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Only Haruhi

By: Kalachuchi

Haruhi was in a foul mood. Everyone inside the quaint restaurant could feel the ominous aura surrounding her that reached even inside the cold kitchen. But no one dared to open his or her mouths to comment on it because her husband, Ootori Kyoya, was sitting beside her after all. They all value their business status – more importantly their lives – and no one would dare risk annoy the young heir.

Kyoya wouldn't have spoken about Haruhi's tantrum too if not for the uneasy tension in the air that was messing with his plan. Across them sat the prospective business partner he had been working with for a couple of months now. The closing of a promising business deal was on the line. He cleared his throat.

"Haruhi," he began calmly," you're ruining everyone's dinner."

A pair of brown eyes flashed dangerously at him. "Who's ruining what?" she asked through gritted teeth.

Everyone who was sitting within a five-meter radius quickly backed away. Kyoya pushed up his glasses.

"Are you still angry? I already apologized, didn't I?"

"And who told you I'm still angry?" she snapped. "I'm not."

Somewhere across the street, a lamppost suddenly burst. Kyoya glanced at her plate. The mutilated crabs were pushed to the side and the strawberry cake, which was baked especially for her, was untouched. If this goes on, he could kiss the deal goodbye.

"I already said I'm sorry. Listen Haruhi, this deal is very important to me. I'll do anything you want, just don't sabotage this night."

She glared at him. He did his darnedest to look sincere.

"Anything?" she repeated slowly.

The unusual glint in her eyes made Ootori Kyoya hesitate, but not too long. A fuming Haruhi was never, never a good sight for business. He nodded.

"Anything."

Haruhi slowly smiled up at him. Kyoya felt a strange sense of foreboding.

The servants of the Ootori Mansion believed in miracles. They had seen and lived through such marvels ever since a Fujioka Haruhi was first introduced into the family. The next morning was no exception. A couple of the cleaning maids did a double take when they saw the young Master going down the stairs, already dressed up.

After all, Ootori Kyoya already awake as early as eight AM and not in a bad mood was indeed a miracle.

"You're up early today, young Master," greeted one of them. Of course someone had to greet him. The other one was still in a state of shock.

"Yes. I had a… wake-up call," he said dryly as Haruhi walked past him.

"Come on," she urged, looking up at him expectantly. Kyoya could only sigh.

"Why can't we just go inside that restaurant?" Kyoya pressed. "At least then we'd know where our tea came from, unlike from that." He muttered, staring at her pointedly. "Who knows what bacteria we could get from that thing?" He frowned. "I bet it doesn't even have insurance."

"What are you talking about?" She gave him a strange look. "It's just a vending machine."

He glared at the offending apparatus. "Well it doesn't look very sanitary to me."

Haruhi rolled her eyes. "Never mind. Just give me some quarters so I can get us some drinks." She held out her hand.

"Quarters?"

"Yes."

He plucked a gold card from his shirt pocket and handed it to her. She blinked at his hand.

"Kyoya, this isn't like a cash register. You can't use your credit card here."

He stopped short and stared at her hard. "You mean there are still places that don't accept cards?" he asked in utter disbelief. He glanced at the machine thoughtfully. "Hmm…"

She sighed and took out her own purse.

"Is this really popular among commoners?" he asked as she watched her put some coins in the slot.

"Eh?" She shrugged. "I think so."

"Tell me again why I agreed to go with you here," Kyoya murmured as he looked around the mall, trying to find something else interesting.

"Because you said you'd do anything. And I've wanted to watch this movie since last week."

"That's why I told you we should just wait for the DVD to come out."

"And besides," she continued, blithely ignoring his words. "You definitely need a break from all that work."

His attention was drawn to the can of juice rolling out of the slot. He watched in quiet fascination as she picked it up and handed it to him. "Here."

Kyoya accepted her offer grudgingly.

"Haruhi, what do you call that?"

She stopped and followed his gaze. "That's a neo print, like, you know a photo booth. You insert some coins and it will take your picture and you can put them on stickers too."

He stared at the sample pictures posted on the booth's wall, then at a couple more someone jokingly stuck on the trash bin. "Why would anyone want to have their faces on a sticker?"

Haruhi smiled. "Maybe they just feel like it." She took his hand. "Come on. Let's try it out."

A flicker of emotion ran across his face. "No."

"Party pooper," she teased, poking him on the side.

"I wouldn't be caught dead doing that," he declared as he turned around. "Let's go Haruhi, before anyone sees us. It would – "

A hand gripped his wrist tightly. "Kyoya."

A chill ran down his spine as he looked at her and saw that same glint in her eyes she wore last night.

"You promised."

"Oh look, you're so cute here Kyoya," Haruhi gushed as they looked at the finished pictures.

"Hmm…" He pushed his glasses up and quickened his pace. She hurried after him.

"Where are you going? We're still going to watch the movie, remember?" Haruhi frowned.

"I remember. That's why we're headed for the cinemas right now," he replied wearily. And as Haruhi paused to peer inside a window store, Kyoya knew he had learned a valuable lesson. Never would he irk Ootori Haruhi by leaving the fridge empty of ootoro ever again.