Chapter 2... Obviously.

Btw Yoshio's attitude to homosexuality is something I'm going to tackle in the story... I think (I'm the kind of writer who writes as it comes. I have a vague idea where this is going but I don't plan it out. That and I have a memory like a damaged siv) I just don't want people getting offended; a couple of my friends who have written fanfics have been flamed for being homophobic when it was meant to be an issue in the story. I get that you're all intelligent enough to get that but I'll be honest reading some of my friends old reviews that she printed off at the time has scared the heck outta me. . .

So there you go. =) hope you like it, please review.

Haruhi sat in silence after explaining it all to her dad, Ayako's confession to kissing her senpai so the girl wouldn't be upset. She was quite proud of her dad actually; she had thought he would freak out but he sat in silence as she explained. But now that she had finished explain she was getting nervous, why wasn't he saying something to her, anything would be good at this point.

"Well I have to say sweetie, I'm relieved. I thought you were pregnant." Ok anything other than that would have been good. "Dad! How could you think I was pregnant?" Ranka looked at his daughter for a moment before reeling off a list using his fingers to demonstrate his point. "Young, pretty, girl, coming home and telling her father 'dad I've done something stupid'... what was I supposed to think." He ended with a slight whine. Haruhi couldn't believe her father thought so little of her that his automatic assumption was that she was pregnant. To she was quite offended would be an understatement.

"Dad, I'd expect you not to think that I'm that stupid." Ranka chuckled behind his hand. "Of course not, but when you are a round perverts like Tamaki you can't blame your daddy for worrying. Besides what's so wrong with kissing Kyoya, I like that boy; he keeps me posted about how things are going at school." "Dad! You are unbelievable, did you listen to a word I said. It's Kyoya! The others call him the demon lord and I..." "Jumped him I know, I'm so proud that you are so confident in yourself but I must ask that that's the only forward thing you do with him. After all you need to protect your honour." DAD, you are unbelievable." And then it struck her "Dad, you do know nothing can ever happen with Kyoya senpai and me." He pouted "Awww, why?" "Because dad, for one thing, if he were to get with me, he'd look gay." And with the satisfaction that one can only achieve from crushing the dreams of an insane father, Haruhi left to get the shopping.

The last thing she heard before she left was her father's heartbroken whimpering "But I want pretty grandchildren." She laughed as she shut the door. Her father was mental but she loved him.

'There is no merit for Kyoya sepai to be with be like that, there is merit for him to put my debt up for that little stunt... Am I never not going to owe that guy money?'

Kyoya had long since given up trying to work; his mind was caught up in the whirlwind that was Haruhi Fujioka. From the very first he had known that she was a woman. Woman, not girl, after her little stunt today he could contest to how womanly she was. She wasn't blessed with large curves like other women her age; in fact she was rather underdeveloped. But when she had pressed herself so tightly against him, he could feel all the curves her body had to offer and he wanted more. So much more.

He threw his pen down on his desk and roughly run his hand threw his hair. He hadn't felt this way after that night at the beach, or he had but... he had pushed it down. She was not his to want; he knew how Tamaki felt about her even if the fool didn't, but now he couldn't stop the feelings he had been repressing towards the little brunette. He leaned back in his chair till he was almost completely diagonal; he reached his long, thin arms out behind him and stretched till he heard the satisfying pop of the bones in his back. He ached so much from being crouched over a laptop or a pile of paperwork all day long every day.

He put his glasses on the polished oak desk before pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to alleviate the ache there too. Slowly he walked to his bed and laid on it gently, he felt so tired and it was only seven o'clock. He blamed her for this; she exhausted him, her and her common ways. If she had been raised by a wealthy family there was no way she would have done something like that, all her impulsiveness would have been trained out of her. She would have had been able to pay for the damages and not have to work for them in the first place. She would have been like one of the girls he was permitted to date, maybe if she had been rich enough he would have been put in an arranged marriage her. But he couldn't help think that if she had been so different that she wouldn't have this effect on him, wouldn't make his heart pound at the thought of her body, her lips pressed tightly to his. He allowed a small smile onto his face at the thought of how feisty she had been in her parting words, he liked that there was some fire in her but he simply couldn't let her get away with that. His Haruhi would be made to see that she couldn't talk to him like that in front of others.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts and the image of her warm brown eyes that as he began to doze lightly that he hadn't even noticed his mental slip of calling her 'his'. What Kyoya didn't know was that he was in for quite a fitful night.

"She what?" he couldn't believe his ears, this was fantastic news. Well not for his friend but for him this had been the sort of breakthrough he had wanted since that day he had visited his son's school.

"You heard me. I've been hearing about it all night, she walked up to your son and kissed him. Tamaki has not stopped whining all night. He keeps saying something about Mummy's... Oh I can't make any sense of it but what is very clear is that she kissed your son and Tamaki seems to think he liked it." Yoshio had to fight the urge to laugh at the bitter tone in his friend's voice. They had both set their sights on the girl but now... Well he knew how honourable Yuzuru was, he'd call his son off leaving the girl open for Kyoya's advances. More fool him. "Was there a reason?" he heard Yuzuru chuckling down the phone. "From what I can make out, ha-ha, she er...she was confessed to." "Ah, so was the young man a little too persistent so she turned to my son for comfort and to send the boy packing."

At this Yuzuru gave up the pretence of trying not to laugh and for the next five minutes Yoshio had to listen to the man howling with laughter till it dies down to a slight wheeze. "No, no my friend she was confessed to by a girl.""WHAT! Surely a girl would have been more careful in confessing to another girl." "Oh no, as far as that girl was aware she was confessing to a boy."

Yoshio sat back in his chair, that wasn't possible because that meant Haruhi was still dressing as and acting like a boy. If she was still dressing as a boy... she had made his son look gay. In front of sodding Yuzuru Suoh's son! That's why the bastard was laughing. "Am I assuming that-""There is at least one girl ha-ha running around thinking that your son and Haruhi Fujioka are in a boy-on-boy relationship because ha-ha that is how Haruhi made it -ha." "Fuck off Suoh." And with that he slammed the phone down; Yoshio prided himself on his open mindedness, but not with his son. Kyoya had a bright future ahead of him, he wasn't homophobic but ... some of his business associates were. He didn't want to lose business because a clearly untrue rumour spreading and that would damage his reputation.

There was only one thing for it; he would need to make Haruhi come out as a girl, that way when he told Kyoya to court the girl everyone would know that his son was seeing a girl.

Haruhi would be a valuable asset to the Ootori family.

Kyoya's pov(ish)

"You could always pay me back with your body." He watched her brown eyes widen as he threw her on the bed. He hovered over her as he spouted the speech he had rehearsed in his head since he had heard her say her sex didn't matter. He hadn't wanted to admit how scared he had been when he saw her fall; it wasn't something he was used to. "You have left yourself completely defenceless against me." He watched her expression shift; she caught her bottom lip between her teeth.

He could feel her warm breath hitting his face and the heat from her body underneath him. He could feel himself becoming slightly aroused but he had to ignore it, this was to make a point.

"Senpai?" he re-focused on her pretty face, there was a slight blush on her cheeks and her breath was slightly more laboured. So he had frightened her then, good. That was what he was content thinking until a small hand reached behind his head and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. His eyes were wider than hers were naturally. Without his glasses he found it hard to clearly see her face when she released him but he could still see the smile, so natural, so beautiful. She ran her hand down his chest to just above where his trousers started and then back up. She was so soft that if he hadn't been watching it happen he would have barely noticed.

She slowly pushed his shoulders so he wasn't over her anymore and she sat up. She kept her hands on his chest and it felt like she was burning him. He felt himself being pushed to lie on bed as Haruhi sat over him. This wasn't what he had expected, a slap perhaps but no this. He found himself losing the ability to think as she pressed kisses to his chest. It felt so good; she began raking her nails gently on his sides which caused him to squirm. She bit lightly on his nipple causing him to gasp and arch his back slightly. She grinned at his reaction before blowing cool air on it. He hissed at the sensations she was stirring in him. This wasn't right, this wasn't what he had planned.

Haruhi sat up looking down at her slightly dishevelled senpai. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that Kyoya senpai. I can't stop thinking about you." He gulped as he saw the sincerity in her big, brown eyes. "Please senpai, I want you."

In that moment Kyoya felt something in him, something powerful and possessive. This girl was his; no-one else could have her now she belonged to him. He flipped them back over and pulled her skirt up; she pulled him back down into a kiss showing him that it was okay.

He was so into the kiss he hardly noticed that they were both naked until he was about to plunge into her when suddenly he heard a shriek of a giggle from across the room. He turned and looked and saw Ayako stood in front of Honey, Mori and the twins.

"That is so cute, I understand now Haruhi can't be with me because he's with you." "Wait no, this isn't-".

"Kyo chan looks so cute with Haru chan. Please don't stop because of us."

Kyoya could feel his cheeks burning under his senpai's gaze. He looked down at where Haruhi should have been lying but he found himself looking down at the watery eyes of his best friend.

"Mummy's shouldn't do this with their daughters. It isn't right. How could you Kyoya?"

Kyoya sat up with a start, he was sweating slightly. That was horrible. He reached his hand out to get his glasses from his bedside cabinet but found that they were missing. He groaned as he remembered he had left them on his desk which was down the stairs. He was fine walking up the stairs without his glasses but he really couldn't walk down them without them. He started to feel through the drawers to see if he could find his spare pair.

No luck, he pinched the bridge of his nose. He was in a foul mood when the maid came in to open the curtains at five am. His mood didn't improve when she screamed at the sight of him awake; he just snapped at her to get his glasses and then had to wait an extra fifteen minutes for her to come back because when he said his desk the silly idiot had gone to his office instead of the desk she had to walk past to get there. He would have her fired.

Eventually he managed to get his glasses and he stalked off to get a shower, even though his dream had ended like he imagined hell to be, he still found he needed a cold one. This was still all her fault, if she hadn't... if she wasn't... Damn her!

He decided then and there, Haruhi was going to pay; he was going to show her what happens when you mess with an Ootori and his sleep.

Haruhi Pov (ish)

Haruhi woke up that morning with a dark sense of foreboding. Like someone was threatening her very well being and, for the first time since she had started at Ouran, she did not want to go into school that morning.

She sat at the table eating her breakfast trying to work out whether she had had some sort of premonition. She looked outside... at the pouring rain and decided she had in fact had a premonition but she still had to go to school because she had a literature test today that she couldn't afford to miss.

As usual when she needed an umbrella she couldn't find one and it really was starting to bounce down. There hadn't been any thunder forecast for today but then again there hadn't been any rain forecast either.

There was only one thing for it, she would have to run.

She was lost.

She had been going to that school for what felt like forever and she had gotten herself lost. She thought she had taken the right turn but when she ended up in a dead end filled with skips she realised that she probably hadn't. She turned to leave when she saw the man, leaning against the side of the alley, smirking at her.

She tried to walk past him but he stepped in front of her blocking the way she needed to go. She tried to keep calm and go straight ahead, relieved when he didn't step back in her way. She kept walking trying to not look behind her until she heard the footsteps echoing around her. She started to speed up and she risked a glance over her shoulder, she felt a twinge of fear as she saw the dirty looking man running after her. She started to run as fast as she could without falling in the murky puddles.

She felt her chest burning as she struggled to breathe and panic began to set in as she got onto the main road and he was still running after her. A sleek black car sped past her and she tried to flag it down but it kept going round the corner. By now her face was wet with tears and rain, he was gaining on her and she could see a knife in his hand when she looked back.

It was because she was looking back that she didn't notice the figure coming round the corner. He stood firm in the rain watching the girl until she collided into him. He caught hold of her arms firmly and lowered her the last couple of inches to the ground behind him. The man with the knife slowed down with a big grin on his face, clearly liking his odds against the two weedy looking school children.

Haruhi looked up and gasped in shock.

"Senpai?"

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It's not very well written but what can I say I couldn't sleep last night so I wrote it then. I'm quite tired and reviews would be much appreciated because you love me ... I lost sleep for you... to make you happy... because I love you. =P

So here's a question who is the mysterious senpai? Tamaki, Kyoya, Honey, Mori or possibly even Nekozawa ... hmmmm the possibilities are endless.

And to answer the question Always Tomorrow's question did I come up with the bear/stick/hug thing myself... yes, I was quite proud of it so I'm glad ya liked it =D

And a massive thanks to my reviewers so far. I hope you still like it after this disaster of a chapter.

(On re-reading this chapter there is alot of burning... hmmm need to learn new words)

Love

Wp2 xx