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Summary: Kyouya thought leaving her was for the best. Kyouya thought that when she came back, she had moved on, fianlly happy. Kyouya thought wrong.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Haruhi smiled as Kyouya pulled her closer to him. She was beaming at how he stayed in her small apartment. It was nice to know that he would do such a thing for her, especially when he was comfortable in larger places. "Kyouya?" she whispered. "Are you still asleep?" He hummed and hid his face in the crook of her neck. His arms tightened around her and his naked chest pressed against her even more. "Kyouya-kun" She sighed. He pulled back and gave her a smile, his eyes still closed.

"You know, Haruhi," Tamaki said softly.

She looked towards him. "Hai?"

"You're the first girl to ever make Kyouya show his emotions like he does now"

"Am I, senpai?" she asked. He nodded.

"It's nice…But why didn't you tell daddy that you and mommy were getting together?!" he whined. Haruhi rolled her eyes. Just when she thought they were having a touching moment… "You're supposed to tell father everything!"

"You're not my father, Tamaki-kun!"

She grinned at the memory before leaning down and kissing Kyouya softly. "You have to get up. You're meeting your father soon" He nodded and sat up, hesitant to leave her side. She hugged his middle. "I'm sorry to wake you, Mr. Ootori, but you really must go."

"Fine, Miss Fujioka" He sighed. "But you will face serious punishment for waking me before the alarm clock did"

"Is that so?" she laughed. He nodded with a smirk on his face and a teasing gleam in his eyes.

"Serious, serious punishments" He promised before leaving to get ready.

Kyouya walked into room and bowed his head before sitting. "Ohayo gozaimasu, Father" He said. "What did you want to see me for?"

Yoshio looked up and into his son's eyes. "Kyouya..."


Haruhi sighed at her desk. "Kyouya," she whispered softly before looking through her paper work.

"What's wrong, Haruhi-chan?" She looked up to see her friend peering down at her.

"It's nothing, Nami" She smiled gratefully. Nami and she had met in law school. They stayed with each other through the years since then. Now, at twenty-six, you could call each other best friends.

"Are you sure? Is it about…" Nami paused, looked around and leaned into her. "Kyouya-senpai?"

Haruhi closed her eyes and nodded. "He's meeting his father today. What if he found out? He'll try to separate us, I know it"

"Do you think he really would?" Nami asked with a frown. "You may be a commoner, but you went to a prestigious school because of your grades, continued on to one of the best law schools in all of Japan, and, might I add, you are quite a beauty." Haruhi laughed. Over the years, her boyish features left her. She grew her hair out, letting it reach her shoulder and she developed lovely curves. "What idiot would want to let you go?"

She nodded. "You're right, Nami. I shouldn't be afraid. I mean, how could his father find out in the first place?"


A silence fell upon the office. "How did you find out?" Kyouya's voice was barely above a whisper.

"That is for me to know, and you to never find out" Yoshio's voice was cold and demanding. "What were you thinking, Kyouya? Where was your mind when you decided to bind with a- a commoner?"

He looked down. "It was right where it should have been, father. I am happy with Haruhi. I lo-"

"Don't try to sway me with that nonsense. You don't love her. You are merely blinded. Infatuated. This will pass."

"How can you say that?" Kyouya asked in anger.

"You will leave this girl, do you understand?" The older man stood, his hands on the desk. "You know the power I have, son. I can ruin her name for life. She will never work in any law firm again" Kyouya looked down in shock. Would he really do that? Could his father really tear them apart? A knock at a door broke the tense glares between father and son. "Enter" A woman came in. She was tall, slender and beautiful. "Kyouya. This is Taniguchi Sumire. Sumire, my son, Kyouya."

The Shadow King analyzed her discreetly. "Dozo yoroshiku," He said stiffly, clearly showing that he wasn't pleased to meet her at all.

Sumire raised an eyebrow. "Arigato"

"Kyouya," Yoshio said with a smile. "Her parents, your mother and I have come to an agreement. Meet your fiancée"

"Fi…fiancée?" Sumire smirked like a cheshire cat.

"Dozo yoroshiku, Kyouya-kun" she told him in smug victory. "Absolutely pleased to meet you"