"Well?" Haruhi grudgingly asked the two teenage boys. "Does it look all right?"
Tamaki's jaw was to the ground, and Haruhi couldn't tell what Kyoya was feeling. There was a glare on his glasses. Haruhi sighed. She had hoped for at least a small reaction from her fake groom. She rubbed her arm shyly.
"We already told you, Haruhi," said Kaoru impatiently from her left.
"Yeah, Haruhi, you look amazing," said Hikaru. "Our dear mother wouldn't let you look anything less."
"Neither would we," they said together.
Kaoru took Haruhi's gloved hand and led her to Kyoya. Hikaru slid over next to Tamaki. Both boys were twitching as Kaoru said pompously, "Your bride, sir," and held out Haruhi's hand to him. Hikaru and Tamaki's faces were beet red. What is with those two? Tamaki's reaction I understand, but Hikaru's?
Kyoya uncharacteristically smiled. "Thank you." He took Haruhi's hand and gently kissed it. "You are beautiful, Haruhi." Kaoru slipped over to Hikaru and Tamaki to restrain them. Mori went to help while Huni continued eating cake.
Haruhi blushed. "Th-Thank you, senpai," she said. He hasn't let go of my hand. What is he up to?
Kyoya laughed. "Haruhi, whether it is real or not, we are to be married. Please, call me Kyoya."
"Kyoya," said Haruhi hesitantly. She bit her lip as another blush crept up her cheeks.
"Very good, Haruhi," said Kyoya with another laugh.
He has a nice laugh when it's genuine. Same with his smile. He must really want this day of hosting to go well.
Tamaki and Hikaru had finally stopped trying to kill Kyoya, and instead began shouting nonsense at him.
"There was no need for that! It's only a fake wedding! If you so much as touch her one more time. . !" threatened Hikaru.
"THAT IS YOUR DAUGHTER YOU JUST KISSED THE HAND OF! THAT IS YOUR DAUGHTER YOU ARE ABOUT TO MARRY! MOTHERS CAN'T DO THAT WITH THEIR DAUGHTERS!" Tamaki was a little less controlled than Hikaru, to say the least.
Haruhi sighed, then whispered to Kyoya, "Senpai and his family complex."
Kyoya chuckled. "Yes indeed. But why would Hikaru also have such a strong reaction?" He leaned in closer to hear her answer.
"I don't know," said Haruhi thoughtfully. "Maybe he has a family complex, too, and sees me as a sister." She shrugged.
"Perhaps so." Kyoya straightened, then said at a normal tone, "Our guests will be here soon, everyone, we need to get in our places." He placed Haruhi's hand in the crook of his arm and led her to her seat by the door. "Here you are, Haruhi."
Haruhi scooped up the surplus fabric of her dress and took a seat. "Thank you . . . Kyoya."
Kyoya stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "You're quite welcome, Haruhi."
He's very charming when he wants to be, Haruhi thought as the other boys took their places. Something must be up if Kyoya's going out of his way to be nice to me. And I'm still trying to figure out what's going on with Tamaki and Hikaru.
"Everyone in their places?" Kyoya asked.
Haruhi could've sworn she heard Tamaki mutter, "I'm supposed to ask that."
"Yes," the group answered.
The door opened to reveal the many young ladies awaiting outside.
"HE'S SO CUTE!"
"Well?" Haruhi grudgingly asked the two teenage boys. "Does it look all right?"
Tamaki's jaw dropped. My daughter . . . she's beautiful! Oh, why must Mother be the one marrying her today? His little girl rubbed her arm shyly as she awaited an answer.
"We already told you, Haruhi," said Kaoru impatiently with a nudge.
"Yeah, Haruhi, you look amazing," said Hikaru. "Our dear mother wouldn't let you look anything less."
"Neither would we," they said together.
Oh, those devilish twins. They must be on Kyoya's side if they made her look so pretty for him. Tamaki's mind began to wonder a bit. My little girl does look beautiful, doesn't she? Such a gorgeous white dress, and those elbow-length gloves make her look so innocent. Wait, what's Kaoru doing?
Kaoru took Haruhi over to Kyoya and gave him her hand. "Your bride, sir." Tamaki's face turned red, and he could feel the angry presence of Hikaru next to him.
"Thank you," Kyoya said with a smile. He took Haruhi's hand and kissed it. "You are beautiful, Haruhi," he said softly. Tamaki's thoughts went overboard. EVIL KYOYA! HE HAS NO RIGHT TO DO THAT TO OUR PRECIOUS DAUGHTER! ESPECIALLY WHEN HE WILL NEVER MARRY HER! Tamaki and Hikaru tried to dive for Kyoya's throat, but Kaoru and Mori restrained them.
"Th-Thank you, senpai," Haruhi said. She didn't move to pull her hand from Kyoya's, and Tamaki almost exploded at her, too. Incest is ILLEGAL, Haruhi! Don't forget that!
Kyoya laughed. Kyoya never laughs! That demon! "Haruhi, whether it is real or not, we are to be married. Please, call me Kyoya." WHAT? It took me ages to get him to let me call him Kyoya!
"Kyoya," Haruhi said hesitantly. Oh, my poor innocent daughter! If she only knew what Mother wanted to do with her! Some of Tamaki's thoughts were making it out of his mouth, but at that moment he didn't care. All he saw was Mother making Haruhi blush, which would lead to even more illegal activity later.
Kyoya and Haruhi were whispering about something, and Tamaki could only guess as to what it was. Probably something about their real wedding that would be occurring soon, and they were discussing how they weren't going to invite him, Tamaki!
"Our guests will be here soon, everyone," said Kyoya in a normal tone. "We need to get in our places." Tamaki watched Kyoya offer his arm to Haruhi, who took it and allowed him to lead her to her seat. "Here you are, Haruhi." Tamaki followed glumly, his mind having already reached the point where Kyoya and Haruhi ran off into the sunset and completely forgot about him.
Haruhi scooped up the surplus fabric of her dress to sit down. "Thank you . . . Kyoya." Good, she's hesitant about talking to him! There's hope!
Kyoya moved to stand behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, much to Tamaki and Hikaru's chagrin. "You're quite welcome, Haruhi."
Oh, that devil! He's charming Haruhi with his unusually nice behavior! How can I compete with that? Be even nicer than usual?
Tamaki opened his mouth to ask if everyone was in their places, but Kyoya beat him to it. "Everyone in their places?"
Tamaki's face fell. "I'm supposed to ask that," he muttered miserably.
"Yes," the group answered.
The doors opened to reveal the many young ladies waiting for them.
"HE'S SO CUTE!"
"Well?" Haruhi grudgingly asked the two teenage boys. "Does it look all right?"
Kyoya kept the glare on his glasses so that his eyes could widen with surprise. She had an American-style wedding dress, meaning it was a bright ivory with way too much fabric. It was a spaghetti-strap dress, and it came with elbow-length gloves and a lovely veil. Kyoya was surprised at how beautiful Haruhi looked, especially as she rubbed her arm shyly.
"We already told you, Haruhi," said Kaoru impatiently with a nudge.
"Yeah, Haruhi, you look amazing," said Hikaru. "Our dear mother wouldn't let you look anything less."
"Neither would we," they said together.
Haruhi asks how she looks – check.
The twins promote how good of a job they've done – check.
Mental note – get Kaoru officially on my side.
Kaoru took Haruhi by the hand and led her over to Kyoya. "Your bride, sir," he said pompously.
Kyoya smiled and took her hand. "Thank you." Kyoya brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed it. "You are beautiful, Haruhi." Make Haruhi blush – check.
"Th-Thank you, senpai," she said bashfully. Kyoya had to laugh.
"Haruhi, whether it is real or not, we are to be married," said Kyoya, still smiling. It's almost hard not to smile. "Please, call me Kyoya." Give her permission to call me by my first name to make her feel more comfortable with me – check.
"Kyoya," she said hesitantly. She bit her lip as she blushed again.
"Very good, Haruhi," Kyoya said with another laugh.
Act cheerful so that she knows I can be a pleasant man – check.
Hikaru and Tamaki explode at me – check.
"There was no need for that! It's only a fake wedding! If you so much as touch her one more time. . !" threatened Hikaru.
"THAT IS YOUR DAUGHTER YOU JUST KISSED THE HAND OF! THAT IS YOUR DAUGHTER YOU ARE ABOUT TO MARRY! MOTHERS CAN'T DO THAT WITH THEIR DAUGHTERS!" Tamaki yelled.
Haruhi sighed, then whispered to Kyoya, "Senpai and his family complex."
Kyoya chuckled. "Yes, indeed. But why would Hikaru also have such a strong reaction?" He leaned in closer to hear her answer. Pretend I don't know the answer so she knows I value her opinion – check.
"I don't know," said Haruhi thoughtfully. "Maybe he has a family complex, too, and sees me as a sister." She shrugged.
"Perhaps so." Kyoya straightened, then said at a normal tone, "Our guests will be here soon, everyone, we need to get in our places." He placed Haruhi's hand in the crook of his arm and led her to her seat by the door. "Here you are, Haruhi."
Haruhi scooped up the surplus fabric of her dress and took a seat. "Thank you . . . Kyoya."
Kyoya stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. Appear possessive – check. "You're quite welcome, Haruhi."
"Everyone in their places?" Kyoya asked. Subtle message to Tamaki about who's in charge – check.
Kyoya heard Tamaki mutter next to him, "I'm supposed to ask that."
"Yes," the group answered.
Tamaki glumly snapped his fingers, cuing the door to open and revealing their guests.
"HE'S SO CUTE!"
Guests squeal over Haruhi – check.
Phase Two – complete.