Call #1 (Kyouya-Yoshio)
"Ootori Yoshio desu ga."
"Otou-sama..."
"Ah, Kyouya. What do you want?"
"I've called to say that Haruhi Fujioka has just agreed to be my wife."
"I see. Bring her to the house sometime."
"I've made arrangements for Sunday."
"Very well."
The phone went dead.
Call #2 (Kyouya-Fuyumi)
"Moshi-Moshi."
"Fuyumi nee-san..."
"Kyou-chan!" his sister's voice boomed through the receiver. "I'm so glad to hear from you! You know you never call me!"
"..."
"Kyou-chan...? Are you still there?"
"Yes."
"Was there something in particular you wanted to say?"
"Yes. I'm engaged."
"ENGAGED! KYOUYA, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? I'M SO HAPPY! WHEN CAN I MEET HER?"
"It's Haruhi Fujioka."
"Haru-chan!"
"She hates that name."
"Oh, Kyou-chan, not everybody hates nicknames as much as you do."
"Haruhi does."
"Haruhi is the scholarship student you told me about, right?"
"That's correct."
"This is so sudden, Kyouya! Are you sure?"
"We've been dating for some time now."
"WHAT?! And you didn't tell me?"
"There was no need to."
"Ah, Kyouya, you're so mean! Well, take good care of her, Kyou-chan! When can I meet her?"
"She's coming over for dinner on Sunday..."
"Perfect!"
"Nii-san, don't get so excited..."
"Aw, Kyou-chan, aren't you happy to be getting married?"
"Hai."
"You don't sound excited."
"I am."
"Oh, Kyou-chan! Then I couldn't be happier!"
"Nii-san, I have to go now."
"Is Haru-chan with you?"
"She is. She looks forward to meeting you."
"Mata atode denwa shimasu?"
"Hai."
Kyouya sighed and shut his cell phone with a snap and thanked God that he only had one sister.