A flock of white doves flew by the rosy pink clock tower, high above the construction below. A group of handsome Ouran boys adorned in light blue uniforms were setting up tables and chairs, placing elegant white tablecloths on each table and a royal purple cushion on each chair. The tallest with shining blonde hair was first to stop working, brushing it out of his eyes.

"This is going to be the Host Club's last chance to show them what we've got. We have to make this perfect, everyone!" he shouted.

The closest boys glared. "Why don't you do the work then, Tamaki? It's not like we signed up for this," they snapped in unison. Their tousled light brown hair and yellow topaz eyes were identical; as was every other part of their appearance. If not for the difference in hair parting, it would be nearly impossible to tell them apart.

"Aww come on, Hikaru, Kaoru! It's gonna be fun! There'll be tons of honey cakes with strawberries on top." A tiny Host Club member appeared from behind the twins. His large chocolate eyes and honey blond hair already made him the cutest of the bunch, not to mention the pink stuffed bunny nestled tightly in his arms.

"That's all you ever think about, Honey-sempai," Tamaki grinned, turning back to organize a stack of china tea cups and plates. Honey laughed gleefully and ran to another one of the members. He was tall and featured stocky black hair. His face gave off a tough impression, but with Honey by his side, it made him look more like the doting older brother.

"Mori! Aren't you excited for the sweets?" He climbed up onto Mori's shoulders, a large smile plastered on his face.

"Not so much," he replied and helped grab the other end of a table Kaoru was carrying with Honey still attached.

The sun sank ever so slowly into the horizon and the Host Club dutifully performed their role. Ouran High expected them to be on top of this dance and to make it a great final night for the graduating seniors and their friends. As night fell upon the grand school, the bright yellow lights twinkled around the vast wooden dance floor in the courtyard. Hikaru sat on the side, his arm resting on Kaoru's shoulder.

"Can't believe the boss got us to do all this work."

"Yeah, and why did Haruhi get to miss out? She's just as much a member of the Host Club as anyone else."

A starry-eyes Tamaki twirled across the floor. "Our darling Haruhi spent the day preparing for tonight's event. I had Kyouya escort her to the Je Suis Perdu to obtain an outfit. I can't wait to see her in one that can suit her properly!" His laughed and spun around in tight circles.

Kaoru sighed. "So in other words..."

"Haruhi got to spend the day shopping..."

"While we had to spend the day..."

"Working," Hikaru finished.

"Precisely," Tamaki chuckled. "But don't worry! It'll all be worth it once she's dancing under the moonlight, won't it?"

"But isn't she going to be hosting like the rest of us? After all,"

"She is a Host Club member," they replied.

Tamaki froze. "I-I didn't think about that! I'm going to have to call it off!"

"Haruhi's new outfit or the party?" Kaoru asked.

Tamaki sighed. "We'll just have to make up an excuse to see Haruhi in a dress some other time."

"No problem," Hikaru and Kaoru said together.

A small figure streaked across the grass to the boss's side. "The party's about to start! Should we get the food out now?" Honey asked, his big eyes hopefully awaiting an opportunity for cake consummation.

"Yes, that sounds about right. Get Mori to help you. I don't want you eating it all before the guests arrive," he replied, gazing off into his own theatre. A gleaming Haruhi appeared on stage, where a slinky cocktail dress and high heel boots. "Haruhi!" the dream Tamaki cried. Haruhi leapt from the stage and into the welcoming arms of Tamaki. "Oh Tamaki, how I've waited for a moment to tell you. I ..." "Yes, my darling?" "I..."

"hate you."

A startled Tamaki snapped out of his dream. The real Haruhi stood before him, a glare upon her face.

"Haruhi," he stuttered. "You were about to tell me that you'd fallen for me."

She grimaced. "You wish. Actually I was just about to tell you off. What are you doing, making me go shopping at the stupid French Shoppe? I was just fine wearing my old middle school grad outfit."

Tamaki took the opportunity to admire Kyoya's work. Haruhi was adorned in a deep navy blue gown, light blue sparkled glittering from every fold. Her hair was pulled back into high pigtails with perfectly matched hair extensions; her usually short boyish hair making this impossible otherwise.

"Her did a wonderful job, Haruhi. It's not quite what I had imagined, but you are... so cute!" he shrieked. Haruhi's mouth turned down. "Now I know you're going to hate me, because you have to change immediately. Get into your host attire."

"... What? You made me suffer through a day of shopping with him" she pointed towards Kyoya "just to cancel on me later?"

He smiled. "You'll forgive me in due time."

"The hell I will... But tonight is important and we've got work to do. I save this discussion for later," she replied, motioning towards the school gates where a crowd of oncoming girls and their dates were gathering; a sea of dazzling sparkles and tuxedos

"Oh dear, they've arrived! Places everyone!" he called.

Every member got in their spot. The twins raced to the gates to welcome them in, one on each side with a rose in hand. Honey was posted near the snacks, occasionally stuffing a cupcake inside his mouth. Mori stood behind him, watchful of his younger cousin. Haruhi leaned against one of the tables, waiting to escort the guests and Tamaki stood in the center of the dance floor, the spotlight fashioned upon him. His eyes gleamed with tears.

"We welcome you to Ouran's Final Dance organized by the Host Club!" the twins grinned, opening the ivory gates. There was a cheer sent up by the girls and they clambered inside the spacious courtyard.