The Sequel
In case the last chapter regarding the fan issue was confusing (though most was done intentionally, other parts should be made clear): Tamaki visited and gave Haruhi a fan, wanting a way of communicating with her secretly, both to annoy her husband and to get to talk to Haruhi! (you can just see him saying that).
Of course, he doesn’t take into account in his brilliant planning that Kyouya could have picked up the language somewhere along the way. ;P
I wasn’t going to continue this, but as is becoming the norm, certain reviewers enticed my Muse out to play with idea… and I’m generally obedient to said Muse.
Theme: #65 Struggle
It constantly amazed Haruhi at how fickle Society could be.
One night of Tamaki and Kyouya ‘dueling’ it out with their fans, and suddenly the whole population had acquired them overnight, and seemed obsessed with learning the language.
Kyouya took it in stride, of course, used to such frivolity of the Ton.
They were at the opera when she realized the real danger of such a trend.
Just because she hadn’t been interested in using the fan herself, didn’t mean she hadn’t picked up a few choice phrases. Especially not when her husband and his rival tended to throw silent messages to each other right in front of Haruhi’s face. Literally.
This time, she was grateful to be sitting on Kyouya’s right side, since Tamaki’s box was situated to their left. There were no fans flailing wildly, no glinting smiles and red fury hovering over her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him draw it against his ear, leaving it there as though thinking; she looked away, not fooled, but not wanting to see the eruption a few boxes over, either.
At intermission, he was the first to barge into their box, smiling widely at Haruhi and thumping Kyouya playfully in the chest with the wooden fan.
She watched with eyebrows raised as her husband grunted from the impact and glared at the blond. Haruhi sighed. This would have to be dealt with.
“Could you bring me some lemonade?” she asked Kyouya with a smile, and he paused, glancing at her with a frown.
The bland expression she returned, though, seemed to be enough, and he left the box with one last look at Tamaki.
“Haruhi!” that man exclaimed, grabbing her hand and placing the usual, extravagant kiss upon it.
“Lord Suou,” she said, and waved him towards a chair.
Amazingly enough, the twins had not yet burst upon them, which meant this was the perfect opportunity.
With a flick she drew up her fan, previously unused, and regarded him gravely.
She fanned herself slowly, and let her gaze rest on Tamaki’s for a minute, making sure he got the message.
Then she let it drop, closed, and smiled at him.
“Why don’t we go see Lady Victoria?” she suggested, standing and glancing over at that family’s box.
He instinctively stood and offered his arm, and they left the box.
She noticed, though, that he was playing with his fan as they walked the hall, opening and closing it with slow deliberation.
“Don’t be stupid,” she commented, and lifted her own, twirling it several times in her right hand, watching his face carefully.
For a moment, he looked angry, and then hurt… and then he dropped his fan, and she smiled.
“Thank you,” she said quietly before they entered the other box, and reached on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.
A/N: For those who will go and look up the signals, there are six messages within this chapter. I may post this again, with the signals bolded or explained.