Yep still alive. Kyoya centric chapter, he's had a bit to much fun in New York City.

Disclaimer: If I owned any of this I would be a lot more famous than I am.

Chapter 36

Kyoya didn't really want to answer his phone, but he felt he somewhat of an obligation to as he clicked it open.

"Hello?" He drawled out the words as he heard the chatter of Honey in the back round ohhing and awing at something shiny.

"Kyoya?" Tamaki's voice rose with the crowd, "We're at a street festival so we won't be back until tonight. Are you alright mother? How was your visit with your friend?'

"Fine. 'Kyoya answered shortly, not bothering to ask what street festival, there was always something going on in New York. He shrugged off the wet towel onto the bed dripping water on the floor as he paced over to his closet. He would be dressed to go out tonight.

"Well, er good you look after Haruhi. She isn't feeling very well, she tried to bite me today when we tried to get her to come out today." Tamaki seemed ready to start crying as Kyoya sighed, "Oh and we uh, those clues we got yesterday, they were kinda stolen when we ate today."

"You did what?" Kyoya paused running a hand through his hair. Tamaki gave another nervous cough as he launched into explanation involving a dog walker, a purple haired waitress, and an angry chef who wouldn't give him his soup.

"Purple hair-dog walker-"Kyoya paused, "Was it a big, black hound? Floopy ears-" HE couldn't remember more details, "The girl was she young?"

"Oh she might have been in middle school, maybe a freshman in high school." Tamaki answered, "Why?"

"Never mind. I will take care of Haruhi before I leave, I have an appointment with my friend.' Kyoya answered as he shuffled through the clothes, "I will take care of everything."

"Okay mother, be careful. 'Tamaki warned as Kyoya quickly snapped the phone shut. He needed something Casual as he tugged out the suit pants and the oxford, but something that wouldn't make him stand out.

He shrugged on the black jacket making sure he looked put together as he started on his hair, drying it roughly. The girl with purple hair, she was somehow apart of this now. He wouldn't assume the dog walker and the waitress could be the same person from Tamaki's story, but he would take the guess.

Why else would she have accidently bumped into them? What else would she had accidentally spilled sauce on Tamaki's jacket, where he was keeping the slips?

It made perfect sense to him for now, it would be a matter of tracking her down again, if he was able to look at the address, but after dinner, after he made up with Kagame and had a break from the madness.

She was right about Mikan, but somehow he doubted all these clues were now just about Mikan, or finding her. It was to well plan, and it seemed to signal him out. Either Jizo was Jin or Jizo was a third player, who just picked up that Mikan was taking a break in New York.

He picked up the notebook as he wrote down a few more notes. It was more disturbing to think that someone knew he had left Kagame's house and sent him a message which meant they had to have his phone number.

Note to Self : Change Phone Number

Purple Hair Girl= working for Jizo / has paper slips

Who is Jizo?

Jin or someone else in the dance world

Why?

Possible motive involving Mikan's Past/ more likely toying with host club

Note To Self: Have Mikan pay dearly for cost of New York Trip

He snapped the notebook shut again as he buttoned up the shirt, half wondering if he should put on a tie, but decided against it as he shrugged on the jacket and tucking his wallet in his pocket. He grabbed the bill from last night and his cell phone as he headed for the door.

Haurhi had the TV on, but she was still asleep as Kyoya shook his head. There had to be something inside the apartment he could make her, before he left. She could be quite irritable if she didn't get food or if she suddenly got sick. He shuffled around the kitchen.

There was food, as they often had people coming to stay who needed a quick thing to eat when the help wasn't in. He pulled out a can of soup lighting the stove as he dumped it into the pan adding the water as it sloshed everywhere. He shoved the top on as he waited for it to begin to boil.

The flame licked the bottom greedily as he checked around for where they kept the bowls. It had been a long time since he stayed here, they usually had a house ready for any extended visits. The pent house would not show on any bills his father might see, which he needed, of course the school had accepted their extended research trip on American culture.

He pulled out a box of crackers as he pulled a handful out putting them on the plate, as he grabbed down a bowl. The pot hissed as he glanced over, it was close to boiling. He wondered if it was a sad fact that he only knew how to make soup from a can and maybe a sandwich. It was part of the problem of being raised with a full kitchen staff, he hardly ever had to cook for himself.

He leaned against the counter tapping his fingers, as the pot slowly reached the boil as he stirred it once with a spoon before pouring it into the bowl. The steam made his glasses fog as he pulled them off, rubbing them clean.

He shut the stove off with a click dumping the pot into the sink and the can into the trash in one fluid moment.

He grabbed the plate carefully, caring it over to the table as he lay it down as softly as he could with the spoon. He wandered back for a minute to the refrigerator, as he tugged out the only drink they had bottled, water, pouring a glass.

He grabbed the keys again, as Haruhi was still wrapped in the blanket, her jacket discarded on the floor. He paused, wondering if he should wake her up, to tell her food was ready, but she seemed happy for the moment.

He stepped forward so he was directly above her, staring down in the soft light of the room from the one set of lights that was on.

He brushed a hand onto her forehead, but she wasn't warm which was good. His hand lingered for a moment as he pulled his fingers through her matter hair. She stirred as he quickly pulled away, and rushed out the door, down the hall with the keys dangling out of his pocket.

The elevator doors dinged open again for him as he stepped in trying to shake himself. The phone in his pocket began to ring, as he pulled it out.

"Kyoya. Hey. I forgot to tell you which restaurant. It's called Period up by Broadway and main." Kagame sounded breathless, as she tugged something on, "I'll be there by six, and we have reservations."

"Thank you Kagame." He said rather stiffly as he snapped the phone shut. That was 40 blocks from where he was, which meant another taxi ride, he wasn't up for walking again like he did last night. He wasn't sure what has processed him to do it last night.

He had never heard of Period, but that didn't surprise him, restaurant came and went like flowers in a field of horses, if they weren't the pick of the week, the lingered and something else picked them up or they were stomped out.

The ride was short, he could have sworn he had the same driver from the night before, he couldn't remember exactly what the man had looked like, what he had been heavy set with the ball cap twisted to the side and the subtle beard. The taxi revved forward, as they pulled out into traffic, but Kyoya didn't say anything, he wasn't in the mood for useless conversation.

It wasn't anything splendid as he glanced at the bright lights and the sign that was lit up in red, Period. He tried to restrain any thoughts about why she could have picked this place, as he stepped out of the taxi absent-minded.

The place was casual he noted as he stepped onto the main floor. Kagame was there to greet them in a black dress with the glitter of her gold necklace hanging around the low cut front.

"Hey." She waved grabbing his hand,"Come on they have our table ready."

He pulled his hand from her grasp following at an even pace behind, as she didn't notice letting her hand fall by her side. He eased into the chair as he kept her steady gaze, her hair flawless as usual hanging in curls. There was steady chatter of the other patrons as people's meals were delivered, wine poured, glasses clinked.

It was a snazzy place, he noted, with one careful eye. Not five star, but far from he had eaten last night. He rubbed the white table cloth, fine fabric.

"Kagame." Kyoya started as he pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose, "I think we need to make a few things clear, since we have just somehow become so intertwined in each other's lives."

Kagame raised an eyebrow as she gave a snort, "No Kyoya, I will not have your babies. And yes you may adopt Mikan, please take her of my hands."

"That wasn't what I meant." He answered as he watched her carefully study the menu as he gazed down, "I think I'll have the special today. I'm sorry about last night-"

"Oh I am to. Seeing me half naked is never a pleasant thing." Kagame shook her head as she fingered the one gold necklace looping it around her finger as she caught his stare, "Kyoya eyes up dear, I know your not staring at that menu."

He gave a flustered glare as he placed it on the table as he crossed his arms, "Where do we stand Kagame? I don't understand you. You call me at all time during the night, you get me to organize parties for half the school, you-you-"

"I am just like you.' KAaame answered as she snapped the menu shut with a click of her hand as she ran a finger around the rim of her glass smiling sweetly, "Only I have boobs and I look great in heels."

He laughed, it started as a grin and then he just couldn't stop as he held his chest. She leaned back waiting for him to re compose himself as he gave great breath of air and had to resist the urge to slap himself.

"Sorry." He shook his head, "The thing about the high heels, it reminded me when my sister would make me play house."

"Younger?" Kagame asked as she crossed a leg over smiling as Kyoya shook his head.

"Older, and my only one." He answered leaning forward to stretch out his back. Kagame reminded him a lot of her, which was a very scary thought, though his sister, was more flighty than Kagame was and yet some how more restrained.

The atmosphere, some tension had been cut, and it was like he knew where they stood, "So what are we Kagame, just for clarification?"

"Very, very dangerously close friends.' She answered grinning again as the waiter stopped to pour a glass of red wine. He passed as she sipped slowly, "I like it though, I think we're evenly matched."

"I think I have more than enough start against you.' Kyoya answered, not willing to give her the upper hand again as Kagame laughed this time.

"Alright, but enough banter. I apologize for your antics about my sister and I promise we won't fight like an old married couple again. 'Kagame raised her glass as he met her in the air clinking them together, "Any luck after your strange encounter with the girl with purple hair. Sounds like the name of a noir novel."

"No." He admitted pausing as the waiter took their orders, "I wish I had more clues, but every time we get somewhere, something else comes up. Tamaki said he saw the same girl; well she matched my memory of her at the restraunt they ate today. She stole the other seven pieces of paper we had received."

"Maybe she was apart of it." Kagame answered, 'Maybe this Jizo is a secret master mind, it doesn't really make sense for one person to put so much effort in you all finding Mikan and these clues, seems to target just you."

"Maybe it's a message for me." Kyoya answered as he smiled, "I like it so far, whoever Jizo is, their appealing to my curiosity and my cold blooded need to have everything tucked away."

"Well off the subject of mysteries that are going no where." Kagame flicked a hand, "I think I really like Hoyt."

"Oh?' Kyoya asked. He didn't really know Kagame's personal history, besides the few trails of broken hearts that had turned up in his research.

"Yeah." She smiled, "I mean we've only been on a few dates, but he's so nice, and different than the boy's back home. It's a good change."

"Well I'm happy for you.' Kyoya answered, "What are you doing in the city anyways?"

"Oh, trying to find what I what to do with my self. 'Kagame answered as she tapped her fingers against the table, "I don't really have anything holding me at home besides doing chores and making sure every one is where they need to be. Sho and Jun are getting older and have friends who give them rides. Ayumi, she's always gone, we hardly see her at the house any more. Mikan, well you know Mikan."

"I'm not sure what I want. I want to bake, maybe open a store, but New York might let me clear my head, see some old friends, that I've been gone for to long. They forgot what I looked like." Kagame shook her head, "I wish I knew where I was going at this point. It's enough for me to have Hoyt, he's such a sweet heart."

"I want to meet him at some point." Kyoya shook his head, "Give my two stamps of approval.'

"Oh you'll meet him-"Kagame twirled a curl around her a finger, "But don't think I'll let him near you."

"Stay five hundred feet away." Kyoya scoffed, "But I have to approveve who I date, especially to make sure I bring honor to my family. I need to have smart children, well behaved spouse, and a good house that will bring prosperity."

"Well then we're best suited for each other." Kagame took another long sip of her wine, "Oh good bread." As she took a slice and buttered it carefully munching away, "Good, good bread."

He watched her, as he took a slice for himself, "So do you think he's the one?"

"I don't know. I've been with so many." Kagame answered as she reached for another slice, "I can't tell if I really like him or it's that first rush of, oh a man."

Kyoya smiled at her impression rolling his eyes as he nudged his glasses up the ridge of his nose, "So if you were going to open a bakery what would you call it? Where would you set up shop?'

"Something local, something small, manageable. I have my own set of recipes and my own twist for classic cookies.' Kagame shrugged, "It would be nice to have something outside of chores, and taking classes at the University. I don't really want a degree.'

"Well maybe you can enter into a contract with Ouran. "Kyoya suggested, "It wouldn't hurt. We have our café, but they were looking for someone to provide morning goods before lunch, to go with the drinks."

"Maybe. I really want something independent." Kagame paused as she raised the glass again, almost gone now. She snapped her fingers, as the waiter re poured for her, as she gave him a silent smile of thanks, "Or I could do that, run it out of the house-or the school. I wonder how much it would cost to get a space for a store."

"Depends where you want to look." Kyoya answered, "I'll help you when ever you return to Japan. I'm not sure your coming back with us."

"You know me very well.' She smiled again as she tapped her fingers against the glass, "I probably will stay for another week or two, and get some ideas set into motion before I come back home."

"Not a bad thing. A break from Mikan's endless drama, I hope she'll be well whenever we find her." Kyoya answered as Kagame shook her head.

"She needed time to breath.' She answered, "Something crazy to break from routine. Everything happened fast and hard, and now she's going to have to try and think what she's going to do for spring auditions. Her leg will be better, but Ouran was our hope for her to vaulted to a company."

"I don't know if she can keep taking those private lessons, I know you set up, with the headmistress dismissing her from the company. And her outside studio isn't exactly on par with her usual regiment, I worry, Kyoya."

"I'll help her." He answered shrugging his shoulders, "I think your right. She needs time to breath and focus herself. If she does the studio, she'll keep in shape without pushing herself to far."

"Which we all know she does with dance." Kagame shook her head, "Mom is never at the house any more. It gets on my nerves, with how much time she devotes to writing. It's been like this since we left the farm for the city. Ever since Dad died, she just wanted to be at the type writer or the computer, typing all day, all night."

"She's now on the road, dinners, parties, she's a hit. I worry about her to, but I think she'll come home soon, for an extended break. She's popular, but maybe she'll wise up and take time for herself."

"Your mother is able to write for a living, that is a very proud accomplishment.' Kyouya looked at her, "And make a fine living."

"I know. She needs to come home and be a mother." Kagame clicked her tounge, " I have things I want to do, besides raise the twins and Ayumi, they're a handful as it is."

"Well I think you vacation will help you." Kyouya shook his head, as he ran a hand through his hair, "Easy on the wine, Kagame.'

'Sorry, when I have a lot on my mind I tend to drink a lot more." Kagame smiled as she rested her head on her palm, before she reached for another piece of bread, 'I'm so hungry."

"I think our food is here-"Kyouya began as the waiter quickly laid a platter in front of him, leaving it with a swish. He stared not sure to make of the 'special'.

"I don't think you can eat it." Kagame poked the paper Koi fish, "It looks like a rainbow."

She was right, it was seven colors, seven slips of paper. He looked up for the waiter, it hadn't been the one who had been serving Kagame. He stared back at the fish as he pulled it apart slowly. The paper crinkled, molded in the shape of scales, as it ripped open quite suddenly and there was foffm.

Confetti shot into the air, as he waved a hand in front of his face, brushing through the pile of colorful, glittering paper. There was just an old iron key, lying in the middle though, as he picked it up, shoving the plate to the side.

"Here's our food." KAgame commented as the real waiter brought out, the dishes. The special was a fish, ironically, with a side of granish and potatoes. Simple dish, but prepared well, he could tell. He slipped the key into his pocket.

"So what was the rainbow Koi about?" Kagame asked as she stared at the torn paper fish. Kyoya shrugged concentrating on dinner instead, and she was quick to drop her question. He didn't seem to be in the mood for explaining anything further.

"It's cute." She muttered, she worked her steak, working down the second glass of wine and starting her third. She did like to drink when she had a lot on her mind, and he noted to himself to cut her off if she finished that third glass any quicker.

"The koi legend says swam in the river until it became the dragon. "Kagame giggled, 'Maybe its part of the clue. The seven member's unite under the watchful eyes of the master, who is left to discover the secret of the koi."

"When did you get all mysterious?' Kyoya paused with the bite of food still on his fork.

"Well I was mauling over clues and what they could mean and the paper koi, the seven slips of paper, its obvious the girl with the purple hair is working for someone. The clues are meant for you. Whatever led you to New York, Jizo isn't the same person as the one sending you these clues now." Kagame answered as she sliced into the steak letting it run red, "So good."

"You think these clues are meant for me?" Kyoya stared at her as she caught his gaze. Her lipstick had begun to wear off as she tossed her hair.

"No. Well yes, but I think they are leading you somewhere. You're the master, Kyoya, there's a reason they signaled you out." Kagame shook a finger, "Maybe you'll supposed to find something for Mikan, something in New York, and hold onto it until she's ready. When the seven colors unite, and the Koi fish becomes the dragon. Or the phoenix rises from the ashes."

"Again, when did you get so prophetic?" Kyoya asked as Kagame smiled.

"The flare of the theatre darling. Whoever has gone through this much trouble, defiantly has a theatre vein." Kagame answered as she took another bite, "But enough about mysteries. I'm sick of mysteries, tell me what my boys have been doing since I last saw them? Tearing up New York City?"

'I honestly haven't been paying attention these last two days. Haruhi isn't feeling well and is currently nursing a cold on the couch at the pent house. Tamaki and the rest are out touring the sights I'm sure. The twins have been here many times with their mother, the other's a few in between." Kyoya explained quickly, "You make me worried though, bringing them up. They were attending a street festivalal tonight. '

"Well I wouldn't worry." Kagame waved hand, "About any of it. Tamaki isn't so stupid, I'm sure their just keeping an eye out for "puppy". It'd be funny if they went to the pounds or sent out a notice to the dog catcher, if you see this girl-"

"Don't kid." Kyoya warned her, "I wouldn't put them past it, especially since I'm not there."

"Oh please." Kagame shook her head, as she took a longer sip , "The boys aren't that reckless, at least I don't think they are."

"You haven't known Tamaki as long as I have, ideas for him are like mushrooms, they sprout all over and some of them can be toxic." Kyoya sighed, "You make me want to call him, stop it evil Goddess. "

"You love me." She shook her head, pouting her lips, "But since the night is young, would you be up for a trip around Times Square. When's the last time you cam to New York?"

"Two years." He answered leaning against the chair, "We stayed for three months, and that was enough for me."

"Three months." She nodded, "Bit of a long time, for someone to stay anywhere." As she pushed back the chair, "I'll meet you down stairs."

He glared at her, as he pulled out what he knew was more than enough to cover the bill and tip as the waiter came and quickly picked it up before he turned back. Kyoya swore he wouldn't get angry with her, not tonight. His stomach felt like it had a lump of fish, he needed to walk, stretch his legs.

She waiting where she said she would be, as the cape draped over her shoulders, with the faux fur collar, "The weather is changing dramatically these days-Never sure what I need or should be wearing."

"I understand," as she quietly looped an arm around his and he didn't pull away this time acting more as her escort as they entered the already set night. It had to be close to eight o'clock or nine now as he stared at the glittering lights.

"Time passes fast." She murmured, as she raised a hand hailing a cab, "Time's square."

"Hey I know you. 'The cab driver turned as Kyoya realized it was the same man who had picked him up twice before, "Lucky fare. My mother used to say, once in chance, twice is coincidence, and three times is fate. The name is Charlie, where you want to go pretty lady?"

"Times Sqaure, but don't get us there in a hurry." She grinned as she settled in the seat, 'How long you been working this scene Charlie?"

"Oh 30 odd years." He scratched the back of his head lifting up the cap, "Could navigate these streets with both my eyes plucked out. Times square? Nice place, did you see that new poster they got hanging, real eye sore, just put it up. Part of some fundraiser for all the city strays, we got enough as it is."

"No." Kagame shook her head, as she rested her hands on her knee, as she swung her leg up and down, staring at the passing car, "It would be nice to cut down on the animal problem. I had a friend who got bit just last week by some poor mutt."

"Who bit who? The friend or the mutt?" Charlie asked as he turned up the radio, "Got to listen to the traffic."

Kyoya never felt comfortable engaging in odd conversations, but Kagame seemed perfectly at ease with it. He didn't like how he happened to get the same taxi driver three times in a row, out of all the drivers in New York City. He hated the idea of fate, he much rather be in control.

"So, feel like walking, see a show or just people watching?" Kagame turned to him again brushing back a lock of her curly hair, "I'd do Central Park, but I always have a bad feeling about going in after a good meal and heels."

"No. It's fine." He answered as with a soft sigh.

"Your English is very good." Kagame told him, "Where did you learn? I know Tamaki speaks French-"

"Partly from classes" Kyoya answered, "And partly from my father's business, we were just expected to learn both languages, to converse with all clients."

"Ah." Kagame nodded.

"And you learned Japanese from your mother?" He asked as she nodded.

"Mom was teaching Dad and we just picked it up as kids. We had a really strong community in New York, so we all switched between Japanese and English, it made it easier to move back." Kagame shrugged, as she waggled her foot up and down.

"Hm." He twitched his lips, "You notice that neither of us talks about family?"

"I think it's a good thing." Kagame sighed, "Since you know a lot about me already, and I know more than enough about you, but if you insist, how many brother's do you have?"

"Two older." He answered, "We don't exactly get a long."

"I know." She shook her head pausing the words, "the feeling. What about your mother?"

"She is involved heavily in the fundraiser for our company. I do not see her often." Kyoya admitted, "She and father, they do not see eye to eye on many things."

"Ah." Kagame nodded again, "Are you betrothed to anybody?"

"No." He said, with a slight mirth in his voice, "I'm sure my father would love to marry me off, but I do not think the right circumstances have come along yet-"

"I hate the idea." Kagame said with an edge of bitterness, "Love is never about cooperation's or family, it's between the couple-but I suppose there is a certain rational about it."

"Its alright. It's hard for anyone to understand when you begin to play with such large sums of wealth.' Kyoya stared out the window, though he could feel her gaze burn into him, "Things, like love, take a back seat to the good of the family."

"It isn't right." Kagame murmured as she stared out the window, "But I suppose I'm no strange to the effects, my mother suffered the same fate when she married my father. Money, it's a silly thing to fight over, but we'd die for it and give it all up for love."

"I'm not sure I would. 'Kyoya admitted as Kagame stayed silent. There was a certain understanding he was sure, she understood about him, and where he was, and what, the pressures of being the youngest even from her families place.

She began to laugh as the radio played, "All you need is love. All you need is love."

"Did you ever see Moulin Rouge?" She asked as he gave her a blank stare. She cleared her throat, "Love is just a game. I was born for loving you baby, you were made for loving me. The only way your loving me is to pay a lovely fee. Just one night, just one night-"

"There's no way, because you can't pay!' Charlie joined in as Kagame clapped her hands in some kind of ecstatic joy. Kyoya edged his way over into the corner of the street, wondering if it would be all right if he just dodged from the car right now.

"In the name of love, in the name of love!" Kagame was struggling to keep a straight face between her giggles, 'One night in the name of love!"

"You crazzzy foool! I won't give into you!" Charlie held the note as another car went whizzing by as he swore swerving in his own lane shaking his fist, "Alright and here we are Times Square."

"Thank you Charlie." Kagame nodded as she glanced out the window, "Where was that eye sore?"

"Oh well I wouldn't call it an eye sore." Charlie rubbed the back of his head, shoving up the cap, "Just a bit much if you ask me for a bunch of stray cats and dogs."

"Well as long as there not doing those pictures of wounded animals-" Kagame answered as Kyoya dug out the cash to cover the fare.

"Hey ride on me." Charlie shook his hand, "Twice you've been my fare. Third time, there's always a reason a third time. If you ever need a cab, just look up my number 456, haven't changed in the last 30 years."

"Alright." Kagame spoke up as she opened the door to step up onto the curb as Kyoya scooted over following her as she stood patiently waiting for him.

"I'm surprised you didn't break out into dance." Kyoya stared at her as she grinned looping her arm with his and walking with the crowds. They didn't exactly stand out, but they didn't exactly fit in either with the sea of theatre goer's.

"Oh I know." She snapped her fingers, "Marcel will be out of her show in an hour. Their holding a reception for opening night back stage, we'll visit with them."

"Lovely, as long as I'm not paying for drinks." Kyoya rolled his eyes as Kagame smiled up at him.

"Come on Kyoya." She shook her head, "Let's see if we can find that eye sore, Charlie told us about. It shouldn't be to hard if he's as big as it as he said-"

"Kagame." Kyoya cleared his throat as he looked up at the corner of the busy street, underneath the long movie poster, was a picture of Mikan, only not Mikan, because he had never seen Mikan wear anything quite that, riske. It had the twins written all over it, somehow, only they could imagine that.

It was a very, very, large billboard, but it wasn't exactly unappealing to look at. The puppy was looking happy and somehow pathetic as she laid in, the white sheets, with her legs crossed over as she rested her head on her hands. The top resting just low enough. Her pink hair was cascading around her, in a way he had never seen her wear it to school, in the morning.

It was the puppy alright with the dog ears on the head band, it somehow completed her. The collar they had added was a nice touch, he would be sure to ask them how they had managed to add that into the photo.

He had to make a mental note, never allow the twins to get bored, ever by themselves on a trip.

Kyoya wondered if Mikan, wherever she was had managed to seen it yet and just what her reaction had been to see her face staring down at her from Time's Square.

"Why is my sister on a billboard with the words, Lost Puppy printed beneath and a toll free number for anyone with information?" Kagame seemed torn between confused and angry, "And why is she dressed, what is that?"

"A torn between a dress and a night gown." Kyoya blinked, as he reached for his phone, "This has Tamaki written all over it, give me a moment."

He dialed his number, but all he got was the dial tone. He clicked the phone shut, as he opened it again, as he dialed the toll free number instead.

"Hello-" The automated voice said, "You have reach help us find puppy hot line, if you have any idea's where the puppy might be please stay on the line and the next available operator will take your call-"

He clicked the phone shut, "I have a feeling I will need to do some damage control."

"Later." Kagame snatched his phone from his hand, "Look at it this way, someone will have seen Mikan and you heard the cab drive, people are going to think its for a charity. People always do stunts like this in the City. We can cover Tamaki's butt in the morning."

"We?" Kyoya asked.

"You're going to need someone to donate money." Kagame shook her head, "Come on."

"Are you suggesting we actually turn this into a charity fundraiser?" Kyoya asked as she tugged him along on the street dialing a number. She spoke quickly, something about setting up an accountant, yes she knew it was late, and then her thanks. She dialed a few more numbers as Kyoya watched as she clicked the phone shut again.

"There you go." She placed it back in his palm, "We're accepting donations for the Lost Puppy charity, and all proceeds will be going to the non profit rescue missions in New York, happy?"

"How did you-" Kyoya stared at the phone as Kagame shook her head.

"If you have to ask than you don't know. You can make Tamaki sweat in the morning , I hate to think the cost of taking out that kind of ad space, they charge by the day I heard-" Kagame shook her head as Kyoya felt himself pale.

"Your leaving me to find a way to compensate for what ever he spent-" Kyoya stared at the billboard.

"If you get as many calls as I'm sure they will, I don't think you have to worry about raising awareness. If you call in the morning copy right the image and then sell it to the kennel club as a logo, then you get a huge down profit." Kagame answered, "So just call in the morning, and then sell the whole thing by the afternoon."

Kyoya stared at her, "Kagame, I have decided you have outwitted me in to many ways. It is almost scary how alike and yet how much more clever you are than me."

"I'm a woman." She answered brushing her hair back with a flick of her hand, 'It's my job. Now please try and enjoy the rest of tonight for right now."

He stared back at Mikan, who's giant faced watched him with those eyes saying he might as well enjoy Kagame's wild company, as he nodded letting her pull him off into the night.

I give the host club ten points for creativity and 50 for being over the top and absolutely ridiculous, I wonder if it would be easier and less of a headache if they had just called the dog catcher.

Kyouya seems to have it under control though, thankfully since Kagame is a quick thinker. Oh well, the night holds more drama as Kagame fights herself and everybody in between. Again when did this story get so serious?

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