Author Note: Well, it took a while for seven reviews, but whatever, it's a little interesting I suppose.

Japanese translations are at the bottom.
"Talking"
'Thoughts.'

Characters belong to Bisco Hatori.
Story and plot belong to me.

Chapter 08

What Father Wants

- Previously -

"Is he asleep?" He asked quietly.
"Instantly after I said oyasumi." Haruhi replied in annoyance.
Kyouya sighed and tried to remember what a internet site said when two people got into a fight that were in a relationship, "gomen, I wasn't thinking."
"Save it," she mumbled and sat up to look at him, "what do you want?"
"Let me sleep in here, the others are snoring loudly." He answered.
"I'm too tired to grab another futon," Haruhi grumbled.
"Then it looks like you'll sleep with me after all."

Kyouya got down and shifted the covers so that he could sleep in the futon with her, it was a perfect excuse to get close to her thanks to the game. Carelessly he placed his arm around her waist, having her tense at his touch that she wasn't used to. For their relationship within five months hasn't been that productive, one hug, no kisses, but a lot of socializing dates, and now he was trying to hold her?

They didn't even notice that Mitsukuni was awake.

"What merit are you trying to gain." Haruhi hissed.
"I'm not, take it as an apology." The shadow king replied.
"Not after you tried to embarrass me like that."
"We'll go somewhere that you enjoy on Saturday." He stated.
"I'm not falling for it." Haruhi retorted angrily.

He always felt like killing someone when she would get stubborn like this; it was bad enough that he didn't know how to be in a relationship still. When it came to talking about a baseball field with love, they weren't even at first base. It was like they were still in the dugout, waiting to be called on to smack the ball to go to first base.

He didn't want to kiss.

Every time he thought about kissing, it would league to consequences of him getting attached to her, a commoner. His father wanted Haruhi to be his future wife, but Kyouya just couldn't see any resemblance between them. He didn't want to have his father disappointed at him though, so he had to stay with her until said otherwise.

"You don't have to push yourself just to please him." Haruhi spoke.

Kyouya looked at the darkness silently as he was snapped out of his thoughts when she spoke out to him. He smirked lightly and placed his glasses aside and wrapped his arms around her lightly then placed his head between her shoulder blades. This side of her- concerned, worried, and knowing- he didn't mind this side of her much.

"Fuyumi-neesan told you too much." Kyouya huffed.
"She gave me a picture of you when you were three," she taunted.
"You benefit from our relationship more than I do."
"I know, but it's not in the way that you're thinking." Haruhi stated.
He pondered in mild curiosity, "how do you benefit from it then?"

Reluctantly, she turned around and his head turned into the curve between her neck and shoulders. He lifted his head away to look at her, only able to see those big brown eyes reflecting from the moonlight outside the window. Mitsukuni felt like there was suspense in the air, he too wanted to know, but he didn't understand.

Haruhi leaned into his chest, "I'm not treated like a warabe by you."

- Now -

Tamaki woke up bright and early even without the sun shining brightly, he had completely forgot about school and sat up. He looked around and noticed how the other Host Club members were sleeping around him. His eyes glanced around to see that no one else was awake, so he got up to look around the kitchen, no one was in there, and he rushed to the bathroom before looking around more.

Knock, knock.

He slid open the door to peak into the room and his eyes widened surprised to see two Host Club members laying in the futon together in a cozy. Haruhi's smaller and more fragile form was wrapped up in two bigger arms that belonged to the shadow king. Kyouya's chest was pressed firmly against her back, savoring the warmth of another throughout the night, and the cool wind of the door sliding open made him shiver with displease and held her even more closely without knowing.

But it stirred her awake.

Haruhi opened her eyes tiredly and tried to remember last night, playing games, mad at Kyouya, Kyouya sleeping with her. She could hear a creaking noise of the floor and she turned her head up tiredly to see Tamaki looking at her. Her mind couldn't really suggest any word of expressions, so she slid out of Kyouya's arms.

"Ohayoo senpai," Haruhi finally spoke, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
"Did I wake you?" Tamaki frowned.
'Most likely,' she thought, "iie."
"Why are you sleeping with Kyouya…"
"I had to because of three passes, remember?" The natural rookie replied.
He watched her get up, "o-oh, yeah, that's right…"

Haruhi gave him a sweet smile, "want some hot chocolate?"
His hand scratched the back of his head, "u-un."
She got up tiredly and replied, "kay."

Tamaki followed Haruhi out to the kitchen while passing the three guys that were out cold in their futons. Kyouya woke rather instantly to the absent warmth that had mysteriously disappeared. It surprised him that he was so angry about it as well, but he sat up and put on his glasses, and soon heard rustling nearby.

"Kyou-chan…" Mitsukuni spoke quietly, "are you and Haru-chan together?"
"…" the shadow king looked at him, wondering if Mitsukuni had-
"I woke up and heard you two talking last night…" he added.
Kyouya had to confess, he couldn't fool a senpai, "it's complicated."
"You don't seem to like her all that much though, you fight a lot."

"I asked her to have a relationship with me so that otousan would be pleased, there is nothing between myself and Haruhi," Kyouya stated, not bothering to lie. "She decided to agree, so her debt is wavered and I take her on dates occasionally."

"I think that's mean." Mitsukuni frowned, hugging Usa-chan as he sat up.
"Hmm?" His attention went to him with interest.
"What you're doing to Haru-chan… it's mean…"
"She agreed to do this, how is it mean? He asked.

The senior was quiet for the moment, then looked at him a bit sadly, "even if it is for your papa-san, you should try to make at least a little effort on having a relationship. Otherwise nothing will come out of it one way or another." He hugged his stuffed animal a little more tightly and smiled warmly to Kyouya as he added, "Haru-chan is our hime, so, she should be treated like it, ne?"

Kyouya chuckled at that, "I don't know how to be in a relationship, for me, all I have to do is take her on a date somewhere and she's fine with it."
"Haru-chan knows us a lot, she could see through Hika-chan and Kao-chan, I'm sure she can see through you too Kyou-chan." He frowned sadly.
'I already knew that,' the vice president of their Host Club shrugged, "it doesn't matter, after Christmas, she doesn't have to trouble herself over it."
"You should let Haru-chan decide that with you, not declare it on your own."
"Why should I let her decide, we were never serious about it." Kyouya stated.

"Maybe, because you weren't serious is the reason why there's nothing between you, if you really tried to be together, you might be happier." Mitsukuni stated, and added, "you might receive a merit, but, maybe something extra if you're serious?"

"I wouldn't know what to do." Kyouya replied. "We have no physical communication, it's always social, and it's been five months. It's not like it would work out."
"Try holding hands?" He smiled, "if you can hug her at night, hugging her in the day shouldn't be that different either. About kissing…" he tried to think about it.
"You're getting ahead of yourself, senpai." The shadow king announced.
"Are you going to try?" Mitsukuni asked curiously.
"If I can gain something from it." He sighed.

"Kay, here's what you can do," Mitsukuni cheered and whispered the plan.

Haruhi was thankful the electricity was on, and so she gave Tamaki a cup of hot chocolate as promised. He thanked her with the usual kiss on the head, causing her to laugh lightly and call him a kissaholic. Kyouya crossed his arms as he leaned on the hallway frame that led to the kitchen, and looked at them.

"Haruhi," he finally called out.
The natural rookie jumped, "K-Kyouya-sen-"
"Truth or dare?" Kyouya interrupted.
"…truth?" She looked at him confusedly.

Tamaki watched as Kyouya came over and place his hands on the counter, blocking off her exits. Haruhi leaned back against the counter though, confused as to what he was doing, and why in front of Tamaki. Kyouya remembered what Mitsukuni said, every last word, and so he spoke out to say it to her.

"Will you let me start over? This time, it won't be all merits and benefits, I should at least understand that much of it." Kyouya said sternly, being extremely serious.
She was taken back by this, but smiled and took his glasses and placed them on; she knew they had the same prescriptions, "that sounds fishy to me."
He allowed her to play, even with Tamaki watching, "tell me the truth."
"I said I was okay with it before, but is it something-"
"It's something I want," Kyouya stated.

Tamaki looked at them blankly, "…"

Haruhi smiled lightly at him, "kay, want hot chocolate? There's still plenty left, I was about to wake the others." She then thought about it, "…or do you want coffee."
"Coffee…" he then reached to her face, taking what was his, "and my glasses."
"I dare you to not wear glasses for a week for hosting," she fixed him some of the instant coffee with what was left of the unused hot water.
"You didn't ask truth or dare," Kyouya scowled.
She smiled, "I don't care." She gave him the coffee.

"Don't wake the others yet, I'll take pictures of them." The shadow king stated.
"You're so mean Kyouya-senpai." Haruhi sighed.
"No more suffix, at all." He replied.
"Who are you, and what did you do to the Shadow King?" She glared.
"He went on vacation," Kyouya answered coolly.
"Kyouya… you're scaring me…" Tamaki said nervously.
"Good, I'm surprised you didn't notice though." He replied in amusement.
"Nani?" The host king looked at him curiously.

'He doesn't realize that he's still in his boxers.' Haruhi sighed and looked at Kyouya, "since you embarrassed me last night, I'm going to get you back."
"What can you possible do to embarrass me?" He persuaded her to try.
"I told you about the picture she gave me, but not the one he gave me." Her hands
went into her pockets, "he said I could have it, and use it against you if I wanted."
The moment he knew that it must've been something humiliating, he set his coffee down, "let me see the picture he gave you." He demanded.
"Why? You want Tamaki-senpai to see you naked?" She asked curiously.

"Y-you have pictures of Kyouya naked?" Tamaki twitched.
"Yuzuru-sama gaze me one of yours too." Haruhi stated.
"Y-you have pictures of me naked?!" He flushed.
"And the twins, but they gave me- oi!" She roared.

Kyouya placed his hand into her rear pocket and pulled out her wallet that she learned to keep out of her bag and he looked at the photo and glared. It wasn't one of those laying on the stomach picture either; he was laying on his back grabbing his feet. He closed the wallet immediately, and looked away with a faint blush and crossed his arms in refusal of giving it back.

"That's more than invading my privacy." Kyouya stated.
"Kyouya, give me my wallet back," Haruhi growled.
"Iie, I have to confiscate it." He stated, actually teasing secretly.
"It's my wallet, now give it back or else," she tried to grab it.
"You shouldn't have a photo that exposes my gender."

Haruhi snatched it from him and put it in her pocket, "grow up will you?" It was her turn to tease purposely by crossing her arms, "it you feel that strongly about it I'll-"
"You'll give me the picture so I can burn it." He threatened in annoyance.
"Iya, then I wouldn't have an upper hand on the situation." The rookie stated.
"The twins have corrupted you, and their going to pay dearly." Kyouya growled.
"Oi, oi, oi, you're supposed to act like Tamaki-senpai at school."

Mitsukuni smiled and hugged his stuffed rabbit, "that's how it should be."
Haruhi looked at him, "…eh? Honey-senpai…?"
"He knows," Kyouya stated, "he was awake last night."
"E-eh?!" Her cheeks flushed at this.
"I won't tell!" Mitsukuni smiled.

She rubbed her face in frustration, "Kyouya, go take their pictures before they wake."

The sun eventually came out, and the snow melted a little bit to where everyone could be picked up from the apartment. Kyouya was of course the last to be taken on purpose so that he could talk to Haruhi alone. Both of them sat at the table, drinking some tea in complete silence which was a bit comforting.

"Would you like to go somewhere on Saturday?" Kyouya offered.
She looked at him, surprised he didn't say a destination, "where?"
"That's up to you," calmly, he sipped his tea in silence.
"But you've taken me to so many places over the weekends when Tamaki-senpai doesn't plan anything for us," the natural rookie replied with concern.
His eyes met hers, "I don't mind, we'll only spend the weekend there, one night."
Frowning, she didn't understand the generosity, "…how about Nagasaki?"
"That sounds good, farther than predicted though," he noted.

Haruhi tried to think, and looked at him, "we can go to Kyoto if you want then."
"Nagasaki's fine," after taking another sip, he asked, "do you remember that night you said I wouldn't gain anything by sleeping with you, Haruhi?"
"It's not that easy to forget," she frowned, remembering how rough he was, "naze?"
"This morning I realized that I could gain something from it, and from what you said you gained from your relationship with me," Kyouya finished up the rest of his tea.
Her attention went to him curiously, still taking small sips, "what is it?"

"Last time at the beach, I offered to do what men and women do," Kyouya looked at her, seriousness written all over his face, "my intention is to get closer to you, so if you don't cooperate, it appears I'll make a penalty of my own for you."

Haruhi blushed lightly at the unwanted imagine in her mind and asked sheepishly, "now look at who's been corrupted by the twins. You can't really be serious…"

"I am." He stated. "Friday night you can stay at the estate, then we'll leave for Nagasaki for all of Saturday and Sunday. Tachibana and the others won't come so that way it will be just the two of us, no strings or twists."

"How do either of us gain anything from this nighter of yours?" Haruhi frowned.
He looked at her with a cool smile, "I gain more understanding in relationships."
'Should've known,' she sighed, "so what do I gain from this then?"
"You won't be a warabe anymore, would you?"

"I thought hosts don't sell their bodies." The natural rookie asked calmly.
"I'm aware of bases, so long as we can get to the second one in order, we won't."
"Second base was covered last night, if you were that worried about the first base, you can easily pull a scam and place mistletoe in the Third Music Room."
"Mistletoe?" Kyouya looked at her with curiosity.

"Guess it's a commoner things," Haruhi smiled finding it normal about what they didn't know, "two people meet under a hanging piece of mistletoe are obliged to kiss." She then added, "leaves and twigs for treating circulatory and respiratory system problems, and cancer." Her mind pondered, "I think Germany was working on some type of potential treatment for tumors."

"It's surprising you're so knowledgeable on this." He stated with interest.
"I had to do a report when I was younger." The rookie replied.
"Sounds fitting," Kyouya stated, "I'll see if I can order some."
"Make sure you don't go under it with a guy, I might think you're cheating on me."
"Is this the part where I laugh at your sarcastic tone?" He scowled.

Knock, knock.

Haruhi got up and opened the door to see no other than Tachibana, so she smiled and allowed him in. She went over to the family room and told him that Tachibana was there now, so he got up. Her mind was a little surprised to see Kyouya grab their cups and placed them in the sink for her to wash before walking to the door.

"I'm sure that there will be school tomorrow because of the clear sky," he stated.
Haruhi smiled, "most likely, so I'll see you tomorrow at the Host Club."
His head nodded and looked at Tachibana, "I'll be there in a minute."
"Hai, Kyouya-sama." Tachibana took his leave.

"Hmm?" It was unlike him to send his bodyguard down before him, so she turned her attention to the young man in front of her curiously, "Kyouya…"
He came closer and kissed her cheek, "I'm told that's what you do at departure."
Her cheeks flushed mildly because she was surprised, "I guess so, but I thought-"
"I don't want to, but I've realized that my father has been rather smooth about all of this, so, I would rather do things correctly." The shadow king stated with a smirk.

Haruhi looked at him, then ended up laughing at him, "so that's the evil face Tamaki-senpai said he saw when you opened up to him?" She couldn't help it.

At first, Kyouya was surprised to hear this come from her mouth, along with laughs and giggles. His eyes closed for the moment, chuckled lightly, then looked at her one more time and placed a hand on her head. Haruhi looked at him confusedly, already stopping the small fits of laughter to see what he was doing.

"Well then, I'll see you tomorrow. You'll be informed of what otousan wants, whether you can host or act like a onna." Kyouya stated, releasing her head gently.
"Kyouya, I don't care what your father wants honestly, if your satisfied with his decision, that's alright with me." She stated plainly.
He looked at her for a moment, then smiled, "then what do you want?"
"Mmmm… I'd rather host, because if I didn't, you would have to spend your time with me as otousan wants, so you wouldn't really be hosting either, ne?"

Kyouya knew that, but it didn't hurt to be reminded, "we'll see."
"Un, you better go, Tachibana's waiting." She smiled.
"Mata ashita." The shadow king waved as he left.

Translations:

Ohayoo: Good Morning.

Author Note: I'm suddenly getting tired, I got to the dog park now almost everyday.

Next Update: Well, since I know that you all just like the super fast updates, so why not just stick to five comments, hmm?