The Only Constant is Change

It's Haruhi, Kaoru, and Hikaru's final year at Ouran. Dynamics are changing and evolving... What will happen to the Host Club Members?

Author's Note: This story takes place about 8 months after the events in A Faire Shot at Mythology. It can be read as a stand alone, but it references events and items from that piece as well. If you are reading my work for the 1st time, I would humbly suggest reading my other stories The Game and A Faire Shot at Mythology before reading this to completely understand some of the relationship dynamics that I use. I promise that if you like this style of writing you will like those too. =)


18. Friday Morning

The muted light coming through the window woke Kyouya before the others. Enjoying the novel experience of being the first one awake rather than the beast that everyone avoided, he looked over at his sleeping lovers. Haruhi was curled into his chest, while Hikaru spooned her from behind and threw his leg over both of them. I really could get used to this. I don’t know what I am going to do in a couple of weeks when we go back to Japan. This thing with Hikaru seems to have progressed so fast in just a few days, but at the same time it feels like it has been a lifetime. I want them both with me. I know they still have a few more months at Ouran, but maybe I can convince them to share an apartment with me when they start University. I know I wouldn’t mind being out of the Ootori mansion, especially as my father is going to throw a fit when I ‘come out’ publicly. He may even disown me. It’s funny – the threat of disinheritance no longer seems like a fate worse than death. Losing Haruhi or Hikaru does. 

“You know, if your father throws a public fit about our relationship, you still have options,” Hikaru’s voice was quiet as he tried not to disturb the still sleeping woman between them. “You could always move in with any of us until the end of the semester, and then next year, we could move back here to Paris.”

“How did you know what I was thinking about?”

“I am starting to understand your looks. As Haruhi would confirm, you get a certain expression when you are thinking about your father. I just wanted to remind you that you have options that don’t involve him. I know part of your conflict revolves around the Ootori name and not wanting to dishonor it. Personally, I think if you give it 10 years – no one will remember your father as anything other than a disagreeable hard ass, while you have a chance to change the world and make the Ootori name synonymous with Progression and the future. There will always be some old fogeys that will try to stick to the ‘traditional’ to the exclusion of all else; you take the best parts of tradition and combine them with innovation and progress.”

Kyouya smiled at the passion in Hikaru’s voice and bathed in the warmth of the idea that it was directed at him. “How exactly am I going to do that?”

“Please. You know you already have. I don’t know your entire stock portfolio, but I do know that you are a decent sized shareholder of both Hitachiin Design Group and Suoh Enterprises. It wouldn’t surprise me to know you also hold stock in the Haninozouka and Morinozouka Security companies, just like you own a good portion of your father’s stock.”

Now slightly alarmed, Kyouya’s voice was harder than he intended, “Have you been going through my accounts?”

“No he hasn’t, love and neither have I. He knows about HDG because his family still owns the majority stock share and any large purchases flag in their systems. I am pretty sure Tamaki mentioned you owning some of his family stock in passing on a video call a few had months ago. The rest is an educated guess, since it makes sense if you own stock of some of your friend’s families companies; you likely own some of all.” Haruhi yawned and stretched before continuing, “Now can we please change the subject? It’s too early to be talking about business portfolios and starting arguments.”

Kyouya pulled her hand up to his lips and gently nipped the fingers, before looking at Hikaru and apologizing. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have accused you. I am just not used to people reading me… that’s usually my department.”

“Kiss me and I will accept your apology.” Hikaru’s grin was wicked.

“Easily done.” Kyouya sat up and leaned over Haruhi to lock lips with Hikaru. Their kiss was lazy- lips pressing and moving gently together. They only broke apart when Haruhi made a small sound beneath them. They turned to look down at her.

Seeing them looking at her, she sat up and leaned in to kiss them both at the same time. It was slightly awkward, but the silliness brought a smile to all of their faces. “I could really get used to waking up to both of you like that.”

“Me too.”

“Me three.”

Smiles were shared again, before Haruhi commented. “Since we are all awake, should we get up and ready?” glancing at the alarm on the nightstand, she continued, “We have about an hour before we are supposed to meet the others downstairs.”

Kyouya grinned, “A full hour. Whatever are we going to do?”

“I can think of a few things,” Hikaru answered as he flopped down on both of them, his hands bracing his impact on strategically placed areas of his partner’s bodies.

“I just bet you can,” Haruhi laughed as Hikaru proceeded to show them both exactly what he meant.

They made it downstairs with exactly a minute to spare.



The mood in the limo was excited. Tamaki and Hani were barely containing their enthusiasm, while the rest of the group looked on and laughed.

“This is going to be so much fun!”

“I agree Tama-chan! It’s so different than any other conference that I have been to.”

“Now I really hope you won’t be disappointed. You guys know it’s not like Comic-Con where there are thousands of people, right? The average attendance is about 500 people. It’s mostly panels and discussions.”

“Oh…,” Tamaki enthusiasm dampened for a millisecond before returning. “But the brochure said there was a marketplace with different vendors and booths. That will be fun to see.”

“You forget Haruhi that the purpose of the conference is to educate on different lifestyles, perspectives, and alternative paths. To be able to see through another’s eyes, is a skill not many develop.” Takashi intoned seriously.

“Yes Sensei,” she said formally before winking at Takashi.

“I am just curious about the kink lifestyle they mention as a topic,” Hikaru commented.

“You would, brother. You perv.” Kaoru teased.

“Takes one to know one.”

“You wish.”

“I don’t wish. I know.”

Kyouya decided that he wanted to join in the banter. “I think at this point, after the revelations of the last few days, we are all a little curious to see if there is anything that hasn’t come up already.”

Haruhi answered, “Well according to the schedule of events, today’s topics are centered on gender and religion; tomorrow the topics will be sexual orientation, alternative lifestyles, and alternative sexual practices. I think that last one is the ‘kink’ that Hika is referring to.”

“Yup. That’s the one. I want to know how much I have already done.” Hikaru’s smirk spoke volumes.


“Yes Haru?”

“Kao is right. You are a perv.”

The others started laughing, Hikaru included. Without missing a beat, he added, “but I am your perv. Kyouya’s too. So all of my perviness must be intriguing to you, or you would have ditched me long ago.”

“He has a point love,” Kyouya added with his own wicked grin,”And I seem to remember a certain leather dress…”

“Thanks to Kaoru and his impeccably kinky design abilities,” Haruhi blew a kiss at Kaoru, who returned the favor.

“Wait. A. Moment.” Tamaki interjected, “This is the first I have heard about Haruhi and a leather dress.” Turning to Hani and Takashi, “Do you know about the leather dress?”

“Not us, Tama-chan.”

Haruhi, Kyouya, Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged knowing looks with each other, while the others crossed their arms across their chests and glared. Finally Kaoru broke down and started the story. “Remember last year and the last Ouran Fair that we did as a Host club. The one with the Andromeda/Perseus myth?”

“Yes.” Three voices answered.

“Well you know the costumes we all wore…”

“Again. Yes.”

“Well, there were these ‘other’ costumes that I designed and Hikaru, Kyouya, and Haruhi were willing to help me try out.”

Haruhi blushed a deep red as she remembered that night. Glancing quickly at her lovers, she saw they were faintly pink as well, also no doubt remembering the first time they were all together.

“So why didn’t we see them?” the curiosity in Tamaki’s voice evident.

“I am guessing that was the night that Haru-chan, Kyo-chan, and Hika-chan first started dating.”

“So? … OH!” Now it was Tamaki’s turn to go fuchsia. However, his eagerness soon overcame his embarrassment. “Too bad you don’t still have them. I know I would like to see them… purely from an artistic perspective, of course.” He winked at Haruhi.

“Both Kyouya’s and Hika’s costumes are here, but I don’t have mine. Sorry. It’s worth seeing them in their outfits. I promise you.” Haruhi grinned at Tamaki’s less than subtle curiosity.

“Actually Haruhi, I packed your costume too. Just in case you might need it,” Kaoru said with a sly smile.

“Oh Goody! “ Tamaki practically bounced in his seat before turning to Kaoru, “Please tell me you brought your part too?”

“I did not, but in my wardrobe gray leather pants aren’t hard to find, so I could fake it.”

“Perfect.” Kaoru could read the barely hidden lust behind Tamaki’s eyes.

Haruhi couldn’t help it and burst out laughing. “It seems like every conversation this week has started out innocently and turned into a discussion related to sex. The thing is- I can’t even decide who is the bad influence on the others, because every one of us including me has turned it there at some point. Some outsider would probably think we are nothing but a group of sexual deviants.”

“Umm... Haruhi,” Kaoru said trying to put as much blandness as possible into his voice, “We are eighteen to twenty years old. Most of us are male. Sex is pretty much on our minds 95% of the time… Except Kyouya. He only has sex on the brain 90% of the time.”

The group burst out laughing as Kyouya found a discarded lumbar pillow and threw it at Kaoru. “It’s 87% of the time, I will have you know.”

“Haru-chan, are you saying you don’t want to show us the dress?”

“It’s kind of revealing, but I guess that was the point,” Haruhi mumbled turning pink again, “Oh hell… in for a penny, in for a pound. If Hika and Kyo agree, I will also put on my costume and the four of us will show you what we staged. NOT necessarily what we did after, but what the scene looked like.”


Takashi interjected quietly, “May I make a suggestion. Tomorrow night would be a fitting time, since it marks the end of the workshops and Mitskune and Tamaki still owe me for losing the bet. We could make a kind of game out of it.”

“Takashi, that is a fabulous idea. I LOVE games.” Hikaru grinned as Haruhi groaned.

Takashi looked sideways at the noise she made, so she quickly interjected, “Sorry Taka. I think the idea of having a kind of ‘game night’ tomorrow sounds like fun, especially since I still owe ALL of you for the game of Distraction you played on me yesterday morning. I was groaning at Hika, because I KNOW him and games. Fair Warning – He cheats.”

“I do not. Besides, you like my games Haru-love. I know it. It was a game that started it, after all.”

“Yes. It was.” To the other’s surprise, it was Kyouya who answered not Haruhi as he winked at Hikaru.

“So let me get this straight,” Tamaki said. “Today we go to the conference and learn about gender and religion, though I am not exactly sure how gender can be alternative. I mean, there is just male and female, right?” Tamaki paused for a breath before continuing, ”Then tomorrow, after spending the day learning about sex and different kinds of sex and let’s face it, probably getting totally wound up, we are going to go back to the House and have some sort of twisted game night that will probably drive us crazy with lust.”

“Yeah Boss. That about sums it up.” Hikaru grinned.


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