm fabulous." He had a look of concentration plastered on his face and he was peeling pancake batter off it. When he heard her laughter he glared at her.

"I'm sorry but I don't see what's particularly funny here."

Instead of responding Haruhi clutched her stomach. It was starting to hurt with all that laughter.

"I was trying to make you breakfast in bed. I thought you'd like some pancakes and a milkshake…" he said indignantly.

Haruhi kept laughing until finally Kyoya gave in and laughed along with her.

*flashback end•

Kyoya walked out of the kitchen again ( it still smelled like smoke). "I'm sure I can make a decent meal on my own...I just need practice."

"No. Kyoya I'll make breakfast. I always do anyways. Just go to your office or something. Here," she handed him all of the keys "take them."

Kyoya took the keys then remembered his resolution and handed them back. "No. Haruhi I'm making breakfast today for exactly that reason. Go enjoy your free time. I can do this."

With that Kyoya walked back into the kitchen. He was going to make edible food for her if it was the last thing he did.

Half an hour later Kyoya called Haruhi into the kitchen. He had two bowls and two mugs. He set them down on the table.

Haruhi stared at the contents in them. Then she looked back at a pleased looking Kyoya who was now seated next to her at the table.

"I told you I could do it."

"Ramen Noodles and instant coffee don't count Kyoya."

"Of course they do. They're edible and tasty."

"Yeah, but you don't COOK it...At least not how you would cook regular food."

"It's a start. Dig in!"

Haruhi stared at Kyoya for awhile as he began eating his food quite joyfully.

For a minute her old feelings for him came back. She felts a sense of pride for him. (Not to mention attraction. How could someone look so adorable eating noodles?). Before the feelings could make her reach out and brush his hair out of his eyes (like she used to) she forced them down again. If they were getting a divorce her feelings had to go.

Suddenly Kyoya looked up at her. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"What? Oh. Yes, I am." Haruhi made a point of stuffing some noodles in her mouth.

"How's it taste?"

"Like Ramen noodles."

"I'll take that as a success then."

"Mhm."

Kyoya wondered if maybe it was the appropriate time to tell her about the plans he'd made for them. Haruhi had stopped talking so he figured it wa a good way to fill the silence.

"So Haruhi… There's a new museum that just opened. We should go and see some exhibits."

"Why? Does the Ootori group have some sort of tie to the owners or something?"

Kyoya pretended to miss the bitterness in her voice and continued to talk about business. He watched as Haruhi glumly ate her noodles. So that was it.

"Haruhi."

She looked up.

"Why didn't you just tell me that was what was bothering you."

Confused, Haruhi could only say one thing "what?"

"My work. That's why you want a divorce isn't it?"

"Oh that's what. Well no, Kyoya that isn't it. I'm all for you expanding your father's business. Go ahead and achieve your goal of becoming heir. Just don't expect me to be by your side when you do."

Kyoya was stunned. She wasn't being sarcastic.

Haruhi got up and washed her bowl and cup.

"By the way, the noodles were undercooked and the coffee was way too bitter." With that last comment (fully intended to hurt his feelings) Haruhi left the kitchen.

"At least I tried!" Kyoya called after her. He hoped she got the ambigous meaning.


Did you guys get the double meaning? I hope so XD. I might not have been clear enough. That's what they're always telling me anyway…

I know there was no progress. Sorry! I think I'm going to focus more on the other story for now but while I'll mainly update that one I'll still write for this one. And I'll try ro upload too.