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HEY ALL! This is my first story, and I hope that this will be alright. Please enjoy, review as you please. Try not to flame too much :)

Suggestions appreciated, and love to you all~

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ouran, and probably never will. The plot is mine, as well as any OC's that I may use in the future. Use my plot without permission, and I predict that ninjas will attack you soon.

It was a cold day at the Ouran High School Host Club.

Naturally, Tamaki Suoh, the notorious 'king' and president of the host club was fooling around like a psycho, yelling something about 'commoners kotatsu' and 'down comforters for my daughter!'

Said 'daughter', Haruhi Fujioka, was being glomped on both sides by the devilish Hitachiin twins, Kaoru and Hikaru. She had a rather disgruntled look on her face as the twins snuggled up against her.

"Haruhi, why don't you hang out with us after the club? It would be fun," Kaoru suggested as he pinched her cheek.

"Yeah, Haruhi, our mom would love you to come and model her winter line. She's trying to make things that are attractive on both guys and girls, so I figure you should be the perfect one to model it!" Hikaru agreed as he pulled Haruhi away from Kaoru into a tight embrace.

"Go away Kaoru, Hikaru..." she mumbled as Hikaru squeezed her.

Not ten seconds had passed after she said that when Tamaki hurled himself at Hikaru and started shaking him violently.

"How dare you molest your sister like that! Mommy! Help me out here!" Tamaki rambled. He then turned to Haruhi. "Oh, my precious daughter, did Hikaru do anything dishonorable to you? Daddy will punish him. And so will mommy," Tamaki said as he knelt down and gave Haruhi his sparkling-puppy-eyed look with his violet eyes.

"Excuse me, Tamaki, but since when did I agree to help you with your ridiculous escapades?" Kyoya Ohtori, the club's 'Shadow King,' 'mother,' and vice president inquired as he wrote something down in that mysterious black notebook he had lying around.

"BUT KYOOOOOOYAAAA! YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD, YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!" Tamaki was almost a sniveling wreck as he knelt down by Kyoya's chair and gripped his leg. Tamaki was literally starting to cry, and Kyoya's expensive uniform pants began to get stained with tears and a bit of snot.

"Tamaki, I will be billing you for the cleaning of these pants. Now get up and get ready for your customers. I don't want to have to give you a debt too," Kyoya stated calmly as he lightly kicked Tamaki away and pushed up his glasses. The light glinted off the lenses, giving him a slightly malicious look. "We wouldn't want anything bad to happen to our precious king, now would we?"

Tamaki shook his blonde hair and straightened his clothes as he stood up. "Was that a threat, Kyoya?" he asked as he shot a slight glare in the Shadow King's direction.

"No, of course not Tamaki. The Host Club would be defunct without you, so we obviously cannot have you getting harmed, correct?" Kyoya shut his laptop, stood up, and walked to the changing room. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must change my pants."

"Well boss, looks like you really screwed up this time," Hikaru said as he poked Tamaki in the ribs.

"Tama-chan, you've really gotten Kyo-chan mad now!" Mitsukuni 'Hunny' Haninozuka, the resident shotaboy said as he inhaled a slice of strawberry shortcake.

"Yeah," Hunny's tall, mostly silent cousin Takashi 'Mori' Morinozuka agreed as he wiped some whipped cream off the blonde's cheek.

Tamaki retreated to his emo corner, mushroom colony already flourishing. "Mommy doesn't love me anymore..." he muttered over and over while crouched over, squeezing his plush bear, and prodding his mushrooms.

"Hunny, you have whipped cream all over your shirt now," Kaoru noted as he picked up a cookie and nibbled on the edge.

"I'll go get him a new one..." Haruhi said as she walked off to the changing room.

"Wait no Kyo—" Hikaru started. The door shut. "Ya's in there..." he finished lamely.

"That damn Tamaki..." Kyoya grumbled as he took off his pants in the club changing room. Clad in an unbuttoned collared shirt and a pair of navy boxers, he walked over to the closet where they kept the spare uniforms.

Click.

Kyoya turned to face the noise as the door opened, and Haruhi began to walk in. Haruhi froze, an expression of shock on her face. She jerked her head back out and slammed the door shut.

She sank against the wall, hunched over. She had just seen Kyoya. In his boxers. With his shirt hanging open.

She realized that most girls would die to be in her position, but she just wanted to curl up in a hole and die... Kyoya would never let her get away with this, he would probably skyrocket her debt from 8,000,000 yen into 8,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 yen... and he would never let her pay it off anyways. She would probably have to be his servant for life...

Haruhi slowly walked back to the club room, and joined Tamaki in his emo corner.

"Haruhi... what are you doing here?" Tamaki asked as he poked his mushrooms.

"Kyoya-senpai's gonna kill me..." she replied as she prodded another mushroom.

Tamaki sprung up. "I WILL PROTECT YOU FROM THE SHADOW KING! DADDY CAN'T LET HIS DAUGHTER GET HURT!" He hugged Haruhi and swung her around.

"Get off me, senpai..." she mumbled listlessly as he twirled her in the air.

"What was this about protecting Haruhi from me?" Kyoya asked as he came in through the door.

Tamaki set Haruhi down on a sofa, next to Mori. "Mori-senpai, protect her, ok?" he told Mori. He then turned to Kyoya. "Haruhi said you were going to kill her! We can't have that!" Tamaki told Kyoya.

"Why would I have a need to kill her? Then she won't be able to pay off her debt. I most certainly can't have that happening," Kyoya said as he pushed up his glasses. "And we will be in a significant amount of debt if you insist on getting 50 kotatsu and down comforters."

"But... but... Haruhi said..."

"Tamaki, I recommend you stop blathering and open the doors. If our profits go down because of your idiocy, I will make you pay the deficit out of your own pocket... times five." Kyoya glared at Tamaki.

Tamaki visibly shuddered. The black aura of the Shadow King was a force to be reckoned with. It seemed especially dark today.

"Haruhi, come with me. We have some... things to discuss," Kyoya said to Haruhi.

Haruhi gulped. Oh shit... oh shit... oh shit... he's gonna kill me... or increase my debt by a million... or...

She continued thinking worriedly as she followed Kyoya into another empty room. He turned around and faced her, an incomprehensible expression on his face. This worried Haruhi even more, as she couldn't tell if he was mad at her or not.

"I suppose you're wondering why I asked you to come with me," Kyoya said as he pushed up his glasses.

"Erm... yeah, I am, senpai..." Haruhi mumbled as she looked down at the floor.

She didn't see Kyoya walk up so that he was right in front of her. He reached down and lifted up her chin with his index finger, so her brown eyes met his grey.

"It's rude to mumble and look down when others are speaking to you. Didn't you know? Or do commoners just have no manners?" Kyoya asked as he looked right into her eyes.

Haruhi suppressed a shiver. His eyes... She had never seen them like this before. Instead of the usual dark pools of grey-black that they usually were, it seemed like they were... blazing would only be the right word for them. They burned with some kind of inhuman force as his eyes pierced into Haruhi's own gaze.

"I'm... sorry... senpai..." she said. His gaze made her mildly uncomfortable, and she looked away.

Kyoya took a hold of her face again. "Don't break eye contact."

"Senpai, what are you doing? This isn't like you."

Kyoya released Haruhi's face and sat down on a chair. He motioned for Haruhi to join him. She walked over hesitantly, unsure of what was going on.

"Haruhi... what were you doing in the dressing room?" he asked.

"I was getting a new shirt for Hunny-senpai... he'd gotten whipped cream on it..."

Kyoya sighed. "Why were you in such a hurry to leave?"

Haruhi fidgeted, not knowing how to answer. "Because... you were in there..." she mumbled.

"What have I told you about mumbling? I thought you were smart."

"Shut up senpai, if you just brought me here to ask me random questions and try and criticize my ettiquette, I'm leaving." She stood up and started to walk towards the door.

Kyoya grabbed her arm on impulse. "I apologize, Haruhi..." he said. "The main thing is... well..." he began.

Haruhi's eyes widened slightly. The Shadow King, at a loss for words? The twins would have a field day if they found out...

"I... don't understand, senpai."

"I... didn't want you to leave..."

Haruhi's jaw (metaphorically) dropped to the floor. WHAT THE HELL?

"See, Haruhi... the truth is... I love you. I have since you walked through the door 358 days ago. Even when you look like a guy. Even when you're hosting other girls. I love you, Haruhi Fujioka, and I will until the day I die. I love you more than money, more than my father's business, more than my own life."

Kyoya's eyes were burning into her own with a passion tenfold of that before. She felt something inside her heart. It felt like her heart was beating too fast and it was going to beat out of her chest. She felt a little lightheaded. He leaned in and...