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Damn Rich Bastards
4. Haruhi Versus Ootoro
"No."
"Haru-chan, please?"
"Honey-senpai, don't give me those eyes. My answer is still no."
"Haruhi, come on!"
"Hikaru, Kaoru, get off me. You both are out of your minds if you think I'm-"
"Get off her you devil twins! Haruhi, my darling daughter, do it for daddy?"
"No way in hell senpai."
"Ootoro."
"Wh-what?"
"You heard what Mori-senpai said, Haruhi."
"Kyoya-senpai, if you think you can buy me off with food, then you-"
"Who said anything about buying you off with food. The Host Club is simply importing several shipments of high grade ootoro, and coincidently, they are due to arrive soon. In fact, the very same day as our little event. How convenient."
"That's a little too convenient, Kyoya-senpai, I know what you're doing... How much ootoro did you say?"
"More than we like Haruhi. We don't even like ootoro that much, so much would go to waste. But we know you like it, right? Our event is in the morning, the shipment arrives in the evening. All that ootoro. Maybe I should call and tell them to halve the shipment, we don't need that much..."
"Fine..."
"Sorry, what was that?"
"I said fine! I'll do it. You just make sure that damn ootoro is here by the time I'm done."
Haruhi leveled a defeated glare at the Host Club with her shoulders slumped, the Host Club gazed at Kyoya with awe and a little bit of fear, and Kyoya simply smirked.
Damn rich bastards.