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Chapter 5

Here We Go Again

"Take care of her." He sounded desperate while he stared up at Kyouya with lackluster eyes. Tamaki looked dull, he sat resigned on the floor against the wall of his grandeur room, knees drawn up to his chin.

Of course he was, though, admittedly, not the way Tamaki had previously thought. Tamaki was too dim to think of it possibly ending the way it did. Though recently, he proved to be slightly more perceptive of Kyouya than he was usually. Which made Kyouya feel a bit out of his comfort zone. When actually, being that open to Tamaki was a natural occurrence when they had dated for that short time. That damn bastard. What about him made Kyouya's thoughts continually trace back to him? Kyouya cared about that idiot too much for his own good. Just about Tamaki made him so irresistible to be around? God, he loved Tamaki. There was no escaping that. But, the girl next to him proved to be a fantastic remedy. He loved her just as much, maybe even more.

The many thoughts he'd had of having sex with her.

Would she mind if he were to just undress her while she slept? His hand reached and grasped the hem of her thin nightshirt. Only to release it just as fast. Only the small glimpse of skin beneath was enough to bring him back into his partially logical state of mind. He did want it to be consensual and obviously this was not the way to do it. Kyouya reached for her forearm, for they had drifted in the throes of deep sleep. She was on the other side of the bed. The blanket bunched around her waist line, and a relaxed look on her face.

There he was, safe, sound and warm in his own bed, Haruhi sleeping next to him, the night after moving back into her father's apartment.

Haruhi was going to be his wife. And a damn good one at that. He was sure of it. She may not have been born into wealth, but she was fit to stand among them. Though, the married life would be short lived for awhile, she was due to go back to law school a month after the wedding. They were still unsure whether or not she was to go back to the states or not. That was still under debate. His hand slid from her forearm to her stomach. Maybe his child would soon be there. He smirked to himself, that was a dream he didn't mind waiting for. He didn't think Haruhi would be up for it either. Children in general didn't really appeal to him and he was sure they wouldn't until maybe decades in the future if he was lucky. Within the deep hazes of sleep, thoughts this brutal came naturally as solving problems to him.

It wasn't normal at all for him to wake before Haruhi did. Usually, Kyouya found himself being shook awake by either his sister, or back in the day, the other Host club members. Recently, he found the obnoxious ring of Tamaki's cell phone as his makeshift alarm clock. Those calls differed between the hour of three and eleven in the morning. Or to be precise, whenever Tamaki's sudden whims took hold of his mind. And they wouldn't leave unless or until he told someone. That someone was usually Kyouya himself.

Kyouya's hand traveled up farther, finally stopping just beneath her bare breasts. Those were his too. Kyouya grinned slowly but lazily. It looked sort of like a twisted smile. But that was just the way he worked.

"Senpai, why are you feeling me?" she spoke, eyes still closed. Kyouya's hand jolted away as if burnt. Though as soon as he had pulled it away, he placed it back under her breast.

"I'm just looking at what's mine." Kyouya stared into her lidded eyes.

"Really?" Haruhi yawned, her eyes opened partially, to stare back at him. She had a feeling he was staring at her.

The first time he had touched her there, Haruhi had slapped him. Kyouya hadn't expected it, though he was able to expect most things. But that time, though she was visibly flushed, the slap itself came out quite playful despite the slight sting-

"Oh Kyouya, you won't believe what happened last-WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR HAND UP THE SHIRT OF OUR DAUGHTER! ALSO, WHAT IS HARUHI DOING IN HERE ANYWAY!"

"AHHH, Senpai!" Haruhi turned beet red, grabbed at the blanket then brought it up to cover herself.

"Tamaki," Kyouya ground out, "What the hell are you doing here? This early is the morning nonetheless."

"Well, it's not like you're sleeping! I just wanted to talk to you, but I can see that you'd rather be doing something scandalous with our daughter!"

"The way you just said that Tamaki, your actually convinced this incestuous, aren't you?"

"Well, aren't you being critical, mother."

By now, the conversation was far from serious. They were just spouting witty comments to each other like they used to do in high school. Haruhi had also slipped from the bed with the blanket to the adjoining bathroom, the door slamming in her wake. Kyouya was the first to notice for his newly exposed thighs where his boxers were drawn up, had gone quickly cold. Kyouya turned back to Tamaki.

"So Tamaki, what was so important that you had to come down here right away? And so early too. If you didn't know, I hadn't spent much time with Haruhi since the proposal, which in hindsight, wasn't much since I had a meeting with father."

"Well sorry to interrupt your busy schedule, I guess I'll let myself out then. I guess my thoughts mean nothing to-"

"Just tell me what you came for."

"Fine, " Tamaki pouted, approaching Kyouya who had already plopped back onto the bed, his head on a fluffy pillow, to sit next to him. "She came last night…" Tamaki looked straight his eyes.

Kyouya frowned, "Why are you telling me this? I understand how close we are but-"

"For goodness sake Kyouya, get your head out of the gutter, you know what I meant," Tamaki took a deep breath. "After two months away, she finally came back from France. She came home last night."

Kyouya could notice that there was more color to his face, and looked happier than he had been on months. Maybe that was why he hadn't come with the rest of the host club to Yuzuha's studio and the dinner they had after.

"Congratulations, why aren't you still at home with her?"

"Because, she left this morning." Tamaki smile didn't fade.

"And you happy about this?"

"Of course not," Tamaki pouted again, "Kyouya, I'd finally thought she'd stayed, but from what I've gathered, she only came to sleep with me." Tamaki paused, "Is there something wrong with me?" Tamaki leaned forward to grab Kyouya's shoulders and stare intently into his eyes. " We're close, aren't we mommy? You'd tell me if there was something wrong, right?"

"Of course," Kyouya sighed, "You couldn't have crawled up the stairs?"

"Ummm….Kyouya?"

"What is it?"

"That isn't all I've gathered…." Tamaki said seriously, "Can I talk to Haruhi? Please?" Tamaki grin instantly returned and Kyouya had no time to question what Tamaki had said just seconds before.

"Why are you asking me?"

"Because she's in the bathroom, and you're the only one who get her."

Kyouya sighed again, "Fine." Kyouya stood up and headed towards the bathroom, turning back to Tamaki and signaling him to be quiet before rapping gently against the door. "Haruhi, you can come out now, Tamaki just left." Through his tiredness, his voice quickly changed to that of his during the late Host Club, clear and melodious, and when around Haruhi, a lot more authentic.

The door opened to reveal a still sleepy looking Haruhi with the thick duvet around her shoulders, clutched in front of her.

"Thought he'd never leave." Kyouya mumbled to her as he pulled her to him gently and gave her kiss before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

All Haruhi had on her mind was more sleep and some food in a few hours. She lifted her head and froze for Tamaki was still standing there.

"Senpai! Why are you still here? Kyouya said you'd left already." Haruhi turned back to the bathroom door. "Kyouya, Tamaki Senpai is still here, could you let me back into the bathroom please?"

No answer.

"Bastard."

"Haruhi, I'm not here to fight." Tamaki said from behind her.

Haruhi faced him, "What are you here for then?"

"I'm here to apoligize."

"Right now Senpai, I'm not sure if I'm ready to forgive you yet." Haruhi walked back to the bed and sat down, sighing heavily.

"You don't have to yet," Tamaki approached her. "Well then, if you'll allow me to explain," Haruhi nodded in acknowledgement. "well, at first I believe I was telling you something useful, but it turned out to be a foolish decision. Haruhi, I'm sorry, though that probably won't be enough….," Tamaki continued on for a little awhile, his words embellished and explanations elaborated. Haruhi's eyes had begun to droop. Tamaki looked down at her, as her eyes were closed and she breathed deeply. "Wait, Haruhi? Are you even listening? Are you sleeping?" Tamaki looked scandalized.

"Oh, sorry Senpai, did I drift off?" Haruhi's eyes flickered open.

"Yes, actually you did, and you missed everything I said! My beautiful speech is irreplaceable! I can't recreate that! And why are you and Kyouya so tired this morning anyway?"

"Spare me Senpai, I was up late last night doing things with him-"

"WHAT? But Haruhi, you're not even married, aren't you supposed to wait? Haruhi! Kyouya promised me! He said-"

"Tamaki, this time it's your turn to get your head out of the gutter, me and Haruhi were discussing various choices for the wedding. In short wedding preparations." Kyouya said emerging from the bathroom.

"Oh," Tamaki looked taken aback. He frowned. "Sorry."

"Haruhi, will you forgive this idiot, you may not have been listening, unfortunately, I was."

"Fine, but get this Senpai, I know what's good for me, and the most part, I don't need you making decisions for me."

"Excuse me," a maid entered, a phone set in her hands. "Call for Miss Fujioka."

000

"I didn't think you'd bring this idiot back in with you," Ranka grabbed Tamaki through the doorway by the hair. "did you apologize to my daughter?"

"Yes, of course Ranka, have mercy!" Tamaki whined.

"Dad, you told Tamaki to so this?" Haruhi followed him in. Kyouya at her heels.

"Yes, well technically, I encouraged him."

"More like forced me-"

"That's enough from you Tamaki." Ranka quickly elbowed him in the arm.

"Yeah Senpai." Two voices said from the living room.

Haruhi's ears perked. She hadn't heard a harmony quite like that since high school.

"Hikaru? Kaoru?" Haruhi almost ran into her living room. There they were.

"Oh, hi Haruhi." they said.

"Hikaru!" Haruhi rushed forward to hug Hikaru. He blushed at the sudden contact.

"Haruhi."

"I didn't expect you to be here." Haruhi let go of him.

"Courtesy of your father dearest," Ranka said from behind her. "I figured you'd need help," Ranka approached Haruhi, "daddy's here to tell you that these next few weeks will be some of the busiest of your life."

As her father had said, they were in fact some of the busiest in her young life. A few hours later, Takashi and Mitsukuni had arrived and proceeded to advise Haruhi on what cake and how many tiers she should have for it. Haruhi had accepted the possibility that maybe she wasn't ready to marry yet. They both had. Though, Haruhi had grown to forget those doubts and give everything she had into this marriage. Just like she did with almost everything else she did. Once it was done, it would be just like an intimate relationship, just a but more finalized. If everything went wonderfully, then they would meet up with everyone else in the host club and other friends and family. And everything would be normal. She'd thought about the possibility of children. And frankly, they didn't appeal to her this early in a relationship.

Though Kyouya was pressed upon her the fact that he could have this whole thing planned in one day, Haruhi decided against it for she wanted to have say in it. Those words Haruhi grew to regret. First was the location, which they both decided would be in a small church that Kyouya's family used to go to years ago when he was just a child.

Instead of a wedding planner, Kyouya's sister happily volunteered herself for the job. And for free nonetheless. For Haruhi anyway. At the expense of Kyouya's time, he'd be subject to spending time in commoner restaurants with her and Tamaki after his honeymoon. Kyouya promised himself he'd make this honeymoon last as long as Haruhi would allow without getting suspicious. Fuyumi assured him, she'd get everything absolutely perfect, down the color of the napkins. Haruhi was just worried that she wouldn't be able to make it to the reception without fainting, or throwing up. Her stomach felt as heavy as lead just thinking about it.

Throughout those weeks, Haruhi's doubts ceased to surface. Was she really going through with this? Her brain said no, but her heart said yes. She already feel the ache in her heart of she was to refute him. Was it because Tamaki had said so? She couldn't take advice from that idiot. Haruhi shook her head of his words. If she was thinking this in the first place, didn't that mean it wasn't meant to be? Of course it was. Didn't every couple have their certain doubts, that were to be clear once it was all said and done?

Finally was the dress, which she wasn't really picking, but designing from the drawing up. The twins' mother had apparently been waiting for this day to come. The many trips to the twins' mansion did nothing to assuage the anxiety she felt. Once she's married, she might have a house like this. She was so used to her small two bedroom, one bathroom apartment, she was sure she wouldn't be able to make the transition without a few tears. As well as agreeing do so, she'd forbidden the twins from seeing it until the big day. Haruhi wanted something so terribly simple, that when the second she put out the idea, she glanced at Yuzuha who looked scandalized. That simply won't do. Yuzuha proceeded to throw out ideas like a Halloween candy to children to Haruhi, who managed to interpret it as something too elaborate or too crazy.

"Come on, you're our mother, just a sneak peek." they both whined.

"No, you two, will have to wait just like everyone else!" Yuzuha smiled.

"Fine." Hikaru pouted.

"Oh, Haruhi, I can't wait to see the dress!" Ranka beamed, "What about you two?" He faced the twins who were perched on the edge of the table.

"Can't wait!" they replied together.

"Can't wait." Haruhi said.

"Haruhi, you should let me pick it!" Tamaki shout above every one.

"Haruhi, remember I should have the majority of it done, so come by for a fitting soon." Yuzuha said kindly to Haruhi.

"Yes, of course." Haruhi replied.

000

"Tea?" Ranka sighed, looking at the group who sat bunched together at the table.

"Of course."

"All right."

"Why not?"

"Please and thank you."

"Yes please."

"Okay then." Ranka headed back into the kitchen.

"Kyouya, can I talk to you ." Haruhi said quietly to him beneath the level of noise the other were making.

"Sure." Kyouya stood up and offered his hand to Haruhi who took it.

It was now or never, Haruhi knew she'd have to address her issue. Or their issue or she'd probably end of leaving him at the alter out or pure mortification. Haruhi closed the door softly behind her and let the evening air envelope her.

"Kyouya?"

"Yes?"

"I have a problem."

"Yes, and what are those problems?"

"Stress." Haruhi veered from what she wanted to say.

"Maybe it's just the emotional strain the accompanies the planning of a wedding?"

"No Senpai, it isn't." Haruhi said sternly.

"Then what?" He voice was as calm as ever. What would he accomplish if he were to just shout at her? He didn't want to scare her, but he knew he could. However, he respected her, and what she thought. Intimidation was no way to solve a problem.

"Doubts."

"Doubts?" Kyouya put his hands on her shoulders. "Doubts are the last thing I want you have. What are they?"

"….That-that-"Haruhi breathed, " That this marriage isn't going to last."

"Why wouldn't it?" Kyouya's lips parted. "You wouldn't have said yes if you didn't want to. I know you Haruhi well enough to know that you wouldn't give anyone false hope."

"Well maybe I am the type in the end." Haruhi ground out. Her face grew hot and she felt her head beginning to pulse with an oncoming headache. She loved Kyouya. Wasn't that the reason she was doing this? The only reason? Not for money, or a higher social standing. Haruhi would marry him even if he were in her position. Just a middle class citizen. Working for a living and despising all these damn rich people the way she did in high school.

"Kyouya-"

"Haruhi, tell me you hate me." Kyouya stared straight at her, he never faltered.

"Kyou…ya." Haruhi knew what he was getting at. Telling her something she couldn't do. Something she could never do. She could have the day she stumbled into that music turned club room. But she didn't. They had an advantage. Money. Power. In that school laid her future.

Haruhi realized that even then she probably couldn't have. Despite the many times it stuck in her throat. Though, admittedly not like a serious detest. Just everything they came up with, and how a majority of it seemed too ridiculous to fathom, Haruhi was never able to comprehend it. Even if she could easily delve, and sometimes without knowing, into emotions and lives of each and every member of that club.

Haruhi sighed, "I….do hate you Kyouya," she deadpanned. "but not in the way you'd expect."

"Humor me."

"Just what is there to humor about, this obviously isn't working-"

"Then why not just heed Tamaki's advice and call this whole thing off!" Kyouya couldn't hold it in anymore. His frustrations, sexual, emotional, mental, and physical; Together, they threatened to overwhelm and overtake him. Kyouya wouldn't be surprised if he drunk himself to submission that night and woke up naked in a gay bar the next morning.

"I don't want to." Haruhi said.

"Haruhi, just be clear with me, will you marry me?"

"Yes."

This was seriously the hardest chapter to write, sorry if you could tell from the writing, but the next one should be fun^^…..dun dun dun, it's the wedding! With a twist….I wonder what I mean by that, do you wonder? What do you wonder? Tell in a review, please and thank you^^