Chapter 1: Kaoru pov:

I threw my bag over my shoulder. I had my lamp, clothes, water pretty much everything I needed. As you may have guessed, I was going camping. Not just me, the whole Host Club. Tamaki decided that we needed to "appreciate" mother earth more. What the hell is up with that guy and all of his weird ideas? I mean, seriously now, where does he think this crazy stuff up? It makes my head spin.

" Kaoru, where's the tent?" I heard Hikaru yell from the other room. I'm pretty sure he knew, but what the hell, I'll waste precious oxygen that could have been used conservably, what damage could it do?

" Hikaru, I'm pretty sure You lent it to that girl in seventh grade, you know the one, Anya, I think."

"SHIT!" I'm pretty sure that was an over reaction to something.

Hikaru walked into the room, hands folded across his chest and giving me a death glare, which is something I've only seen Kyoya do. His hand pulled back and like a spring bounced back at my face. " You IDIOT! You were supposed to go get it back from her when she was done with it!" Hikaru screamed. Did he forget about that bear that killed her? Maybe he just pushed it out of his mind.

" She DIED, Hikaru! What was I supposed to do, go up to their house, apologize for their daughters death and ask if we could kindly have our tent back? What kind of gentlemen would we be if we did that?" I said. Hikaru looked hurt. Had that incident not happened, he may have had a chance at an early, healthy first love. Oh well, life moves on. Hikaru muttered something under his breath about getting the latest model in Colesman. He must have amnesia, perhaps he forgot that we are filthy rich and don't have to worry about expenses. We could always just have the family construction team build us a personal cabin at the site. A drop in the bucket. I'll consult Tamaki about the idea, although I am pretty sure he will strongly disagree, but who cares? He wouldn't want Haruhi in a crappy, run down, cold tent now, would he? Genious.

I grasped the phone with my cold, dead hand. Just kidding. Just really cold. I dialed Tamaki's number.

Hi, Tamaki? I was wondering, would you really want Haruhi sleeping in a cold, crappy tent?

Some sort of screaming, staticy noise came babbling out the phone. Maybe there was just bad reception.

Good, Thanks, Tamaki, the cabin will be finished tomorrow!

Ha ha! No questions asked. Maybe I should post pone the cabin, who knows what hell will break loose in that amount of time. Oh well.

Authors note: I know this is a week chapter, the later ones will be ALOT better. I came up with the idea for this when I went camping and on a hike we came across an abandoned chapel. You'll understand later. I promise.