Mommy Dearest

Chapter 3- Good Intentions



The day's club activities ended without either the president or the vice-president making another appearance. Luckily there wasn't much to do after they had gone; most of the customers had rushed out of the room, leaving only a few collapsed on the furniture and fanning themselves. It appeared the power of the scene had so far exceeded their expectations that none of the girls needed any other attention. Mori was unofficially third in charge and currently he and Honey were serving out tea. Mostly as a courtesy.



Haruhi was taking the opportunity to try review the material for their next test, a task that her identical classmates were making it very difficult. They were asking lots of questions but seemed hardly interested in the answers, only interrupting to ask about something else.



“You two,” she sighed. “This is a large portion of our grade! Take it more seriously, okay?”



Hikaru ruffled her hair. “If you're so worried about us, why don't you teach us better?”



“I'm trying but you're not listening!”



“We're listening, we're listening!” Her face was suddenly surrounded by both of theirs, a faked expression of concern perfectly mirrored on each. She tapped the textbook until they looked down.



“First of all, memorize this equation! This will most certainly be on the exam!”



“Huh? Memorize? That sounds like work. Can't you do it for us?”



“If you can't even remember this formula, you won't do well at all!” She stood up. “I'm sorry, I just can't study with you guys. It's too aggravating.” She began to walk away, head down. Maybe after Kyoya came back he would help her.



“Hey, wait!” Hikaru caught the sleeve of her jacket. “We're sorry. Maybe we could study after school?”



“Not today, though.” Kaoru looked pointedly and his brother and they exchanged some silent communication.



“I will if you will actually study.” Haruhi tapped a finger against her lips as she thought. “Would you like to come over to my place tomorrow? I could make you dinner. Of course, it may not be the quality you're used to...”



Their faces brightened. “Homemade dinner from Haruhi! Great!” Each grabbed one of her elbows and they twirled her around until she couldn't help laughing. The host club members were so strange, but it was easy to become fond of them.



She was left alone to walk out of the school, but unfortunately did not make it too far. Two armored police officers approached her.



“Are you Fujioka?” One asked her. He wasn't mean about it, but she did feel a little surprised at the situation.



“The Ootori private police?”



He gave a curt nod. “We've been instructed to escort you back to the household. Don't worry, we are here to protect you, not harm you. Please step into the vehicle.” A limousine pulled around the corner.



She sighed again. Did everything have to be done with such grandeur? Why didn't Kyoya, or whoever, just call one of the twins and ask them to send her a message. “All right, I'm coming.”



The Ootori mansion was amazingly large and overly decorated, at least outside. Inside, the walls were covered in immaculate paintings and the floors with elaborate rugs, but there did seem to be a colder air to the atmosphere. Like a doll house made for show and not play.



They led her into a living room area, then shut the door as they left her presence. Kyoya was sitting on a stuffy looking couch. The coffee table in front of him was laden with many little snacks and two cups of tea.



“Help yourself.” He gestured to the arrangement. She put her bags down on a nearby chair then sat next to him, looking over the food items he was gesturing to. After a moment's hesitation she picked up a cracker with some cheese on it and tried it. Amazing.



“I'm sorry for the bravado, but I know you would have made excuses unless I sent some sort of force.” Kyoya had changed out of his school uniform. He now wore khaki pants and a green buttoned shirt. It was funny how his posture changed depending on who was present; he had slouched down and was now in the process of putting his feet up on the edge of the table.



She found herself smiling. “I didn't think of it that way, but you're absolutely right. I was actually wanting to see you anyways; midterms are coming up and I was wondering if you could help me with some problems.”



But he leaned forward and regarded her very seriously. “Afraid that will have to wait; my issue is more demanding.”



“Oh?” Haruhi waited for him to continue.



Kyoya was silent a minute longer (hesitating?) before asking the million-dollar question:



“Did you or did you not tell Tamaki that you wouldn't speak to him again until he and I had... worked on their relationship?”



Haruhi's face brightened. “Ah, I did. How did it go?”



*****



Kyoya thought his head was going to explode. How did it go?! The most traumatizing experience of his life and she could be so nonchalant about instigating it?!



Somehow in the struggle, Tamaki had managed to get him on the ground. This had been his undoing; with his friend's body pressing on top of him, the difference in their weight put him at a disadvantage.



“You're fighting so much! I thought you were mon ami, Kyoya...” Tamaki had turned the full charm of his smile on him. Usually this made Kyoya laugh.



But not when Tamaki's hand was down his pants!



“Friends don't touch each other this way,” he said through gritted teeth. This was beyond confusing. Yes, the feel of any hand charting a course to his crotch would be enjoyable. No, this was not the person he wanted doing this. His ideal Tamaki was supposed to marry Haruhi and the two of them would have a wonderful life together.



This Tamaki, however, turned his attention to Kyoya's glasses and cast them aside, then bent down and kissed him again. “Now now,” he purred. “Be good to Daddy and do what he wants. Don't you want him happy?”



Kyoya growled and jerked his head away, but there wasn't much room for escape. “This will not make you happy. This is the opposite of- gah! Don't!”



Tamaki had a hand around his member and was stroking it, gently. “Oh? Were you saying something?”



“Nng!” *Oh that was intelligible* he thought, while another part of him was just angry he had time to be sarcastic but not time to do anything. Maybe he should just go with it. It would kind of be like when he did it to himself, right? He could close his eyes and pretend it was someone else-



NO.



This whole thing was stupid. Kyoya grabbed at Tamaki's shoulder and pushed him off. Now they were both sitting and staring at each other. In public, where anyone could just come up the stairs and see him with his pants around his ankles!



Tamaki barely missed a beat, merely shrugging and getting down on all fours. “Alright, you don't want to play that way?” He cupped a hand around Kyoya once more and lowered his face.



“T-TAMAKI!” Kyoya grabbed at his hair and tried to push him away, but he was evaded and soon Tamaki's mouth was upon him.



There was a moment where he had to admit that it was pleasant, to his horror. And then he became desperate.



“TAMAKI, IF YOU DO THIS I WILL NEVER SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN! Do you understand me?!”



That worked. He retreated and Kyoya was able to maintain some dignity and pull his pants back up. His first instinct was to turn and leave as soon as possible, but Tamaki's glum face made him hesitate.



“It's just not fair. Why are you and Haruhi being so mean?” Unbelievably, Tamaki sniffed and Kyoya saw a tear roll down his face. “I can't win. No matter what I do one of you won't talk to me.” Now their eyes met, and Kyoya was pained to see how upset Tamaki really was.



He reached forward and gathered his friend in an awkward embrace. Tamaki couldn't help it if he was stupid and naïve. That was his nature. Kyoya was certain his friend didn't want any of this, he just didn't know what else to do.



“I'm positive Haruhi did not mean what she said, and I'll make her apologize to you. Okay? Everything is going to be all right.”



Tamaki wailed and clutched to him for awhile. Eventually they discreetly left the school and Kyoya made sure he made it home safely. By the time he was waving goodbye no one would guess anything out of the ordinary had happened.



Then he had arranged for a ride for Haruhi to come here, so they could discuss the whole matter privately. He expected a misunderstanding; he didn't expect her to be smiling at him, waiting for some good news.



Either Kyoya was surrounded by idiots, or he was getting worse at reading people by the minute.



*****



Elsewhere, Kaoru and Hikaru were plotting out Phase Two.



“Stop being so nervous, it's going to be fine!” Hikaru reassured a fidgety Kaoru.



“I'm just worried. So I should just sit back, like this?”



“Yes. And she'll be down here, like this.” Hikaru pressed his face against the front of Kaoru's boxers, then looked up at him, grinning.



“Ah! Hikaru!”



“What, you wanted to rehearse! We could rehearse for real, you know...”



“J-just continue explaining. For now.” Kaoru's face was red.



“So then her butt will be somewhere back here, and hopefully I will be too.” Hikaru kneeled a few feet away and patted his thighs.



“That seems sort of far away.”



“We don't have to stay like that the whole time, it's just a suggestion. I have others.” He cupped Kaoru's chin between his fingers and lured him in until their lips met. And met, and met.