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Valentine's Day

By: Kalachuchi

Ootori Kyoya was the type of person who always planned ahead. He didn't believe in letting things go by as they happen.

He knows that if you want something, you should do everything in your power to get it. But sometimes, even the power of the Shadow King could not control everything in this world. Like Haruhi's cold, for example.

He noticed it as Haruhi stared longingly at the can of ice cream in the fridge during breakfast.

"Instead of melting that with your gaze, why don't you take it out and eat it?" Kyoya suggested, eyeing her over the newspaper he was holding.

"I can't," she sniffed. "I hab a cod."

He immediately dropped the paper on the table and stared at her. "You're not feeling well?"

She coughed in reply.

"Does that mean you can't go with me to the business party tomorrow night?" he demanded.

She nodded miserably.

He leaned back on the chair, looking awfully worried. "And here I thought I could finally convince Mr. Cheng for a deal," he murmured.

"So I wad needed only for bisnes", she muttered. "You cud till go, you no."

"Well, he's quite a sucker for commoner things. I thought that if you tell him stories and charm him with your commoner ways, he'll be more than willing to deal with me." He frowned at her. "But you have to go and catch a cold."

"Id's nod like I wan-ned to," she protested, rubbing her already red nose.

He sighed. "Looks like I have to think of another plan."

She sneezed.

"Have you taken something for that already?" he asked.

"Yed."

He stared at her with her red nose and pale cheeks. He stood up, headed for the cabinet on the side and returned holding a box with the Ootori mark on the front.

"Here. This contains the most effective medicine for common colds," he said as he placed it in front of her. She looked at the box then at him, a surprised look on her face.

"Tank you," she murmured.

"Don't mention it." He pushed up his glasses. "I just don't want to catch it from you."

"Ah." She sighed. "I dee."

Kyoya nodded at the greetings he received as he headed for his office the next morning. He frowned as he looked around, taking in the ambiance and design of his surroundings. But he didn't bother to comment on it anymore. As long as everyone was doing their job, it didn't matter what they wear or do.

He was checking his emails when his secretary entered the room.

"Excuse me sir. There was a call from the Business magazine asking if they could have an interview with you. You're free on Wednesday afternoon, around two to five. Would you like to accommodate them?"

He paused, thinking about it. "Sure. That would be fine."

"Yes sir."

"Izumi."

"Yes?"

"Why is almost everyone wearing red? Is this some kind of a new dress code?"

She stifled a grin. "Uh, no sir. Actually, today is Valentine's Day. I guess everyone just wanted to get in the mood."

Valentine's Day. His eyes briefly glanced at the calendar on the table before frowning. Of course. Back in the Host Club, this day was the busiest day of the year. Swooning girls everywhere… hosts working in full mode… lots of merchandise sold… How could he have forgotten it? Was he working that hard?

"You may go."

She left the room with a very thoughtful Kyoya inside it. He wondered if Haruhi even remembered what day it was. Probably not. A plan suddenly formed in his mind as he slowly picked up the phone.

He found her sitting on the bed with a very thick law book on her hands. She was too engrossed in what she was reading that she didn't notice him as he walked towards her.

"Haruhi." She quickly looked up. "You're supposed to be resting."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm fine. The medicine you gave me was quite potent. And besides," she looked at him meaningfully, "it seems that everyone here was under strict orders to not let me do anything but rest. I can't even go out of this room."

He pushed his glasses up. "Is that so?"

She sighed. "What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be going to that business party?"

"How are you feeling?" he asked abruptly.

"Better than yesterday. Why aren't you -?"

"Then let's go. I have something to show you."

"Huh?"

The cost of the decorations that filled the entire Ootori Hall and the fountain situated in the middle was more than an average person's yearly salary. The curtains and lights were about a six-month pay, while the twenty-person orchestra and the caterers from an international restaurant's worth were… well, worth more than anything Haruhi could ever imagine. Flowers adorned the walls, its scents filling the air. But it was the look on her face as she saw the transformation of the empty Ootori Hall into a beautiful, almost fairytale-like setting that convinced Kyoya his plan was working.

"Haruhi?" he prompted.

"Where am I?" she muttered as the orchestra began to play.

"It's Valentine's Day, you know."

"I know that, Kyoya. But really, you shouldn't have gone through all this," she said exasperated. "Just how much did you spend for this night? I mean, renting an orchestra for crying out loud. Do you think rich people like you can just throw away your money like some – "

He gently turned her around. "And that's the buffet table. I've ordered the best seafood cuisine just for this night."

Haruhi's eyes widened at the piles of dishes across her, all glittering and tempting in her eyes.

"Well." He pushed up his glasses. "Since you couldn't come to the party, I brought the party here for you."

Haruhi slowly looked at him, eyes softening at what he had said (or probably because of the buffet table; Kyoya's still not too sure). She smiled at him as her face radiated with pure happiness.

"Thank you."

He merely pushed his glasses up again.

"May I have this dance?" Kyoya asked as he offered his hand. Haruhi looked up from her third plate that night and smiled at him. She placed her hand over his and they walked over to the dance floor. He gently placed one hand on her waist as the other held her hand tightly. Suddenly, rose petals began to slowly fall on them, like soft snow during winter. He could almost read what was running through her mind, as she looked at the ceiling in awed disbelief.

"When did you plan all this?" she asked curiously.

"This morning."

"And you managed all of this within hours?" she asked incredulously.

"I've had my practice."

She looked at him confused.

"In case you have forgotten, I was the one handling jobs like this back in the Host Club."

A look of understanding crossed her face. "Ah. Of course. But didn't you want to talk to that Mr. Cheng? What will happen to the deal?"

"Well…" Kyoya paused, pondering at the question. "I have no idea when it comes to commoner things and anyway, I could talk to him any day I want. Besides this day only happens once a year. Might as well celebrate it with you, " he added, almost reluctantly.

She blinked.

They fell silent as they continued to dance. He could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo and felt the softness of her hand against his cold ones. His grip tightened.

"I have a gift for you too," Haruhi said suddenly. Kyoya stopped to look at her.

Now, that's a surprise. He didn't even know she considered Valentine's as a holiday.

"You shouldn't have."

She shook her head. "No, it's okay. Although it took me a while before I managed to have it done." She quickly went to get her present back in their room and returned after a minute. "Here."

Kyoya accepted the rectangular black box from her and slowly began to unwrap it. He never expected Haruhi to do something like this. He had always thought that Haruhi has no romantic notions or whatsoever and that she was the type to scoff at a day like this one. The gift-wrap fell on the ground. He slowly opened the box and saw… eyeglasses exactly like his. He blinked. Glasses?

"Well?" She looked at him, waiting for a response.

Kyoya opened his mouth but found that he had nothing to say. He should have known to receive something like that from her. It wasn't like he was expecting something more; it's just that to receive a pair of glasses from your wife on Valentine's Day was… well, different from most people's experience. But Haruhi being Haruhi, it should be no surprise. He cleared his throat.

"Thank you," was all he could manage. He gave her a small smile. "It's…lovely."

Haruhi's shoulders dropped. "You don't like it."

"No. I do," he replied, almost too quickly.

She bit her lip. "I'm sorry. I couldn't think of anything else to give you. You have everything."

"It's all right, Haruhi. No one has ever given me this before. I really find it… interesting."

He didn't know what the word interesting meant in Haruhi's vocabulary, but it seemed it was enough to reassure her. She gave him a smile, looking a bit relieved at what he said.

"I'm glad. I just thought that you would be happy to have that."

"May I ask why you chose to give this to me?" he asked curiously.

She looked at him as if he should already know the answer. "Well, I thought that you need it."

"I need it?"

"Yes." She blinked at him. "It seems your glasses slip frequently so I had them tighten the screws so you won't have to push them up all the time." She did an innocent imitation of Kyoya pushing up his glasses. "See, I thought that maybe you need a new pair and I bought one for you."

He stared at her. Hearing the reason, he felt it almost bordered on the absurd. But somehow, he knew it was her own way of showing her concern for him. And although the reason for that habit was not because he needed a new pair, he pushed his glasses up and nodded.

"You're right. It seems I do need them." He took it off and put on the new one she bought. He glanced at her.

"It looks good," she said.

So maybe he was still right about Haruhi having no romantic notions, but it was enough to make him feel they were on a real date and having Haruhi remember him on a day like this, well, it was already something. He took a step closer to her.

"Haruhi."

"Hmm?"

"This is the best gift I've ever received." A rare genuine smile filled his face before he leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her cheek. "Thank you."

Her hand rose to touch the spot where their skin met, blinking her wide, wide eyes. "You're welcome," she replied, smiling back.

He took her hand and they headed back to the table.

Kyoya was still awake at two in the morning. Beside him on the bed, Haruhi was sleeping soundly. He typed as quietly as he could on his laptop so as to not wake her up. He stifled a yawn before continuing with his computations.

So after all that was said and done, Kyoya's bank account obtained a loss of 750,000 yen. From the imported roses down to the lights, from the furniture and the fountain, from the caterers and the orchestra – he knew it was not going to be cheap. A sigh escaped his lips. But he did not regret spending a single cent.

Haruhi stirred in her sleep and turned facing him. Kyoya watched her, a peaceful look on her face. A lock of brown hair covered her eyes and he tentatively brushed it away with his hand. His gaze was drawn to the bedside table where the box of his new glasses was lying on. He shut his laptop and lay down. He wrapped an arm over Haruhi's waist before closing his eyes to sleep.

Yes, everything was all worth it.