Author's Note: Hey, all! Thanks for all the lovely reviews I've gotten, and I'm really sorry I haven't updated in a while. School just started; you know how that is. Plus, this chapter just wasn't agreeing with me. I ended completely throwing it out and starting over. I'll do my very best to update on a regular basis, but no promises. Honors classes, no study hall, loads of extracurriculars, what was I thinking? Thanks for sticking with me, and please review! They make me feel good about myself. ;)

HARUHI POV

"Fujioka Haruhi?" asked a man once Haruhi reached a limo.

"Yes, sir," she replied. "Is this Ohtori Kyoya's limousine?" Filthy rich bastard. I don't care how he makes me feel when he kisses me; he's still a filthy rich bastard.

"It is. Would you please get in, Fujioka-sama?"

Haruhi nodded, so the man opened the door for her to get in. After much shifting and grunting, she managed to fit the dress through the door. "Stupid Hitachiins and their American wedding dresses," Haruhi muttered once she was situated.

"I'm sorry, Fujioka-sama?" the man asked, curious.

She looked up, startled. "Oh, no, that wasn't directed to you . . . umm, what was your name?" she asked, trying to take the focus away from herself.

"You may call me Tachibana," he said. "Kyoya-sama has asked that I treat you like I would him until he arrives."

Haruhi laughed. "Please don't, and please call me Haruhi, Tachibana-san."

He smiled. "Very well, Haruhi-san."

Haruhi smiled back before settling in the seat and closing her eyes. She had a feeling that this was going to be a very long evening with Kyoya, so she decided to get as much as rest as possible. She had almost gotten to sleep when someone interrupted her.

"Haruhi, is Tachibana-san that boring?" Kyoya asked teasingly as he got in the limo. He had to shift Haruhi's dress around to get seated comfortably. "Perhaps we should have had you change before we left," he added jokingly.

Haruhi tried not to twitch. "So, what will we be doing tonight at your house, Kyoya?" she asked, trying to keep the agitation out of her voice.

"Just as I said before," said Kyoya simply. "Discussing the second Host Club wedding theme. Nothing more, nothing less." He smiled serenely at her, but Haruhi thought she saw an ulterior motive behind that smile.

"If you say so, Kyoya." She smiled back; having gotten her twitching under control, she decided not to show Kyoya how he affected her.

Kyoya nodded. "Home, please, Tachibana-san," he said with authority to the front seat. Tachibana nodded and smoothly pulled out of the parking lot.

"So, Kyoya," said Haruhi, "will you be feeding me? It is getting close to dinner."

"Of course," replied Kyoya with a smooth smile. "What would you like? I can let the chefs know immediately." He whipped out his cell phone to prove this point.

Haruhi sighed, slightly agitated again; however, she did find it a bit endearing, that he would let her choose. Maybe we could have some otoroo, she thought. "What do you think I want, Kyoya?" she asked.

"Ohtori," he replied immediately. It took him less than a second to realize his mistake, and for the first time ever, Haruhi watched with wide eyes Kyoya's face take on a light pink tinge. "I meant otoroo," he corrected hastily. "Otoroo."

KYOYA POV

Shit. My face is red and everything. Kyoya shook his head to try and regain control. I have never blushed a day of my life.

"Of course," Haruhi replied back. Was she as hasty with her response as Kyoya was with his? Perhaps his injury was addling his mind. He gingerly touched his eye.

"So, otoroo?" he asked, slightly awkwardly. Haruhi nodded, so he quickly texted his chef her request, and also added that they would be eating in his rooms. No need for Father to intrude.

The rest of the ride was silent and the air filled with tension. Kyoya was afraid he had completely ruined the rest of New Day One with that one slip-up. I never slip up. Why now? Why in front of her, the girl I need to impress?

"We are home, Kyoya-sama," said Tachibana. Haruhi laughed quietly as Kyoya blinked and realized that she was already out of the limo.

Kyoya quickly exited and cleared his throat. "Thank you, Tachibana-san." He turned to Haruhi. "I will take you to my rooms, where you can change while I have a final word with the chef about our meal."

Haruhi nodded, so Kyoya put her arm through his and led her through the door to his mansion. He immediately waved away the servants and hurried Haruhi to the stairs.

"Kyoya," said Haruhi, "did Tamaki-senpai apologize to you for your eye?"

Kyoya made a thoughtful sound as he remembered that conversation. "He did, actually. I was quite surprised."

"Good," said Haruhi. "How is that feeling, by the way?"

"A bit tender, as a matter of fact. I may stop and get something for it on my way back from the kitchens, if you don't mind."

Haruhi shook her head. "Of course not."

Good, things are cordial between us now. It's better than twitching, Kyoya thought as he brought Haruhi to a halt. "These are my rooms. The clothes your father sent should be lying on the bed. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Okay, Kyoya."

He turned to walk back up the hallway. I really don't want to be there when she sees what I call my rooms. I know for a fact that they're bigger than her house.

HARUHI POV

Haruhi was slightly nervous about entering Kyoya's rooms without him. She wouldn't want someone going into her bedroom without her company. But he had already walked down the hallway, so Haruhi took a short breath and opened the door.

"Damn you, Kyoya," she muttered.

His front room was entirely monochrome; everything, even the electronics, was a different shade of blue, giving the room a feeling of togetherness. Everything was in pristine condition and in its place. Haruhi sighed and shook her head as she walked up the short stairs to what she assumed where his private rooms.

His bedroom was also monochrome, everything shaded blue. Everything seemed to be put away, but here and there Haruhi caught something out of place, like the sock under the bed and the papers askew on his desk. Haruhi walked to the large bed, sat down, and sighed. Time for yet another dress. With another sigh, she stood up to take the wedding dress off.

"Oh, shoot," she said. "Forgot about the zipper." Guess I'll have to wait for Kyoya or something.

KYOYA POV

Kyoya realized his mistake as he gingerly put an ice pack on his eye.

"The zipper." Kyoya thought for a moment, then smirked. "Perfect."