Ehem! Testing!

This is my first Ouran fanfiction, so it might be bad. But I liked it.

I own Ouran!!! Not. Well not yet anyway. I have about 40 cents and a box of pocky in my drawer, saved for such an occasion. I think that I'll be able to buy Nekozawa with that money. I mean, come on- who wouldn't want 40 cents. Plus pocky?! Come on! That's worth like, the entire host club! I bet I can get at least Nekozawa for it! But until then, I don't own ouran. Not even Neko. /Pouts/

Well, PLZ READ AND REVIEW!!!!

The blond host paced the third music room, nervous about the news he was about to say.

He, Tamaki Suoh, had arrived early, preparing what he had to say. He was currently waiting for his fellow hosts, one in particular, to show up. It had been bothering him all week, and he was losing sleep. He would have to tell that person. If only it was that early.

The moment he was dreading was coming all too soon as he heard the footsteps of a familiar host-friend and the opening of a door.

He had butterflies in his stomach, threatening him. He must say it. He must tell-

"Oh, Tamaki. You're sure here early."

"Well, Yes. There's something I want to talk about with you. I… We-"The blond heir started, clearly nervous.

"Kyouya." He looked the Otori heir in the face, ready to say it.

"Mommy, we must get a divorce."Tamaki said, dramatically emphasizing every word.

Kyouya was confused. What was that idiot talking about?

"I cannot be faithful to you- no, to our entire host family, when I am in love with Haruhi." Now Tamaki was doing movements to match his drama filled words.

Ah, so that's what he was talking about. Tamaki was so over dramatic. In the corner of his eyes, he saw the door open and smirked. He clearly saw a very large group of Tamaki's fans and a certain brown haired host, watching them at the doorway. This might be a profit to him.

"What did you say?" Kyouya said, even though it was clear what Tamaki had said.

"Mommy, we must break up," He started, Lavender eyes filled with determination. "I am in love with Haruhi Fujioka. Every moment I spend without her is torture. I have realized I loved her after much trouble. She's not my daughter. And more importantly, I can't pretend that she is, or that you're my wife. I'm such an idiot for not realizing earlier, but I want to tell Haruhi, and I can't if I think she's my daughter. I-"

He was cut off by the screams of 'I knew it!' And 'TAMA LOVES HARU!" Coming from the door way. All of his fans were there, plus a very shocked Haruhi. Tamaki turned as red as, well, Haruhi.

All Haruhi could say without yelling 'I love you too, sempai!' was, "You should really lock this door, you know" and that's exactly what she said before walking out of the room, trying to cover her smile and blush.

Tamaki, expecting her to say that she loved him, was shocked by her statement. He sunk into his corner of woe, off to tend to his mushrooms.

Kyouya smirked, and took the excited fan girl squeals as a sign they'd be back. And with that, he went off calculating how much of a profit he'd make.

Tamaki, finished sulking, decided that when he told Haruhi formally that he loved her, he would lock the door.

The end! I was considering ending with,

'Renge, who was in the head of the group at the door, ran off to tell her loveable boyfriend Umehito Nekozawa about today's surprising turn of events.'

I decided against it, because it is too random. Oh well. I love Renge X Umehito! So kawaii!

Um… I hope you liked it. PLEASE REVIEW!!! It's just a click away! It doesn't even have to be anything deep! A 'Good Fanfiction' will suffice for me!! Please! /cue Tamaki's puppy dog eyes/