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alcesverdes) wrote2007-05-05 05:14 pm
alcesverdes) wrote2007-05-05 05:14 pm
[Crossover] A Matter of Perspective
Title: A Matter of Perspective
Fandom: Crossover: Ouran High School Host Club/Okane ga Nai
Rating: PG-13
Words: 2800+
Summary: Kyouya finds out about Haruhi going to dinner every week to Somoku Kanou's house. Kyouya/Haruhi. Sequel to this.
Spoilers: Nup.
Notes: This got a lot more 'shippy that I had intended at first, but no complains here. :p
Kyouya didn't even blink when Tetsuya asked him to go to the Kasanoda group's headquarters to talk to his young master, despite the fact that he was absolutely clueless as to what subject Kasanoda might want to address—though no-one needed to know that. It had been unusual, yes, but none of the Club's hosts had done anything to anger the yakuza's heir; their contact had been minimum lately. The biggest odds pointed to Kasanoda asking if his chances with Haruhi had improved in the past month, and Kyouya knew Kasanoda was smarter than that.
Nevertheless, Kyouya answering a request like that put Kasanoda in his debt, whatever he might have wanted.
Kyouya kept his cool as, lead by Tetsuya, he walked between two long lines of mean-faced yakuza. He was certain that, as soon as he were inside with Kasanoda, they'd have their ears pressed against the wall panels, the angry frowns replaced by worried ones.
Tetsuya remained outside the room Kasanoda was waiting Kyouya in. Kasanoda was in the middle of it, sitting down in seiza, and had his eyes closed—all in all, he looked very self-collected. Kyouya knelt down on the cushion in in front of Kasanoda, put his briefcase next to him and waited.
Right then, Kasanoda inhaled and began to flail. “Ootori-senpai, we have to do something!”
Kyouya didn't ask, 'About what?' That would've been rude. Instead, he kept on waiting.
“If we don't, Fujioka—!” he sighed, moaned, and grunted at the same time. “Fujioka—!”
Kyouya frowned. “What's going to happen to Haruhi?” he asked, snappishly.
That seemed to calm Kasanoda down a little. At least enough to form a coherent sentence “Yesterday, I was walking around with Tetsuya and I saw her talking in a very friendly way with Somoku Kanou. Are you aware of what that means, Ootori-senpai?”
Kyouya did his best not to gasp and nodded slowly instead. He knew Somoku by reputation; that man wasn't someone he would want to be associated with. At least not in the open, not at this moment in his life, when he was still creating a reputation of his own. Kyouya wanted to be known as a ruthless-yet-fair businessman, someone you wanted to make a deal with, but not to cheat on. And Somoku was just plain cruel. Cruel to the point of vulgarity.
What could a man like that want with Haruhi?
The most likely answer was that he knew about her and the connections she'd been making in Ouran and... then what? Use her to destroy her friends' families and stand as the most powerful man in Japan in the aftermath?
That result was an implausible one, but the fact that Somoku seemed to be planning to toy around with Haruhi remained.
Or could it be...
Could it be that Haruhi wanted to ask him for a loan to pay her debt to the Host Club?
Maybe, if she didn't know what kind of person Somoku was. And to pay him back, he'd enslave her for the rest of her life—and he'd do more than merely expecting her to have tea with one thousand cute, rich, spoiled girls.
Kyouya folded his arms and deepened his frown; he wasn't going to allow that, and not only because Tamaki would fret forever if that happened, but because Haruhi needed to learn who her friends were.
Kyouya left Kasanoda's house after promising he'd take care of everything. He even thought that, if he had to, he'd make Tamaki pay whatever amount of money Haruhi could've borrowed from Somoku.
Despite the hour, he told his chauffeur to take him directly to Haruhi's house; he could've talked to her over the phone, but this was big; he needed to look directly at her eyes when speaking to create the right atmosphere.
-
“Haruhi's not here,” Ranka said. “She went to have dinner to her friend's house.”
Kyouya breathed deeply. “Do you know at what time she'll be back, Ranka-san?”
“Well,” Ranka put his finger on his mouth. “Somoku-san always sends her back before nine, so—”
Kyouya nearly faltered. “Excuse me? You're saying that Haruhi is with Somoku Kanou right this moment?”
Ranka nodded and smiled broadly. “Yeah. She's been going there once a week for about a while now. They wanted to pay her at first, but she said she'd do it for free, since she can't have a job while she's an Ouran student—”
The rest of Ranka's words became a distant rumor to Kyouya's ears just as the world blurred all around him. He didn't even notice that Ranka had closed the door until several minutes later—though he sort of remembered him saying that he had to get ready to go to work.
Yet, the most remarkable thing was that Kyouya had been left blank for the first time in his life.
His mind—his usually brilliant, cunning mind—resisted to get around this new information, which was made worse by the fact that Ranka seemed to have no problems at all with what his daughter had gotten into. Ranka didn't even seem to care, given that Haruhi's meetings with Somoku had been going on for a while and he hadn't even mentioned them to Kyouya in none of their phone calls. Not at all, not a single word.
And Haruhi was doing it for free.
For free.
If she was going to ruin her life, at least she could make some money out of it. Or choose someone better to ruin her life with.
Realizing he was starting to sound as Tamaki, Kyouya rubbed his face and forced himself to cool down.
There had to be a logical explanation to all of this; Haruhi wasn't the sort of girl to do something like that. She was the most pragmatic member of the Club—after him, of course—and that had to be worth something.
He called her to her cell phone.
“Fujioka here.”
“Haruhi, do you have a moment?”
“Kyouya-senpai?”
“Haruhi, we need to talk.”
“I know it's rare for you to call me, but can't it wait? I'm a little busy—”
“It's important.”
“Sorry, pal,” a deep, harsh, and unknown voice said all of the sudden through the phone. “Fujioka can't talk to you right now. Call her later.”
And then, silence.
Kyouya stared at the phone.
Someone had just dared to hang down on him.
No. Not any 'someone': Somoku Kanou had just dared to hang down on him.
That had been a lot worse than just adding insult to injury.
That had been a declaration of war.
Now Kyouya was more determined than before to stop Haruhi from seeing that man once and for all, and if he had to restrain her physically in order to do it, he was willing to lock her up in the Music Room.
But that'd be the last resort; he'd try diplomacy first. If she wanted to secure a good job after graduating, he could give it to her. If she wanted to have influence or to get her father his own okama bar, he could arrange that with a few phone calls. If she wanted nothing else besides... Well, he could work a way around that too.
At the end, Somoku may had his personal empire but, in seconds, Kyouya could have, besides his own, five of the most powerful families in Japan and a yakuza group right behind him. Specially if he told them it was for Haruhi's honor. Which it would be. Mostly, anyway.
-
Kyouya walked into the classroom the next morning feeling somewhat cranky; he hadn't sleep all that well the night before, thinking and scheming. Fortunately, no-one seemed to have any business with him that day. Even Tamaki felt like taking lunch in the Seniors' table; when Kyouya was leaving the cafeteria, he saw Tamaki sitting down between Mori and Hunny.
He also noticed that the twins were on each side of Haruhi; they'd been whispering among themselves, but they shut up when they noticed he was watching them. They were probably talking about why he'd gone to Haruhi's house the night before, which that wasn't a big deal since he didn't expect Ranka to keep it a secret.
Kyouya left the place with no comment whatsoever; he'd take care of whatever rumors might come out later. His talk with Haruhi was first.
Back in the classroom, Kyouya kept rehearsing in his head what he was going to tell her—and how he was going to do it. He needed to sound persuasive, yet strict enough to make her clear that she didn't have other choice but to do as he said. Luckily enough, the professors didn't seem to consider necessary to question him about his lessons that day, so he had entire liberty to proceed with his planning.
-
At a first glance, the Third Music Room seemed to be empty, but after looking around more carefully, Kyouya saw the other hosts gathered in a corner, chatting. They hadn't even noticed that Kyouya was there.
He cleared his throat loudly enough.
They all jump behind Mori and turned to look at him. Kyouya raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat again. “Haruhi, may I speak with you for a moment?”
Kyouya thought he saw a collective wince before Haruhi came out from the hive.
“I'll be fine, Tamaki-senpai,” she said with an annoyed voice.
Tamaki was heard whimpering and his arms were seeing flailing over Haruhi's shoulders as she walked to Kyouya.
Kyouya gestured towards the room in the back. He closed the door behind them and took Haruhi to the furthest corner; he knew the others would do their best to eavesdrop.
“Senpai, I apologize for what happened last night,” she began. “I asked Kanou-san not to do it again—” she sighed, “—but he's just so unpredictable. By the way, there's something I need to tell you—”
“Haruhi, do you know who Somoku Kanou really is?”
“He's a business man, isn't he?”
“He's a crude and vulgar businessman; furthermore, he's the cruelest man to have ever worn a three-piece suit!”
Haruhi blinked. “Is he? I mean, he's rude, but I wouldn't call him 'the cruelest'—”
“He's just showing you his best side; believe me, he's not someone you'd want to be associated with. He's not someone I'd like anyone I know to be associated with.”
“Senpai—”
“Haruhi, for the Club's—and your own—good, I'm going to ask you to stop going to his house.”
“Senpai, I just can't—”
“Haruhi! Your guest is here!” the twins chanted from the other side of the door.
“Guest? What guest?” Kyouya asked.
Haruhi smiled sheepishly. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, but—”
“He is here?”
“He's not—”
Kyouya closed his fists and strode back to the Music Room.
He couldn't believe Kanou would be bold enough to go there, at least not so soon. Though that action placed the bets back on him wanting to destroy the families of Haruhi's friends and not only to destroy her life.
Kyouya thought he could deal with that a little better, though it didn't stop being outrageous the idea of taking advantage of a girl who wasn't aware of just how terrible the business world was, nor the horrible power struggles that went inside of it.
Kyouya was willing to unmask Somoku, to tell him in front of everyone that he knew about his plans and make it clear that he, Kyouya, was willing to go lengths to protect Haruhi, to protect his friends.
Then, he stopped because the only unfamiliar face in the room belonged to a lovely girl who seemed quite scandalized at Tamaki's advances.
“Oh, my fair lady,” he said, holding up her hand, “the destiny was quite cruel for not letting us meet any sooner!”
“Listen!” she exclaimed taking her hand back. “I am most definitely not—”
“Tamaki-senpai, what are you doing!” Haruhi exclaimed. She went straight to Tamaki and pushed him away.
“There's no need to be jealous, Haruhi!” Tamaki said. “Daddy is always going to love you!”
Haruhi sighed, but didn't answer any further. Instead, she turned to her guest. “Ayase-san, I'm sorry for all of this.”
“Don't worry, I guess...”
“Listen, everyone,” Haruhi said. “this is Yukiya Ayase-san; he's a friend of mine who wanted to meet you all. And, um,” she lowered her voice. “Don't worry about 'secrets'; I've told him everything about how I became a host here.”
“He?” exclaimed all of the hosts but Hunny, who just said, “Nice to meet you, Aya-chan!”
“It's a guy?” Kaoru asked, looking at Ayase from every angle imaginable.
“So, Haruhi, who is a girl who looks like a guy, has a friend who is a guy and looks like a girl?” Hikaru wondered aloud. “That has to be karma at work.”
“I look like a what?” Ayase asked, his face completely red.
Mori, on the other hand, was poking at Tamaki's shoulder with a finger; the Club's King had apparently turned into stone.
Kyouya wasn't in a better shape himself; Haruhi's friend seemed quite harmless, but his existence explained nothing on the matter that had him so worried.
“Kanou-san said I could stay here as long as I wanted—or as long as you allow me, anyway,” Ayase said.
“I don't think it'd be much trouble if you stay the whole afternoon,” Haruhi said. “Right, Tamaki-senpai?”
Tamaki nodded slowly; in his current state there wasn't much else he could do.
Kyouya, on the other hand, had caught the name; his brain was working as fast as it could, trying to make all of the pieces fit with this new information. The only thing he could think of ended up making Somoku more of a pervert that he already was in Kyouya's mind.
“Ayase-san, could you excuse me for a moment?” Haruhi asked. After Ayase said it'd be no problem, Haruhi turned to Kyouya. He nodded; they needed to finish their talk.
“Ayase is the person you're going to see at Somoku's house?” Kyouya asked once they were in the back room again.
“Yes.” Haruhi said. “Kanou-san doesn't let him have many friends, so...”
Kyouya blinked. Somoku didn't let a young boy with a cute face and huge eyes to have many friends? The most probable explanation behind that made Somoku still a pervert, but a less threatening one.
Haruhi then told Kyouya that Ranka was a friend of a friend of Kanou's and that's how they had come in contact. Then it all made sense; Haruhi had been chosen as Ayase's companion because she was well referenced and could be keep easily under control through her father. It was the same thing Kyouya would've done if he were in Somoku's shoes—not that he wanted to be in them. Ever. If only because it was just too low.
Now that it had been all cleared up, Kyouya felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
And then it hit him.
He had been wrong all along.
Wrong.
He.
He couldn't take comfort in the fact that no-one knew, because he knew. Haruhi did too, but she wasn't aware of how much he had been wrong and she wasn't the sort of person to hold it against him.
“Are you okay, Kyouya-senpai?” she asked.
“Yes, I'm fine,” he growled.
“You don't look that good. Maybe you should take a nap or something.”
Yes, maybe. But he wasn't going to take a nap in the Music Room; judging by the noise outside, the twins were trying to put Ayase in a dress and he didn't agree with it.
Kyouya pressed the bridge of his nose. “Tell Tamaki I'm going home for the day.”
“Yes, senpai,” Haruhi said.
“And that I'll kill him—or anyone—if they call me before next Monday.”
“...yes...”
Kyouya left without saying another word, dodging the twins, who were still chasing Ayase.
Once he got into his limousine, Kyouya decided to talk with that Kasanoda alarmist later, when he'd had enough sleep and had copped out with the idea of having been mistaken—and painfully so.
Then, he though that maybe he should be grateful because Haruhi and the other Club members were safe. Still, Kyouya needed to keep an eye in Somoku; he could still try to take advantage of Haruhi's relations.
Kyouya began to design a plan to interrogate her in which she wouldn't notice what he was doing. That would be easier now it was clear that she personally wasn't in any danger
Now that he thought about it, the whole affair gave him the opportunity to talk to her privately often, and he realized how little that bothered him.
Kyouya sighed; now he needed to sort out if he he should send to Kasanoda a thank-you note instead of a sarcastic remark.
Fandom: Crossover: Ouran High School Host Club/Okane ga Nai
Rating: PG-13
Words: 2800+
Summary: Kyouya finds out about Haruhi going to dinner every week to Somoku Kanou's house. Kyouya/Haruhi. Sequel to this.
Spoilers: Nup.
Notes: This got a lot more 'shippy that I had intended at first, but no complains here. :p
Kyouya didn't even blink when Tetsuya asked him to go to the Kasanoda group's headquarters to talk to his young master, despite the fact that he was absolutely clueless as to what subject Kasanoda might want to address—though no-one needed to know that. It had been unusual, yes, but none of the Club's hosts had done anything to anger the yakuza's heir; their contact had been minimum lately. The biggest odds pointed to Kasanoda asking if his chances with Haruhi had improved in the past month, and Kyouya knew Kasanoda was smarter than that.
Nevertheless, Kyouya answering a request like that put Kasanoda in his debt, whatever he might have wanted.
Kyouya kept his cool as, lead by Tetsuya, he walked between two long lines of mean-faced yakuza. He was certain that, as soon as he were inside with Kasanoda, they'd have their ears pressed against the wall panels, the angry frowns replaced by worried ones.
Tetsuya remained outside the room Kasanoda was waiting Kyouya in. Kasanoda was in the middle of it, sitting down in seiza, and had his eyes closed—all in all, he looked very self-collected. Kyouya knelt down on the cushion in in front of Kasanoda, put his briefcase next to him and waited.
Right then, Kasanoda inhaled and began to flail. “Ootori-senpai, we have to do something!”
Kyouya didn't ask, 'About what?' That would've been rude. Instead, he kept on waiting.
“If we don't, Fujioka—!” he sighed, moaned, and grunted at the same time. “Fujioka—!”
Kyouya frowned. “What's going to happen to Haruhi?” he asked, snappishly.
That seemed to calm Kasanoda down a little. At least enough to form a coherent sentence “Yesterday, I was walking around with Tetsuya and I saw her talking in a very friendly way with Somoku Kanou. Are you aware of what that means, Ootori-senpai?”
Kyouya did his best not to gasp and nodded slowly instead. He knew Somoku by reputation; that man wasn't someone he would want to be associated with. At least not in the open, not at this moment in his life, when he was still creating a reputation of his own. Kyouya wanted to be known as a ruthless-yet-fair businessman, someone you wanted to make a deal with, but not to cheat on. And Somoku was just plain cruel. Cruel to the point of vulgarity.
What could a man like that want with Haruhi?
The most likely answer was that he knew about her and the connections she'd been making in Ouran and... then what? Use her to destroy her friends' families and stand as the most powerful man in Japan in the aftermath?
That result was an implausible one, but the fact that Somoku seemed to be planning to toy around with Haruhi remained.
Or could it be...
Could it be that Haruhi wanted to ask him for a loan to pay her debt to the Host Club?
Maybe, if she didn't know what kind of person Somoku was. And to pay him back, he'd enslave her for the rest of her life—and he'd do more than merely expecting her to have tea with one thousand cute, rich, spoiled girls.
Kyouya folded his arms and deepened his frown; he wasn't going to allow that, and not only because Tamaki would fret forever if that happened, but because Haruhi needed to learn who her friends were.
Kyouya left Kasanoda's house after promising he'd take care of everything. He even thought that, if he had to, he'd make Tamaki pay whatever amount of money Haruhi could've borrowed from Somoku.
Despite the hour, he told his chauffeur to take him directly to Haruhi's house; he could've talked to her over the phone, but this was big; he needed to look directly at her eyes when speaking to create the right atmosphere.
-
“Haruhi's not here,” Ranka said. “She went to have dinner to her friend's house.”
Kyouya breathed deeply. “Do you know at what time she'll be back, Ranka-san?”
“Well,” Ranka put his finger on his mouth. “Somoku-san always sends her back before nine, so—”
Kyouya nearly faltered. “Excuse me? You're saying that Haruhi is with Somoku Kanou right this moment?”
Ranka nodded and smiled broadly. “Yeah. She's been going there once a week for about a while now. They wanted to pay her at first, but she said she'd do it for free, since she can't have a job while she's an Ouran student—”
The rest of Ranka's words became a distant rumor to Kyouya's ears just as the world blurred all around him. He didn't even notice that Ranka had closed the door until several minutes later—though he sort of remembered him saying that he had to get ready to go to work.
Yet, the most remarkable thing was that Kyouya had been left blank for the first time in his life.
His mind—his usually brilliant, cunning mind—resisted to get around this new information, which was made worse by the fact that Ranka seemed to have no problems at all with what his daughter had gotten into. Ranka didn't even seem to care, given that Haruhi's meetings with Somoku had been going on for a while and he hadn't even mentioned them to Kyouya in none of their phone calls. Not at all, not a single word.
And Haruhi was doing it for free.
For free.
If she was going to ruin her life, at least she could make some money out of it. Or choose someone better to ruin her life with.
Realizing he was starting to sound as Tamaki, Kyouya rubbed his face and forced himself to cool down.
There had to be a logical explanation to all of this; Haruhi wasn't the sort of girl to do something like that. She was the most pragmatic member of the Club—after him, of course—and that had to be worth something.
He called her to her cell phone.
“Fujioka here.”
“Haruhi, do you have a moment?”
“Kyouya-senpai?”
“Haruhi, we need to talk.”
“I know it's rare for you to call me, but can't it wait? I'm a little busy—”
“It's important.”
“Sorry, pal,” a deep, harsh, and unknown voice said all of the sudden through the phone. “Fujioka can't talk to you right now. Call her later.”
And then, silence.
Kyouya stared at the phone.
Someone had just dared to hang down on him.
No. Not any 'someone': Somoku Kanou had just dared to hang down on him.
That had been a lot worse than just adding insult to injury.
That had been a declaration of war.
Now Kyouya was more determined than before to stop Haruhi from seeing that man once and for all, and if he had to restrain her physically in order to do it, he was willing to lock her up in the Music Room.
But that'd be the last resort; he'd try diplomacy first. If she wanted to secure a good job after graduating, he could give it to her. If she wanted to have influence or to get her father his own okama bar, he could arrange that with a few phone calls. If she wanted nothing else besides... Well, he could work a way around that too.
At the end, Somoku may had his personal empire but, in seconds, Kyouya could have, besides his own, five of the most powerful families in Japan and a yakuza group right behind him. Specially if he told them it was for Haruhi's honor. Which it would be. Mostly, anyway.
-
Kyouya walked into the classroom the next morning feeling somewhat cranky; he hadn't sleep all that well the night before, thinking and scheming. Fortunately, no-one seemed to have any business with him that day. Even Tamaki felt like taking lunch in the Seniors' table; when Kyouya was leaving the cafeteria, he saw Tamaki sitting down between Mori and Hunny.
He also noticed that the twins were on each side of Haruhi; they'd been whispering among themselves, but they shut up when they noticed he was watching them. They were probably talking about why he'd gone to Haruhi's house the night before, which that wasn't a big deal since he didn't expect Ranka to keep it a secret.
Kyouya left the place with no comment whatsoever; he'd take care of whatever rumors might come out later. His talk with Haruhi was first.
Back in the classroom, Kyouya kept rehearsing in his head what he was going to tell her—and how he was going to do it. He needed to sound persuasive, yet strict enough to make her clear that she didn't have other choice but to do as he said. Luckily enough, the professors didn't seem to consider necessary to question him about his lessons that day, so he had entire liberty to proceed with his planning.
-
At a first glance, the Third Music Room seemed to be empty, but after looking around more carefully, Kyouya saw the other hosts gathered in a corner, chatting. They hadn't even noticed that Kyouya was there.
He cleared his throat loudly enough.
They all jump behind Mori and turned to look at him. Kyouya raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat again. “Haruhi, may I speak with you for a moment?”
Kyouya thought he saw a collective wince before Haruhi came out from the hive.
“I'll be fine, Tamaki-senpai,” she said with an annoyed voice.
Tamaki was heard whimpering and his arms were seeing flailing over Haruhi's shoulders as she walked to Kyouya.
Kyouya gestured towards the room in the back. He closed the door behind them and took Haruhi to the furthest corner; he knew the others would do their best to eavesdrop.
“Senpai, I apologize for what happened last night,” she began. “I asked Kanou-san not to do it again—” she sighed, “—but he's just so unpredictable. By the way, there's something I need to tell you—”
“Haruhi, do you know who Somoku Kanou really is?”
“He's a business man, isn't he?”
“He's a crude and vulgar businessman; furthermore, he's the cruelest man to have ever worn a three-piece suit!”
Haruhi blinked. “Is he? I mean, he's rude, but I wouldn't call him 'the cruelest'—”
“He's just showing you his best side; believe me, he's not someone you'd want to be associated with. He's not someone I'd like anyone I know to be associated with.”
“Senpai—”
“Haruhi, for the Club's—and your own—good, I'm going to ask you to stop going to his house.”
“Senpai, I just can't—”
“Haruhi! Your guest is here!” the twins chanted from the other side of the door.
“Guest? What guest?” Kyouya asked.
Haruhi smiled sheepishly. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, but—”
“He is here?”
“He's not—”
Kyouya closed his fists and strode back to the Music Room.
He couldn't believe Kanou would be bold enough to go there, at least not so soon. Though that action placed the bets back on him wanting to destroy the families of Haruhi's friends and not only to destroy her life.
Kyouya thought he could deal with that a little better, though it didn't stop being outrageous the idea of taking advantage of a girl who wasn't aware of just how terrible the business world was, nor the horrible power struggles that went inside of it.
Kyouya was willing to unmask Somoku, to tell him in front of everyone that he knew about his plans and make it clear that he, Kyouya, was willing to go lengths to protect Haruhi, to protect his friends.
Then, he stopped because the only unfamiliar face in the room belonged to a lovely girl who seemed quite scandalized at Tamaki's advances.
“Oh, my fair lady,” he said, holding up her hand, “the destiny was quite cruel for not letting us meet any sooner!”
“Listen!” she exclaimed taking her hand back. “I am most definitely not—”
“Tamaki-senpai, what are you doing!” Haruhi exclaimed. She went straight to Tamaki and pushed him away.
“There's no need to be jealous, Haruhi!” Tamaki said. “Daddy is always going to love you!”
Haruhi sighed, but didn't answer any further. Instead, she turned to her guest. “Ayase-san, I'm sorry for all of this.”
“Don't worry, I guess...”
“Listen, everyone,” Haruhi said. “this is Yukiya Ayase-san; he's a friend of mine who wanted to meet you all. And, um,” she lowered her voice. “Don't worry about 'secrets'; I've told him everything about how I became a host here.”
“He?” exclaimed all of the hosts but Hunny, who just said, “Nice to meet you, Aya-chan!”
“It's a guy?” Kaoru asked, looking at Ayase from every angle imaginable.
“So, Haruhi, who is a girl who looks like a guy, has a friend who is a guy and looks like a girl?” Hikaru wondered aloud. “That has to be karma at work.”
“I look like a what?” Ayase asked, his face completely red.
Mori, on the other hand, was poking at Tamaki's shoulder with a finger; the Club's King had apparently turned into stone.
Kyouya wasn't in a better shape himself; Haruhi's friend seemed quite harmless, but his existence explained nothing on the matter that had him so worried.
“Kanou-san said I could stay here as long as I wanted—or as long as you allow me, anyway,” Ayase said.
“I don't think it'd be much trouble if you stay the whole afternoon,” Haruhi said. “Right, Tamaki-senpai?”
Tamaki nodded slowly; in his current state there wasn't much else he could do.
Kyouya, on the other hand, had caught the name; his brain was working as fast as it could, trying to make all of the pieces fit with this new information. The only thing he could think of ended up making Somoku more of a pervert that he already was in Kyouya's mind.
“Ayase-san, could you excuse me for a moment?” Haruhi asked. After Ayase said it'd be no problem, Haruhi turned to Kyouya. He nodded; they needed to finish their talk.
“Ayase is the person you're going to see at Somoku's house?” Kyouya asked once they were in the back room again.
“Yes.” Haruhi said. “Kanou-san doesn't let him have many friends, so...”
Kyouya blinked. Somoku didn't let a young boy with a cute face and huge eyes to have many friends? The most probable explanation behind that made Somoku still a pervert, but a less threatening one.
Haruhi then told Kyouya that Ranka was a friend of a friend of Kanou's and that's how they had come in contact. Then it all made sense; Haruhi had been chosen as Ayase's companion because she was well referenced and could be keep easily under control through her father. It was the same thing Kyouya would've done if he were in Somoku's shoes—not that he wanted to be in them. Ever. If only because it was just too low.
Now that it had been all cleared up, Kyouya felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
And then it hit him.
He had been wrong all along.
Wrong.
He.
He couldn't take comfort in the fact that no-one knew, because he knew. Haruhi did too, but she wasn't aware of how much he had been wrong and she wasn't the sort of person to hold it against him.
“Are you okay, Kyouya-senpai?” she asked.
“Yes, I'm fine,” he growled.
“You don't look that good. Maybe you should take a nap or something.”
Yes, maybe. But he wasn't going to take a nap in the Music Room; judging by the noise outside, the twins were trying to put Ayase in a dress and he didn't agree with it.
Kyouya pressed the bridge of his nose. “Tell Tamaki I'm going home for the day.”
“Yes, senpai,” Haruhi said.
“And that I'll kill him—or anyone—if they call me before next Monday.”
“...yes...”
Kyouya left without saying another word, dodging the twins, who were still chasing Ayase.
Once he got into his limousine, Kyouya decided to talk with that Kasanoda alarmist later, when he'd had enough sleep and had copped out with the idea of having been mistaken—and painfully so.
Then, he though that maybe he should be grateful because Haruhi and the other Club members were safe. Still, Kyouya needed to keep an eye in Somoku; he could still try to take advantage of Haruhi's relations.
Kyouya began to design a plan to interrogate her in which she wouldn't notice what he was doing. That would be easier now it was clear that she personally wasn't in any danger
Now that he thought about it, the whole affair gave him the opportunity to talk to her privately often, and he realized how little that bothered him.
Kyouya sighed; now he needed to sort out if he he should send to Kasanoda a thank-you note instead of a sarcastic remark.
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Now, let's hope Kanou doesn't decide that a few teenagers might be dangerous. Or Else. *still giggling very very very much*
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I really hope Kanou doesn't find out about Tamaki hitting on Ayase.
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Esta precioso!
Los celos hermosos y la culpa tambien x3
♥
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