The doors of the third music room closed with an audible slam as the last of the designator's left the room, taking with them not only satisfied smiles and dreams of charming young men (and a cross-dresser), but also the Host Club's latest piece of merchandise; pictures of Tamaki throughout his day, complete with a fancy title, "The Prince of Dawn", plastered across the cover of a glossy magazine.

Haruhi picked up the tea cups and plates of delicate china that her designators had left behind. There were still remnants of frosting lingering on the forks they had used. Instant coffee pooled at the bottom of the beautiful cups, slipping from side to side as they were lifted and placed onto the serving platter.

"Rich bastards," Haruhi couldn't help muttering to herself as she balanced the serving platter in her hands. She'd mastered balance after a month or so of serving in the Host Club and could easily carry costly pieces of silverware and plates without worry.

Hunny was still eating his cake, smiling contently to himself and chatting away with his cousin, Mori, through mouthfuls of the rich pastries. Despite the lack of refinery possessed in stuffing one's face of sweets, it was obvious that Hunny had definitely mastered cuteness. He still looked incredibly precious with his animated hand gestures as he went on about how great the cruise would be.

Mori nodded at his cousin every so often throughout the conversation, ensuring that the shorter boy still had his attention.

"I wonder if Haruhi will wear a cute bathing suit," Hunny wondered aloud innocently, but the movements that both the twins and the club president made did not go unnoticed.

"Actually," Haruhi said as she reentered the room, free of the serving platter, "my father purchased some bikinis and other clothes for the trip."

The twins shot each other a mischievous look. They approved of Ranka's sense. If Haruhi's cross-dressing father had purchased it, they wouldn't have to worry about raiding her suitcase, providing her with a completely new wardrobe, or tossing her old clothes overboard.

"And we had already picked out that nice white bikini," Kaoru said.

"I bet it would look better on Haruhi than the one Ranka-san picked out," Hikaru added.

"But," the twins lamented, "it might be for the best. My lord would certainly find the whole thing indecent."

This was followed by laughter as Kaoru added, "Isn't that the point?"

Tamaki, who had been lost in his inner theater at Hunny's earlier words of Haruhi in a bathing suit, was snapped back to reality and already yanking on the twin's shirts as they tried to get away.

Haruhi, who was ignoring the antics of her club members, moved over to the Shadow King's table where he was busily typing away on his laptop.

"Kyoya-senpai," Haruhi started, "I don't think I can go on this trip."

Kyoya Ootori, who was currently adding the day's profits into the club's finance section, didn't look up at Haruhi's words. Had it been any other person besides Haruhi, they would have felt that the 'cool-type' was ignoring their presence all together.

"My father... he would not be able to manage without me for an entire week."

"A week isn't that long, Haruhi," Kyoya replied as he calculated the amount of designators who had asked for Morinozuka, "you should put some faith in your father."

"Would you?" she asked bluntly.

Kyoya stopped typing, saved the document, and finally turned to face her.

"I think Ranka-san deserves more credit than you give him."

Haruhi maintained a placid expression for a minute as she thought about his words. Kyoya trailed his eyes across her face, waiting for a reaction.

"Are you sure of that, senpai?"

As the 'cool-type' of the club, Kyoya was never one to lose his cool. He almost lost it just then over the pure fact that the sole female of their club had just thrown his elegant and calculated words back at him. He wouldn't have trusted Ranka with control over his home, but he doubted Haruhi would want that answer. He could just imagine his reply of, "Ranka-san would probably burn down the manor and cause every member of the staff to quit. The Ootori private army would probably have him placed under attack-on-site if he went anywhere near the manor. So no, I would definitely not put any faith whatsoever in your father despite the fact he provides me with a very nice collection of you in a more... feminine stage of life."

But of course, he actually wanted the whole Host Club to be in attendance when they set launch for a seven day cruise and not devoid of their 'natural-type' because of the concern she had for her home-life.

Deciding that the best solution to the problem was to pull out his cellphone, rapidly dial a number, and wait a few seconds as he was put on hold.

"Senpai...?" Haruhi asked. She looked at the Shadow King with large eyes and a confused expression.

He held up a hand, signaling her to be quiet, as a voice greeted him on the other line.

"Assign someone to the Fujioka Residence to start tomorrow. One week. Got it? Good," Kyoya snapped the phone shut and placed it back into his pocket.

"What was that about?" Haruhi asked as her eyes slanted in an accusing glare.

"Nothing that will affect your debt," was her reply.

Haruhi let out a relieved sigh, "But who exactly are you sending to my house?"

"A maid."