A/N: This is the last already uploaded chapter, as with the rest, it has been quite thoroughly edited and had content added to it, although little to nothing actually removed. Expect new content *very* shortly as I have four more chapters written up already that have also undergone editing and etc!

Haruhi and Kyōya glanced at each other when the kid – he was only a fifth grader – waltzed in and demanded that Tamaki take him on as an apprentice. The way he did it was so brash, yet sincere, that they both immediately recognized there was a situation at hand. The poor kid wanted something, something serious, and while Tamaki had his moments of utmost sincerity and seriousness, well...

Seriously, with that kind of attitude he would get irritated very shortly with their "King", and both of them suspected that this would complicate things; Kyōya delighting in the extra complication, and Haruhi just letting herself become resigned to it, as always. Although, Haruhi thought that that gleam in her owner's eyes was super enticing, and hopefully desired that this new situation would provide more opportunities for alone time outside of the usual times he called her away to ravish her.

This would be interesting, for certain-sure.

Haruhi watched as Shiro-kun wrecked everything he was observing while simultaneously totally freaking out over the members of her club, and smiled to herself. Poor kid. He wasn't prepared for adult things like this. He probably wanted to impress a girl he liked, she had realized after thinking on it for a bit, and she couldn't fault that – if it came to it, she would probably go to ridiculous lengths to impress Kyōya-senpai. Of course, he didn't want her impressing him, so much as he wanted her obeying him, which she did fiercely and gladly, eagerly and excitedly, because Kyōya-senpai took such incredibly good care of her.

Then, right after she tried to explain that she'd undergone the same shock and confusion as he was dealing with, attempting to sympathize with him because really, he was a kid,the absolute utter brat purposely dropped the expensive tea set she had handed to him, making her inwardly grow faint as she mourned the addition of one hundred thousand yen to her debt. She had almost halved it a few weeks ago, but the expensive clothing and additional mistakes meant that she had accrued even more of a debt. Not quite as bad as the beginning amount, but still.

Sigh.

And then he had the gall to go making demands of everybody and passing blame! Shiro-kun was trying to act like and be a man, but true men owned up to their mistakes and accepted being at fault when the fault was theirs. True men made up for their times of being inconsiderate, and didn't make unreasonable demands of other people. True men weren't rude and pushy like this kid was.

In other words, Shiro-kun didn't measure up, and he should just stop trying, and tell them what was really going on, dammitall!

Also; why the hell did they have a freaking cage in the room, it was supposed to be a music room! Granted, it wasn't being used as a music room, but that as no excuse for cages appearing out of nowhere! What the ever-loving hell was it for?!

Then Shiro-kun went on a desperate rant and she hid a soft smile. Aw, he might be a brat but he clearly was earnest, and honest, about his wants, although clearly he was still unwilling to explain exactly why – or rather, Haruhi suspected, for whom – he wanted to become a Host so badly.

Mph, Kyōya-senpai was doing his "let's teach the morons what is what, exactly" type of speech, god, it was so hot. He was being domineering and commanding – doing such a better job of leading than their supposed "leader" could ever manage – and it made her so flushed and tingly! Somehow she was going to convince him to ravish her especially thoroughly today after Club!

Hah, "natural rookie" indeed. She was pleased with Kyōya-senpai's assessment of her character, but they both knew she was the Host Club's little toy, and Kyōya-senpai's pet.

Thankfully, Renge came in and interrupted things just when everybody was puzzling out how to fit this kid into their club – and yet again; were these people just warping the world around them to their desires? Because she certainly didn't remember there being a motorized platform in the room before today! – to give her own form of input.

Her idea was weird, but interesting, and Shiro-kun, while not really seeming to like it, certainly fit the stereotype well. Hm. Well, Haruhi suspected this wouldn't be a permanent thing. Tamaki-senpai would find out what Shiro-kun really wanted, especially after the kid's comment of "This won't make her happy!"and come up with an outrageous plan to get it for him – without a doubt involving Haruhi, regardless of willingness or a lack thereof; luckily she did kinda want to help Shiro-kun – and they would get the entire situation settled and resolved.

Kyōya pulled Haruhi to him, murmuring against her ear in a way that made her shiver, much to his delight, as his hands caressed her bare skin, which was simultaneously overheated and yet covered in goosebumps, while her body was trembling lightly. "Are you prepared to go along with Tamaki's eventual ridiculousness when he figures out what exactly is going on with Shiro?"

"Y-yes, Kyōya-senpai," she panted softly, as his blunt nails scratched over her skin and he pressed his firm body into hers, spinning her around so he could look at her flushed, wanton face. The look in her eyes was begging and pleading – he'd been teasing her for five minutes now, kissing everywhere but her mouth, in order to work her up. It had been over two months now, and he was ready to take things further with her (to what extent was possible at the school, anyway), but he had to make her need it as much as he wanted it, which, admittedly, was not that difficult a thing to do.

Finally, after lavishing her throat with kisses, bites, and sucks; after caressing her back and scratching down her spine; after flicking open her bra clasp – he slid his hands to her front and caressed over her breasts, capturing her mouth in a demanding kiss that made her keen softly, her breath coming out harshly into his mouth in heavy gasps and mewling pants.

He continued to attack her body, fingers caressing her skin as he kneaded her perfect handfuls of breasts, before pulling, twisting, and rolling her nipples between them as he slid his leg between hers and let her grind her crotch against it.

Oh damn but her need was enticing, as her hips rocked and bucked, and he heard her soft, needy, begging noises that sounded like kittenish mewls. Hn. A new nickname perhaps? He wondered how his pet would take to being called kitten.

Pausing his movements, he moved his mouth to her ear and breathed into it, deciding to immediately act on his urge to find out how she would like the new nickname he had come up with, "Aah, such a good girl, kitten. What do you want, pet?"

Hearing and feeling her breath hitch and her hips buck as he called her "kitten" was one of the most gratifying and arousing things that Kyōya had ever experienced. "Nnh, d-dunno! Just- Kyōya-senpai! It feels so good!"

Hn. She could barely even speak, she was so overcome with pleasure – Kyōya was pleased as fuck with this entire situation, and with his lovely little pet as well. Kitten was definitely being kept.

So, to reward her, he attacked her mouth again, his hands and fingers deftly returning to teasing her breasts as he pressed his leg more firmly against her core and ground it there; so that she wasn't doing all the work, although she was definitely helping herself out, for sure. She seemed entirely unable to stop, which was incredible to watch and experience.

He was glad that he had chosen lunch break to do this in, as right now they had plenty of time, although, really... When her volume increased, her body tensed, and she shuddered, collapsing against him… It was absolutely the most satisfying thing he had ever experienced in his life; how readily she allowed him to take control of and dominate her body, her lack of protest at him taking such liberties in such an open, public place such as school, the way she allowed herself to lose all sense of anything but pleasure at his demand, how she had just orgasmed without him even directly touching her sex… Fuck. It was a good thing he had enough control over his body to dampen and ignore (mostly ignore, anyway) his arousal when necessary.

When Haruhi, his adorable little kitten, came to from her experience, she looked up at Kyōya with limpid, shining chocolate eyes, and he couldn't help the soft, fond smile at her look of total submission and adoration.

"Thank you," she whispered, flushed and still panting softly. He held her, stroking her back and hair softly as she recovered. Kyōya knew that it would take her longer to recover from this than other things they had done thus far, but she wasn't filled with regret, and she was still willing to be his; she deserved his attention and his care right now.

Sneaking into the middle school was completely absurd, but Haruhi had not complained even once; other than to call Tamaki-senpai a pervert for dressing her up like this, that is, which was entirely reasonable and allowed. Tamaki-senpai was a freaking pervert.

Honey-senpai did look adorable though, and she had barely been able to talk at the incredibly heated look Kyōya-senpai had given her when he saw her in the skirt, remembering all too vividly how he had just earlier that day brought her to an orgasm for the first time in her life. Oh… But that experience had been amazing; to lose her senses like that, to be so swamped with pleasure and delight and feeling; she wanted to repay him, somehow, but also hoped he would do it to her again and again.

Stopping that train of thought, Haruhi forcefully brought her mind back to the situation.

In all honesty, Haruhi was impressed with the skill that Shiro-kun's crush had at the piano. The girl had some serious skills, and played absolutely beautifully.

Then they learned that – oh, how interesting; just like a situation earlier this year – his crush was moving away, and Tamaki-senpai kidnapped Shiro-kun away from his school so that he could give the boy a good talking to and inspire the kid.

He was full of shit, of course, but still inspiring nonetheless.

What… there was a piano in this room. Not that it was such a surprise, this was a music room after all, but how had she never noticed it before?! She rolled her eyes at the reaction of all the guys – even Kyōya-senpai, who was smirking wickedly while they all explained that of course it was there, just where she couldn't see it.

That was exactly the point! With all their antics, it had still been hidden away somehow!

Haruhi swore to something that the reality warping was too ridiculous today. Please, just… Stop. Warping. Reality. People.

This should not be possible!

Whatever, Tamaki-senpai had just sat down at the piano, and Haruhi wondered when he'd learned to play – and most importantly, why he never did it for their customers – could he be fairly mediocre?

Oh wow, scratch that -senpai could play very well, indeed! Teaching Shiro-kun the piece might work out after all!

Their visiting mini-host was certainly amusing, interesting, good at the hosting business, and best of all, Tamaki was just getting worked up over it and making a fool of himself because Shiro was capturing the attention of the young women as effortlessly as their "King" did.

Not that Kyōya disliked him – they were best friends, after all, but the situation had been giving their "King" airs and ideas regarding his Haruhi, and that was not to be borne. Ah, she had been such a good girl though, so supportive and obedient. If at all possible, he would reward her with the Host Club's next outing and make it something she would enjoy, for sure.