HHiiii! So my only source of typing has been out of commission for a while *sigh* but I finally regained it! Thankfully I had all of these files saved in my Google docs. Anyway, the goal was 3k and it was nearly met! I hope this made up for the lack of updates although it feels like the story is going too slowly? What do you guys think?

Thank you so much for reading and not giving up on this story:D

Disclaimer: I do not own OHHC but I sure wish I was creative enough to.


The hosts glanced at each other awkwardly through the frozen fog around them. It was very much like the time Haruhi and Tamaki had fought in the beach house except this time the fight was between two people who would probably never admit they did wrong.

Haruhi and Kyoya had been silent for almost 5 minutes already and their friends were really at a loss of what to do. He was writing into his notebook and she was staring at her food as if it was the most interesting thing ever.

Hikaru glared at Tamaki. Kaoru gave the leader a rather hurtful nudge on the ribs. Tamaki shook his head determined to let the couple resolve the conflict on their own, however Honey had began to give him puppy dog eyes and Mori stared at him solemnly.

Tamaki sighed, regretting the day he named himself the official host club mediator and king.
He began somewhat cautiously, "so...Haruhi, didn't you have news for Kyoya?"

'News?' Kyoya lifted his head from his notebook. What were these news and why hadn't he heard them first?

Haruhi glanced at Tamaki reluctantly, unwilling to be the first to speak but still with lingering excitement at the thought of what she had to share. At the moment she really despised her husband, but that would wear off as soon as she told him the news. It was already wearing off. "Right…" Mustering up the bits of excitement rebuilding in her, she turned to look at him. "Kyoya guess what?"

Kyoya turned to look at her properly for the first time that day, somewhat surprised at her sudden change in attitude but still a little irked. The news must be something big although he couldn't imagine what could be bigger than a done business deal (which he just so happened to be waiting on). "What?"

"You know how I told you I felt a little sick a week or two ago and so I went to the doctor?

He stared at her blankly.

She grimaced a little before continuing. So what if he didn't remember that? He'd definitely remember what was coming next. "Well, I did. And I went back today for the results. " she paused to calm down. "Kyoya, we-"

A phone rang and Kyoya immediately answered it. "Hello? Yes... I thought it was in an hour?...I see. That's fine I'll be there in 10. Goodbye. " He turned to the hosts. "I'm sorry but it seems that I have to go."

"Go?" Haruhu's eyes flashed dangerously. They were so fierce that the hosts flinched, but of course, Kyoya was far from having noticed it. "Kyoya you're supposed to be on a vacation." Her voice trembled with anger. She was upset. Beyond upset!

And confused.

Why couldn't he just take the time to be with her? It wasn't supposed to be like this!
He promised her it wouldn't be like this...

"I know, but it seems that I am needed. You know how impatient businessmen can be."

She certainly knew how heartless they could be.

"Haruhi the news!" The twins egged her on.

"Kyoya-"

"I'm sorry. I promise I'll hear what you have to say when I get back."

He picked up his coat, brushed her cheek in a hurried kiss and walked briskly towards the door, already calling the driver.

Haruhi was left sitting in her chair, stunned. He brushed her off...He just...left... again.

"We're going to be parents Kyoya..." she finished.

Hikaru and Kaoru gripped each other's hands under the table to control themselves, something they hadn't done in years.

Honey and Mori were equally pensive and silent, almost as if they were at a funeral.

Tamaki stared after Kyoya with disappointment. Then he turned to Haruhi who seemed to be slumped in defeat. He wanted to help them, but at the moment all he could do was feel wistful.

Could things have turned out differently?

Would everybody be happier if only…

Tamaki shook his head, now disappointed in himself. Kyoya was his best friend and Haruhi was Kyoya's wife. Tamaki was determined to help them.


Kyoya surveyed the coffee shop before him. Where was that table again? Was it on the left side? Maybe the right side? Or was it the middle? Kyoya scowled. Remembering things shouldn't be this hard. He was an Ootori for crying out loud! Where was his black notebook?

Searching his pocket for the mini notebook (because travel size was much more convenient than full size for occasions like these), Kyoya stepped to the side of the door to let the, now impatient, line of customers in.

"Let's see...when was the last time I came here?" Kyoya found himself flipping page after page of notes. Did he write too much or had he not visited the coffee shop often enough?

"I'm sure we planned to come here once a month. I remember it's every tenth..." He continued flipping through seemingly endless (and now, seemingly useless) annotations about some meeting or other until he finally found a page that mentioned the coffee shop.

"Aha, let's see...Haruhi used my credit card to pay for any orders going in for an entire day. She seemed upset for some reason but I can't fathom why. (If anything I should be upset.) Even if I inquired about what was wrong she most likely wouldn't answer. It's not like I have the time to do so anyway since I have a meeting in about an hour. We will finally discuss the finishing arrangements for the new Ootori Resort..." he stopped reading as he realized that yet another ramble about work was going to start. Slightly more irritated, he once again commenced an expedition to find any sort of clue that he might have written down observations pertaining to the location of the hosts' table but soon gave up. He had reached the first page of his notebook anyway.

Groaning, he slumped into a nearby chair and put his head down. 'How is it possible that the last time I wrote anything about this place was a year ago?'

"Um sir" A hesitant attendant tapped his shoulder. Kyoya mumbled an incoherent sentence that could have been, "what do you want? I'm busy here".

"Sir are you okay? Do you need any sort of medical assistance or perhaps a glass of water?" The attendant winced as Kyoya lifted his head off of the table and removed his glasses. He had red glasses imprints near his eyes and on the bridge of his nose. It was a rather unflattering look.

"Actually I am in need of assistance." While he cleaned his glasses, Kyoya asked the attendant if he knew where the the hosts' regular table was.

"Um hosts?"

Kyoya put his glasses back on. "Yes hosts."

At the commoner's blank look Kyoya went on.
"Do you know who the Hitachiins are? Perhaps you've heard of the Haninozukas and Morinozukas? Certainly you are aware of whom the Suohs are?"

The attendant gave a nod of recognition. "Oh, of course!"

"Well, do you know what table they usually reserve?"

The attendant smiled the way a grown up would smile at a little kid that had just asked if oranges and apples were cousins. "I think you have the wrong coffee shop sir."

"That is highly improbable. I'm sure they come here every month on the tenth." Kyoya had no idea what table they sat at but he was sure they met on the tenth. It was a day before his marriage anniversary.

The attendant shook his head, still with the amused smile. "I am sorry but they have never walked through our doors."

Kyoya arched an eyebrow.
"However much they bribed you with, I can pay more."

At this the attendant balked. "Excuse me? I have worked here for a while now so I think I would notice if the richest men in Japan walked past the cashier stand. Furthermore, I am not the type of person to be bribed."

Kyoya blinked once, twice. "I see..." He looked at the attendant, slightly less sure of himself. "I still believe this is the coffee shop they visit. "

"Then I wish you the best since it seems that your memory may be faulty sir. With all due respect, I would like to advise you to be a little more observant because I can assure you, this is not the coffee shop you are looking for." The attendant gave Kyoya a curt nod before walking away to the next table where a young woman seemed to be crying.

Kyoya sighed, once again laying his head on the table in an attempt to recollect his thoughts.

Great. He had no notes or recollection of where the hell they sat AND he might be in the wrong coffee shop!

"Ms., do you need anything?" He heard the attendant say. Geez was that the guy's job or was he just nosy?

"That depends, does this place have anything for heartbreak?"

Kyoya stood up and turned to exit. Maybe he had notes in an old notebook. The young lady (around Haruhi's age probably) sniffled and wiped her tears as the attendant stood there awkwardly, unsure of what the response to that should be.

Kyoya reached into his pants pocket. Obviously he'd offended the guy, might as well buy something for him to apologize. (After all, he couldn't have the attendant off running his mouth about how rude the third Ootori son was. But that was besides the point.)

The young woman noticed the attendant's uncomfortable stance and offered a weak, apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I just went through a- well, let's just say that even if somebody promises something, it doesn't mean they'll do it. I guess I should have known better."

Kyoya tensed up at those words, fighting the urge to run to the woman and ask her what he did wrong. He would look like a madman. Reminding himself that even though the woman sounded like her, she wasn't Haruhi, he turned back to look at her. At the same moment she looked up at him, eyes swollen, black bags under them as if she hadn't slept in days. Her gaze drifted past him blankly and went on to look at the man behind him. The man walked towards her and sat down. She reached up to tie her hair in a half hearted attempt at a ponytail as the man approached her. The woman tried unsuccessfully to inconspicuously wipe her eyes. The man didn't appear to notice anyway. He had begun talking, impatient, as if he couldn't wait to get the conversation over with.

Kyoya studied her expression and state. She was downtrodden, as if all of her spirit had been sucked out. It was apparent by her grimace that the man had said something that disappointed her, as if he had not seen something she wanted him to. The more Kyoya studied the pair, the more he was sure of the fact that the man was the cause of her heartbreak.

Then Kyoya realized (more like wondered) something.
Had Haruhi ever looked or felt like this?
She seemed so composed and fearless all of the time but...what if she had gone through a tough time without him to comfort her? What if this was why she hated him?
Then a truly terrifying thought entered his mind.
What if he had caused the suffering?

He cursed silently because based on the content in his notebook, the chance that HE was like that asshole...

It was bigger than the chance of Honey winning a cake eating contest.


Haruhi took a deep breath before daring to face her friends again. "Well, I guess I'll just tell him later then, haha." she said in an airy voice. This only caused an exchange of worried glances.

"Oh come on guys. It's not a big deal. I mean, there's still plenty of time to tell him."

Tamaki smiled in an attempt to help her clear the air. "You're right! That'll be even better because you two will be alone and obviously this should be a moment especially for you two. Congratulations Haruhi!"

The twins simply turned away, unable to face her without feeling disgust at Kyoya. Honey and Mori wore identical, unreadable expressions.

Tamaki continued, " You know, now that I think about it, it's been awhile since we visited Ranka, why don't we head over there? After all, I doubt he'll be very happy to know that he was the last to hear the news."

Haruhi shook her head and feigned a yawn. "No thanks. I'm a little worn out. I'll see you guys later then."

"I'll take you home." Tamaki offered, jingling his keys eagerly. He had recently earned his driver's license after all (even though there was really no need since he had chauffeurs.)

Haruhi thanked him but told him she'd rather not risk being the passenger of a new, overly excited, driver. Of course, this flew into one ear and out the other as Tamaki registered her answer as an affirmative.

"I'll wait for you outside!"

Haruhi sighed.

"We better get going too guys. Takashi has to catch up with Hana-chan and I've got a dojo opening to attend." Honey hugged every member and Mori patted Haruhi's head then nodded at the rest.

Hikaru blew a strand of hair out of his face before standing up and stretching. "Well I guess it's time to go then." Hikaru turned to face his brother.

"Yeah. You go ahead I've got to talk to Haruhi for a second."

Hikaru shrugged in an attempt to act nonchalant even though he knew he'd interrogate Kaoru later. The four took their leave.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

Kaoru faced her, the usual mischievous gleam in his eyes was gone. "Haruhi, you have to promise me you won't do anything crazy okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...don't cut up his clothes or lock him out without any blankets or something."

"You know I'd never-"

" I'm just...I'm just letting you know that you always have us to comfort you okay? You've got five sets of shoulders to cry on. Five sets of friends who can cheer you up in different ways and who would drop everything to do so."

She wished her husband was one of them.

"So if you feel like breaking down, come to one- or all - of us okay? You know we'll always be here." His green eyes searched for a sign of agreement from her.

Her eyes were cast downwards again. "I know. Thanks Kaoru."

He pretended to be offended. "Well that's offensive. After all these years, you still think Kaoru is the most sensitive one?" He joked.

This evoked a genuine smile from Haruhi. "Oh please. I may not see you guys every day anymore, but I KNOW you're is still the most sensitive one Kaoru."

"I'm telling you, I'm Hikaru."

"And I'm telling you, you can't fool me." Haruhi gave him her famous 'I can see right through you' smile and Kaoru admitted defeat.

"By the way, do you think you could ride with Tamaki and I? Something tells me that if I'm going to cry anytime soon, it'll be over sheer terror for my life."


"I'm telling you, if you're going to get through this you need to talk it out."

"Fine, but is this really necessary?" Haruhi jumped off of the therapy chair bed thingy. "I mean," she gestured around the room. "I don't feel comfortable here."

"But it's a therapy room! A place where you are in complete confidence and nothing you say is repeated outside of here unless you want to it to be." Tamaki finished in a soothing, almost dreamy, tone.

Haruhi pointed at a diploma above Tamaki's "therapy desk". "When did you take a psychology course?"

"My point is Haruhi, you can talk to me."

She bit her lip. It would be only fair since he was letting her stay there. Listen Tamaki, you're my best friend, but you're also Kyoya's. I just really don't want to get you involved and have one or both of us angry at you in the end."

"That's exactly why you should tell me! So that we can all end up happy and live together with all the little Kyoyas and Haruhis running around in cute little diapers!"

She smiled sadly at his fantasy. That's right, he didn't know. Nobody outside of the doctor's office knew. If she told anybody about it, she wasn't sure if she could maintain her sanity any longer with all the pitying looks she'd definitely receive.

"...so tell me child...what is wrong?"

"I'm not a child. But fine I'll tell you...as soon as we come back from our lunch meeting."

"Oh! Is today the tenth?"

"Yup."

"But wait, aren't you avoiding Kyoya?" He took realized how bad that probably sounded so he rephrase his question. "I mean, you guys should definitely see each other soon, but it seems to be a little too soon." Those two were definitely still at a risk of killing each other with words.

"I'd be worried if I didn't know Kyoya won't be there. I'll be surprised if he remembers our monthly meetings are today. And if he does remember, he definitely doesn't know what cafe we go to." She'd be even more surprised if he remembered that their anniversary was tomorrow.

"Are you sure? You know Kyoya is a smart, stubborn guy. If he really wants to find you, he will eventually.

Haruhi shrugged, as if she wasn't beginning to doubt herself. Of course she knew how Kyoya was. But there was no way he'd show up.

He rarely did before she wanted a divorce. He had almost gotten rid of her, the person keeping him from what he could have had by now, why would he want to show up now?


Thank you again for reading!