"WHAT?!" the hosts gasped.

"You said this was a trick, Kyoya!" Haruhi protested.

"Who says I can't lie," Kyoya emotionally said, as he was writing away in a small book.

"Daddy will save you, Haruhi!" Tamaki lunged towards her, as she stepped back, leaving him to plant his face onto the ground.

"No thanks, dad." Haruhi sarcastically sighed.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to take her to my house for a few arrangements, if you may." with that, Kyoya suddenly grabbed Haruhi's hand as he dashed out the door, and into his limousine.

"Now daddy's gonna be mad," Kaoru snickered.

"Boss, you're never gonna get anywhere mopping in that corner." Hikaru poked him.

Honey stared at Mori.

"Takashi, what are we going to do?" he worryingly said.

"We're going to kidnap her." Mori simply replied.

"What 'few arrangements' are you talking about?!" Haruhi shouted.

"Marriage papers." Kyoya responded.

"To Hell with that!" Haruhi growled.

"But you won't be in debt anymore, and you can do whatever you please, excluding divorcing." Kyoya smartly remarked, a smirk planted on his face.

"You have a point," Haruhi sighed. "But I'm not convinced."

"Oh?" Kyoya said as he pushed up his glasses. "I'm a convincing man, and there are so many ways."

"Prove it." Haruhi rolled her eyes.

And Kyoya was already hovering above her.

"Perhaps, seduction?" Kyoya smirked. "Or, would you like me to list them off, I suppose?"

"Get off of me, you pervert." Haruhi scowled.

"Huh-Pervert? Better tell that to Mori." Kyoya smiled.

"This is not the same situation. Besides, you wouldn't because you won't gain anything from sleeping with me." Haruhi simply said.

Kyoya chuckled, as he moved Haruhi upright, moving himself back to his sitting position.

"You don't know my intentions, Haruhi." Kyoya stated.

"Let me guess-Incest." Haruhi muttered.

"Surprisingly, you're right, I couldn't simply hand you over to Mori. I would need my share first, perhaps." Kyoya shrugged.

"And if I refuse?" Haruhi coldly questioned.

Kyoya averted his eyes towards Haruhi, as a sly smirk slipped onto his face.

"Why, then, I won't share you."

Haruhi scowled at him.

"Fine. I'll sign the marriage papers, then." Haruhi sighed in disgust.

"Splendid!" Kyoya innocently smiled. "Now, for the dress."

"Dress?" Haruhi mewed. "What dress?"

"This is not what I imagined to be 'a dress', senpai." Haruhi angrily stared at Kyoya's devious smirk.

"The dress for tomorrow is a loose white satin dress, with some scuffling layers flowing from the bottom. That should be simple enough." Kyoya remarked.

"Then, may I ask you," Haruhi started. "Why am I wearing a bikini?"

"Vacation with the host club." Kyoya replied, writing in a small black book.

"I would've been better off with the twins choosing my swimsuit..." Haruhi grumbled.

"It's a private beach. No customers, no work. Just a vacation, unlike last time." Kyoya looked up from his book, but returned writing.

"And," he added. "I already reserved our room."

Of course, Kyoya emphasized the word 'our' with such exaggeration.

"Our room?" Haruhi asked. "You save intimate relations after marriage, you know."

"I never said we were going to have 'intimate relations'." Kyoya smirked yet again.

"I'm not sure if I can trust those words, coming from a Shadow King." Haruhi teased.

"But that doesn't mean I can't have a bit of fun," Kyoya drooped his eyes as he pulled Haruhi closer to him.

He buried his head in Haruhi's hair, a scent of strawberry rising quickly.

"It smells like strawberries. No wonder everyone wants you." Kyoya softened his voice.

"And to think," Kyoya's voice trailed off with a chuckle. "I have you all to myself."

Sorry if that may have taken a while to write! I was drawing some art for some of my story covers (Threesome, Sweet As Cake, and Tasty As Chocolate)

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