Kanoi: GOMEN!!!! I've had this chapter done for ages but I just haven't been able to update it. Things kept coming up and life is finally hitting a semi-calm spot that allows me to update.
Hikaru: Ahhhhhhh. How I have missed my public.
Kaoru: They're not here for you Hikaru, they are here for Kanoi's story.
Hikaru: Ah, you and that psycho author can believe what you want. My adoring fans and I know better, right ladies? –winks suggestively-
Kanoi: Oh shut up. –covers Hikaru's mouth with duct tape-
Kaoru: Now as you all thank Kanoi for silencing my egotistical twin-
Kanoi: And lover! Kaoru: -blushes- Kanoi: -grins-
Kaoru: -covers Kanoi's mouth with duct tape- As I was saying, please take note that Kanoi does not own Ouran. Though if you want, you can always push her off a cliff for her lewd comments.
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Haruhi grunted in frustration as she tugged at her dress. She felt her husband's arm slide around her shoulders and his worried violet eyes boring into her.
"What is wrong, Haruhi?" Tamaki asked his fidgeting wife.
"I'm too fat for this dress," Haruhi grumbled.
The blonde couldn't help the sunny laugh that escaped him at his wife's complaint.
"I wouldn't expect that from you," Tamaki explained jovially to his pouting wife, "Besides, you're pregnant."
"Same thing," Haruhi commented with a pout.
Tamaki smiled in amusement as his wife moodily and clumsily (poor girl wasn't used to the awkwardness her growing belly caused) exited the limo. Tamaki, as if to spite her (though not consciously), gracefully slid out and followed the brunette. When Tamaki arrived to stand next to his wife on the Ohtori's opulent doorstep the door was already opening. An elderly butler greeted the Suohs, took their coats, and led them to the front parlor where they found Kyoya sitting with a drink in his hand.
"Ohtori-san, your guests have arrived," the butler announced and then took his leave.
"Kyoya!" Tamaki exclaimed as he leapt towards his friend to give him some sort of hug-tackle hybrid. Haruhi winced when the dark hair man's glass almost went flying from his hand.
"Is everything okay?" the pregnant woman asked Kyoya as she pried her whining husband away from him.
"Yes," Kyoya answered with a sigh, "Sako just tried to murder me is all."
The other couple just gave the Ohtori successor understanding looks.
"I did not try to kill you," chided Sakamoto from the doorway.
Kyoya stood and stared at his wife incredulously.
"You threw an egg at my head!" the normally composed man shouted at his wife.
Said wife simply rolled her eyes. "An egg to the head would not kill you Kyoya," Sakamoto said patiently before fixing her husband with an absolutely venomous look. "Besides, I wouldn't have had to throw anything at you in the first place if you hadn't stepped foot into my kitchen!"
"I wanted to get the drinks and ice for when Tamaki and Haruhi got here," Kyoya explained in defense.
"Why? Haruhi is pregnant, she can't drink alcohol," Sakamoto argued in irritation.
"Because it's polite," Kyoya countered, "besides, I didn't say I was only getting alcohol."
"Well you didn't get any drinks!" cried the woman.
"Because you threw an egg at me!"
"You should have just sent one of the servants, Kyoya," Sakamoto scolded her husband.
"And subject them to that?" Kyoya almost-shouted incredulously.
Sakamoto opened her mouth to retort but was interrupted by Haruhi saying, "I'm starving, when will dinner be ready?"
The chef seemed to completely forget her husband and turned to her house guests with a beautiful smile.
"Oh, of course! Just a moment!" she said before quickly scurrying back into the kitchen.
The other three left let out sighs of relief. Crisis partially averted. One thing about Kyoya's wife, the only thing really, that marred the woman's otherwise even temper and personality was her reaction to someone entering the kitchen while she was cooking. Haruhi supposed it was a chef thing. The woman even had trouble handing the reins over to her hired chef at her restaurant.
Kyoya turned to his friends and apologized, "As you probably heard I was unable to get any drinks for you; I apologize."
"It's okay," Haruhi assured him.
"Yes, it is enough that you would risk your life for us like that, Kyoya," Tamaki added dramatically.
A young maid stepped into the room and bowed politely to her employer and guests.
"Sakamoto-san wished me to inform you that dinner is ready," she said.
"Thank you, Taiki-kun. You may take off for the rest of the night," Kyoya told his maid.
"Thank you, Ohtori-san," the maid said before leaving.
!#$&()
Haruhi and Tamaki stared in awe and longing at the food placed before them.
"I hope it's to your liking," Sakamoto said as she smiled at them from across the rather informal table.
"How could it not be?" Haruhi asked in awe, causing Sakamoto to giggle lightly.
Tamaki turned with questioning eyes to his friend who has already begun to eat.
Without looking at the blonde Kyoya asked," What is it Tamaki?"
"How do you not get incredibly fat, Kyoya?" the blonde asked.
Sakamoto started laughing more while Kyoya sighed in irritation.
!#$&()
"So how is the pregnancy coming along, Haruhi?" Sakamoto asked with a smile as she accepted the tea handed to her by the butler from earlier in the evening.
"Tiring," was the other woman's answer.
"And how are you and Tamaki getting along?" Sakamoto asked as she took a sip of her tea.
Haruhi glanced in irritation at her husband before answering, "That's debatable," which of course sent her husband into one of his "dark corner" moments. "All I can is that I hope out child does not inherit his air-headedness."
"And I hope she doesn't receive your cold heat, Haruhi," Tamaki sniffled.
Kyoya looked up in mild interest. "She? I wasn't aware you had found out the sex of the baby."
Haruhi smiled sheepishly and explained, "Oh, we don't know for sure, it's just a feeling we have."
"A woman's intuition is strongest, especially a mother's," Kyoya said with a slight smile.
"Indeed," Kyoya's wife agreed.
She set down her tea cup and looked between Haruhi and Tamaki. She sighed.
"I'm slightly jealous," Sakamoto admitted.
"Jealous?" the other couple parroted in unison.
Sakamoto nodded. "Watch this," she said.
Kyoya watched in suspicion as his wife looked at him with bright and hopeful eyes. "Kyoya-kun," the woman simpered, "I want a baby."
The other couple watched in slight amusement as Kyoya's eye started to twitch.
After a moment Kyoya looked Sakamoto in the eyes and answered, "No."
Sakamoto sighed and looked back to her guests with a weak smile. "See? I will forever remain childless."
"Not forever, just for now," Kyoya corrected. "We're not ready for children."
The man then took a sip of his tea.
"But Kyoya," Sakamoto whined, "my biological clock is running out."
The man immediately began to violently choke.
!#$&()
Tamaki smiled down at his wife and nuzzled her hair causing her to sigh in sleepy contentment.
"Have fun tonight?" he asked Haruhi.
After a moment of waiting for a reply and receiving none he looked at his wife and found she was asleep. With a content smile he rested his head upon her own as the limo took them home.
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Kaoru: Awwww, another warm and fuzzy ending.
Kanoi: -finally gets the tape off- OW! –rubs mouth-
Hikaru: -gets the tape off himself as well- GAH!
Kanoi: -glares at Kaoru- You jerk!
Hikaru: -glares at Kanoi- You're one to talk! You gave him the idea to begin with!
Kanoi: -sighs- I can't argue that. Anyway, down to business. I have mixed feelings about this chapter. There wasn't a lot of Tamaki and/or Haruhi action going on, but I really wanted to write about some others. Also, I am well aware of how OOC Kyoya was; I just felt like torturing my favorite character a little is all. Also, Sakamoto turned out FAR too Mary Sue for my liking, so feel free to throw rotten fruit and vegetables at me all you want. Also, I must say I adore writing Tamaki! He has a very easy character to write, though he can be a bit troublesome at times. His character is so obtrusive that he wants to write himself in at all times, and sometimes you really just need to finish something before you let him speak. That was a major issue when I was writing the next chapter. And speaking of which, it is done, but I really don't feel like posting it right now. Hopefully life will stay calm enough to let me post it soon, but I have a very bad feeling it won't. Also, this fic is starting to wrap up. I'm currently writing chapter thirteen and after that there are only maybe 3-4, at the most 5, chapters left after that. Anyway, that's my ranting and rambling for the night.
Hikaru: Oi, Kanoi… Tamaki's question about getting fat… Is that implying that Haruhi is a bad cook?
Haruhi: Excuse me!?
Hikaru: EEP! –runs away, Haruhi right behind him-
Kaoru: He should have just left the tape on.
Kanoi: -nods- Hai, hai.