AN: I don't own Ouran High Host Club. The song isn't mine either. It's called "Won't Go Home Without You" By Maroon five. Good grief, they are gods.

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ColourfulKyouya-SenpaiMaybe… (Because I like how she wants to punish Sumire but doesn't know what to do)

Mvar22 (because that comment was enough to make up for millions that she could have missed)

Manufactured Guidelines (BECAUSE SHE'S GONNA ASPLODE WITH ANTICIPATION!)

Kiara Angel (Because I love her hyper giggles and squeals)

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Blessed Obsession (For all the unnecessary but funny information)

Chapter Thirteen: Won't Go Home Without You

It's not over tonight

Just give me one more chance to make it right

I many to make it through the night,

They stared at each other uncomfortably. Haruhi folded her hands on her lap and narrowed her eyes, trying to think of a way to break the ice. Kyouya, on the other hand, trying to look calm and collected as he watched Toujiku color. He looked up at her with a small smile. "He's quite intelligent" She nodded in pride while Touji glanced up at being mentioned.

"Yes he is," She gulped. "He got it from his father"

Kyouya nodded slowly. "He would have, wouldn't he?"

She closed her eyes. "Kyouya…I'm sorry I didn't tell you-"

"No, I completely understand, Haruhi. I was just hoping that you would hear my part of this…ordeal out"

"Oh of course!"

He sighed. "You don't know how much that-"

"What's going on?" The two looked up and stared at Takashi. The tall man folded his arms and glared at Kyouya. "Why are you here?"

"I invited him in, Takashi" Haruhi hissed. "Where's Mitsukuni"

"I don't care" Kyouya's eyes widened. That had to be the first time he heard those words come from Takashi's mouth. Mori walked into the room and sat between the two. They bashfully looked away from him.

Mori, in satisfaction, leaned back and threw an arm around Haruhi. She glared at him and he shrugged nonchalantly. Rolling her eyes, she risked a glance at Kyouya, who looked right back at her. He gave a small smile before he felt a hand on his head. He looked up but growled as Mori turned his head away. "Don't look at her" He snapped.

"Takashi!" Haruhi scolded. "Toujiku, cover your ears"

The boy sniggered as he dropped his crayons. "Uncle Takashi is in trouble!" He said in a singsong voice. He covered his ears quickly and ducked under the table.

"What the hell is that matter with you?!" Haruhi chided.

Takashi shrugged. "Don't know."

"Takashi!"

He stood and stared Haruhi in the eyes. "If he hurts you again, go crying to Mitsukuni. Not me" He stalked out of the room and Touji came out from under the table. Kyouya was rubbing his knees nervously while Haruhi stood in the center of the room, shocked.

"Mama?" She looked down at her son. "Are you okay? What did Uncle Takashi do to you?" Haruhi shook her head and picked him up. She sat down, with him in his lap.

"He didn't do anything. He's just grumpy today"

"Why?"

"Because I'm here" Kyouya grumbled guiltily. "Maybe I should leave, Haruhi."

"No, no" She said. "You're right. We need to talk. Touji, can you stay with Mitsukuni" The boy nodded before grabbing his coloring book and crayons and running out of the room. Sudden silence befell and the two stared at each other awkwardly.

"I-" They started simultaneously. They grinned anxiously at each other. "No really-no you can-" Kyouya sighed and scratched his head.

"Why don't you go first, Haruhi?"

She cleared her throat before gripping her hand tightly. "Well…I- I was going to tell you about Toujiku. I swear. I didn't know how to tell you and then when I finally had the nerve to say it…"

"I left you," He said lamely. He looked down guiltily. "I'm sorry, Haruhi. What I did was very childish. I should have at least given you an explanation of what was going on and-"

"Don't worry, Kyouya" She said softly. "Apparently, Éclair loves listening to conversations… yours and Sumire's specifically" he raised an eyebrow. She squirmed in her seat. "She said she heard you screaming at Sumire…about what your father did…"

"Oh," He said quietly.

"Yea"

"Hmm" He frowned. "Would it be…okay…if I gave you my side of the story?"

Haruhi nearly smiled. She never knew Kyouya to hesitate or stutter. "You know that I'll always here you out, Kyouya"

Mitsukuni elbowed Éclair lightly as they tried to listen to the conversation. "Be quiet!" He hissed. Emily nodded in agreement, shooting a glare at Éclair. The French woman huffed before crossing her arms and leaning on Hunny. Hikaru and Kaoru were sitting on the other side of the door, glancing in frequently.

"What'd he say?" Éclair whispered.

"That Yoshio said he would destroy Haruhi's career"

Tamaki rolled his eyes from across the room. He had been voted to take care of Toujiku. His godson was humming on his lap, still coloring. "What's going on?" he asked.

"He told Haruhi how he was forced to leave her! Sumire and her family were part of the plan" Emily answered her son softly.

Kaoru laughed from on top of Hikaru. Haruhi was looking down at her hands by that time, silent tears coursing down her cheek. Kyouya had yet to notice since he was looking at anything but her.

"Whoa, wait? Did I just hear that right?" Kaoru asked in shock. Mitsukuni nodded excitedly.

"He just said that he was still in love with her!"

"How do they not hear us?" Emily laughed.

"I have no fricking idea!"

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Toujiku looked up at his godfather, adoringly. Tamaki looked back at him with a beaming smile. "Yes?" He asked. Toujiku shrugged.

"What are mommy and Ootori Kyouya talking about?"

Tamaki made a face. "Well…they're talking about a problem that had a few years ago"

"What was it?"

"Uh…well…" Tamaki shrugged. Why not? "See, you're mommy used to be with Kyouya, but something happened and they were torn apart from each other"

"What happened?"

"You're grandfather didn't like you're mommy, so he made forced Kyouya to leave her"

"Why didn't Kyouya stay?"

"Because your grandfather, who is Kyouya's father by the way, wanted to hurt mommy, and Kyouya didn't want that"

"If- If Kyouya's daddy is my grandfather, does that mean he's my daddy?"

"Ehehe" Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Oh Buddha, Haruhi was going to kill him. "Yea that's right. Kyouya is your daddy" Toujiku's eyes watered. Tamaki panicked. "Or not! He doesn't have to be your daddy!"

"Ojisama?"

"Yes?"

"I have a daddy now?"

"…yes?"

Touji smiled brightly as he wrapped his arms around his godfather. "I have a daddy!" He whispered with a giggle. Tamaki chuckled. If Haruhi got mad at him, it would be worth it.

Kyouya felt the thick tension in the air as he finished his tale. He glanced at Haruhi. His eyes widened as he saw the tear tracks on her cheeks. "Haruhi?" He asked softly. "I'm sorry. I just-"

"Why didn't you say anything?" She asked in a pitiful sob. His heart broke at her words. Why hadn't he? Was it any easier, letting her go? No…not at all… "Kyouya," She started. "We could have thought of something! We could have done something, anything! Touji…Touji would have grown up with a father"

He covered his face with his hands in shame. "Haruhi, I know how much you love your work. I couldn't let him do that to you"

She stood quickly. Seeing the first thing on the table, she grabbed it and threw it towards a wall. Kyouya jumped in his seat.

Haruhi couldn't take it anymore. The anger and frustration over the years… the hardship… "Screw my work! I don't care about being a lawyer if…" She broke down and let out harsh sobs. "If it meant loosing you, Kyouya"

His hands dropped, limp at his side as he stared up at her. She had a strong yet weak look in her eyes. "Haruhi," He whispered. "I'm so sorry."

She fell to her knees in a sobbing heap and he quickly embraced her. "Please, Kyouya," She begged, not caring about pride or the way he treated her. He'd done it out of the goodness of his heart, after all. "Please don't leave me again"

His arms tightened as she cried on his chest. "Never. Sick together and forever, right?"

She let out a soft chuckle before she gasped for air once more. "Sick for always."

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"What are we going to do?"

"I'm not sure, but I do know that if you don't take Sumire back into your house, your father will kill you"

"No, absolutely not! That's out of the question. I will not have that-that hag desecrating my mansion again"

Haruhi sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Kyouya, your father will obviously realize something is going on if you don't bring Sumire back into her house. Knowing that wretched woman, she probably went crying to your father already. It's only been a day. They could have given her housing for a night and waited till the morning for you to 'come back to your senses'." Kyouya laughed.

"Oh of course," He said stiffly. "Because everyone knows that I would choose Taniguchi over you"

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh you would, would you?"

He nodded strongly. "She's such an…idiot. Why would I want anyone as smart as you? Then I couldn't manipulate my future wife"

Haruhi gasped and chuckled. "You're horrible, Kyouya!" She scolded, before turning around and fishing into the cabinets for cereal. "However, I do know one thing that you are very good at manipulating me into"

He smirked before walking towards her seductively. "Oh and what's that?"

She giggled and stood on her tiptoes to whisper into his ear. "You, Mr. Ootori"

"Yes?" he asked, biting back a groan as her hot breath touched his ear.

"Are very, very good"

"Hmm?"

"At manipulating me"

Kyouya moaned quietly.

"Into doing your laundry"

His eyes opened as he stared down at her. "At what?" he asked.

Haruhi shrugged innocently. "Oh well, you know that I'm such a neat freak" She started "And yet you still left all your dirty clothes everywhere, which is quite shocking for someone like you" She turned back to her bowl and began pouring milk into it. "I swear, it's like you're doing it just so you wouldn't have to do your laundry"

He growled and wrapped an arm around her waist. "I'll get back at you for that, Fujioka"

"I'm hoping so"

"Mommy!" Touji ran into the room and smiled. "Heya, daddy. Mommy, Ojisama stole Kari from me" His eyes suddenly widened and glistened with unshed tears. "He won't give it back, mommy" Haruhi sighed and slammed her spoon onto the table.

"Suou Tamaki!" she shouted before storming out of the kitchen. Toujiku and Kyouya waited for a minute before the older man jumped at his son and picked him up.

"Great job, Touji," He said. "Good, good. Tamaki actually went home last night"

Touji nodded as his father grabbed a jacket and ran out of the house.

"Now," He started. "I left your mother a letter on the table. I know she wouldn't let us be alone but we really do need Father-son bonding." He said. Touji giggled and kissed his father's cheek. "So where are we going?"

"Ice cream!"