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X-Kyoya/Haruhi-x

"Mr Ootori, we have confirmation on the young master's whereabouts. How should we proceed?" Yoshio paced his study furiously, he had not slept a wink all night and .He. Was. PISSED!

"Proceed aggressively, get my son!"

Hindsight is a wonderful thing, with hindsight Yoshio Ootori realised he should have asked where his son was... he also realised he should have tried to call his son. If he had asked where Kyoya was he would have known that he was at Haruhi's apartment and there was no need to act at all. Unfortunately he didn't and he had made the order. Aggression was the order of the day. By the time he realised his mistake precious things had been broken beyond repair.

"WAIT, where is he?" there wasn't an answer; Yoshio could hear the faint sounds of clattering and bashing. It sounded like his men were breaking down a house... not breaking in but actually smashing it. He could hear screaming in the background. "WHERE IS HE?" the noise was getting louder and louder till he had to hold the phone away from his ear. "WHERE IS MY SON?"

Finally, after what seemed like an hour he heard the other phone being passed hands. "Hello. is anyone going to answer me."

"OH I'll answer you. You PRICK!" Yoshio nearly dropped the phone. "Who is this?"

"My name is Ranka Fujioka and your men just blew the wall and roof off my flat." Fujioka... Fujioka as in... Oh no. "Mr Fujioka I am so sor-"He was cut off by the dial tone. This could not have been worse.

15 minutes earlier at the Fujioka residence

Kyoya was lying awake looking at the small girl tucked into his side. Her cheek was resting on his chest and her hair was spread over her face. 'I didn't think her hair was long enough to cover her face. Why do I care so much about her? Why can't I ever just make a dessicion about something? I am Kyoya Ootori, if I decide I want something I shouldn't be second guessing it. My instincts have never let me down before and my instincts are telling me that this is right. She makes me feel... real.' She shifted slightly which caused her head to move up to rest on his neck and her arm to take the place of her head on his chest. Kyoya decided to throw caution to the wind and wrapped his own arms around her. He couldn't remember a time when he had woken up in a better mood or without assistance of a terrified maid. Haruhi was good for him, now all he had to do was make her see that and that he could be good for her.

It was whilst he was lost in thought that he started to hear noises outside. Hushed voices and stamping feet. At first he ruled it down to being in an apartment building with children nearby but after a while he began to be concerned. The voices seemed to be focused outside Haruhi's flat; he was trying to think of what to do when one voice rang out clear as a bell.

"Mr Ootori, we have confirmation on the young master's whereabouts. How should we proceed?" He felt his heart clench in his chest. What the hell were they doing here? Had his father sent them? Why would he... 'Because I didn't call. How stupid am I?'

"Haruhi! Haruhi get up now!" there was no time to wake her gently he shook her till she shot up. "What? What's going on?" "Get under the bed. DON'T argue with me just do as I say."

He could hear boots storming up the stairs and it sounded like they were on the roof. He ran out of the room and into Ranka's he grabbed the man and dragged him to the floor just as the loudest bang he had ever heard outside of a firework display. Haruhi screamed from the other room as the men burst through the hole that was once their wall. Ranka stood and ran to the door, the only thought in his mind was getting to his daughter. Haruhi needed him.

However things weren't so simple, the structure of flat was nowhere close to being stable after such damage and the roof started caving from the hole inwards. The men stormed out so as not to be crushed and luckily for Ranka and Kyoya the cracks weren't spreading their way. Ranka watched in horror as they headed straight for Haruhi's door.

Someone was clearly smiling on them because it stopped just outside her door but it buried the door at least a foot up, they would have to dig her out.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Ranka was beyond livid. His daughter had been put at risk, his home had been destroyed and they were not running. "We are the Ootori family police force. We have been sent to collect the young master." "SO KNOCK ON THE DOOR! HOW DARE YOU. I- is that a phone?" the man tried to hide it behind his back but Ranka was on a roll. "Is that the guy who made you do this?" "Yoshio Ootori is our employer and yes he is on the phone but..." "Give me the phone." "Sir, I-" "GIVE IT TOO ME!"

The man fumbled as he passed the phone over to the fuming man. Kyoya had grabbed a couple of the men and was trying to dig Haruhi out.

"Hello. is anyone going to answer me." Ranka seethed, how dare this guy sound pissed.

"OH I'll answer you. You PRICK!". "Who is this?"

"My name is Ranka Fujioka and your men just blew the wall and roof off my flat." There was a brief pause as the man seemed to lose his wind. "Mr Fujioka I am so sor-".Ranka didn't care what he had to say. It didn't matter. He threw the phone on the floor and dived over to help Kyoya.

It didn't take them too long to pull enough debris away from the door so that it could be opened. Ranka pushed his way in. Haruhi remained where Kyoya had left her; she was shaking slightly and crying. "Dad?" Ranka grabbed his daughter and held her to him. "Its okay, its okay baby. Are you ok? Are you hurt?" "N-no I'm fine. What's going on dad?" He just shook his head and held her tighter. His only fear had been that she had been hurt, he couldn't bear the thought that he might lose his daughter. She stood and walked to the door, it was a horrible sight. The front wall was mostly gone, the kitchen counters were knocked into the wall. The roof was bowing where it was still attached and wires were hanging out sparking slightly. The floor was covered with the debris and dust covered everything.

Kyoya was stood in the corner of the room; he had just sent the men packing with the fiercest glare he could. He daren't speak to them at the moment since he would have to rely on their protective skills in the future and the way he was feeling they wouldn't survive.

How would he ever stand a chance with Haruhi now that HIS father had demolished her house? He looked at Haruhi looking at the ruins that was the front of her home and he felt truly ashamed, for the first time, to be connected with the Ootori name. She lifted a piece of fallen wall and grabbed a picture that had fallen. The frame was cracked and the glass was shattered but he could still just about make out a young Haruhi sat on her mother's lap smiling happily. Haruhi clutched it too her chest and started to cry, Kyoya looked away. He shouldn't be seeing this; it was almost like watching someone grieving which, in a way, she was. Ranka came and put a hand on the boys shoulder; he motioned his head towards the living room and walked away. Kyoya followed behind, this wasn't going to be pleasant, he had no doubts that Ranka was going to tell him to stay away from his daughter forever.

Ranka shut the door behind them; he didn't want Haruhi to overhear. He looked at the teen in front of him; his thoughts were clear on his face, he was worried. Ranka looked at his wife's photo, thankfully it hadn't been damaged. This room was barely damaged at all except just over the door. They had survived earthquakes and storms only for this to happen. Ranka sighed; this was part of what he feared most.

"Kyoya, I don't blame you." Kyoya's head shot up to look at the older man. How could he not blame him? It was his father that did this... maybe Ranka hadn't realised that, no he had to have because of the stupid 'we're here for the young master' crap. "Kyoya, this is not your fault. I should never have asked you to stay, that was wrong of me. I never thought of your family, I if had an army at my control and Haruhi was missing I would have probably acted the same." Kyoya was beyond surprised; Ranka didn't blame him at all. The relief he felt was immense.

Ranka sighed, "I hate to do it but I need to ask another favour of you. I need you to keep an eye on her now. All her memories of her mother are in this house, she was so young when Kotoko died. She is going to take this hard and I don't want her to close in on herself again...not again." Ranka's eyes welled up at the memories of how isolated his daughter made herself after the death of his wife. She stopped talking to her friends, barely ate and, eventually, stopped talking all together. After time she began opening up, she went to middle school and made new friends. Things were getting back on track; thanks to the host club he had his daughter back. She came home every night with a new tale of their antics and a smile on her lips. She was flourishing and he didn't think he could stand it if all of it was ruined by one terrible event.

"I understand sir. I will do my best to look after her." Ranka smiled, even though his home was in tatters he couldn't help but think that this boy was perfect for his daughter. He was smart, caring and handsome. All these things were what his daughter needed in her life... and they would make wonderful grandchildren but now was not the time for that.

"Kyoya," he began with a smile but not his usual friendly one, this smile was reserved for taunting Tamaki, "Just what are your intentions for my daughter?" Ranka took brief pleasure in the look of shock that came on the boys face. "I-I, that is–"

Kyoya was saved from answering that difficult question by the sound of a car pulling up and someone running up the stairs. Ranka walked out into what was his kitchen to see a dishevelled Yoshio Ootori stood in the doo... hole. "Who are you?" "Ranka Fujioka?" Ranka nodded. "My name is Yoshio Ootori, I am so sorry." "Huh, you're Kyoya's...?" "Father, yes." "And you..." He gestured to the mangled remains of the front of him apartment. "Yes, I'm sorry I foolishly told my men to act without asking an address. If I had known that this was-"he was cut off by Ranka raising his hand. He'd heard enough.

Ranka slowly padded his way over to the other man, looking him over as he went. He nodded once before pulling his fist back and smacking Yoshio, with all of his might, full on in the face. The man stumbled backwards into a wall of armed men ready to act if called upon...however they let him land that one hit because if he was cross with Mr. Ootori they were less likely to be blamed.

Yoshio held his face. That had really fucking hurt. This was terrible, all his plans wasted because of one, foolish mistake. If the father was against him there would be no chance that he would be favourable to a match between his son and the girl. Speaking of which where was Miss Fujioka?

Yoshio looked around the small apartment to find the petite girl crouched in the corner with a picture. "Words cannot begin to show how sorry I am and how wrong what I have caused is."

"You're right. They can't." All the men turned to look at the girl. Her voice was so cold that even Ranka found himself feeling afraid. "This was my home and you have ruined it. You have ruined everything. I don't remember much about my mum, but I remember that there is where she sat down with my first book and taught me how to read. And there is where she made me a dress because I'd seen one in the shop and loved it so much but we couldn't afford it. Over there is where she spent hours trying to braid my hair because a P.E teacher had shouted at me for not having it up. Where you are stood is where she held me when I was crying because the local children wouldn't let me play with them and I was lonely. All my memories of my mum are here and you have ruined it."

Yoshio didn't even try and defend himself, he knew himself the pain of losing all that there was of a person you loved because of others actions. His eyes found Kyoya; the boy was looking at Haruhi with his expression completely un-guarded. There was shock but something else, something stronger, Pride? Love? Yes, he had seen that expression often enough on his beloved wife and on himself. Could it be that his son was actually already moving after the girl that he himself felt was perfect for him? If so then this, no matter how tragic, could be the perfect opportunity to bring them together.

"Mr. Fujioka. May I have a private word with you?" Ranka nodded begrudgingly though. He didn't want to be alone with this man at the moment but... It might be better to get him out of Haruhi's way; he had never expected that kind of outburst from his little girl. He was as proud as she was heartbroken. She had confirmed what he feared all her memories were tied to this one... now uninhabitable apartment.

"What is it?" Yoshio could deal with this; he was a businessman after all. "I have a proposition."

Back with Haruhi and Kyoya

"Haruhi, I apologise for my father's behaviour." He readied himself to be sent packing but she just smiled at him and shook her head. "None of this is your fault senpai, I'm sorry... for everything. Thank you for looking after me yesterday... and not having me deported." "What?" But Haruhi wasn't listening anymore she was looking at the mess.

"Haruhi, it might be possible to fix it." Once again she shook her head at him. "No senpai, the damage is too bad. Besides it wouldn't... wouldn't be the same." "I understand." "Do you?" He nodded. He wasn't quite ready to bare all yet but he could relate to Haruhi's situation almost completely. He was struck by the sudden urge to comfort her, do something to show that he was there for her. He cautiously walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her; she stiffened momentarily before relaxing into him and burying her head in his chest. He felt, rather than heard; her start to cry again so he held her tighter to him, tighter to the comfort and safety his arms could give her. She had been through two days of hell and now she was ready to let it go and he would be there for her. Haruhi gripped the back of Kyoya's shirt as she cried, she felt foolish for breaking down but completely justified.

The two held each other till a ... 'subtle' cough from the other room alerted them to their fathers' presence and subsequently separated them. Ranka gave Yoshio a sideways glance before starting to speak.

"TO make up for the damage he has caused Mr. Ootori has made a... very generous suggestion. Haruhi in a moment I want you to go and pack all your clothes and valuables into the black suitcase, you know the one sweetie, the big one." "What was the suggestion dad?"

Yoshio took that as his cue to speak, "I have suggested, and your father agrees with me. That, until either this place can be fixed or new accommodation that you both approve of can be found (either way I will pay for it no matter the expense) you and your father stay with Kyoya and me in our home."

"What?" Both teens shouted at the same time, they glanced at each other before Haruhi took the initiative and spoke first. "Dad are you serious?" "Yes Haruhi I am. If we don't take this offer we will have no-where to stay. In the long run you would have to drop out of Ouran." "How the hell did you work that out?" "We would have to scrimp every penny since I am almost positive our insurance does not cover 'private police force damage' and the up keep of your uniform is an expense we could not afford. After you started wearing the boy's uniform we were told you would have to keep that up, you weren't allowed to go back to normal clothes, and we would no doubt have to move further away then we already are. It would become impossible for you to stay there Haruhi and I am not risking you jeopardising your future dreams because of something I have been given the opportunity to fix. I have made up my mind Haruhi no go and pack your things. Put whatever you can't get in the suitcase into small bags." Haruhi looked like she was about to argue but the serious tone in her usually jolly father's voice and the expression on his face told her that that was useless. She silently left the room leaving two surprised men.

Kyoya couldn't believe what he had just seen. He had seen the defiance in her eyes but she just backed down. 'I have never seen Haruhi back down to a challenge before but that is so not the priority at the moment. My father has said that they can stay with us, why would he do that? What is there to gain for him? He is not one to do things without having a plan or having thought it through beyond belief... this morning is an exception, so why would he do this? Maybe he approves of Haruhi, I'm sure she is the first person to defy him in public, not once but twice... That couldn't be it could it? I need to talk to him; perhaps I should make my intentions towards Haruhi clear to him.'

As if reading his sons mind Yoshio patted him on the shoulder and said, "We'll talk later son." Before vacating the premises and waiting for the other three in the limo. Not long after that Ranka sent Kyoya down, there was no point in him hanging around in the now, freezing apartment when there was a perfectly good, warm car waiting for him. No more than five minutes later the Fujioka's helped the disgruntled driver to load their bags into the boot and they finally set off for the Ootori mansion. All three men shot 'surreptitious' glances at Haruhi and they all had the same thought ringing through their minds. 'This should be interesting.'

Haruhi had never felt more watched in her life.

Soooo there you have it, sorry it took so long but I was having major panics that no-one would like it and you'd all hate me and it doesn't make sense and ... the list goes on. Anyway my friend, the wonderful Lucy, had to snap me out of my funk and talk to me for hours on end... poor girl, you should all pity her she puts up with a lot of crap from me. =)

Yeah... so anyway I would really appreciate some reviews my darlings. I love you all who have reviewed so far and the many people who have added me to various lists, you guys rock and you have all earned yourself a cookie... they're in the post ;) so if you haven't reviewed yet or whatever please do. I love hearing what you guys think even if you don't like certain things. Once again sorry for how crap last chapter was.

I hope you liked this chapter and I hope you like my story, if not tell me how I can make it better for you... btw I love possessive Kyoya so you can expect some of that to an extent, but tell me what else.

Well that's my 'rant' done, until next time.

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