Well, I pre-wrote the first four chapters of this story, just in case school gets tough again. If it does bear down on me like last semester, I'm not going to have nearly enough time to write many new chapters, let alone make it an enjoyable fic, so I had back-up chappies.

I already have one story on hiatus, due to writer's block, and one ongoing fic at the moment. (August of 2013) So, that's a bit of work-time that I can't put towards this story. I thought I'd grab a head-start.

-D.O.C

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Haruhi looked at her table of guests, cocking her head slightly and giving her, "natural" smile.

The three girls in front of her blushed brightly and started stammering.

"Ladies, it's been a real treat to see you, again, but I have to go, now."

Groans of anguish rang in her ears as she stood from the small table, catching her, "manager's" eyes.

A single nod was sent her way by Kyoya as he jotted something down on his clipboard, no doubt adding onto her debt because she was skipping her last appointment of the day, which had been scheduled after her meeting with the prior feminine trio.

Haruhi sighed, divesting herself of her constricting blazer, dreamy sighs trailing after her form, which was clad in only a loose, white dress shirt and tie.

'You'd think they'd catch on by now.' She rolled her eyes, walking into the Host Club's pantry, which held a stove, a sink, and a series of cupboards for cake, tea, and, "peasant" coffee.

It also housed an icebox for freshly-delivered fancy sandwiches for tea, and sushi, for when girls scheduled lunch dates with the hosts.

She opened one of the un-used cabinets and grabbed her bag, turning around and jumping a foot in the air.

"Jeez, Mori-senpai! You scared me!"

The tallest host's lips curled into a tiny smile, and he dug through one of the many cupboards, extracting a paper bag of Oolong tea leaves.

"So how's your appointment going?" Haruhi asked, walking out with him and ignoring the fierce whispers of yaoi, and boy-love.

'Can't I talk with a friend and not be compared to a manga character?' She sighed silently.

"Tea." Mori spoke in his simple way.

"Ugh. They guzzle that stuff like there's no tomorrow." She replied quietly, laughing at the fellow host's slight smirk.

She leaned comfortably against the back of Mori and Honey's couch, watching as the teen let more tea steep in the pot, ignoring the loud chatter of his cousin and their guests.

"So, Haruhi-senpai, how has your week been?" One of the girls tried to pull her into the conversation.

"Good enough." She said politely, checking the clock. She had to be out in five minutes to get home in time.

"Mori-senpai, how's you're week going?" Another guest chimed in.

The boy's reaction was quite shocking, actually.

Haruhi had expected him to reply with his usual, "Fine."

Instead, his shoulders stiffened and he glared harshly at the girl, who shrank back in surprise.

"It has been extremely stressful." The handful of words was a lot- more than his guests had every heard him say at one time.

Before the group could start, "Aww-ing" and trying to comfort their silent prince, Mori stood and strode toward the pantry.

Haruhi raised her brows at this behavior, but a flash caught her eye. Kyoya's glasses.

The host looked quite furious. A elegant hand swept to the pantry's door, and the raven-haired boy pointed.

'It's not like it was my fault!' She groused, following her tall friend, nonetheless.

She found him leaning against the sink, a bottle of water in one hand.

"So... What was that about?"

She didn't expect him to answer, but he did.

"Betrothal."

Haruhi gaped. She honestly didn't see Mori as the, "romantic" type, though he was part of the Host Club.

She could hardly imagine him having a crush, let alone marrying a woman!

"Yo-You're getting married?!" She cleared her throat. "Um... Wow."

Mori's mouth drooped with a frown. "Father sent Satoshi to judge my... type, yesterday. He has made a decision."

Haruhi nodded, leaning next to him. "That must be tough." Her sweet nature was comforting, he had to admit.

"He contacted the father of my... fiancee last night. The girl is to be notified today."

"On such short notice?!" The female host bristled. "Are they all crazy? What about how you feel? How the girl feels?" She paid no attention to how unusually talkative her friend was.

Mori simply shook his head, taking a swig of water. "It isn't about feelings. This is supposedly a good financial bond."

"How dare they?!" Haruhi raved, "Marriage shouldn't be about monetary gain! It's supposed to be about love!"

The boy shrugged, tossing the near-full bottle in the sink, where it splattered their backs.

Walking away, he casually waved. "Don't worry about it."

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Haruhi ran up the stairs, 'I'm so late! Dad told me to be home fifteen minutes ago!'

Bursting through her apartment's door, her eyes widened.

Her father was dressed in men's clothing, and was seated across the table from a tall, imposing man.

"Um, hi, dad..." She trailed off.

"Uh... Hello, Haruhi!" Her father's voice climbed an octave.

She carefully placed her bag down, as if afraid of scaring the two men off. "You wanted to tell me something important?"

The male across from her sire cleared his throat. "Hello, Ms. Fujioka. I am Akira Morinozuka, Takashi's father."

She deflated. It must have been something about the Host Club. "Hi."

Ranka spoke up, unknowingly using his alternate feminine voice. "Darling, you know I love you, and I only want what's best for you..."

Akira chimed in. "This would be good for all of us, actually. It would be a fantastic thing!"

Haruhi frowned, confused. "What?"

"Take a seat, honey." Her father cooed, eyes darting around, resting on anything but her own.

She complied, raising a brow.

The Morinozuka smiled tightly. "Your father and I have made a decision... and it would be wonderful if you would reach an agreement, as well."

'Wait...' Haruhi's eyes narrowed.

"Well, baby... I thought that since you're fifteen... it would be great to give you a taste of tradition!" Ranka coughed, once again, avoiding her gaze.

"Dad, what's this about...?" A cold sweat broke out on the back of her neck. 'Oh no... no, no, no...'

Akira took over, uncomfortable smile still stretching his lips, "We have agreed that... a marriage between yourself and Takashi would be very beneficial for both of our families."

'I'm worrying about it, Mori-senpai!'

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Oh hot daaaaaammmmnnnn.

-D.O.C