Disclaimer: …I disclaim to the world! I don't own Host Club and if I did, I would keep them all to myself and watch the little fangirls cry. :D
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"Here, please say no one is here," a person of slight build and guyish hair muttered just outside of yet another library. He'd been standing there for a while, his hand resting on the door knob of the forth library he'd been to that day. Yet, his nerve was failing him. He'd gotten tired of opening the door to a quiet room and finding it a house of chatter and irritating people. His grip tightened, however, his eyes closing as he sought for relief. And then—
The door swung open, throwing the poor soul off to the side and into the wall. The group passing through didn't notice him, his obviously cheap clothes allowing him to blend into the wall quite nicely. As the group diminished, the poor soul stood again, peeking around the open door and into the library. There was a hoard of people, all chattering happily as if nothing was the matter. They were certainly acting as if no one had to study at the moment!
The soul let out a noise of frustration, a vein sticking out on his forehead as he stalked away. He continued to walk until he reached the top floor of the South Wing within Ouran High School. "Four libraries, and the place is still too crowded!" Determined to find somewhere to study, the soul continued onward, hoping to find some room of peace and silence. "I mean, if you don't want to study, just go home."
A sign caught the person's eye at the end of the North Hallway. An unused music room…
"Maybe there won't be anyone in here…" he thought as he passed under the sign that stated, Music Room 3. Cautiously, he opened the door, peering inside slowly. And to his eyes came the most heavenly vision in the world. And no! It wasn't a group of fine young men. It was a mountain of fatty tuna!
The sou—Oh wait… we find out now that she's a she… and that she is suddenly wearing a dress fit for frolicking in. Anyway, the girl took a step back, her eyes wide as she examined the tuna mountain before it. That beautiful… expensive… mountain…!
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"Milord, Haruhi is sleeping, someone should wake her up," the annoying chant of the Hitachiin twins announced. Sighing, Tamaki looked up from his customer, his eyes falling on the adorable face of his Haruhi… smashed against the surface of a table. Tsking, Tamaki walked forward, his arms thrown dramatically to either side of him. Yet, when he got closer to her, he faltered in his steps, a blush forming across his cheeks. She was just… so cute… with that goofy grin plastered on that snoozing face.
"But, she's dreaming something good. Let my daughter be happy…" Tamaki said, looking to the twins. They looked to her face as well, the one on the right blushing slightly more than the one on the left.
"Right… maybe for a little while…" they agreed. And so, Haruhi was left to her frolicking and her feast.
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A/N: Oh yes. The first of my dream series… Don't you love the title too? Dream Series '08. It sounds so dramatic. It also makes me want to let alone a whole lot of characters just to do a Dream Series '09 next summer. :D
Basically, I got this idea really late at night and found that I loved it. It's mostly ridiculous, or fluffy, or it can be dead serious when I have the chance. (…Dead Sirius… TT)
Anyway, enjoy the first. I chose Host Club, because honestly, the characters are easier to write than any other anime/manga characters… Plus, this one has a theme. - Don't I feel cool. The above utilizes the first page of the Host Club manga and quotes directly from it. While I did buy that one, I didn't write it, and therefore, isn't officially mine… if that makes any sense. Have a disclaimed on this fanfiction sight enough? Be prepared… the next few dreams should throw this one into the dust unless they turn out lame.