Tamaki rode in his private car down the city streets with the windows rolled up and curtain blocking the driver from sight. The sunlight filtering through the sun drenched trees hit the window in small orbs that rolled smoothly along the cars exterior, and as inconspicuous as he desired to be, curious glances always seemed to pierce the impenetrable tint and meet his own glum stare.

As low as he felt, he knew he couldn't deny the irresistible pull in his memory of sweet Haruhi. The way she laughed, her shoulders pulled up and her bright smile like a miniature sun, melting him thoroughly until all he could do was stare. Her perfect skin, smooth and warm under his hands and sweetly fragrant of something indefinable and perfect.. The way she spoke, articulating every word with care, her remarks straight-forward and their meaning clear.

Suddenly, he was struck with an idea. Yanking back the curtain, he barked an address. If his grandmother thought her unsuitable, he would have to prove she was perfect for him.

The only way to do that was to make her perfect in the eyes of his grandmother.

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"Come on, you have to tell me where we're going!" Haruhi nudged Kyouya with the side of her leg in the close space.

He laughed, not completely genuine. "I told you, we have plans."

She sighed loudly and snuck a few doubtful looks at his cool exterior. The private cars windows gave the air a bluish tint, making the deep purple of his eyes shadowed and impenetrable. It gave her an off feeling.

"Can I at least have a hint?" She mumbled before the car slowed to a stop in front of a long row of expensive boutiques and jewelry stores. She nearly bit her tongue.

Kyouya chuckled darkly at the half-frightened look on her face. "I think you can guess.."

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I ran up the apartment staircase to the correct number and knocked loudly, out of breath.

Haruhi's father answered the door and immediately broke into a smile. "I remember you! Hikaru, right? Wheres your brother? Oh nevermind, looking for Haruhi I take it?"

"Ah, yes." He replied amiably, a little breathless and nervous. The plan was set.. just ask her on a walk and..

"Oh, she left for something.. One of the other guys called and said she wouldn't be back until the end of the weekend." He scratched his chin. "I guess I should have asked more.. Like which one he was.. Oops." He smiled apologetically, looking for all the world an innocent woman.

I slumped over, feeling out of breath for a whole different reason. "Oh…"

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The blush absolutely refused to leave my cheeks. Kyouya paraded me into half a million stores with his damn sarcastic smile and absurd amount of money and had me try on dresses he picked out with fleeting glances. Most of the dresses were dark and a bit revealing, and he made me show him each, deciding on few with sly smiles. He even bought me a freaking ruby and diamond necklace and earrings, probably worth an absurd amount of money. If he makes me pay him back for this…

"You look angry." He noted with a slight chuckle.

Damn. "Just confused... What's all this for?"

Silence..

"Come on! You have to tell me after putting me through all that."

Thus won me a smile, but I was immediately sorry.

"Do you want to know what this cost me?" The smile was still sweet, but the bite to his words was unmistakable.

"Its not like I asked you to buy all that..." I grumbled. I really didn't what was going on and he wasn't helping in the slightest!

The car slowed to another stop in front of an… Oh crap. What has he gotten me into?

"Come on. We'll miss our flight." He took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze as he helped me out of the car.

I nearly choked.