Haruhi looked up from her textbook in confusion as the doorbell rang. Her father had left less than ten minutes ago… there was no way he'd be back. She yawned loudly and marked her page before getting up.
"Coming!" she called, shuffling her feet to the door. She looked outside and groaned. It was the twins, and although she couldn't see, the whole host club was probably behind them. She remembered the first time the host club had visited her house…
"That was a disaster," she mumbled. But a part of her couldn't help giggling at remembering her father throw Tamaki against the wall after… he'd fallen…
"My lord… so you finally laid your hands on Haruhi?" the twins looked down at the blond prince under their feet. They turned to Haruhi's father.
"We're sorry. This guy is a total womanizer. He's a pheromone machine and his amount of women he's played is higher than the number of capillary vessels in his body," said the twins in unison, standing on top of the beaten Tamaki
"Played?" her father's brow twitched. Tamaki jumped up, his expressing beyond indignant.
"That's wrong! I never played anyone! I- I seriously…" The twins spun around, their eyes wide in shock, confusing Haruhi. But their next statement had confused her even more.
"Is he going to confess?" they mumbled almost inaudibly to each other.
"…seriously take care of your daughter as my own!" cried Tamaki, throwing himself, voluntarily this time, at Ranka's feet. And she remembered she'd felt slightly disappointed… much to her further confusion.
"Haruhi!! Are you home?" called the twins. She blinked out of her reverie and opened the door.
"Ah… hai. What do you want? There was no report of thunderstorms today on the ne- oh… you're alone?" She was certainly confused now…
"Hai! We've been assigned to dress you! We're going to the park!" they cried together, ushering her inside, not really trying very hard to dress her because they knew they wouldn't get to in the end She took the girly dress and sighed, walking into the bedroom and closing the door. As she dressed a thought hit her; no one but Tamaki insisted she got dressed as a girl for these occasions.
"Is… is Senpai coming too?" she asked nonchalantly, as if it didn't matter to her at all. There was a strange sort of noise on the other side of the door, and what she thought was whispering.
"No," said Hikaru, not quite managing to sound disinterested. Haruhi bit her lip and shrugged the dress on.
"Ah… I see. So then I assume this was your idea?" she asked, coming out. The twins grinned and each took an elbow.
"Of course!" they chorused.
"So much for my homework…" she grumbled.
The park was a place they'd only been to once, without much happening. They'd hosted a picnic for their customers, and everyone had gone home tired. No exploring or climbing trees, no playing tag or skinning knees. It was one of the few host club events Kyouya could truthfully say was nice and quietly peaceful. It was probably the only event he could say he relaxed at. He watched as the twins came out and shoved Haruhi into the limo in front of him. Soon the three cars set off for the park, and Kyouya closed the window between the driver and him as he pulled out his cell phone. Unfortunately, he didn't have to dial because Tamaki had taken the liberty of making himself speed dial number one.
Brrrring. Brrrrring. Brrrrrrring…
"…five… six…" counted Kyouya with annoyance. Tamaki always answered his phone…
"Hai?" mumbled a sleepy voice on the other end.
"You're sleeping? You of all people are sleeping at this hour?" he said into the phone, amused and perturbed at the same time. But he only let a mocking tone get through the phone.
"Kyouya!" said the Blond Prince, seemingly shocked. "Wha… what are you calling me about?"
"Oh… nothing. I was just telling you that we're going to the park and I wanted to make sure I don't have you screaming at me that I didn't bring you back anything…" he said nonchalantly. There was a muffled sound on the other end.
"…but… but… why didn't mommy invite daddy!!" he wailed. Kyouya smirked. That was the Tamaki they all knew.
"You're sick aren't you? We're losing enough money as it is with you not coming to the club. If you managed to get anyone else sick the results would be catastrophic… and you wouldn't want me to have to close the club, now would you?" he asked using his business voice, honey laced with poison undetectable to all but him. He listened as Tamaki stuttered on the other end, not even bothering to rethink the lame excuse for calling him that Kyouya had supplied him with… just as he knew he wouldn't.
"Well? Do you want anything?" he prompted, letting a hint of annoyance creep into his voice. Tamaki stopped stuttering and was silent for a few moments.
"No…" he said. Kyouya waited… Tamaki wasn't finished.
"Well, goodbye then," he said after a few moments.
"Wait… Is Haruhi with you?"
"She's coming yes, but she's riding with the twins. You could call their cell phones if you want, bu-"
"YOU LET HARUHI RIDE WITH THOSE DELINQUENTS?" he shrieked into the phone. Kyouya had been ready, and held the phone a few inches form his ear.
"Why not? Goodbye Tamaki," he said, and closed the phone with a click. He smirked; he'd be sure to take lots of pictures, and post them on the website. If he knew anything about Tamaki he'd be trying to keep up with his precious club in some way, even though he was trying to avoid Haruhi. And the only way he could do so without letting the others know what he was up to was the website. Oh, the photo gallery was sure to be full of pictures of the twins playing with their precious toy. And not only would they succeed in making Tamaki squirm, they'd have the added bonus of making a ton of money.
"And my plan proceeds perfectly," he murmured to himself with a grin.
Tamaki sat at his computer, something he very rarely did except for schoolwork, and ranted.
"Look at those infidels! Their hands all over my precious da-" he paused, beginning to feel confused again, but then looked at the picture and shoved all other thoughts from his mind, continuing "Haruhi! How dare they! And how could mother do such a thing! Letting them do that! Posting the pictures! What if darling Haruhi's identity is exposed! How could he do such a thing! When I get my hands on them I'll-"
"That's quite enough of that. It's late and the whole manor is trying to sleep," reprimanded Shima, who now stood in the doorway. Tamaki winced as he looked at the computer screen. It was midnight.
"Ah… yes… I am very sorry… goodnight."
"You had better be sorry. Tomorrow I must teach you more manners! You seem to have forgotten the last lesson!" she announced. Tamaki shuddered as she left, her robe fluttering as the door all but slammed.
"Maybe I should go to the club on Monday…" he mumbled as he turned back to the computer where Haruhi's chocolate brown eyes threatened to swallow him whole.
"Or perhaps… I am not well enough," he said, and shut the computer with a snap.
A/N: Now things will begin to get more interesting… Keep reading! And comment pls!
