Disclaimer: OHSHC belongs to Hatori Bisco.

A/N: My first OHSHC fanfic... not the best I have to say... but hey, it's just getting stared so it will improve! R&R are greatly welcomed :)

Material and references here are obviously from chapter 1 of OHSHC, and pages 54 to 56 :)

One | Their Meeting

"Hm?" Tamaki's eyes wandered to the floor, and rested on a wallet. He picked it up, "What's this? A student ID…"

"Ah, that's probably mine," said Haruhi, looking over the shoulder of her senpai who had opened the wallet.

"Haruhi…"

"Yes?"

"Are you a girl?"

"Yes." She turned around, her knuckles resting on her chin, "biologically, at least."

There was silence. Then Tamaki pointed another accusing finger at her, un-allegeable words and noises coming from his lips.

The onlookers of the scene absorbed the comedy of it. They had noticed the truth in the middle, and thought it would be fun to finally watch their lord's reaction.

"Ah," said Hikaru, "He finally noticed."

"But he probably knew by instinct," added Kaoru.

Mori kept quite as per usual, not knowing how to react to this development.

Honey-senpai just chirped happily, "I knew it from the beginning!"

Whilst Kyouya just adjusted his glasses, "It's a pretty interesting development."

Tamaki continued pointing at Haruhi, his face getting redder and redder as blood cells creeped up to his cheekbones. He was too astonished that no voice came out of his appearing to be screaming expression.

"If the senpai's thought of me as a guy, I thought it would be okay with me, probably because me consciousness of being a guy or a girl is lower than other people, and I'm not that interested in appearances…" Haruhi perked up and turned to the ever turning red Tamaki. "Oh…" adopting Tamaki's finger-pose, "you were really cool earlier, senpai."

Emotions that Tamaki couldn't understand overwhelmed him. The blood cells crossed the border and dyed his cheeks a bright red. He covered his nose and lips with his mouth; he was worried he'd have a nose bleed. The girl before him had the most stunning smile he'd ever seen and eyes that drew him in. But at that moment, his mind was blank. The heat was getting to him.

On the side lines the onlookers judged the situation in silence.

Honey-senpai giggled whilst cuddling his pink bunny plushie. "Tama-chan's gone really red! Really really red! Like a strawberry cake... mmmm.. strawberry cake…"

Kyouya took out the clipboard, already analysing the amount of profit lost from today's fiasco; "Tamaki is a true idiot," he looked up at his pink face, "this will be a very interesting development indeed. I hope this 'natural rookie' will prove useful…" he looked at Haruhi who was smiling at Tamaki, "and perhaps teach that idiot a thing or too." Smiling to himself, Kyouya snapped shut his clipboard and returned to his table.

Hikaru's eyes glowed as he looked at Haruhi. "This will be fun… we can make her our gopher…"

Kaoru entered Hikaru's thoughts through a strange telepathic flow. "No Hikaru, we should treat her nicely,"

Hikaru gave Kaoru the a look that said 'not amused'. "Boring…" he grinned, Let's make a bet,"

Kaora replied with a puzzling look. "Go on?"

"Heh heh heh… if she can get the 'guess who is Hikaru game' wrong, you're treating me to lunch."

Kaoru looked over at Haruhi, then at Hikaru who was watching her. A worrying smile spread across his face. "You're on…but Hikaru, if she is right, promise me to be nice to her."

Hikaru tilted his head to the side and wrapped his arms around Kaoru. "You'll always be my number one."

Smiling, Kaoru pulled Hikaru's arms off of him, "I wonder…Hikaru.." and dragged him back to the sofas.

* * *

A while after school, Haruhi had returned home. It was just Tamaki and Kyouya sitting around the large chestnut table.

Tamaki fiddled with the vase of roses in front of him as Kyouya tapped away at the laptop. "Kyouya..."

Kyouya didn't take his eyes off the monitor, "Yes?"

"I think I have a temperature... or a fever... maybe the flu..."

"Oh?"

"What do you mean 'oh'?"

"I was just thinking about the saying..." he looked up from the monitor, his eyes hidden by the reflected light on his glasses. Flashing a brilliant smile that radiated 'evil' he said, "...that idiots don't get ill."

"Wha...is that some kind of japanese saying!? Explain, Kyouya, explain!" said Tamaki childishly, skipping over to him and putting his hands on Kyouya's shoulders.

Kyouya brushed off Tamaki. "Dear god he's an idiot for real."

A/N: I just noticed that Kyouya calls Tamaki an idiot a lot here... oh well! We love the idiot XD