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Kyoya nudged Haruhi with his shoulder. Tamaki had just instructed the girls to exit the host club and now the club was sitting around a table on three separate couches. Kyoya and Haruhi had a loveseat to themselves, which Hikaru and Kaoru had insisted was only appropriate since they were in love. Kyoya had rolled his eyes and set his laptop down on the table.

Haruhi asked, "What?"

"Remember," Kyoya said. "Tonight at 7. You and me; no one else."

"I'll remember. How could I forget?" Haruhi asked.

Hikaru made a gagging noise immediately followed by Kaoru slapping his arm, none too lightly. "Hikaru!"

"It's so romantic…it makes me sick!" Hikaru added one more retching noise for effect.

"You can sleep on the couch tonight," Kaoru said.

Hikaru's eyes grew wide. "What-why?"

"Because you were being rude," Kaoru explained.

"But Kaoru!" Hikaru whined.

"Quiet!" Tamaki shouted. "I want to hear about this date that you are taking my daughter on!"

Haruhi sighed. "Tamaki-"

"No, it's fine," Kyoya interrupted. "I'm picking Haruhi up and we are going to watch a movie."

"No! Not a movie! That's the perfect opportunity to put your arm around Haruhi, and I will not let you take advantage of my daughter!" Tamaki shouted.

"Tamaki, you're not my father. So shut up," Haruhi growled.

Tamaki pouted and retreated into his depressed corner. He took out a packet of mushrooms and started to cultivate them. Haruhi rolled her eyes and turned back to the group.

Honey took a bite of strawberry cake. "I hope you have fun on this date, Haru-chan and Kyoya-kun!"

"We plan to," Kyoya replied politely.

Honey nodded and mumbled something unintelligible through a mouthful of cake. Mori said quietly, "Mitsukuni said that you two should eat some cake on your date."

Kyoya raised his eyebrows. "We'll put that on the list of dates to come, Honey-sempai."

Honey nodded vigorously and handed a piece of cake to Haruhi who reluctantly accepted it.

The group was in a comfortable silence for a while before Haruhi started, "Okay, I have a few rules."

Kyoya turned to her. "And what are they?"

"One." Haruhi held up a finger. "No limos. At all."

"Fine," Kyoya sighed.

"Two." Haruhi held up two fingers. "Just you and me, no one else. No bodyguards, publicists, paparazzi, friends, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, and whoever else that is not you."

Kyoya nodded. "No problem."

"Three." Haruhi held up three fingers. "No expensive gifts or extravagant ideas. For example, no clearing out the entire movie theater."

Kyoya rolled his eyes. "Fine."

"Four, do not, and I repeat not, say anything to anger my father."

Kyoya nodded. "Of course."

"And five," Haruhi said and turned to the others, "is for the rest of you. None of you will show up at the movie theater. This is Kyoya's and my date, not yours. Understand?"

Sounds of reluctant agreement and a couple nods satisfied Haruhi. She turned to Tamaki's corner of sorrow. "I'd like specific clarification from you, Tamaki-sempai. Promise me that you will not come to the movie theater or watch us during our date."

Tamaki peeked of his corner and said sadly, "I promise."

"Great!" Haruhi gave Kyoya a quick smile and stood. "I have to get home; Dad will be home very soon!"

….~…..

Haruhi heard a knock at the door and looked at the clock. 7:00. Kyoya was here. She raced towards the door hoping to get it before her father but stopped short when she saw her father open the door and say, "Why? Ootori! What are you doing here?"

Haruhi scowled and joined her father at the door. "You know why he's here, Dad. I told you that we're going on a date, remember?"

"Oh! Yes, I remember now," he said, clearly indicating he knew all along. "Now you two have a good time." He leaned in close to Kyoya and growled, "And if you hurt her, it won't matter that you are an Ootori. I will end you."

Kyoya paled and nodded.

"Dad!" Haruhi chided.

"Sorry," he apologized smiling.

Haruhi gave him one last long, hard look before pulling at Kyoya's arm. "Come on, let's go."

"Uh, okay."

Kyoya and Haruhi made their way down the stairs to the floor where Haruhi stopped looking at the transport Kyoya had brought. "A motorcycle? Really?"

Kyoya shrugged. "What? You said no limo."

"Yeah, and now I'm classifying you as a pervert again," Haruhi sighed.

"Oh really?" Kyoya asked. Haruhi nodded. Kyoya rolled his eyes and threw his leg on the back and put his helmet on. He handed another helmet to Haruhi and said, "Well, are you coming?"

Haruhi took a deep breath and pulled the helmet over her head. She sat behind Kyoya and wrapped her arms loosely around his waist. When Kyoya started the engine, Haruhi squeaked and tightened her grip. When Kyoya didn't say anything, she said dryly, "You're smirking, aren't you?"

Kyoya turned and said with a smirk on his face, "How could you tell?"

"I could feel it," Haruhi sighed. She loosened her grip around Kyoya for a moment before Kyoya revved the engine. She squeaked again and tightened her grip. When she felt Kyoya's sides shaking with laughter, she said, "You suck."

Kyoya didn't reply but instead took off onto the street. Haruhi held on for dear life.

…..~….

"You know, I wasn't going that fast," Kyoya said as he handed the ticket man Haruhi's and his ticket.

"You were going fast on purpose," Haruhi accused.

The man ripped off the ends of the tickets and muttered, "Enjoy the movie."

Kyoya accepted the tickets with a nod of his head and guided Haruhi inside the theater. "Again, I wasn't going that fast."

"Yes you were!" Haruhi insisted.

"I didn't go any faster than the speed limit," Kyoya defended. He led Haruhi up the rows before settling in the top row.

"I highly doubt that," Haruhi said as she took her seat beside Kyoya. She held a giant bucket of popcorn and took a handful.

Kyoya sighed and took a handful of popcorn. Haruhi eyed him and said, "I thought you didn't eat sweets."

"Popcorn isn't sweets. It's popcorn." Kyoya took another handful and watched the entrance as a loud couple came stumbling through holding each other's hand and loudly expressing their affections. Kyoya muttered, "Please promise me we will never be like that."

"What? Are you afraid to show that you like someone?" Haruhi teased.

"No," Kyoya replied. "I just refuse to express my feelings while being stupid, like they're doing."

Haruhi rolled her eyes and said, "I don't think you're capable of acting stupid."

The couple had sat a couple seats in front of them and were now making out. Kyoya rolled his eyes and took another bite of popcorn. "Taking a girl to a cheap movie and then sucking face. Very classy," he muttered sarcastically.

The teenage boy, around Kyoya's age, turned around and said sharply, "What did you say?"

Kyoya shrugged. "Nothing."

The boy insisted, "What did you say?"

A sudden light shone on the boy's face making his identity clear. Haruhi gasped and said, "Kenzo?"

Kenzo's face contracted into a look of disgust. "What are you doing here?"

Haruhi replied sharply, "What does it look like? I'm on a date!"

Kenzo's gaze shifted to Kyoya. "With him? That's sad, taking the guy no one likes out for a date. Never thought you'd do charity work."

Kyoya growled to Haruhi, "Can I please punch him?"

Haruhi ground her teeth before taking a deep breath and saying, "No. He's not worth getting thrown out for."

Kyoya gripped the sides of the seat so hard his knuckles turned white. "You sure?"

"Just ignore him. The movie will start soon."

Kenzo grinned at the two before turning back to the girl. They again proceeded to make out before Kenzo retreated and turned to the two hosts again. "Oh and Haruhi? I wanted to tell you that on Monday, I will be telling everyone that you're a girl and have been cross-dressing since the day you came to Ouran High School."

Haruhi gasped. She had forgotten that Kenzo knew and could use it against her. Kyoya, beside her, had a similar reaction. Haruhi said, "Kenzo, you don't want to do that."

Kenzo sneered, "And why not?" When Haruhi didn't answer, he continued, "Beg me."

"What?" Haruhi said aghast.

"Beg me not to tell our classmates at our school."

Haruhi scoffed. "I'd rather die."

Kyoya took a deep breath and tried not to envision pounding this loser's head into the concrete.

Kenzo shrugged, "I guess you'll have to stop work at the host club then."

Haruhi bit her lip and said, "Please."

"Going to have to mean it," Kenzo drawled.

"Pretty please?" Haruhi forced out.

"You still don't mean it!" Kenzo sung.

Haruhi forced herself to breathe and started, "But-"

At that moment, Kyoya exploded, "You know what, you piece of scum? You can either keep her secret or I'll have you expelled from this school and I will personally make sure no other school will admit you! You'll be forced to get some lowly job, probably picking trash off the streets which is where you belong!" Kyoya bit his lip before continuing, "And if you have any brothers and sisters, I'll be sure they get the same treatment as you! I'll ensure that your mother and father both lose their jobs and you'll be forced to live on the street in a cardboard box where you will beg for food just to get by! Then a year later after all of this happens, I'll make a visit to whatever disgusting alley you are living in and I'll mock you and tell your family that this is all your fault and if you weren't such a disgusting piece of crap, this misfortune would never had affected them!" Kyoya panted from the lack of oxygen needed for the speech and glared at the surrounding movie goers who were staring at them. "What's your problem?"

Needless to say, the other people found something fascinating to transfer their attention to.

Kenzo paled and said somewhat quietly, "But, y-you couldn't do that…"

Kyoya scoffed. "Of course I could! And do you know why?" Before giving Kenzo a chance to respond, he continued, "Because I am an Ootori and I will not hesitate to make your life a living hell!"

Kenzo nodded meekly before turning around in his seat. Wordlessly, he stood and walked out of the theater leaving his 'girlfriend' behind. The girl stared at Kyoya who snapped, "What do you want? A free hand-out? Run after your little boyfriend!"

The girl nodded mutely before sprinting out of the movie theater. Kyoya took a deep breath before lowering his head to his hands. Haruhi muttered, "What the hell, Kyoya?"

Kyoya sighed and looked up. "I'm so sorry. Something just came over me. I don't know what happened."

Haruhi stared at her boyfriend wide eyed. "That was terrifying."

Kyoya swallowed holding back the guilt. "I'm so sorry; I never meant-"

Haruhi held up her hand. "It was terrifying but strangely sweet." Kyoya's eyes widened with hope. Haruhi shook her head. "Don't get me wrong, it was overkill, but it had good intentions."

Kyoya nodded and looked at Haruhi suspiciously. "So am I in trouble?"

Haruhi sighed. "Usually I would say yes, but I just really want to enjoy this movie and popcorn with you."

Kyoya smiled and looked up as the lights dimmed. The movie started to roll, and Kyoya and Haruhi both reached for popcorn at the same time. Their hands met and in that moment, a spark of electricity seemed to flow between them. Haruhi and Kyoya looked up at each other and didn't look away. As the opening credits started to roll, Kyoya leaned in and met Haruhi's lips.

She kissed back enthusiastically and together they shared the best kiss of their lives. Eventually, after many tongue-prodding and emotions exchanged, the two pulled back and gazed lovingly at each other. Haruhi smiled and turned back to the movie. Kyoya sat with his eyes on her wondering how on Earth he had managed to get this wonderful girl to be his girlfriend.

Haruhi glanced back at Kyoya and caught him staring. She shot him a questioning look, at which Kyoya smiled and gave her a quick peck on the lips to reassure her. She grinned and turned back to the movie. Kyoya took her lead and watched the movie but not before he put a long arm around her shoulders.

Haruhi snuggled into Kyoya which sent a wave of pleasure through Kyoya. He took a handful of popcorn and thought, I never want this night to end.

I'm thinking maybe one more chapter of Mr. Ootori and Mr. Suoh talking. I still need another half of the chapter so ideas are welcome!

Please let me know what you would like to read about because I'm practically out of ideas (unless I have another strange dream that sparks a creative streak)!