A/N: Helloooooo! It's been awhile since I've written anything! I couldn't help but be inspired by these characters though. I watched all of OHSHC within the span of a weekend - it was seriously addicting. And just one instant in episode 8 gave me a favorite pairing - though I do like the thoughts of the twins being with Haruhi too, this was just too tempting to write. So enjoy minna!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. If I did, 1, it would have a shorter name. 2, I would be doing interesting things with the characters... dirty, interesting things... Except for Honey. I would just be baking for him all day. He is just too cute! and he could probably single handedly destroy a third world nation! Yay!

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Possession of Merit – Chapter 1: Decision

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A memory...

A simple thought...

Standing in the shower, under the powerful jets of water, Haruhi Fujioka's mind wandered...

A dark night...

A lesson taught...

But to what end? For what purpose?

"Haruhi! You're going to be late honey!"

Her father's voice snapping her back, Haruhi finished her shower and stepped out onto the bathmat.

It was time for school.

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"Hai hai! Welcome to the Host Club!"

Ahhh... The steady flow of business...

Kyouya Ootori sat back in his chair, fingers typing away on his lap top, small smirk on his face. This was his baby. The Host Club at Ouran High. Initially a club started by Tamaki, he had managed to use everyone's collective talents to turn a once simple club into a booming business. He was quite proud of himself. The addition of their latest member had brought sales to an all time high.

Haruhi Fujioka.

The vase that she had shattered had indeed been worth around eight million yen - a paltry amount by his standards - but if he had to admit it, if only to himself, her debt was not the only reason he was more than happy to keep her employed at the club.

"Ahhh, welcome! We're glad to see you today!"

Looking up from his computer, Kyouya glanced at Haruhi as she greeted another customer. He took in her masculine outfit for the day - an expensive Italian cut business suit - and his gaze lingered on her face. The dark color of her attire helped to bring out the brown of her eyes. But it did nothing to enhance her feminine beauty. And a beauty indeed she was.

Kyouya sighed and went back to typing. He had no time to linger over such thoughts.

But he couldn't help but let such thoughts run rampant in his mind when he was home at night.

Kyouya had replayed that night in his mind over and over again until it had nearly driven him mad. He had watched it over and over in his mind's eye to the point of obsession. Her surprised expression; her erratic breathing; the way her hair looked fanned out on his pillow; and most infuriating of all, the look of calm in her eyes when she said he wouldn't do it.

"You wouldn't do that Kyouya-sempai. Because... You won't get any merits from sleeping with me."

Merits? Was that all she thought him capable of wanting?

"What about you, idiot?"

"Eh... Excuse me sempai?"

Kyouya looked up, startled. A young customer was staring at him, a mixture of confusion and hurt swimming in her eyes.

Apparently he had said that last part out loud. Dammit.

Putting on his best business smile, Kyouya stood up and apologized profusely. He offered the girl his company - which she agreed to enthusiastically - and tried to put his mind at ease. It was time to stop dwelling and get back to business.

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"Kyouya-sempai... Are you feeling well?"

Startled once again - too many times in one week he thought - Kyouya looked up into the dark brown eyes that were the cause of his current mind's circling. Haruhi stared down at him, seemingly concerned. She probably thought it strange too that he was somewhere else in his head. It wasn't like him at all. And that more than anything else bothered him. Straightening himself in his seat, he gave her an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry Fujioka-san, I wasn't paying attention. Could you repeat yourself?"

Sighing dramatically, Haruhi glared at him.

"I said Tamaki-sempai seems to be forcing us to go on another beach outing. He says that the last one wasn't satisfactory enough. Is that fine with you?"

The thought of a beach brought back that night in a flood of memories. Suddenly, his cheeks burned and Kyouya knew he was blushing. In front of Haruhi no less. And she was just as suddenly feeling his forehead, which did nothing to ease the heat in his cheeks. She was close… So close…

"Sempai, what's wrong? You've been zoning out all day and you just flushed all of a sudden. Are you feeling ill?"

Before Kyouya could say anything, Haruhi's hand was shooed away as Tamaki pounced on him with misplaced concern. If he had really been feeling ill, there was no doubt that Tamaki would have just made it worse. Loud calls for a doctor and the pathetic wails of concern for "Mother" bombarded his ears as Kyouya watched Haruhi walk out the door. She waved at him apologetically, glancing at Tamaki to tell him she was sorry for putting the attentions of their "king" upon him.

With a gentle click she was out the door.

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"Uhnn... Sempai... Kyouya..."

Black hair, slicked back with sweat. A trickle ran down his back; he could feel its torturous path.

"Yes... You want it..."

Slight movement; a characteristic squeak of a mattress.

"Please..."

A sharply spoken plea in the dark.

And Kyouya came almost violently in his hand, body still quivering in the aftermath. He reached to the side for a handkerchief. He grew tired of resorting to this. Tired of the dreams. He had been having them almost every night since the beach trip - he thought of her small body wrapped gently in his arms was too much to bear. It had been little more than a month, yet Haruhi had invaded his dreams every night since. At first, he just chalked it up to misplaced affections. He knew how a lot of erotic dreams worked, figured it was because he saw her every day. That it had nothing to do with wanting her. But every time her thought back, remembered the look of her lying beneath him, he couldn't deny anything anymore.

Kyouya wanted Haruhi Fujioka. Wanted her bad. And had no idea how to go about getting her.

He simply wanted to fuck her. Something about her was just so... He couldn't get it out of his head. As the son of a family with such prosperous companies, Kyouya could have any woman he wanted. Indeed, when times of frustration had come to him, the finest hookers and whores - or for the upper elite, 'call girls' - had been there to aid him in his relief. But Haruhi...

There was an allure to her that could not be tainted by money. He knew that he simply could not just offer her some cash and expect her to obediently get between his legs. Or rather, have him get between hers. And to the eternally rich, a problem that could not be solved with money was an interesting problem indeed.

He wanted to own her. Own her body. He wanted her to submit to him at his every command. He wanted to ruin her misplaced naiveté; to show her the lesson he had tried teaching her that day on the beach. That she was a girl – nothing more. And she would bend to him.

Indeed, the thought of her bending over for him made his erection quiver, newly formed. Kyouya groaned, deciding to try to just sleep this one off.

Everything in life was like a business. All it took were a few careful plans and one could have anything at their fingertips. He just had to go about it the right way.

Kyouya would have Haruhi. He made up his mind that night, plans already forming in his intelligent mind as he drifted off to sleep.

She was his for the taking.

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Ahhh! End of chapter one! I'd like some reviews please! Because reviews equal luuuuuv (that's right luuuuuv, not love) so indulge me my people! Make me happy!