I'd like to apologize before we begin if I use senpai and chan and the other honorifics wrong. I really don't know when to use them, so I mostly guess.

Story summary: Haruhi is always wondering what Kyouya does for his own gain and what he does to help others. But when he asks her to spend Saturday with him, Haruhi is puzzled. What's the Shadow King thinking?

Haruhi was second to enter the music room that Friday afternoon. The first was Kyouya Ootori.

He sat in the corner of the expansive room, typing quickly on his laptop with his black notebook and a mechanical pencil beside the computer. Only his eyes moved to see Haruhi walk into the room and then they immediately returned to his laptop screen.

"Kyouya-senpai?" she asked.

"Ah, Haruhi," he said. He stopped typing and leaned back in his chair as he adjusted his glasses. "How were classes today?"

Haruhi stopped on her way to meet him. Kyouya didn't usually ask about her day. What was he doing?

She hesitated before answering, "Uh, fine, I guess. How about yours?"

"Dreary, to say the least," Kyouya said honestly. "Tamaki went home halfway through the day because he was feeling sick, so my undivided attention was—regretfully—on the lessons."

This was the first time Haruhi had actually thought about Kyouya sitting in class, either paying attention or suffering from the ennui of a lesson. Would the Host Club still meet even if Ta—?

"I suppose you're wondering if we're still holding the Host Club," Kyouya said, pushing up his glasses and giving Haruhi a rare glimpse into his calculating eyes—which scared her even more.

"How did you know that?" Haruhi said as she attempted to create a mental shield around her brain.

He breathed a laugh through his nose and stood up as he smoothed his Ouran uniform. "It would obviously be the first thing anyone would think under the circumstance of Tamaki being absent from the club. To answer your question: Yes. We will attend to our guests today as we would normally even if Tamaki isn't here. Requests have been especially high this week and we can't afford to lose a day's worth of income."

Suddenly, Hikaru and Kaoru came bursting through the double doors.

"Hey, boss," Hikaru said gleefully, "we found a green bean-flavored popsicle in the commoner's mar—" Kaoru stopped Hikaru by poking him in between the shoulder blades and pointed to Kyouya and Haruhi who were alone in the room. Hikaru paused.

"Where's our lord and master?" the twins said at the same time.

"He went home sick," Kyouya said clinically.

Both Hikaru and Kaoru pulled their cellphones out of their pockets and flipped them open simultaneously. "Wow, he blew up my phone," they said together.

Kyouya smiled. "I thought he would."

Haruhi took out her phone as well and turned it on.

24 new messages from Tamaki Suoh.

"Mine too," she said, scrolling through messages that contained pretty much the same words. She read the last two: "DADDY LOVES YOU," and, "BE CAREFUL ON YOUR WAY TO THE MUSIC ROOM." She sighed and closed the cellphone.

Mori and Hunny entered the room just as Hunny finished his last piece of strawberry cheesecake.

"Haru-chan!" Hunny stopped in his tracks and looked at his empty plate. "I—I was going to give you a little, b—BUT I ATE IT!" He began crying and jumped into Haruhi's arms.

"It's all right, Hunny-senpai," Haruhi said as she patted the boy's head. "I don't like sweets that much anyway."

Hunny sniffed and wiped his eyes. "So it's okay that I ate it?"

Haruhi nodded and smiled. "Yeah, don't worry about it."

Hunny became his normal self in an instant and skipped to Mori's side.

Kyouya clapped his hands once and said, "All right. The Host Club will still be meeting even with Tamaki gone. So get in your costumes."

Everyone filed out of the music room, but Kyouya grabbed Haruhi's arm before she could leave. The door shut and silence settled around them. Kyouya's glasses gleamed; Haruhi couldn't see his eyes.

"Haruhi," he said, releasing her wrist from his grasp. He straightened up and adjusted his glasses. "I was wondering. Would you like to spend tomorrow with me?" He asked it as if he were discussing club expenses with her: cool, calm, and clinically. "You know, lunch, maybe dinner, shopping… I would pay for everything."

Haruhi's heart skipped a beat. What? "You mean… like a date?"

Kyouya thought about this for a moment. "I suppose in a way it is like a date."

Like a date?

"Um, sure, senpai."

"I'll have my driver pick you up at eight tomorrow morning."

Then Kyouya pushed Haruhi out of the room so she could get ready to serve guests at the Host Club.

There will be a chapter two, so stay tuned. Help me out and tell me when I'm supposed to use the honorifics.

Are Mori, Hunny, Haruhi, Kyouya, and the twins in character? Tamaki will enter the story in the next chapter.