Nyarrr…I'm gonna go get my stuffed whale!!
Warnings: Got get your beanies, people!! And for some of you, have an oxygen tank nearby! XD
Ahem, since there had been questions as to what Haru-chibi is saying…IT DOESN'T MEAN A THING! Babies are an incoherent drool of mess, understanding them is like, like…talking to wall…a very cute, and amusing wall that could very well eat anything out of your hand. XDXD
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Message received: Friday 1:33 PM—
-beep.
"Kyouyaaaaa-kuuuuuun!! Oh dear! I forgot! You must be studying hard at school right now, and I do apologize for this disturbance, but I must ask you a big favor! Well, it's not entirely big, but you know I don't think it would be that hard! (girlish giggle) Anyways! While I am forever in your debt for giving me passport, I've never really used it…until now! Can you believe it!? Our okama is going on a free trip to Las Vegas in America for two months!! Ohohohoho what luck and great joy! I wonder what gorgeous blonde and blue-eyed men look like!? Ohohohoho! But tell my dear Haruhi that it is mainly vacation and business and not pleasure visits! I do hear of the saying: What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas! Ohohoho what a catchy phrase!! And so please take good care of my daughter! I don't want her fraternizing with that idiot! Detain him from my pure child! I will not—"
-beep: end message.
Saved message received: Friday 1:40 PM—
-beep.
"Oh goodness! Why do these inferior phones have such ridiculously short voice message minutes!? Anyways! Kyouya-kuuuuun! I'm counting on you to take care of my daughter! (voice drops to a masculine tone) I. Trust. No Harm. Will. Be. Put. To. Her. But other than that, have fun and make sure you guys help my dear Haru-chaaan! I will bring a lot of souvenirs! I'll call once a week to check up on Haru-chan as best I can!! Tell her I love her!! Ciao!"
Kyouya Ootori, dubbed Shadow King, AB blood type, low blood pressure lord, heir to the one of the riches companies in the world and best friend to a lowly idiot…decided that it was a curse.
Oh, oh no. The curse did not just settle with Haruhi, but extended all of them in different levels.
Especially him.
Lucky, lucky him.
After the silence, various outbursts and reactions sprang forth in either surprised, giddiness, and curiosity of the new situation they had been thrusts into. Oddly enough…no one was truly pinpointing the problem of the mess they've just trapped themselves into. Except for him. Him who saw the blanket of darkness and karma the baby could cause, behind those large eyes, round face, and overall cloud of cuteness.
He will not be fooled!
"Las Vegas!?"
"Two months!?"
"My unsupervised daughter!"
"Haru-chan's papa's away?"
"Ah."
Kyouya sighed and rubbed his temples. No, no one was aware of his misery and their impending doom that had clouded their judgments.
"Itteki baabo eda agee!"
He glared at the baby as she withered almost instinctively at his rather sudden bout of anger and frustration that needed to be vent.
Of course, she just had to suck out all the fun of him trying to snide by a few quips of debts in her total, but seeing that she's the uncaring, "innocent" baby…the Glare of (financial) Doom was lost to the pink being of destruction.
"So! Haru-chibi's dad's away, eh…?"
Kyouya could see telltales of demon heritage when he hears that lilting question on the elder Hitachiin's tone.
"And she's turned chibi mode too…"
The rubbing of (evil) palms was easily overheard as Tamaki came to the baby's (unneeded) rescue.
"Oh! My gorgeous baby daughter!" He settled by rubbing his cheeks against hers, "Fear not for pseudo-daddy is here!! And I will buy you gifts fit for a princess! You doppelgangers! Stay away from my child, for I will not have her wearing unbranded clothesline!"
"Speak for yourself, tono! Only the finest china silk will grace our little baby toy!"
"Hmph! We're gonna have better imported clothes product that you'll ever have on Haru-chibi, fashion noob!"
"I am not!"
The three argued heatedly in the manner befitting of crazy, impotent aunties--turned cat ladies. Haruhi yawned at their antics, rubbing her face sleepily at Mori's chest, one hand clutching the bunny fervently as the other rubbed at her eyes.
"Haru-chan would look so cute on my old baby hakama clothes, ne Takashi?" Hunny beamed, jumping up and down at the prospect of giving the baby early martial arts lessons.
"Ah." Mori consented, keeping his cool façade while visualizing the brunette haired baby doing katas with his blonde cousin…it would be a spectacularly adorable sight to see. Of course he'd be there to keep the baby safe too.
Kyouya was being ignored.
It was what he hated the most.
And what he hated the most than being ignored…was being ignored with a problem without anyone willing to "help" him.
A problem by which all the members put up a laissez-faire attitude and for him to take care of all the rest while they gallivant around with the unbeneficial pink monster.
Not that he needed help on the matter, seeing the members would do more damage than good…But…he really wasn't adverse with the thought of taking care of a baby.
His forte were numbers, graphics, lines, logic and business…not frilly dresses, pacifiers, diapers and the all around headache of "raising" a baby.
In conclusion…having an unplanned baby presented in their lap, was in short, not in the list of the Shadow King's agenda—hell this one doesn't even have a memorandum! It's basically having six (rich and rather irresponsible) teenage boys taking care of a girl—turned pint-sized brat, left in their hand...by which none of them even had a doll to play with in their childhood to merit any experience! (maybe except Hunny, but that's besides the point).
And no one seems to see the greater logic of how them (i.e: rich, lazy, never-worked-a-dime-in-their-life, unaccustomed to commoner manners, impulsive and decidedly spoiled to the core) could ever take care of a baby that sprouted out of nowhere and seemingly now in their hands of "protection."
Make that in the hands of…six teenage males.
Well I don't know about you, but society does prove nature right in the aspect of man and woman regarding reproduction, and the Shadow King doubted the reason of "Nekozawa-senpai's belzeenef turned Haruhi into a baby and her father is away, and now he have to take care of her" excuse—will not be bought.
Ever.
Unless he's willing to assign one of the members into the asylum, or have enough time to capture the insane perpetrator/cult-maker himself then they could get out of it "safely." But for now, Haru-chibi's existence should be, at most, best kept a secret.
Especially to the general public…if they ever found out that all six men were taking care of a baby without the…—well, let's just say it will raise a helluva lot of eyebrows.
—The raven head shuddered at the mere thought.
It was as good as revealing that Haruhi –is- a girl to the whole female population…whom would suffer severe heartaches and the potential loss of their benefits and supporters for their supposed "betrayal of genders."
And practically all members had ignored, or rather left this brooding matter to the Shadow King…
Kyouya really wanted to bang his head somewhere.
"Tamaki—"
"Impossible! She shall be named Josephine!! Josephine of the great Napolean Bonaparte's wife!!"
"Noo!! I wanna name her Yuki! Yuki!! Oh cute, little, white tuff of snow!"
"Yuki's overrated! I wanna call her Sakura!"
"Can we name her Bun-bun II??"
"…"
"Naaba atta keebi…"
"Ah."
The raven head didn't know whether to intervene or…just fly himself to India and avoid this ever happened. 'It will save me the headache of taking care of the baby...'
"Josephine Tamaki Valerie Suoh Jr.!!"
Kyouya sweat-dropped. "…and them."
Ah yes, maybe some temptation island would do him good—
"Mother--!"
'…So close…'
"What do you think of Haruhi's new name!?"
"Tamaki, it would be best and legal that you keep Haruhi's name as is. Besides, she isn't your legitimate child, nor can you update her birth certificate to suit your wants for a different name." onyx eyes pinned with violet orbs, as he was too tired to go into detail or rather Tamaki's underhanded means to getting him into a stupid naming game of "their child."
This was really, really turning out to be some freakishly real playhouse…
One the Shadow King wasn't too thrilled in participating.
"You're right!! I would never change my Haru-chan for such a name!" the blonde consented quickly, rubbing the baby's back.
"Hah! You were the one who was so adamant about it earlier! And it's not like Haru-chan would like you to call her that, seeing that she doesn't like you anyways." Hikaru grinned devilishly at their tono, while rubbing his nose at the baby's shoulders.
"My baby daughter admires me! She would've loved that name!" the blonde huffed indignantly.
Kyouya raised a brow at that. "Sometimes…your ignorance can be a bliss."
"Pshaw, tono your not even in her buddy list. I bet she doesn't have you on her tea party invitations either," Kaoru added shrewdly, using his hair as bait while the brunette giggled at the wiggling tuff of red locks, absently rubbing at her eyes.
"Tea party?" Hunny asked hopefully.
"You're in." Mori assured.
"That's not true! I'm gonna take my baby shopping!" Tamaki pointed an accusing finger at the twins in righteous fury of not being invited to their tea party…only schemed by the redheads just to ire the blonde.
"We're gonna feed her authentic Italian food made by Luigi!"
"I shall buy her a platinum mansion playhouse!"
"We'll rack her room chock full of clothes!"
"I'll have her sleep in a pile of a thousand Kuma-chans!"
"But neeeeeehhh!" Hunny cut in, "I think Haru-chibi would like all that…but, where will she sleep?" The loli-shota pointed at the heavily asleep brunette dozing comfortably in Mori's arms, bun-bun pressed to her cheek, and one fisted hand over her chin, as she cutely nuzzled deeper into Mori's chest sighing in contentment.
"Kawaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!—"
A glare and a finger to his lips silenced the trio of Mori's uncharacteristically paternal instinct.
"Where can we put Haru-chibi to sleep tonight?" Hunny bit his lip in a contemplative manner, presenting one of the most relevant and shocking questions yet.
"Oh…Well…" the three chorused…but all pairs of eyes narrowed down to Kyouya for guidance.
Lines of distress visibly covered his face. Besides…he's the only one who had a separate mansion.
"Don't tell me…"
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Ouran Blues ((Take Three)): A Deliverer's Curiosity…Satiated??
"Alright, this is the last of the 20 delivered items, Ootori-sama." The deliverer announced proudly as he tucked in his hat, giving the Shadow King in front of him the paperwork.
It was really odd that the young man had specifically ordered imported furniture and whatnots…strange part was…they were all baby stuffs.
"Ah. Are they all settled in the spare room?" the raven head didn't bother looking up as he checked all the requisites of the delivery.
"Hai. Though if it's not too much, may I inquire what the stuff is for—er I mean, I've delivered stuff in here before, Ootori-sama and um…" the stout deliverer began to fidget as Kyouya took a pause in his writings, closely giving attention to the man. The balding, stout guy wished he never asked as sweat came down his forehead, but it was too late…and he was just curious. Nothing wrong with that, right?
"I-it's ju-just that I don't see any kids a-around here before a-and…er—" the unnerving stare told him he'd dug a grave deep enough for five people.
After a millennia of intense scrutiny (actually Kyouya was thinking of a story or excuse to conjure) the raven head snapped his head down and proceeded to write off his signature, and with conviction, uttered: "Advanced Biological Science Project."
"A-aah. Th-that's great! " The balding deliverer breathe a sigh of either relief or impress (though he still didn't get why they needed baby stuffs for a project) but either way, anything to get those piercing onyx eyes off—
"Mother!!" a manly squeal rang out of the gates as a tall…very blonde, and very much a man came out waving at the door for the Ootori heir. "You have to look at our daughter's crib! It's soooo kawaaaiiiii!"
The pen cleanly snapped in half.
The deliverer's jaw hit the ground.
"I knew you'd ordered the one with white, silk frills and Victorian curtains! It's absolutely a gorgeous fit for our princess! Oh Daddy is so proud! Mother let's decorate it together!!"
…
This is a situation where any comments are not needed, unfortunately for the poor deliverer—he was a common talker.
"…S-some project," the stout man sweat-dropped profusely, "huh?"
Kyouya quickly snapped the folder, rightfully scaring the hell out of the man.
"Yes. Now excuse me, while I…tend to the child's father."
The black shadows and evil, furious aura trailed after his footsteps back to the mansion as the deliverer noted to himself:
Never ask an Ootori about their personal life.
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Ahhh…my poor, dearest Kyou-kins XD Well I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! It certainly took me sometime to write, but please, fear not! Ouran Blues still has some long cute moments to go! But oooohhh! I smell like baby powder and apples XD Hmm…maybe some twins-time feeding Haru-chibi is a good note, eh? ;) :3
Thanks and loves to the reviews and readers! --haru-chibi hug-- Until next chappie!
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