I regret to say that this is the last chapter! Thank you to all that read this far!

This first part goes out to Ashlyn Braere! Your idea is incorporated as part as this chapter!

Yuzuru Suoh walked quickly and with purpose through the hospital before he finally laid his eyes on what he had been searching for. He strode to the door and paused to look at the plague on the door. Yoshio Ootori, it read. He was at the right office.

He knocked forcefully to only hear a rough, "Enter!"

Mr. Suoh opened the door to see Yoshio sitting at his desk flipping through several papers. When he looked up and saw Mr. Suoh, he laid the papers down and frowned at him. "Come to complain, have you Yuzuru?"

Mr. Suoh frowned and shut the door. The room darkened considerably now that the only light source was coming from a lamp on the desk. "How? How did you make it happen?"

Mr. Ootori let out a smug grin. "I did nothing. It was all my son."

Yuzuru frowned. "But why? Kyoya is, admittedly, attractive, but all signs pointed for the Fujioka girl to go to my son."

Yoshio sighed. "It seems my son fell in love with her. She seemed to melt his cold heart." He clasped his hands. "How? I have not a clue, but somehow she changed him."

"She changed everyone in that club, why did she fall for him?" Yuzuru pushed forward. He sat on the chair facing the desk and ran his hands through his hair.

Yoshio unclasped his hands and sighed. "How can you explain love? It just happens!"

"Yes, well I wished for it to happen to my son," Yuzuru muttered.

Mr. Ootori smiled a rare smile. "I'm sure it will someday. As I am told, he is quite the flirt."

Yuzuru let out a bark of laughter. "That's an understatement. If it were possible, I'm sure he could convince the moon to come to visit the Earth."

"Tamaki will find someone, someday."

"You're very proud of your son, aren't you?" Yuzuru asked solemnly.

Yoshio paused before saying, "Yes, I am."

"He strives to take over your company," Mr. Suoh added.

Yoshio shook his head. "Not anymore, I don't think. Like I said before, the girl changed him."

Yuzuru raised an eyebrow. "What does he plan to do now?"

Mr. Ootori shrugged. "He's perfectly capable of starting his own company; in fact, I think he already has."

"What?" Mr. Suoh asked incredulously. "How?"

"I have absolutely no idea. The boy is quite brilliant, more brilliant than I, I think," Yoshio admitted. "Undoubtedly smarter than his brothers."

"Wow," Yuzuru breathed. "That's, that's…wow."

They sat in silence before Yuzuru asked, "How long have they been dating?"

"A year or so, I'm told."

"Is it serious?"

Mr. Ootori took a deep breath. "I think my son is head over heels in love."

"Wow," Yuzuru repeated.

Yoshio pulled out a paper. "Read this."

Yuzuru took the paper suspiciously and skimmed it quickly. "This is the transaction that saved your company. The one you suspected Kyoya of being the mastermind behind."

"Well, I did some more digging and found this," Yoshio said handing him another paper.

Mr. Suoh skimmed the paper and said, "A lawyer from America? What's the importance of this?"

"I called the lawyer and asked for the name of his client, to which he refused."

"Not surprising," Yuzuru muttered. "It'd be unlikely for Kyoya to make a mistake."

"Yes, well after that setback, I called his wife and asked her to go through his papers to look for the client," he admitted.

Mr. Suoh raised an eyebrow. "And this was legal?"

"That doesn't matter. The point is she found the name Ootori, that's it."

"It could be your name," Yuzuru pointed out.

Mr. Ootori answered, "Or my son's."

Yuzuru rolled his eyes. "You're obsessing about this."

"If it was my son who saved my company, I'd like to know."

"He'd obviously not like you to know."

"That's not the point-"

Mr. Ootori was cut off by a knock on the door. He called, "Who's there?"

A familiar voice said, "Father, it's Kyoya and Haruhi."

Mr. Suoh raised his eyebrow. "Great timing," he muttered.

Yoshio ignored him and called, "Come in!"

The door pushed open sending light into the dimly lit room. The two men could see the figures of Haruhi and Kyoya against the light of the door. Kyoya said masking the surprise in his voice, "Mr. Suoh, I did not know you were here. Perhaps I should come back later?"

"Nonsense," Mr. Suoh answered. "Stay. We were about to finish anyway."

Yuzuru looked over Kyoya with a hard gaze but Kyoya didn't even show any signs of discomfort under the intense scrutiny. Haruhi meanwhile was eyeing Kyoya and Mr. Suoh suspiciously. Yuzuru stood, soon followed by Yoshio, and shook hands with him. "We should get together more often, Yoshio."

Mr. Ootori shook his hand firmly. "I agree."Mr. Suoh left without another word, just nods to Haruhi and Kyoya.

Once he was gone, Kyoya looked at his father curiously but did not say anything. Yoshio asked, "What did you require?"

"I was hoping to get permission to use the family beach resort again to take the host club there this weekend," Kyoya replied.

Mr. Ootori resisted the urge to roll his eyes. That pointless club again. "You know I don't approve of using family resources for the stupid club you have."

"The stupid club I have," Kyoya replied coldly. "makes many connections with many people."

Yoshio stood his ground trying to find a reason to say no before saying, "Very well."

Kyoya bowed slightly, followed by Haruhi. "Thank you father."

Kyoya exited while holding tight to Haruhi's hand. Once they were a safe distance away, Haruhi asked curiously, "What were your father and Mr. Suoh talking about?"

Kyoya frowned. "I don't know, and that bothers me."

Haruhi rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you'll find out."

Kyoya set his shoulders. "I plan to."

….~…

So, I'm sad to admit I haven't read the manga (yet!) so after some reading, I think I can write a family dinner. I apologize profusely if this doesn't make sense. I am also hopelessly American so I won't even attempt the Japanese terms for brother, sister, etc. Again, I'm sorry for obliviousness!

This is for uyay!

Akito smiled menacingly at his younger brother. "How long have you been dating this Fujioka girl?"

Kyoya smiled politely back at his brother. "One year and six months."

"That's a long time," Akito replied. He smiled over the medical book in his hands before returning his gaze to the pages.

The two brothers were sitting together in the living room. Kyoya had invited Haruhi over to eat with his family, per his father's instruction. Needless to say, both Kyoya and Haruhi were worried, but both refused to show it.

Kyoya typed on his laptop, meticulously checking his email, writing an science paper, and doing research on the pros of a new treatment of warts.

Akito looked up again. "When will she be here?"

Kyoya eyed his brother through his glasses. "Soon."

Uncomfortable silence followed before Akito asked, "Isn't she in the year under you?"

"That is correct."

"Hmm," Akito said simply before reading the book again. Keeping his focus on the book, he casually said, "You know Father and Yuuichi are going to be at the dinner, right?"

Kyoya resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Yes, I am aware."

Akito said nothing in reply. As Kyoya was again writing his science paper, he felt Akito's eyes on him. "Is there something you need?"

"Me? No, no. I'm fine," Akito answered.

"Then is there a reason why you were looking at me with a questioning look?" Kyoya said with a hard voice.

"No, there is no reason. Everything is well." Akito turned the page in his book and dived back into his reading.

Before Akito could make more of the uncomfortable conversation, the doorbell rang. Kyoya sprung to his feet and walked briskly to the door, cutting off a maid in the process. He quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, but I'll get the door."

The maid nodded before scurrying off to the kitchens. Kyoya opened the door praying Haruhi had worn the dress he had picked out for her. Outside on the step, Haruhi stood wearing a blue, form-fitting dress that complimented her figure quite nicely but not making her look too formal.

Haruhi growled, "You owe me for wearing this ridiculous dress."

"You look beautiful," Kyoya reassured quickly. "Now do you remember what I told you about my family. Don't tell Akito-"

"Don't tell me what?" Akito asked peeking over Kyoya's shoulder.

Kyoya thought quickly before saying quickly. "Don't tell Akito anything about how Tamaki ruined her first dress."

Haruhi opened her mouth to speak, no doubt question Kyoya's sanity, but Akito interrupted, "That blond haired boy ruined a lovely lady's dress? Now that is surely a crime."

Haruhi caught up. "Yes, he spilt tea all over it. I nearly wanted to wring his neck."

Akito laughed. "A feisty lady, are you? I always knew Kyoya likes them feisty."

Haruhi turned to Kyoya. "Oh really?"

"He's just being Akito. Please come in. Dinner should be served any time now," Kyoya answered.

Akito backed away from the door followed by Kyoya. The two brothers led the way to the living room. Kyoya seated himself on the loveseat, quickly followed by Haruhi. Dismayed, Akito sat on the chair across from Haruhi.

Akito said seating himself, "Fujioka…Haruhi, right?"

Haruhi nodded. "Please call me Haruhi."

"Well, Haruhi, tell me about yourself," Akito instructed.

Haruhi looked Akito in the eyes and smiled confidently. "My father's name is Ryouji Fujioka and he is my single parent. I was let into Ouran High School on a scholarship that I earned. I'm an honor student at the top of my class."

Akito smiled. "Quite impressive. Now, would you mind telling me how you and Kyoya got together?"

Kyoya hid a growl in his throat and settled for squeezing Haruhi's hand. Haruhi, taking notice of Kyoya's reaction, said casually, "He had an interest in me; I had an interest in him. It went from there."

"What about Kyoya? How does he do in school?"

"Well, obviously he's the smartest in his class and in the school," Haruhi replied without hesitation.

Before Akito could reply, a maid announced, "The meal is ready. Mr. Ootori and the other two children are waiting."

Kyoya stood and led Haruhi by the hand into the dining room. Akito scowled and followed the two, disappointed his chance to learn about the girl in private was lost. As Haruhi entered the room, she hid a gasp. It was huge, at least three stories high with an impressive chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Kyoya led her to the end of a long table where three people were already sitting. At the head of the table, Yoshio Ootori sat with a young man on his right; one Haruhi didn't recognize but assumed it was Kyoya's eldest brother. Beside him was a young woman, presumably Kyoya's sister.

Akito passed the couple and took the seat on Mr. Ootori's left. As Haruhi approached, he stood and held out the chair next to him. "Please sit, Ms. Fujioka."

"Please, call me Haruhi," she said politely as she sat down. She did not like or trust Akito at all.

Akito smiled an obviously fake smile. "Then you must call me Akito."

"Thank you, Akito." Haruhi smiled falsely back at him.

Haruhi felt Kyoya tense up behind her, obviously frustrated at his older brother's actions. He took the seat on Haruhi's left, the only seat left free. He greeted, "Father, how are you today?"

"I am doing quite well, thank you," he answered emotionlessly. He gazed at Haruhi. "It is good to finally meet you Miss Fujioka."

"The same to you, Mr. Ootori but please, call me Haruhi," Haruhi smiled back.

"Very well…Haruhi." A ghost of a smile touched his lips.

The woman across from Haruhi smiled genuinely at her. "So this is the Haruhi Fujioka I've been hearing so much about?"

Kyoya nodded briskly. "Haruhi, this is my sister, Fuyumi," he said gesturing the woman. He turned to the man beside her. "And this is my eldest brother, Yuuichi Ootori."

Fuyumi smiled, "Please call me Fuyumi."

"And me, Yuuichi," the man added emotionlessly.

Haruhi bowed her head. "Nice to meet you."

Mr. Ootori clapped his hands, to which Haruhi tried and failed not to flinch, and called, "Serve the meal."

Servants swarmed out of the door, all holding a plate in their hands. One by one, they placed it in front of one of the Ootori family members and Haruhi. Haruhi looked at her steaming plate of chicken and green beans, and she felt her mouth water. "Eat," Mr. Ootori said simply.

Everyone began eating, taking small bites of the food they were served. After several moments, Akito asked, "As I was saying before, didn't Kyoya come in second place at school, Haruhi? Do you remember that?"

Haruhi felt a faint blush cover her cheeks. "Um, yes, I do."

Haruhi saw all of the families gazes on Kyoya who returned the gaze in full. Akito carried on, "How did the Ootori come in second?"

Yuuichi added between bites, "And he never did tell us who beat him…"

Haruhi nearly choked on her food. She looked up at Mr. Ootori, who with no doubt knew where this was going. Mr. Ootori's face was expressionless but in his eyes there was the faint trace of amusement. He said, "You didn't tell them, Kyoya?"

Kyoya shook his head. "I didn't see the need."

Akito blamed, "No need? Surely, you thought we would be interested in knowing!"

Kyoya shrugged. "I didn't think I needed to bother your ever busy schedule with such trivial information."

Yuuichi glowered at his youngest brother. "So, who beat you?"

"Yes, do tell us!" Akito seconded excitedly.

Fuyumi glanced between her two elder brothers. "Surely, this isn't important. Especially with his girlfriend here."

Mr. Ootori folded his hands. "Actually, I think you three should hear the answer. It's quite amusing."

Kyoya scoffed. "Amusing, huh?"

Haruhi blushed and dabbed her mouth with her napkin. She glanced questioningly at Kyoya who said, "I don't think I have a choice."

Akito nodded in agreement.

Haruhi swallowed nervously and said, "I did. I beat him on the test."

Yuuichi stopped chewing mid-bite to stare unbelieving at Haruhi. Akito opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. The sides of Mr. Ootori's mouth twitched upwards, threatening to break into a smile.

Fuyumi recovered the fastest. "That's brilliant! You beat Kyoya?"

Haruhi nodded meekly. Fuyumi laughed companionably. "Kyoya met his match! Even better, he fell in love with her!"

Kyoya smiled at his sister. "You can bet on it," he muttered quietly.

Akito stuttered out, "Y-you, a commoner, beat Kyoya on a scholastic test?"

Haruhi nodded. "I did say I was an honor student on a scholarship," she reminded.

The conversation continued comfortably for the rest of the meal before all were wiping their mouths while the plates were being carried away. Mr. Ootori set his napkin down and said casually, "Now to talk about you two's engagement…"

Haruhi nearly spit out the water in her mouth. Beside her, Kyoya managed to hide his surprise with a well timed cough. With great hardship, she forced down a swallow and gasped out, "Engagement?"

Mr. Ootori nodded. "Surely you two will be engaged soon! You are going to graduate soon!"

Kyoya hoped the blush wasn't showing on his face as he said, "We will get married when we are ready, Father."

"You two have been together for a while!" Mr. Ootori insisted.

Haruhi inserted, "I still have college to think about."

"And I still have to get through college," Kyoya added.

Akito grinned. "You two must get married sometime soon."

Kyoya growled, "We will get married when we are ready, and not a moment before." He looked coldly at his father, daring him to disagree.

After a long minute, Mr. Ootori relented. "Fine, just try to make it sometime soon."

Kyoya muttered, "Thanks for the push, Father."

"More like a shove," Haruhi muttered, still with a blush on her face.

…~…

This last and final part is for Hollypaw888! Thanks for your suggestion!

This is just a reminder that this is rated T! Because Kyoya always has a dirty mouth when he's angry!

Shozo strode through the fancy prep school looking for the third music room. His best friend, Kenzo, had recently been rejected by the girl Haruhi who now went to Ouran High School. Though Kenzo had told him to leave the matter alone, he just had to give the girl a piece of his mind.

It was a Saturday but he had been told a group she was involved in, the 'Host Club,' was holding a meeting, so she would be there. He passed two people on his way there: a young elementary kid with an older man (presumably his brother) walking through the halls towards the library. Shortly after passing them, two teenagers with identical spiky orange hair had ran after them shouting for them to slow down or wait for them. Who did those preps think they were?

Checking the signs in the hallway, he finally came to one that read: Music Room #3. He opened the door to find the room empty. He looked it over, finding it wasn't a music room at all. There were couches all over the room with tables between them. In the corner was a small kitchen looking area. As he was starting to walk to the couch, a door in the back opened and shut. A girl with short hair and dressed in a pretty mid-thigh length dress exited and said politely, "Hello, can I help you?"

Shozo eyed the girl. She fit the description Kenzo had given him. "Are you Haruhi Fujioka?" he asked feigning politeness.

The girl nodded and breezed past him towards the kitchen area. "Yes, I am. Would you like some instant coffee?"

"No," he snapped.

Haruhi turned back, aghast at the sudden change in his demeanor. She glanced at the door. Shozo realized that Haruhi knew that he wasn't here for friendly purposes. She smiled nervously. "What about some cake? We have plenty of that!"

Shozo was a tall teenager, 5 feet 10 inches. He also was built quite muscularly so he was quite threatening in close quarters. As he stepped menacingly towards the short girl, she shied away from him. He growled, "My only business is with you."

She swallowed and eyed the door. Shozo stepped in front of it, effectively cutting off her point of escape. "What business could you have with me?"

Shozo moved quickly. He grabbed Haruhi's collar and slammed her into the wall, knocking the breath out of her lungs. He growled, "My friend, Kenzo, was recently rejected by you. I've come to show you your place."

"M-my place?" she gasped out.

Shozo place a hand around her neck leaving her gasping for air. She could no longer talk loudly, let alone scream for help. "You do not insult a great man, such as Kenzo."

"I-I'm…sor-ry," she struggled to get out. She clawed desperately at his arm but he merely gritted his teeth and ignored it.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it, princess," Shozo whispered threateningly in her ear.

"C-can't…breathe," she pleaded.

Shozo laughed evilly. "That's the point, sweetheart."

Haruhi's eyelids started to flutter shut. Shozo released his hand and Haruhi crumpled to the ground, lungs heaving for air. Shozo kneeled in front of her, inspecting her. "You're not that bad looking. I can see why Kenzo took an interest in you."

"J-just l-leave," she stammered. She was breathing heavy and barely had enough energy to keep her head up.

"What if I don't want to?" Shozo asked cockily.

She didn't reply, instead settling to glare at him. Shozo reached out and twirled a piece of her short hair in his hands. "I'd almost say you were beautiful enough for me."

Haruhi's eyes widened in horror. "Never," she said forcefully.

Shozo ground his teeth in rage and put his arms around her shoulders. He forced her to her feet, none too gently. He forced her against the wall. "Say that again," he growled angrily.

Haruhi looked him in the eyes challengingly. "Never."

He placed his hand around her throat again, not enough to cut off all the air, just enough to get her breathless and weak. Just when he was about to let her go and let her crumble to the ground helpless, he heard an angry voice behind him say, "Let her go."

He spun around letting Haruhi go. She sunk to the ground breathing heavily once again.

Behind Shozo was the entire host club looking very angry, but none were angrier than Kyoya Ootori. Shozo asked, "What's she mean to you?"

Kyoya clenched his fists. "Leave. Now."

Shozo cracked his fists. "And what are you going to do if I don't?"

A little blond boy, the one he saw earlier, approached him. He looked down at him and laughed. "What are you going to do? Steal my juice-box?"

Honey roared, "Don't hurt my friends!" Honey took Shozo's hand and with skill only a master could have, flipped Shozo.

Shozo gasped as the air left his body as he was slammed to the floor. He laid for a moment before Kyoya was on top of him. "What were you doing with her?"

Shozo gasped, "Stupid girl…hurt my friend…Kenzo."

Kyoya's eyes narrowed behind his glasses. "Kenzo? That son of a bitch?"

"He's great…she's the bitch," Shozo replied cockily.

Kyoya's glasses flashed before he brought his hand back and punched Shozo. Shozo lost consciousness and Kyoya got off of him. Honey eyed Kyoya and said, "I didn't know you could fight."

"Having knowledge of the human body helps to know where to aim a punch," Kyoya replied brushing it off.

Haruhi coughed drawing his attention again. He raced to her side and asked, "Are you okay? What hurts?"

"Nothing," she gasped. "I'm fine, just help me up."

"I'll take you to one of my hospitals," Kyoya instructed whipping out his phone with one hand and steadying Haruhi with the other.

Haruhi reached for his phone and pulled it out of his hands. "No."

"You need medical attention," Kyoya insisted eyeing the already bruises forming on her neck. The other members of the club nodded in agreement.

Haruhi looked Kyoya down, her breath finally returning to her. "Then you examine me. I'm not going to some god forsaken hospital."

Kyoya weighed his options. Dragging an unwilling Haruhi to a hospital or looking her over with the first aid kit. Finally he said, "Fine. But if I see anything wrong, or anything the least bit suspicious, you are going to the hospital. Understand?"

Biting her lip, Haruhi nodded. Still leaning on Kyoya, she made her way to a couch. Kyoya instructed, "Tamaki, get the first aid kit."

"Got it," Tamaki said seriously.

Haruhi shook her head. When Tamaki was serious, you knew something was wrong. Honey sat on the other side of Haruhi. He asked with tears in his eyes, "You're going to be okay right?"

Haruhi nodded and said hoarsely, "Of course I will!" She smiled to him. "Thanks to you," she added leaning down to kiss his forehead.

Hikaru kidded, "Hey! We were there too! Don't we get kisses?" He and Kaoru looked expectantly at Haruhi.

Haruhi muttered, "It's probably the lack of oxygen saying this, but fine." She stood and kissed Kaoru's left cheek and Hikaru's right cheek.

Tamaki returned just as she was kissing Hikaru. "My daughter! Why are you kissing those yucky twins?"

Haruhi smiled and said, "It's a 'thanks' kiss." She walked to Tamaki and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you." She took the first aid kit and left him there frozen.

She turned to Mori. Mori raised an eyebrow. Haruhi said, "You're too tall. You have to lean down if you want a kiss."

Mori leant down and Haruhi gave him a quick peck on the cheek. She returned to her seat and looked at them all. "I know I don't say this a lot, but thank you. I don't think I could have got out of that on my own."

She turned to Kyoya whose glasses were glowing, hiding the jealously in his eyes. Haruhi grinned and kissed him on the lips. "There. Now didn't you say something about examining my neck?"

Kyoya snapped out of his trance and opened the first aid kit that Haruhi had handed. "Um, yes."

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Just wanted to say: yes, I realize that at the end, Haruhi was completely out of character. I know that. Please just imagine her very thankful she wasn't assaulted by Shozo and oxygen deprived.

Thanks for reading this far! Please review and tell me what you thought!

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