Otaku Dreamer: Ho'kai, so I have had this story in my head, for like forevers. And I finally decided to write it while I was procrastinating my German and my Latin homework…

Faul: Because you are lazy…

Otaku Dreamer: Ne, because I have Ouran High School Host Club on the brain. (nods) For reference, this story is set… lets say six years after the anime ended. The host club is over, and Tamaki and Haruhi have been dating for some time. (nods) in my world they have at least, will have to keep on reading the manga to find out.

Haruhi knew something was up when she woke up to find a note on her pillow.

My Dearest Haruhi,

Will you do me the honor of taking a reminiscent walk down memory lane today, by accompanying me to Music Room 3?

Yours forever,

Tamaki

Haruhi sighed at her Tamaki's antics… my Tamaki… Haruhi continued to contemplate that tiny, but significant phrase as she got dressed and began her walk to the school where her entire life had changed. It was quiet as she walked the halls, one of the few times she had walked them dressed as a female. She stopped outside the room, pausing to think as she drew a breath, preparing herself for whatever it was that Tamaki had planned for her.

Tamaki had been pacing around the piano, nervous for what he was about to do. His grandmother would never forgive him, though he had talked about it with his father. He heard the door open slightly and sat down at the piano, waiting for her to sit next to him. As she always did when he decided to play something for her, which tended to be quite often, he had insisted on buying a piano to keep at her house. She silently walked over to him, looking more beautiful than ever in her long flowing black skirt and baby blue top. She had kept her hair short, not that he minded. He stretched his fingers as she took the seat on the bench to the right of him. And he began to play.

It was not something classical that she knew, but the melody was beautiful, cascading through the acoustics of the Music Room, filling both of them with a sense of inner peace. Tamaki had reached the climax of the piece, taking up the full area of the keys for the first time in the song, when an unexpected twang brought them out of their revere. Tamaki continued to plunk out the note, but it kept on being uncharacteristically disturbing in its sound. He frowned and turned to Haruhi. "Darling, do you mind looking in the piano and seeing what is making that noise?" Tamaki said to her with the face that had melted her heart. Haruhi simply nodded as she got up to look in the piano, Tamaki's eyes followed her as he began to smile. He knew exactly what was making the piano make the horrible noise.

He watched her as her eyes shifted from searching, to curious, to shocked, and then to tears. In her hand was a small black box, a small black box that had been resting on the strings of the piano. Her eyes began to tear up as she looked back to Tamaki, shock still evident on her face. Tamaki met her eyes, standing up and walking over to her to place his hand on her face. He leaned in and whispered "open it" into her ear. Haruhi's hands were shaking as she opened the box, her hand flew to her mouth, choking back her sobs as she saw a small gold ring, with a single not small, but not large diamond in the middle of it. Her hands were still shaking as he told her to look at the inscription on the ring. In the tiniest of letters, which Haruhi had a hard time reading due to the tears still being held back, was the simplest, yet most profound of questions. "Will you marry me?" was all it said. The tears began to flow freely, but were immediately caught by Tamaki, caressing her face, patiently waiting for her answer.

Tamaki kneeled down, tired of waiting, "Haruhi, my love, my life, will you please marry me? I can not live without my life, I can not live without my soul, (1) and you are both to me. I can not express how much I love you in simple words, please, make me the happiest person on this planet, in the universe, in the entire cosmos, and marry me, my Haruhi, please." Haruhi looked down at him, and could only nod. Her smile showed through the tears, Tamaki jumped up and wrapped her in his embrace, kissing the top of her head, he slowly moved down her face telling her how he had composed the piece for her, till he found her lips. They stayed locked in each others arms for a few moments, both still processing the fact that they were to be married. Her father was going to kill him.

Ryoji Fujioka stared at his only daughter; he could not believe what she had just told him. She was planning on marrying Tamaki? He could not believe it. He refused to believe it, and he would not allow it, that is, unless she could somehow prove that Tamaki was right for her.

Haruhi stared at her father, waiting for his reply; she had been waiting for two minutes when she decided to wake him from his thought process. "Father, I love him, and he loves me. Sure I hated him in the very beginning, but, there are no words to express it, other than I love him with my whole being." Ryoji stared at his daughter; this was the most open she had ever been with him. He sighed as his eyes fell to the floor "I could not have parted with you, my Haruhi, to anyone less worthy." (2) Haruhi ran over to him and gave him a hug, professing her thanks to him as he hugged her back. He let her go as he stepped over to the sliding door, opening it as Tamaki fell forward. He had clearly been listening.

Tamaki stood up and looked Haruhi's father in the eye; Ryoji grabbed Tamaki's shoulders and pushed his against the wall. Haruhi give an "eep" of fear as her father explained that if Tamaki ever hurt his angel, he would make him hurt more than she was. He let Tamaki go, as Haruhi walked over. Tamaki smiled as he grabbed Haruhi's hand and bowed to her father, telling him that the two of them would be going out to lunch and would be back in two hours. Ryoji watched them go and turned to the picture of his wife, tears streaming down his face and ruining his make-up as he told her what had just happened.

Otaku Dreamer: Welp, there we go. I may write more of it; bringing the twins in to plan the wedding and such if you all want me to. It could get very interesting, teehee. Whomever gets the two quotes first gets 4 (!!!) hours alone with any of the hosts. (wiggles eyebrows). Hope you guys liked it, much thanks to Nightwish, whom I was listening to while I wrote this. Read and REVIEW PLEASE!!!!! For reviews make my life, most definitely. UGH I would also like to point out that THIS STORY is the reason why WHOMEVER I marry, must be able to play the piano. So that they can propose to me exactly like Tamaki does. Also, many thanks to BruHeaven, my loverly cousin, whom since she wrote something, got me wanting to write something. So thank her, and read her stories, for they are of amazing.