(First and Last) Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. I do wish I did though! Here you go!

"Ms. Fujioka, that was quite a stunt you pulled out there." An icy, husked voice interrupted her from packing her things. She wasn't quite bothered. She continued packing just as the voice continued echoing in the room. "Firstly, you were practically slapping a well-known business man with honest dagger-typed remarks. Second, saving Tamaki-san from coming into what many had known as the 'Tonnerre dead end'. Third, you had attracted the aforementioned man along with his friendly rival to slip you a marriage option. What more could I expect?"

"It's not what you think it is." Haruhi turned. "It would be an intriguing notion to you as a very well-known man. I assure you that I could have taken the words before into a friendly manner but I most definitely did not regret what I had laid in front of you." The man pushed his body off the door frame of the Music Room 3 to sit in the couch across from where Haruhi has been standing. He took the words Haruhi said in a manner he could have snapped, or more so over reacted. Haruhi was different. She was blunt but a pleasure, knowing none can mix both manners.

"Tell me, Fujioka, what's the notion?"

"A better enlightenment." She said bluntly. Yes, she was right. All those were all intriguing idea to enlighten the man in front of her. Not that she can't be nice but bluntness was surely the best wait for her to go with.

The man was shocked but did not show it. He knew better than to keep his mask down.

"If you don't mind so, Fujioka," the man started. Haruhi, who had returned to her belongings, quickly turned to her unwanted company. Her movements were so fast, her hair forgetten to be safely clipped with hair pins, that her boy wig had fell from her head.

"Fujioka?"

Knowing her hair had grown back and her act today was now revealing quite of her feminism, she stopped dead on her tracks.

"Renge…"

"Fujioka has no debt anymore, Renge. Stop the act, Haru-san" Éclair came to the view.

'Is Ouran Fair holding something against me?" Haruhi thought as she finds herself in more complication.

"Inwardly, I had hoped for your agreement on my plans. But as though your life hangs on many lose ends, I might just wait for you to drop everything and decide my preposition first. It does conflict your past and mine." The cocky man smirked at her. Though she had not realized it, he had moved his self to the window for an easy access of escape ground. The dark side didn't help Haruhi questionable position as the moon decided to shine on her and keep the surrounding dark.

"Dang." She muttered. "I hate you."

"Haruhi! Are you okay? You left quite a night there!" Honey senpai's honey-coated voice echoed in the hallway to the room.

"E-Éclair!" Tamaki, as Haruhi would assume, had shouted.

"Relax, Tamaki. I'm not here for you… yet. I only finished a mission regarding Miss Fujioka. I will be expecting some more events from the Host Club." Éclair had smirked, but in no competence regarding the evilness mixing with haughtiness to a certain man in her mind.

"Well then, I planned your dramatic exit long before when you had wanted Tamaki to run away with you. But you came and fix some… misunderstandings. I do hope you did not want me to create a much disappointing exit as to earlier, don't you?" Haruhi had so much chose her words into host etiquette but added with spice she had unconsciously showed.

Éclair stuck her nose up and left the room, trying to tempt Tamaki to change his mind of leaving her.

"Haruhi, we were so worried." Tamaki cried. "My daughter is so unaffected by this events! I'm so proud."

"I wouldn't say I'm not affected. It's as though I don't think of this so much. It doesn't bother me and it shouldn't bother you." Haruhi snapped at her senpai.

"Haruhi…" Both Renge and Honey murmured.

Haruhi slid the strap of her bag to her shoulder and bowed to her seniors and Renge. She shoots Renge an apologetic smile and assurance of their friendship which Renge had understandingly accepted. Renge knew only half of what Haruhi might have been feeling. She knew not to intrude and as well as where she would stop. Renge sighed and waved a goodbye to Haruhi as she took her leave. Haruhi released a breath she held for so long and hugged Honey as though he was a few inches shorter.

"Haruhi…" Honey muttered again, but this time he shoved something to Haruhi before he ran out to find Mori.

"Hum." She sighed and opened the letter.

To: Haruhi Fujioka

From: Mitskuni Haninozuka and Takashi Morinozuka

You are invited to Kariuzawa Resort at Friday.

Host Club members are required to go with no supervision. Waiver is at the back of this invitation!

"No supervision?" Too tired of today's event, Haruhi waved it off as she walks out of the room and continued to her house.

She eventually plopped down her commoner's bed and sleep, only to find a certain face haunting her dream land.

"I don't see the benefit." she sighed loudly.

"You are such a cunning, rich, bastard… Kyoya senpai."

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Author's Note: Confusing? Explain is here: a man talked to Haruhi (not named) then her wig came off since she did grew it out.
*pretend*pretend* then renge saw her in girl form (She never knew, right? Well in this story she didn't until this) then eclair was being eclair. the man ran out before someone see him from the dark. Honey and Tamaki looked for Haruhi. Honey was sorry for what Haruhi has been through the day so he invited her to the beach long before and just gave her the invitation. Haruhi went home to contemplate... and see nothing out of it. Then turns out kyoya was the guy from earlier. XD