Not too long after that, Tamaki took to calling him "Mom" to go along with his own "Dad" and Haruhi's "Daughter". Building on that theory, he continued to make the rest of the host club into a family, though, because of their age, Mori and Honey were unfairly cast as the neighbors.

"Mommy," Tamaki whined while flitting around the room like a lost child. "Mommy, out daughter is using rude words." He finished his fifth circle and stopped right in frong of Kyoya. "Make her stop!" He pointed an accusing finger at Haruhi who had an exasperated look on her face.

Kyoya ignored the raving blond and, instead, continued to write in his black notebook while occasionally sipping from the tea cup on the table next to him.

Tamaki stared at Kyoya for awhile before realizing that he wasn't going to be dignified with a response. He, then, took the dark-haired boy by the shoulders and shook him fervently. Though Kyoya tried to continue with his work, when the shaking started destroying his perfect handwriting, he finally gave in. His notebook snapped shut and, when he glanced up, his glasses reflected the florescent light, making it impossible to see the eyes underneath.

"Go away," he replied in an impassive voice. Everyone in the room froze, each wearing the same frightened look, anticipating yet dreading what would happen next.

"B-but," Tamaki stuttered after a long silence.

He was answered with another cold glare and a brief, "I'm busy."

There was a quick gasp amongst the other members before Tamaki broke out crying to the only two people he knew would have sympathy upon him: Honey and Mori.

"Mommy is being so mean to Daddy, Honey-senpai," he complained as the shorter boy patted his back and gave him some cake while Mori offered a nod every-so-often.

Ignoring the overly dramatic boy, Kyoya crossed his legs and went back to his numbers as Haruhi slowly walked over with her eyes steadily watching Tamaki.

Her gaze flickered away as soon as she was standing in front of the dark-haired boy. "Kyoya-sempai," she said hesitantly, "aren't you being a little harsh to Tamaki-senpai?"

Kyoya chuckled lightly at Haruhi's concern. "He should know better by now. Besides, that's nothing. I plan on doing much worse for that terrible nickname he choose."

"Mother?"

"Yes?" He responded as if she had called for him instead of confirming a fact. A twisted smile appeared as he heard Tamaki gasp behind him. "I think, daughter, that we should go shopping some day. Or another type of mother-daughter activity."

"Kyoya!" Tamaki screamed, knocking over a plate of cake in his haste to get to the two of them. This caused an outcry of "Tamaki" followed by near sobs which no one cared about but Mori.

Haruhi looked confused. The Shadow King wanted to go shopping with her. And what was with all this familial referencing? She shook her head and shrugged. After all, who was she to go against the scary man's wishes.

"Of-of course, Kyoya-senpai."

"Haruhi!" the blond whined while shaking her shoulders. "What are you thinking? You aren't-"

"Please," Kyoya interrupted, at the same time ignoring Tamaki, "call me Mom." His smile darkened incredibly as his stormy gray eyes narrowed.

"Kyoya!" Tamaki cried as all the other members shivered at the sudden chill in the room. "Haruhi!" he pleaded when Kyoya didn't react.

"Tamaki, maybe you should let Kyo-uh…Mom finish his work," she replied, puzzled, while picking up her schoolbag. The tension between the two of them was beginning to get unnerving and she didn't want to get stuck in the middle of it. "If there's nothing left to do, then I'll go home."

Though everything from her response to her departure was done politely, Tamaki managed to see things differently.

(Tamaki's P.O.V.:)

"Daddy, leave Mommy alone. Can't you see he hates you?" Haruhi screamed while snatching her bag off of the floor. "Good-bye, Mommy. I love you!"

As the door clicked shut, Tamaki's eyes grew wide, blank, and pitiful. "Kyoya," Tamaki whispered before his soul started leaving his body, "why do you hate me?"