((Alright. Part 1 received enough positive feedback for me to continue with part 2. Thanks, everyone!

Side note: Haruhi is so cute! But... this update was a pain... :/ Please review!

Dedicated to Colonel-Zexion.))

Richer

Ring… Ring… Ring… "Hey, you've reached Haruhi! Sorry I can't get to the phone. Leave a message!" Beep.

"Haruhi, this is Kyoya. It's about to start storming rather badly in my area, so I assume it's already reached yours. I'm keeping an eye on the weather report. Call me if it clears up. Stay safe."

Kyoya hung up his cell phone, sighing. Perhaps he should just forget about it. It was only a thunderstorm, after all. How frightened could she be? But, for the sake of appearences, he sent her a text message repeating the voicemail.

He started down the hallway, heading to his room. He hadn't made much headway in this venture, however, before a hand grasped his shoulder firmly.

"Kyoya," his father started, "We need to have a talk."

Kyoya tensed slightly, though not in a detectable manner. His father's tone of voice was unsettling. Given the recent conversation between Father and the associate, this serious conversation could have been brought about by any number of scenarios currently flashing through Kyoya's head. Perhaps the arrangement was denied brutally? Perhaps the associate had dug up information on the host club and deemed it inappropriate, or even reputation-ruining? Or… perhaps the marriage had been scheduled?

Shaking these thoughts, each equally horrifying in its own sense, Kyoya faced his father.

"What is it, Father?" he asked, masking his nervousness.

"Are you still a part of that… what was it… 'Host Club'?" Father asked.

"Yes, sir. The Host Club is still in operation. Why?" Kyoya said.

"And you still spend time with that… commoner girl?" Father asked.

Kyoya hesitated, "Haruhi? Yes. She's still involved with the host club, but no longer serves our guests. Why?" he added a little more emphasis to 'why', annoyed that it had been previously ignored.

"I don't want you associating with that girl any longer, Kyoya." Father stated matter-of-factly. "She's a distraction, and you have a wedding to plan." he turned, starting down the stairs.

Kyoya froze in place. "Don't want you associating with that girl... wedding to plan... wedding." These words burrowed their way through his thoughts, reminicent of parasitic leeches determined to siphon everything of importance to him out of his life and leave him a hollow shell of what the host club, and Haruhi, had made him. He could barely breathe.

Suddenly, the silence was broken. "You can't take her away from me." Kyoya was slightly, unnoticably startled, especially when he realized that the words had come from him.

Father stopped on the stairs, turning toward Kyoya. "Excuse me?"

Kyoya cleared his throat. "You cannot take her away from me. I won't allow it." he maintained professional composure, though his eyes were narrowed by his anger.

Father chuckled slightly, making his way up the stairs at a leisure pace and standing in front of Kyoya. He placed a hand on his son's shoulder, smiling up at him, and uttering under his breath, "Watch me."

Poorer

The storm had gotten worse. Haruhi had curled into the fetal position, unable to move. Her phone had vibrated a few times, but how could she manage to answer Kyoya-senpai when her house was shaking from the thunder?

Kyoya must have been really worried about her. He never called anyone else when he knew something like this was going on, unless it was really serious. He could try to fool everyone else, but deep down, Haruhi knew that he wasn't that bad. In fact... he was rather likeable.

A flash of lightening accompanied by booming thunder interrupted her thoughts. She jumped, even though it was less intense this time. The storm was dying down.

Haruhi gathered herself a bit. The thunder had quieted down significantly, and within a few minutes had reduced to a low purr. She took advantage of the calm and grabbed her phone, jumping onto her bed and sheilding herself under the covers. This helped hide her from the lightening.

She looked at her phone, ignoring the multiple voicemails that were undoubtedly from Tamaki and skipping straight to the only text message. It was from Kyoya-senpai. "I'm watching the weather report for you. Call me if this storm clears at all. Stay safe."

Haruhi felt her face heat up. He really was worried about her. This cheered her up significantly, though she couldn't exactly pinpoint why.

Okay, well, maybe she could. But her crush on Kyoya-senpai was most definately beside the point. The point was that he was worried about her, and she had no right to leave him hanging. Despite the storm, she still had full service on her cell phone, so she dialed his number and pressed "Call".

Ring... Ring... Ring...

"Hello?" a voice much deeper than Kyoya's answered.

"Uhm... H-hello? Is Kyoya-senpai there?" Haruhi responded, confused. She could have sworn she'd called his cell phone.

"He is. And he is available." the stranger said.

Haruhi grinned, "Oh, well that's good-"

"However," the stranger interrupted, "You may not speak to him. This is Kyoya's father, and I would greatly appreciate it if you didn't contact him again. He has a wedding to plan, and you are too much of a distraction. Thank you. Goodbye." Click.

Haruhi froze, shocked by what she had just heared. A wedding? Kyoya-senpai... was getting married?