Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters in this story

A/N: I forgot to mention earlier that this is a spin off of Pride and Prejudice, so I don't want to give credit where it isn't due. XP Special thanks to bleachfan17, Kerrilea, and DevilHeart13 for reviewing the last chapter, it really means a lot. :D

Chapter 2

It was now the Saturday that the Fujiokas were expected at the Netherfield house party, and Misuzu was now more determined than ever to have Tamaki Suoh for one of her daughters.

As they hopped into the lavish limousine that Tamaki had ordered for them, Haruhi waved goodbye to her father, and was the last to get in. They gawked at the extravagance of the vehicle.

Mrs. Fujioka commented, "Does Mr. Suoh honor all his guests with such luxury?"

The driver, knowing very well that her question was rhetorical, answered anyway. "Well, he didn't send anyone else a limo."

Haruhi was unnerved by the attention suddenly given to her by her stepmother, who saw a trophy in her grasps.

When they arrived, they were escorted into the assembly room. The house was very modern in general, with good taste and elegant fixtures. A baby grand piano could be seen sitting in a corner, across from that a chic chaise lounge, and white roses in vases that added a classy feel.

"Wow, this guy is loaded," Sakura observed. As true as this was, it was much too brash a statement to accurately match their surroundings.

"He's the one," Renge whispered in a dream-like state.

"What? Who's the one?" Renge pointed Sakura in the direction of the group entering the room. In it was Tamaki, with his natural, genteel manners, his two sisters, who were very fine looking women, and another man, Kyoya Ootori. Kyoya had dark, handsome features, and wealth that thrice surpassed Tamaki's which easily drew the attention of the ladies and the envy of his fellow men.

"Tamkaki?"

"No, his friend; he's the one I've been dating for all this time, and now here he is, face to face. It's a dream come true!" Renge squealed in delight, snapping out of her trance.

"What is she rambling on about?"

"Her dating sims," Hinata replied, "I forgot his name, but she's been playing with a certain character for months now. The resemblance is uncanny."

"Oh no," Haruhi blushed, prepared for embarrassment as Renge rushed up to greet "her love". She watched the scene as it unfolded in horror. Hinata, on the other hand, was able to view it more calmly.

"Hello my darling," Renge held Kyoya's hands in hers, "You don't know how long I've waited for this moment. And now you're here in the flesh, ready to begin life anew!" She sighed, placing the back of her hand against her forehead as if she were going to faint. Tamaki sweat dropped, though his sisters appeared to be rather amused by the spectacle at hand. Kyoya, on the other hand, gave her a look of utmost disgust that could pierce the heart of the bravest lion. This very coldness on display is what earned him the title of 'The Shadow King'.

Tamaki was at a loss for words, though he made an attempt at breaking the awkward silence that ensued. "Hello there, delicate maiden. And… Ummm… Who might you be?"

Renge seemed taken aback, but regained her love struck countenance. "Why, I'm Ryuzaki's (I forgot what the dude's name was, so let's just go with that) girlfriend of course!"

Haruhi couldn't take it anymore; it just had to end before it became any more painful. "I'm really sorry about this," she apologized, dragging her sister away from the arm she was desperately clinging onto.

"Oh, hey Haruhi! So, this is your sister I presume," he said this as if the past fifteen seconds had not happened.

She nodded, pained to do so. She presently pulled her older sister into the picture. "This is Hinata."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he then took her hand and gently kissed it, Hinata reddening at the contact.

She looked back at Haruhi, who gave her a look that said simply, 'Hey, cute blond guys are your thing. You just needed a little push.' She smiled at her sister reassuringly, leaving to find Mei.

As there was a shortage of dance partners at the assembly, Haruhi sat discussing various topics with Mei for the past hour, from political affairs to the host of the party.

"What do you think of his friend, Kyoya I think his name is?"

Haruhi didn't have to ponder long to answer her question, for Kyoya had a prideful, haughty bearing toward those who he deemed to be inferior to him. (This was pretty much the entire party) "I think that he is too good for his company and above being pleased."

"I know; Mrs. Yasumara sat next to him for a quarter of an hour, and he didn't say a thing. And to think that a fine man like Tamaki could be friends with a person like him! Those two are polar opposites."

Haruhi looked at the man in question. He could still be seen standing aloof from the rest of the festivities. "I'm going to go grab some punch. Would you like some?"

"Sure."

Haruhi was dipping the ladle into the punch bowl when she overheard a conversation between Tamaki and Kyoya.

"Come on Kyoya, you should see yourself, standing here in such an obtuse manner. Why don't you ask someone to dance? I've never seen such a collection of beautiful dames in my life!"

"I believe you've got the only attractive girl in the room."

"Hinata? Yes, she's the most beautiful creature I ever laid my eyes on. But what about her sister, over there by the punch bowl? She's also very attractive, as you can see."

Kyoya looked over, and catching Haruhi's eye for a mere second, he turned back. "She's passable, but not enough to convince me. You better go back to your partner and enjoy her company; you're only wasting your time here with me."

"As you wish," Tamaki sighed, and was off, back to join Hinata in the pleasures of custom's dance.

Haruhi was affronted by Kyoya's slight of her, but made light of the offense and related it jokingly to Mei and all who would listen.