A/N: I really shouldn't be here right now. I'm supposed to be working on my NaNoWriMo novel . . . but a little procrastination never hurt, yeah? :D (and to anyone who actually does NaNoWriMo: did you laugh your head off too when one of the emails they sent actually ENCOURAGED you to write fanfiction? i was like "YES! FINALLY, SOME APPRECIATION!)

Wow you guys. This is a shout out to all my reviewers for Crystal Clear. You all are so beautiful. 314+ reviews? That almost an average of nineteen reviews per chapter. I was just happy to reach 100 reviews for the first time. So I felt like giving you a small treat, so that I could tell you thanks once again. (that, and it's just so hard to NOT write kyouXharu) I hope you enjoy it. It's in no means connected to Crystal Clear, but you can pretend it is if that makes you feel happy. ^^

And for all of you who haven't heard of Crystal Clear, well . . . you have no idea what I'm talking about. Enjoy anyway! :P

"Haruhi? Come here a minute."

Haruhi looked up from the sales rack she was meticulously studying. "Coming, Kyouya." She waddled further down to the right, where her husband was standing patiently. That's right. She was waddling, and she hated it.

Am I really supposed to be so big when I'm only in the fifth month of pregnancy? Haruhi wondered resignedly. If it turns out that I actually have twins, I might have to kill him. Not that she wasn't happy to be having a baby, she just didn't like the little "side-features" that came with it.

"Oh," Haruhi said when she realized what particular section Kyouya had wanted her to see. She grimaced, and she could swear that she felt the baby squirm a little too.

"See anything you like?" Kyouya asked innocently. He grabbed something at random, a light blue sundress, and held it out for Haruhi to see. "I think this in particular would look very—"

"Kyouya, we've been through this already," Haruhi sighed. "I don't need maternity clothes."

He looked down at her—or more specifically, her monstrous belly—and raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure? It's just that you're so big already, so I worry about how you'll be later on."

"See, commoners have this magical device called stretchy sweat pants—"

Kyouya let out a single, amused laugh. As if he were thinking, let's see how long that lasts.

"It's true," Haruhi insisted, feeling indignant. "I know what I'm talking about. Besides, it's a waste of money to buy clothes I'm only going to wear for a few months out of my whole life. . ." But she trailed off when she noticed Kyouya looking very peculiarly at her. There was a moment of silence between them.

Haruhi smacked her forehead and groaned, "You want another, don't you?"

"You know, you look very nice in light blue, and this dress really isn't all that expensive," Kyouya said with that fake innocence again, pointedly ignoring her question.