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Chapter 10

ONE WEEK AGO (Before Live Online Chat)

Haruhi stood outside the gates of Netherfield. It was the morning after her walk with Kyoya, and well… There was a certain event that she just couldn't get out of her head. (It made her blush just thinking about it! :P) She wanted so much to knock on the door and see him, but ere she found herself at a mental impasse. Would seeking him out so soon make her appear desperate? Hinata had told her otherwise but still…

Suddenly she felt a bit foolish. Since when had she ever been so uncertain about anything, or anyone? Her current behavior could be compared to that of Renge… Or Sakura. (*shivers* ewww…) She sighed. There would be only one way to absolve this matter and put her heart at ease.

Tamaki was currently cutting zucchini on the kitchen counter. All of the staff had begged him to let them do their jobs, which was their polite way of saying that he would severely injure himself and or some other innocent bystander if he proceeded to play with knives. However, there was no deterring him from his "commoner's way of cooking" regiment.

(At this time the kitchen is full of cooks, maids and butlers who are in panic due to Tamaki's efforts to make a stew. *hehe*)

"Monsieur, please! You will hurt yourself!"

"Don't be ridiculous Abigail. Common people do this all the time!"

"Sir, may I suggest that you use a cutting board? Without one there is a greater chance that the knife may slip, and also that you could cause damage to the marble."

"Right you are Richmond. OUCH!" The ringing of the doorbell had resulted in him missing the zucchini and cutting into his left thumb. The staff members gasped, immediately scrambling to find medical aid for his bleeding appendage. Tamaki sighed. He pushed his way through the crowd in order to answer the door, finding it a very tough feat indeed since he was being sterilized and bandaged along the way.

When he finally reached his destination, he was surprised to find Haruhi Fujioka standing alone outside.

"Oh, Miss Haruhi! It is always a pleasure to see you!... Is your sister with you?" He peered around her as if Hinata would suddenly spring out from behind a bush.

"No, she is still at home. I wanted to ask, well… Is Kyoya here by any chance?"

"Hmmm… I think he is still asleep. I am somewhat afraid to wake him, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind it if you do!"

"Oh, it's alright; I wouldn't want to disturb anyone."

"Nonsense! Right this way."

"Oh, okay," Haruhi was being dragged through the mansion and up flights of stairs before they reached a large set of double doors.

"In you go then!" In a matter of seconds she found herself being pushed into the room. She walked about for a moment, only to find that it was quite empty. She sighed, going back into the hallway.

"Was he upset? You didn't tell him that this was my idea, did you?"

"No, no," Haruhi wondered how bad of a morning person Kyoya was to make Tamaki so twitchy. "He wasn't in there."

"Odd… I haven't seen him around the house… Maybe the staff has seen him." After questioning a mix of servants and calling his cell phone a few times, they came to the conclusion that he was out of the house.

"I'll just come back tomorrow," Haruhi was able to hold back the disappointment from her voice. "Can you tell him I stopped by?"

"Will do," Tamaki smiled, but as Haruhi turned away, he took on a look of concern. Kyoya never neglected to answer his cell phone, and even if he did miss a call, he would either return it or leave some sort of message within a span of five minutes.

-The Next Morning-

"Is he still not here?"

"No," Tamaki looked as if he would have a mental breakdown. "I have called all of our friends and relations, and still there is no one who knows of his current whereabouts! What if he was kidnapped? I SHOULD CALL THE POLICE!"

"Relax. Tamaki," Haruhi handed him a paper bag to breathe through so he would stop hyperventilating. "If Kyoya's gone somewhere, it was of his own volition. However, I do think that he would require some assistance in the area of transportation."

"Oh, I see what you are getting at: I'm rich! I can have my people call his people! Hell, he probably told his people not to answer, so I'll also call some undercover agents and investigators to find him!"

"I was going to suggest looking through the phonebooks and calling all the taxi, bus, and air-travel services that we could find, but you do that! "

-15 Minutes Later-

"Yes. Mmm hmm. Well, Haruhi's been coming here to see you. Would you like to talk to her?" Haruhi looked hopeful at this. "Oh… I see. Okay then. Bye."

"He didn't want to talk to me?"

"No no! It wasn't that! He said he was…. Busy, with something… Maybe-"

"It's alright. I understand," she said, knowing that it was a lie. "I'll see you around." She walked past the front door without turning back.

"Is there anything else I can get for you sir?" The waitress speaking smiled and pushed herself closer into the man she was addressing. She wasn't an ugly woman: quite the opposite, in fact. However, no matter how much she flirted with the handsome man sitting at the bar for the past half hour, she just couldn't get him to ask for a phone number. Pity….

"No, thank you," he offered her a pleasant smile. "I'm sure I can ask the bartender if I need any more drinks." The waitress frowned at this, but nodded cheerfully before she strode away. After all, even the tiniest smile from that man sent pleasant shivers up her spine.

The man stayed for a while longer in his seat, gazing in disinterest at his half empty glass. From the corner of his eye, he saw a boy not much older than eighteen years walk into the bar. He followed him with his eyes, noting that the fellow was very beautiful for a male, and sauntered in with an elegant grace, sitting down in the same manner seven stools away. He chuckled to himself when the waitress started to bat her eyelashes in the boy's direction. The youth appeared to be flustered when she came up to him, and took on a look of horror when she gave him suggestive glances. He whispered something in the waitress's ear so as not to make a scene, and she subsequently blushed and walked away, muttering quick apologies as she went.

'That is curious,' the man thought as he continued staring. He saw that the boy acted as if nothing had happened. His gaze touched nothing as he looked down, and maintained the same empty look as he ordered a rather heavy drink. After downing it in a few swigs, he took another. 'That's a little much for someone of his age… Perhaps I can help to ease his worries,' the man smirked to himself as he got up and moved toward the youth.

Sitting in the stool next to the boy, he decided to strike up a conversation. "Having a tough day old chap?" (Is that how English people converse in a bar setting?)

"Oh, umm," the boy blushed, looking as if he were trying very hard to say something, but just couldn't get it out. Finally, he allowed his head to slam onto the countertop, startling the man sitting next to him. "Perhaps that's why he doesn't like me," he muttered into the wooden surface.

The man smiled. 'The boy's drunken state is quite amusing. Perhaps I can play with him a bit…' "Well, so far you haven't proven to be much to talk to, but most men tend to enjoy the silent type."

"NO! That is not the issue," he took another swig, and stared hard at the man. (Well… As hard as a drunkard can stare…) "There's this guy, and well… You see… I might be too poor and unsophisticated to suit his fancy... Too… ARRG! I'M A GIRL!" The youth's head fell again onto the countertop.

"Ah, that would explain a lot…" People were beginning to stare, and the man found himself in a very awkward position. However, this girl would be in too much of a stupor to notice him slip out of that tight spot.

He placed his hand gently on her shoulder, hoping that she wouldn't suddenly lash out at him for his accidental insult. "I'm sure that's not your problem…You see, it's not that you aren't feminine... You just have very strong and defined features." The girl looked up from her current position to glare daggers at him. (Damn, he was drunk too. Where is a TWIX when you really need one?*) "Look, that was the wrong thing to say, and only came out because I wanted you to feel better. You are very pretty, and I only thought that you might be male because of your hairstyle. And you know how men who swing 'that way' often look effeminate! For all I know you might be one of those." Shit, that came out terribly wrong… (Again :P)

"Do you really think that?" The girl looked somewhat hopeful, to his surprise.

"Yes, you are very pretty," he chose to place the spotlight on his compliment rather than on his implication that she might be a homosexual man.

"Thank you," she said this very quietly, and looked as if she were about to cry.

"You're welcome," he offered her a handkerchief. "Care to give me your name?"

She sniffed, "Haruhi Fujioka. And your name is?"

"Raito Yagami," he smiled at her, glad that she seemed to be feeling better than when he first saw her. She returned the happy gesture, and aimed to grab her drink again. He stopped her hand. "I think you've had enough for one night."

"Hmm… I guess so," she stood up, and it wasn't long before she began tipping.

Raito held her steady. "I… better help you back home."

Raito drove along the road, following the directions that Haruhi had given him to her home. He looked in the rearview mirror, only to see her lying asleep in the back.

'That girl should be more careful,' he thought. 'She is very attractive, and if she gets into the back of any guy's car this easily…' He saw her smile cutely in her sleep, and he couldn't help but feel warmth towards her. 'I'm just glad it's my car she got into.'

*If you don't know, threre is a commercial for a candy bar that says "Need a moment? Grab a twix," when someone says something that puts them in a very awkward situation. They subsequently chew on the bar and stall long enough to think of a clever save, and they end up gaining the favor of the person they very nearly pissed off...

A/N Meh, I haven't been able to think of any Ouran characters to insert, so I guess this has become the Pride and Prejudice, Ouran, Naruto, and Death Note crossover... AND HAHA! You probably thought that it was Kyoya she was chatting with didn't you? Yeah... I'm sorry that I haven't updated in so long... (begins to chew on TWIX BAR) Part of it is that for the longest time I've been cheaping out and using the free trial of Microsoft Word, which would let me use it twenty five times or so before it forced me to cough up a passcode and... Well... I ended up having to turn off my computer a few times and couldn't leave the page open, and was therefore coerced by Microsoft to install the program. (The meanies...) Anyway, I appreciate the reviews, and welcome you to flame me if you want. :D (Feedback would be nice, yes... :)