Hey, hope you like it, please keep the reviews coming. (I'm struggling starting the next chapter so there may be a delay.. sorry if there is and if there isn't no worries)

I was sat with my friend looking at my traffic stats for this story and there were like... 500 and I'm sat there like WOOOOOOOOW so many people read my story, my friend turned to me and said 'Why don't you have 500 reviews'...

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-_- yeah guys why don't I hmmmm ... I'm just kidding.. or am I... am I? =P

Pointless trivia Suki means beloved or to like... I prefer beloved =)

Enjoy.

"Me? What do you mean you gain m-" She was cut off by Kyoya firmly pressing his lips to hers for the second time in as many days. She raised her hands as if to push him off but her body rebelled against her poor, shocked mind and pulled him closer. His own arms went around her waist in a possessive manner, pulling her closer yet. Haruhi couldn't work out where she ended and he began.

It was cold and fiery and gentle and passionate. 'How could one thing be so contradictory?I can't believe he's kissing me again... at least he's not splitting my lip again. Ow, ow! I think my lip just split again.' "Mmmmempai... semmpai –et off." Haruhi pushed at his chest but he wasn't getting off, finally she managed to get him off her face only for him to move to her neck. She gasped at the sensation of his warm lips on the side and crook of her neck. "S-senpai, my, ah!"

Kyoya was determined to not let her speak; he wanted her to be focused on him alone. Words would not get through to a girl with no concept of how appealing she was, actions had to. His hands wandered up and down her back whilst hers sank into his hair. Haruhi's lip was seriously stinging and her head was spinning but god did it ever feel good. His hair was so soft, like silk between her fingers. She scraped her nails gently against his scalp, up and down, up and down. If she had felt light headed before it was nothing compared to when she heard and felt him groan against her neck. Her knees shook and she was really glad that she was sat down. He leant over her as she leaned further back in the chair.

Haruhi didn't want it to stop but it had to, someone could wander in and her lip was really starting to hurt. "Senpai, please... My lip, someone could come in. Senpai please." "Kyoya." Startled brown eyes met sparkling grey. "Wha-oh." 'That's two Ootori boys who have asked me to be on first name basis with the... why am I thinking about that now? What the hell was that? Kyoya couldn't really... like me, could he?'

They stared at each other a little while before Kyoya sighed and sat next to her. He gripped his hair tightly as he tried to calm his breathing down. 'That was so, fucking stupid. She is going to freak out and I'll lose her... I never had her. Jesus I've messed this up.' "Kyoya, what does this mean? I- Kyoya look at me." 'She did it, she really called me Kyoya.' "Well, that depends, on what you want it to mean. I want... what do you want from me Haruhi Fujioka?"

Haruhi didn't know what she wanted, before now she had never hoped, never thought that Kyoya senpai thought of her as anything other than a kohai, a friend at most. Somehow she found herself doubting that that was all he wanted now. She looked at his eyes, his beautiful, cold eyes. They weren't cold, she realised belatedly. They glistened, full of passion and life and... and what? 'Jesus Haruhi, he kissed you. It's not like he's in love with you... I've liked him for so long but... I never thought he'd like me back so I never even thought about whether I'd want to be in a relationship with him. All my past relationships failed and I lost friendships, not to mention the host club. It won't work. It won't work and then I'll lose them all, I'll lose him'

"No."

Barely audible, barely more than a whispered breath. Kyoya still heard it though; he felt a stab of cold go through him. "Y-you're rejecting me then?" "I... no. I don't want to reject you Kyoya senpai but I can't... it'll ruin everything." He was starting to get angry. 'What is that supposed to mean? Ruin what? Probably all that work she spent wrapping every other boy around her finger, so she can have her pick of the best. Haruhi isn't like that.Ofcourse she is, she's poor and what better way to get some quick money then go to an elite school and secure herself a rich husband. That doesn't even make any sense, Haruhi dresses like a man; the whole school thinks she is a boy. How could she get herself a husband? Any romantic attachments with anyone out of the host club who is a man would do her no good in the long run! Not if she spills her secret, she has no attachment to the club, to me except her debt. Once she pays that off she'll be gone. She isn't like that, in all the research I've done on her when has she ever messed a boy around? She doesn't dump people she has only ever been dumped. Her relationships never ended well and she ended up almost friendless at middle school thanks to two boys in particular... Friendless... Friendless. '. I don't want to reject you Kyoya senpai but I can't... it'll ruin everything.' She's built herself up from the ground, she has a group of close friends and she doesn't want to ruin that in case things don't work out. But they will work because I won't let you go Haruhi. I will deal with the other hosts, with school, with everything. Just don't reject me.'

"Haruhi, it will work. Haruhi, Haruhi look at me!" she had turned away from him during his long silence and now she wouldn't look at him. She was thoroughly miserable, why did nothing seem to get better. She had just lost her home and now she was going to lose him too. "Haruhi." He forcibly turned her chin so he could meet her eyes. "You are going to be my girlfriend, during school time we will play down our relationship for obvious reasons. I will talk to Tamaki to let him know the situation and so he can tell the other hosts so that they won't think it odd if they see us... if they see us. At home we can do what we want so long as it is discreet in front of company. Is that all right with you?" "I, well when you put it like that, ok." "Ok?" "Yes senpai I will date you."

Kyoya allowed a grin to slip onto his lips as she said that, still he was feeling quite pedantic. "Just Kyoya now Haruhi." She turned to say something but again he cut her off with his lips on hers. He was a lot more careful though, he didn't want to re-re-damage her lip. 'I can do this now, whenever I like. She's mine.' He would have been quite content to stay like this for as long as they both could but he was very, very aware of ... 'whispering' out in the hall.

"What are they doing, it's all gone quiet."

"Your son had better not be doing anything untoward." "My son? What about your daughter?"

Haruhi giggled at the antics of their fathers. Did they honestly think that they couldn't hear them?

"My daughter is respectable young lady, I really don't like your tone, what are you trying to imply." "I'm implying that I raised Kyoya to be a perfect gentleman so if any funny business is going on it is your daughter doing it!"

Kyoya groaned, this could not be happening. Embarrassing was an understatement. Haruhi tapped his shoulder, bringing his attention firmly back to her. She held a finger up to her lips as she tiptoed to the door, Kyoya followed her slightly bewildered.

Haruhi slowly counted to ten in her head, before grabbing both doors and pulling them open. The two quarrelling fathers fell forward onto the plush rug at her feet. Dread filled both men as they raised their eyes to meet the wide brown eyes of the girl. She crossed her arms and tilted her head, "And what are you two doing skulking in the corridor?"

Ranka was the first to recover from the shock of falling at his daughter's feet and he quickly tried to regain... some kind of composure. "Skulking, we weren't skulking. Mr Ootori was just showing me around, weren't you Mr Ootori?" Yoshio blinked before straightening his glasses that had become 'slightly' askew. "That's right, as I was saying this door was installed in the early days of us owning the...um the manor so that the library would be kept warm in the winter and-and- and cold in the summer."

"We may be common Mr. Ootori but I doubt my father needs you to explain the purpose of a door. We used to have them, when we had a home." Poisonous words dipped in the sweetness of a smile; it didn't make them any less bitter. Everyone winced at the cool smile on her face; it rivalled Kyoya's coolest expression. "Well, I would hate to interrupt you giving my father a tour of the house so I'll be going now. Kyoya, I think I do need help getting to the room, if that isn't a problem." From icy warrior to sheepish school girl, it was hard watching the transformation without feeling some form of whip lash.

The two teens stepped over their fathers leaving the men to awkwardly gather themselves up with what little dignity they had left. Yoshio offered Ranka his hand but Ranka just looked at him. "Not yet, this changes very little. I'm grateful to you for letting us stay here but... just no." Yoshio nodded, he could clearly understand Ranka's stand point. Still he had hoped, maybe after the beginning of their talk he would... understand?

"Mr. Fujioka, may I speak with you?" Ranka nodded. They walked over to the settee recently vacated by their children. The awkward silence didn't last long, Yoshio was trying to work out how he should word this, he hadn't talked about Suki since...

"You said earlier, that what angered you most was not that your house was destroyed but that you felt all Haruhi's memories were tied to it. I too lost... Kyoya's mother, she died when he was very young. She hadn't been well for a long time, cancer." Ranka nodded, Kotoko had had a cancer scare when they had first married, it had been terrifying. "There was nothing anyone could do; it was advanced by the time it had been caught... She fought for so long but, when Kyoya was around six she... um, she died." Yoshio felt his eyes stinging, it was hard to talk about but still he hadn't cried about it for so long, he didn't want to start now.

Ranka patted his shoulder awkwardly, Yoshio may not be his favourite person at the moment but he could fully understand the pain of losing the person who completed him. "You don't have to talk about things if you don't wan- if you can't." "No, I... I don't know why but I feel like I need to tell you. Kyoya didn't have very many memories of his mother but, there were some things that if he looked at them he would remember. The other boys were older and understood a lot better than he did. We treasured the things that helped him remember but we are an influential family, a well known family. We have as many enemies as we do allies, business deals go wrong, people get hurt. The son of a disgruntled ex-employee took it upon himself to right some wrongs. He broke in one night and set fire to the mansion, the priority was getting every person out alive. We lost everything in that fire, her clothes, her books, photos of her. Almost everything she had ever given the boys was gone." Ranka looked at the man next to him, the man who caused his pain but that man who had felt that pain himself. Ranka found it harder and harder to be angry at him and instead found himself sympathising. "We eventually found some photo's of her and family and friends gave us pictures they had of her, I made sure the boys had as many as possible in their rooms so they wouldn't forget but Kyoya... everything he had of his mother was burnt away. The mansion was completely redesigned for safety reasons so he can't even connect rooms with memories. I am so sorry that my actions caused that for Haruhi, I never wanted that." Ranka nodded, he understood how hard it had been for Yoshio to open up to him; a stranger.

Kyoya and Haruhi were more alike than he first thought;they had undeniable chemistry and intelligence. But, perhaps they could help each other in so many ways. Two halves of the same whole, all they had to do now was make the edges fit.

"Kotoko died when Haruhi was five. Haruhi was such a bright girl that the school skipped nursery and year one and put her straight into year 2. It had been difficult for her to try and fit in, the other children were jealous of her and one of the teachers seemed out to get her. She was bullied so badly and one day we received a call from one of the nicer teachers telling us someone had hit her and it had done some damage. Nothing major but still not what you want to hear about your little princess. Kotoko had just finished a case so she was having a break and I hadn't been dressed so the plan Kotoko was going to go ahead of me to meet the teacher at the gate with Haruhi and then I would have a word with the head..." Ranka broke off to take a steadying breath to try and calm himself down. "Um, when I got to the school there was an ambulance and police outside and the teacher was holding Haruhi. I'll never forget it Haruhi was screaming and screaming, she wouldn't stop. I ran as fast as I could, I thought she had been hurt you know?"

Yoshio looked at the man from the corner of his eye; it was tragic the way things had turned out for their children. Yoshio failed Kyoya and Fuyumi, he had been so depressed after Suki's death and they looked so like her that it had been painful to be with them and because of that he held them at a distance, married his little girl off... Ranka had stopped talking and was staring into the fire that bathed the room in an orange light. Yoshio was about to repeat Ranka's reassurances: that he didn't need to say anything if he didn't want to when the long haired man sank back into the cushions.

"Kotoko had tried to run across the road when she saw the state Haruhi was in, she hadn't seen the car. It was speeding and she didn't have the chance to get out of the way, the driver ran for it. My little girl, my little girl saw her mother die. By the time the ambulance got there it was too late to do anything for her but God bless them they tried. They tried so hard but she had been gone before she hit the ground." Ranka ran a shaky hand over his face, "I always wondered what would have happened if I had been quicker getting dressed or if I hadn't let her go without me. I know I haven't been the best father for Haruhi; I couldn't be there for her when she needed me. But I try, I work so I can get her whatever she wants but she never asks, never. She is so selfless." Ranka knew he was rambling but he couldn't help it, all his insecurities were pouring out of him. "I continually let her down when she needs me, when its stormy I'm at work, when she's being mugged I'm in bed... I am a terrible parent." "Yoshio laughed humourlessly.

"You think that's bad, I slapped Kyoya full on in the face in front of everyone, I can't acknowledge his success, I married my daughter off to get her out of the house and now... this is exactly the type of father I didn't want to be. I am turning into my father and I hate it."

"Same, my dad was completely inconsistent and cold, I hated that man. I want to be more consistent for Haruhi;I want her to know I'm proud of her. My dad, there was just nothing I could do to please him you know? One minute he was singing my praises next he was hitting me with a belt." "My father didn't even hit me himself; he paid a man to do it." The men laughed at each other's stories that grew more and more on the ridiculous side as time went on.

It's weird the things you can bond over. The death of a loved one, being the worst dad in the world and having an even worse father. Yoshio and Ranka formed an awkward alliance that day, the more they realised they had in common with each other... including their compulsion to pair their children off with each other.

"Kyoya needs a stable woman but someone who he can have fun with and relax with. Haruhi has all that and so much more, she is perfect for him in every way." Ranka nodded giddily, "Yoshio, I could not agree more, Kyoya has... this presence about him that tells me he could protect Haruhi if it calls for it but he will give her, her freedom. Not to mention the most adorable grandchildren in the world." "Agreed." The men toasted each other whilst living out their fantasies of beautiful, intelligent grandchildren and happy sons and daughters.

Well there you go, hope you like it =D this chapter took some writing because I knew roughly what I wanted to happen but I didn't want it sounding cheesy which I think it did but believe me its nooo where near as bad as the first draft.

Can't believe I'm so close to having 100 reviews =) I'm so giddy.

Right then onto the chatting =)

Aurira-16: Thank you sweetie, I was worried that with Kyoya we all know that he is full of emotions but he doesn't show them and so I didn't want him to be a bland character but I didn't want him to be too out of character. I find with Kyoya's brothers, in fanfic especially, they are either evil or just barley in it. So I took a bit of a risk, I'm not trying to make him look like a brilliant guy but I don't want him to be EEEEEEVIILLLLLLLL either haha. I am so glad you liked my chapter and I hope you like this one too... God I hope someone likes it haha.

Kouga's older woman: I know you didn't ask me to respond but I felt I had to... I too am a fanfic junkie... I know it's hard to believe but its true ;) so to hear a fellow junkie likes my work is really nice and I am trying to get things out as quickly as I can for you so the withdrawal isn't too bad... but rather some withdrawal than a terrible chapter right...right? Hmmmm

Lolcari- you asked me to take your review down but fanfic was having none of it haha... I don't care I'm taking everything up to the hot springs as a review to my story... I really like Haruhi/Kyoya, I'm really weird in that when I'm watching I ship Haru/Kyo and Haru/tam but the second I'm not watching its H/Kyo all the way =) I hope you like this chapter... maybe you could take your own review down but it will only let me take anonymous reviews down, sorry. I hope you got your coffee and I'm glad you seem to like my story. I hope I hear more from you 'cause you made me laugh =D

XxSoliexHiddenxX: hmmm I didn't know how to respond to this review because I read it one way and my friend read it over my shoulder and went 'she's being so sarcastic' ... I didn't think you were but there you go. So if there was sarcasm involved "thank you" ;) and if there wasn't thank you =). It's like I've already said I see so many stories where the older brothers are evil but I wanted it to be more sibling rivalry and an awkward older brother relationship. Thank you for saying it's a good idea =) (don't care if it is sarcasm I'm taking it =P) I really hope you liked chapter7 and I hope you like this one too

So thank you for your reviews, keep them coming because I love hearing what you think. I seriously am amazed people like my story, I annoy my friends so much by going on and on about your wonderful reviews and how you seem to like it and my massive paranoia.

I think with the whole convo with the fathers I felt I needed to explain why they are who they are, why Yoshio pushes his children to their limits. I asked my friend and she said that Kyoya's mum is never mentioned in the manga and I know she isn't in the anime... so I killed her off. Poor woman, if I ever write another one of these I may let her live.

Anyway back to the convo, I felt like we needed some humanity from Yoshio and that way he can move forward as a character and blah blah blah. I want to improve him because, the same with the brothers, I don't want to write him as this evil man with a plan. ...

Sorry that was such a long drawn out explanation for something you could probably have worked out yourselves but that's the paranoia for you. Same as last time please review and if you want me to respond the let me know... I like this chatting thing =)

Till next time

Wp2 xx