A/N: I thought I'd start a wintery time fic. A mulitchaptered one at that, to get me back in the saddle. So i came up with this (actually the idea was a crack idea that i gave chelsea, than manged to twist it to be desent) It;s not nearly my best work, sorry about that, the 2 year writers block can't be fixed in a night. Anyway, thanks for reading. Not sure where this will go *do i ever?* but i hope you enjoy. Reviews welcome, and remember to think before you flame!

"I have to what?"

It was winter in Japan, and the Ouran Host Club, like they did every Thursday afternoon, was going over the up coming weeks plans.

"Ice skate," Hunny said happily from his place in front of a cake, quoting what Kyoya had said seconds earlier.

The twins leaned in on either side of Haruhi, "What's wrong? Never skated before?" They said in perfect unison.

"Well, I have…" Haruhi said with a sigh, thinking back to grade school.

*Haruhi flashback*

"But dad, I don't want to wear this outfit, it's too sparkly."

"Tisk tisk Haruhi," her father said, pushing her out onto the ice, "but you look so pretty."

"Well," her father said in the hospitable an hour later, "At least you looked adorable."

*end Haruhi flashback*

"But I'm horrible at it…"

Tamaki got up in a very Tamaki way, waving his arms about madly, "Well than my beautiful daughter, I will teach you the way of the marvelous sport that only the beautiful like us can do! Think of the beauty when two bodies as perfect as yours and mine dance like fire on the ice!"

"NO WAY!" The natural rookie shouted, running away from the host club king.

The twins joined in the chasing, demanding that they be the ones to teach her how to play hockey and other fun ice sports.

"That's enough," Kyoya said, his voice causing everyone to freeze, "Haruhi will be taught by a professional every morning for the next week, starting Saturday."

Haruhi's eyes widened, fearing the price, but Kyoya, reading her mind added, "But since it's a club activity, this time the club will pay the bill."

She took a sigh of relief.

"But as for the rental fees on the skates…"

And so, Saturday morning came, and Haruhi walked outside her apartment, dressed in the warmest coat she owned, mittens and a cap that her father had forced on her, only to be meet by a waiting limo.

"Ma'am," The driver said, opening the door for her.

She climbed in, surprised that the limo was, for once, empty. "Where are we going?"

"We have instructions to take you to the skating rink."

"Oh." She said, gazing out the window as the still dark buildings passed by, wondering what skating rink she'd be learning at. The public outdoor rink seemed out of the question, but she'd assume Kyoya would simply rent one of the smaller public rinks for her.

So when she walked into the obviously privately owned, overly furnished and exquisitely decorated lobby of the rink, she couldn't help but be in awe.

"Hot chocolate Miss Fujioka?"

"This way to the private changing room Miss Fujioka."

"Do you need assistance Miss Fujioka?"

Haruhi jumped, "No that's ok…" She looked over to the open picture window that had a full view of the actually ice, where someone, presumably her teacher, was practicing moves she couldn't even begin to describe. From this distance she couldn't make out a face, but he looked to be around her age. He was though, in one word, beautiful on the ice.

"I bet he's some rich bastard like the rest of them," she muttered with a sigh before she was whisked away to the change rooms.

By the time she finally arrived rink side the skating man was gone. Looking at her watch she noted it to be just a little before seven, giving her a minute to attempt this ice skating thing before her lesson was actually supposed to start.

She took a careful, step onto the ice, holding tightly to the railing that surrounded the rink. Her legs were wobbling, and her heart pounding fast, remembering the last time she had tried this particular sport she had come home with a cast and stitches.

Taking another step she slipped, her face headed straight into the hard glass when, "You know, starting without your teacher is probably not the smartest thing for one to do."

Haruhi yelped as she realized that around her chest where two very strong hands that had caught her from doom. She yelped again when the hands pulled her up, against a warm, firm chest and a familiar voice whispered in her ear, "That'll be an extra thousand yen added to your debit for making me start the lesson early."

A/N: oh a depressingly short chapter, sorry, but i wanted to end it here. Can you guess who Haruhi's skating teacher is? I might redo this chapter later, seeing as I really don't like it. But unitll next time, Ta!