A/N: Yes, it is another Haruhi and Kyouya story. No, I did not finish 'The New Host Club' and yes, I am sorry it is taking forever. But since I happened to have already written this first chapter (and I have nothing better to do at work), I figured I should post it and see what you all think. It is an AU, but I will try to keep them in character. Do take note that it is now 12:30 am for me, and I will be here working until 7am, so if my spelling, punctuation, or any little nit-pick detail you find is incorrect and you decide to be mean about it… as Peter Griffin would say… Fuck Off. Enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own any if the Ouran High School characters, sad but true.

Rumors

Haruhi was sitting at the head table of a large reception hall. She was the maid of honor at her best friend's wedding. Haruhi wanted to leave; she did not really like crowds. Renge, her best friend, was currently on the dance floor with her new husband Tamaki. Both of them were from wealthy families and there were many important business people around, you could tell which ones they were because their outfits were either gray or black and they were not on the dance floor.

Haruhi watched the dancer's and noticed her boyfriend dancing very closely with two other young women. She was defiantly going to break up with him later. He was starting to get annoying begging for sex. It was not because she was nervous about her first time; it was more because she could not get turned on with the constant smell of alcohol on her boyfriend. She watched as he started to nibble on one girl's ear, gross. Oh yeah, she was dumping his ass tonight.

She turned back to watching her best friend dance and smile with her new husband. Tamaki seemed too much of a flake for her, but they loved each other, and that is what counts, right? There were quite a few rumors going around the business world about their marriage. Some say the love birds forced their parents, who were against the their relationship because they already had suitors picked out, to let them get married or Renge would become pregnant like many other women have in the business world and force the marriage then. Many thought she did become pregnant. The truth was, Renge did not know why their parents changed their minds. Neither of them was willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, so they let it go and started to make plans for the wedding. Haruhi figured someone intervened, Renge's parents were stubborn and refused to wield to anyone.

Haruhi's thoughts were interrupted by a shout from the kitchen doors. A waiter ran out seconds later shouting that there was a fire in the west wing kitchen. Everyone panicked and started running for the exit. Haruhi just sat in her seat and watched them. Were they idiots? The west wing of this place is on the opposite side of this building, it would take a good thirty minutes before the flames reached here. They say fire spreads faster than people think, which is true, but the kitchen is pretty sealed, and the flames would have a hard time getting out. Haruhi was sort of laughing inside, it was terrible that people were jumping over one another dangerously, but she could not help it. During fire drills people are told to remain calm and exit the building in an orderly fashion, in reality, if there is a real fire people's reason flies out the window when their basic instinct to survive kicks in.

When the number of people in the room started to dwindle, Haruhi stood up and walked towards to closest exit. That is when she noticed an elderly woman in a wheelchair near table five. Table 5; Haruhi recognized that table number. During the planning of the seating chart, Renge decided to put all the powerful people she did not like at one table. She said that these people were the scum of the elites, and she did not want to anger any of the people she did like by having them sit next to these people. She said she would rather not invite them but, even if they are scum, they make powerful allies.

Haruhi walked over towards the lady, who was facing the opposite direction. "Would like some help," Haruhi asked as she approached.

The lady turned her head to look at Haruhi. She smiled and replied, "That would be most welcomed."

Haruhi started to push the lady towards the exit.

"What is your name, young lady," the woman asked.

"Haruhi Fujioka," Haruhi answered, "And whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?"

"You may call me Grandma Ootori, or just Grandma is fine as well," Grandma Ootori answered.

Haruhi was almost to the exit when a handsome man walked through. He spotted Haruhi and Grandma Ootori right away and walked over to them. He knelt down to Grandma Ootori's height.

"Are you all right Grandma? When I heard about the fire I looked everywhere for you," he told her.

"Kyouya, you worry too much. The smoke has not even reached here yet, besides, this young lady here was just helping me to the exit."

Kyouya looked up at Haruhi, "Thank you for helping Grandma, I will take over from here." Kyouya then took Grandma Ootori's wheelchair from Haruhi and went through the exit, with Haruhi right behind.

When they reached the parking lot, where the other guests have grouped, Haruhi was tackled by a giant snow person.

"Haruhi, where were you," Renge cried.

"I was just helping Grandma Ootori outside," Haruhi replied.

"Grandma Ootori?" Renge turned to watch Kyouya wheel Grandma Ootori towards the parked cars. "The old hag is letting you call her Grandma Ootori?"

"That is how she introduced herself to me," Haruhi answered, feeling offended that Renge called Grandma Ootori an 'old hag'.

Renge was silent for a moment, "Be careful around her, there was a reason she was sitting at table five."

"What do you mean?"

Renge looked around, "Here, come with me." She dragged Haruhi away from the crowed so they would not be able to be overheard.

"There is a rumor among some of the elites of society," Renge started. "Did you see the man that was pushing her?"

Haruhi nodded.

"Well, he was actually adopted by the old lady. His parents are unknown to anyone, although some believe he was from an elite family who disappeared many years ago. He works as her driver and does whatever she tells him to do, and I mean everything. She targets women, and sends Kyouya to get them pregnant; it is a form of blackmail to her, one that cannot be easily destroyed or covered up. The women that get pregnant marry right away, and pass the child as their husbands. That is how I came up with the idea when my parents first refused the marriage. Anyway, when the child is born, the old lady takes the child away, and no one sees the child again for fifteen years. For some reason they come back when they are fifteen, but they act really strange. The parents ignore it though because they are just happy to have their child back. Kyouya has many children throughout society; it is because of this that the women who have his children pay large amounts of money to the old hags for silence."

After Renge was finished with her story, Haruhi just rolled her eyes. "I am sure that is not true, sure she seems odd, but I do not think she steals children or forces someone who works for her to make children with strangers."

"Just be careful, rumors are always based on some truth. She is letting you call her Grandma Ootori, which means she has her eyes set on you."

"I thought she targeted people with money."

"Not always, but the people she does choose always marry rich if they are not powerful themselves anyway."

"So, I will marry someone with money then? That does not sound so bad."

"What about having Kyouya's child?"

Before Haruhi could voice her answer a car pulled up next to them.

"Would you like a ride Haruhi," Grandma Ootori asked from inside the car.

Renge gave Haruhi an 'I told you so' look, which Haruhi ignored.

"A ride would be wonderful." Haruhi replied smiling.

Kyouya jumped out of the driver's seat and opened the passenger door for Haruhi.

"Thank you," she said and climbed into the car.

"Kyouya will drop you off at your apartment first, before taking me home," Grandma Ootori told Haruhi as the car started to move.

"How do you know I live in an apartment?"

"I do not only know you live in an apartment, I also know which building and floor you live at as well. It is for security measures that my office runs background checks on all guests and host party at the reception."

Haruhi found that a little odd, a disturbing, but she was not going to attempt to understand the choices of the elite. The rest of the ride was silent, which Haruhi was thankful for.

When they reached her apartment Kyouya walked her to her door, on the top floor. They exchanged a quick goodbye and Haruhi walked into her apartment with a sigh of relief. Kyouya was a very good looking man, and since he walked into the reception hall her heart has been beating like crazy. It was a good thing she was majoring in drama at a performing arts college, so she was able to hide her reaction from everyone. She did not believe Renge's story about Grandma Ootori, but she could sort of believe women giving themselves to Kyouya. Even she felt it would not be so bad to have Kyouya's child. Haruhi blushed, and before her thought could go any further, she climbed into bed and tried to fall asleep.

"So, what do you think of her," Grandma Ootori asked Kyouya as he entered the car after walking Haruhi to her apartment.

"She seems nice, is she a match for someone," Kyouya replied coolly after starting the car.

"You know you cannot hide things from me Kyouya. I noticed how your eye lit up when you first looked upon her."

"And you know that I do not believe in love-at-first-sight. Now who is she matched to so I can make arrangements?"

Grandma Ootori laughed quietly."You say one thing and then another contradicting yourself. You say you do not believe in love at first sight, yet demand to know who she is matched with. I must say, I am glad to see you show some emotion, it was why your father put you in my care. I still cannot believe people think you were some boy I picked up off the street to do my dirty work; they refuse to believe you are my real grandson, what foolish people. I do not think I should tell you who she is matched with though, the way you said you would make arrangements sounded more like you would murder the poor fool."

"Please, just tell me," Kyoya begged slightly.

"Do not worry Kyoya," Grandma Ootori smiled, "She is to be paired with you. I warn you now though, I have a bad feeling about things to come, do not do anything foolish. She is a special person that has another paired soul should you break her heart."

"Of course grandmother," Kyouya said. Grandma Ootori let out a tired sigh. She raised Kyouya since he was five years old, even with the warning she just gave him, the tone in his voice clearly said he would do something stupid.

A/N: Well that is it for now. Seems kind of boring compared to my previous works. But it should pick up in pace with the next chapter, after all this is only the foundation. Review, tell me what you think, how you feel, tell me random nonsense, it doesn't matter. As long as you click that lovely review button.