Move Along

Chapter 004

The next morning, Haruhi actively sought out Kyoya before class started. Luckily he was already in his homeroom, unluckily Tamaki was with him.

Taking a deep breath to ready her nerves, she approached the two upperclassmen. Tamaki immediately reacted and attempted to hug her. She promptly ignored the blond menace and focused solely on the darker haired second year student.

"Kyoya-senpai," she greeted.

"Good morning Haruhi-chan. What can I help you with," he replied, always straight to the point, accurately deducting she was there for a reason.

Losing some of her nerve, she anxiously fiddled with her jacket sleeves, unsure if she should be prying.

"What's up Haruhi-chan," Tamaki asked.

She was still solely focused on Kyoya, ignoring the blond. "Do you know a Higurashi Kagome?"

Kyoya's glasses gleamed dangerously as he spoke, "Why yes, I do though not personally. He is a second year student in class 2-C, transferring in last semester. He's a member of the tennis club, and of the baseball team. His athletic skills are noteworthy. And he has only been known to hang out with Nekozawa-senpai."

"His looks are above average, and he's quite popular with the ladies. Though he tends to mostly ignore people. He's not outright rude, just distant," Tamaki added.

"Why do you ask?"

"I may have caused him to get kicked off the baseball team yesterday," she admitted.

"Why do you assume that," Kyoya inquired, his black book out, ready to take down any new information.

"Did that hooligan lay a lewd finger on my daughter," Tamaki cried, gathering Haruhi into his arms.

Haruhi quickly pried herself away from the over energetic blond. "Calm down senpai, it was nothing like that."

"Then what happened," he demanded, still attempting to latch himself onto the brunette.

"It's not really that important," she attempted to side step the issue, well aware they would blow everything out of proportion.

"You can tell us," Tamaki whined, finally getting a tight hold around the girl as he rested his chin on her head.

"Fine," Haruhi sighed, caving in and agreeing to tell the story and letting Tamaki hang off her. "Promise me you guys won't make a big deal out of this."

"What happened," Kyoya persisted, his curiosity rising.

"Just promise me first," she stubbornly insisted.

"Fine we promise," both boys echoed at the same time.

"Well I stayed after club hours yesterday to finish some homework and a few members of the baseball club kind of cornered me."

Both Tamaki and Kyoya's eyes narrowed in anger at that. The king's grip tightened around her.

Oblivious to the tension, Haruhi continued. "That's when Higurashi-senpai stepped in. He fought with them, getting removed from the team for his efforts."

"Hmm, so did you want to help him get back on the team," Kyoya assumed.

Shrugging, Haruhi replied, "I'm not sure. He didn't really seem to care all that much about getting kicked off."

"I know, we should ask him to join the host club again," Tamaki exclaimed, finally releasing his grip on the first year.

"He would make a good addition. Despite his lack of class, his sports abilities and mysterious demeanor seem to make him even more popular," Kyouo thoughtfully added.

"Are you sure about this? He doesn't seem like the type to join," Haruhi said, looking between the two.

"Nonsense, and since he approached you, you will be tasked with getting him to join the host club," Tamaki declared, shoving a finger in Haruhi's face.

"No way."

"Get him to join and I will take five percent off your debt," Kyoya bartered.

Haruhi quickly responded, "Make it fifteen."

"Ten," Kyoya counter offered.

"Deal."