Why isn't anybody reviewing?

-Freaks out-

Ah well, whatever. Oh yes, hello everybody!

Our first pairing chapter is up, and this is for Tamaki Suoh.

So, TamaHaru fans, are you ready?

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Haruhi slipped in-between the crowd of students. Females were dressed in silk and satin dresses, complimented with jeweled masques and ravishing jewelry. Males were dressed in their Victorian outfits, silken jackets and dress pants, their daggers and belts carefully placed.

This was a time for people to confess their feelings for one another without revealing their identities. At the end of the masquerade, everybody would take off their masques and reveal their true identity to one another.

Haruhi glanced around the ballroom, looking for Suoh Tamaki; her true love. Her heart was sure that he was her soul mate, the date she met him in the host club. Although he had hit her over the head and called her and idiot, her heart rate had increased considerably. Every day he taunted her by flirting with his clients. Of course, this was his job, but Haruhi felt a wretched twinge of jealous each time he would promise his heart to a young maiden, a saddened urge to cry when he said "I love you."

Haruhi glanced around the ballroom once more. She caught a few young men from the second form staring at her shyly. She blushed and turned away, she wasn't used to this male attention yet. She looked towards the back of the ball and spotted Sachie-san, flirting with a very familiar face. Wait, was that Nekozawa? Haruhi blinked. It was! He didn't have his cloak on, but instead had a very handsome white outfit on. He still had his black wig on; he must've felt he had to wear it to stay composed. Nekozawa lifted a hand and lifted Sachie's chin up to his face, and tenderly planted a soft kiss on her lips. Haruhi sighed enviously.

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She spotted him in the center of the ballroom, surrounded by his clients. There he was. Tamaki Suoh.

Haruhi drew in a deep breath, and headed towards the swarm of fangirls.

"Milady, you look beautiful!" Tamaki complimented.

"It's like a dream, being here with you." The blushing fangirl had replied.

"But, it is not a dream, milady. But, I hope to return in your dreams tonight…" Tamaki slurred seductively. He took her hand and kissed in gently, which triggered a wave of coos throughout his posse.

Haruhi felt a strong urge of envy. She pushed her way through the crowd of girls, so she was standing before Tamaki.

"Ah, what have we here? What is your name, my blossom?" Tamaki took her slender hand with his and bowed.

Crap, he wants to know who I am! Panicked Haruhi. "I c-can't tell you now, you'll have to w-wait till the end of the night."

"Oh great, here's another newbies. She's probably going to go on stuttering for another hour." Whispered one of the other girls in the crowd. Haruhi bit her lip nervously, and peered up at Tamaki. He must've heard the crude comment, because he had a look of distaste on his face.

Haruhi blushed and began to walk away. She looked up at the orchestra, who began to play a soft, romantic melody. As couples paired up, the ballroom slowly began to fill up with swaying bodies, the tension to find a dance partner getting stronger.

"Dance with me Tamaki senpai!"

"No, please dance with me, my dearest prince!"

Girls moved in on Tamaki, pushing Haruhi out of the way.

So much for confessing my love. I might as well go home now. A depressed Haruhi slinked away from all the madness.

"Come here, my princess. I wish for you to dance with me." Tamaki grabbed her soft, slender, gloved hand before she could escape.

She turned to look at him, ignoring the protests of the jealous fangirls behind her.

"Please? I would be the happiest man on earth, if you would just take my hand." Tamaki bowed, bestowing a hand out to her.

Haruhi blushed a darker shade of pink, and took his hand. He smiled, and guided her towards the dance floor.

She placed a hand around his shoulder, as he placed a hand on her slender waist.

"I must say, that dress is most fitting for you. I don't think I have seen you before. Are you one of my usual clients?" Asked Tamaki, with a curious tone. As their bodies swayed gently, Haruhi let out a sigh of relief. Yes! He hasn't figured out my identity yet.

"Why do you ask?" Haruhi's large, innocent crystal eyes met his. Surprisingly enough, Tamaki found himself blushing. She was unlike any girl he had met so far, except for Haruhi. He had always harbored a tender love for Haruhi, but this girl was different. She looked so—innocent, so fragile! That face blinked back at him, waiting for an answer.

"Well, you're unlike any of my other clients. They usually fight over me, unlike you. You just walked away, defeated so easily. I must say; I'm intrigued." Tamaki Suoh pulled the mysterious girl closer to him. Her form was so elegant, so tantalizing. He watched a smile creep across her face.

"You could say that I'm…intrigued by you too Tamaki." Tamaki looked surprised. "I know, I'm usually so shy, it's hard for me to confess my feelings. But I've held feelings for you for quite a long time." The girl glanced to the side. "I mean, you're so popular and all, it's hard to get your attention." She nervously laid her head against his chest, and closed her eyes. She felt his body tense up, and then relax.

She felt his heart pounding against his chest. She laughed. "Your heart is beating so fast…" She trailed off.

"It's only because you're giving me that sensation of adrenalin. The blood pulsing through my veins are starting to yearn for you, milady. What shall I do?"

The soft, haunting, romantic melody was coming to an end. Haruhi let go of her grasp to Tamaki and stood before him.

"If you really think of what you say to me, you'll find me." She placed a finger to his lips, and turned away, dissolving into the crowd.

As the night progressed, as many girls that Tamaki danced with, only one stuck out in his mind: the elegant, innocent brunette.

"I will pursue you. I will show you those words I spoke earlier were true." Tamaki whispered, his vow for the night.

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After running away from Tamaki, she lingered by the staircase. She felt her face warm up considerably. A newfound rush of adrenaline was pulsing through her blood. She had been so daring! Well, in her standards, she felt like she had been daring. This was the first time she had expressed her love for Tamaki. It felt good.

She watched dancing lovers sway before her. She scanned the dance floor, but could not spot Tamaki. She climbed the staircase that led to the second floor, which was dimly candlelit. She glided across the floor, her white heels clinking against polished marble. She was now in the main part of the second floor, and had a clear view of the dance floor. She searched the dance floor for Tamaki, but could not spot him.

"What if he left?" Haruhi whispered, bringing a hand up to her lips. "He probably did. Those words he spoke earlier were too good to be true. He must've said them to hundreds of girls before me." Tears slowly began to well up in Fujioka's eyes. "How could I have been so stupid?"

"On the contrary."

Haruhi whipped her head around, a fat tear rolling down her face.

"T-Tamaki?" Oh great, now I sound like one of his fangirls.

"Tears don't look good on pretty girls, you know." He leaned towards her, wiping the tear off of her face with his gloved finger.

"B-but how did you know where to find me?" Haruhi asked, curiously. She had stayed out of sight a majority of the night. "Were you stalking me?" She added playfully. The tears had dried up, and once more those crystal eyes were shining up at him.

"It's hard not to miss such a pretty face." He took a lock of her dark, glossy hair and held it up to his lips. "You told me to pursue you, and so I did."

Haruhi blushed. "Please, come back with me to the dance floor?" He proposed tenderly. Haruhi took a step backwards.

"No, that's alright." WHAT ARE YOU DOING? You fool, this is a chance of a lifetime. Her conscience screamed at her.

He cocked his head to the side. "What's wrong? Are you feeling okay?"

"No, no, it's not that. I guess I just don't feel comfortable amongst your fangirls…?" Haruhi smiled weakly.

"Oh, I can tell, you're a shy one." Tamaki approached her and leaned forward. Haruhi's face was turning a bright shade of red and she closed her eyes. Tamaki wrapped his arms around her waist again, and pushed her up against the wall. Haruhi's heart was beating harder than ever. He leaned over and planted a gently, supple kiss on her full lips. She kissed him back, wrapping her hands around his neck.

He pushed a little harder, his tongue begging for entrance to her mouth. This was all new to her, so she opened her mouth to him. She felt his tongue enter her mouth, exploring every crevice. She shyly moved her body away, but he just persisted. He moved closer to her.

It was her time now. She gently pushed her tongue to his entrance, asking for permission, and he gladly let her. She tenderly licked his lower lip, and then explored him mouth. It was such a new sensation for her, and she felt a spasm of happiness surge through her body.

After a few more minutes of intimacy, they broke apart. Tamaki wiped his forehead.

"Wow, you're amazing. I'm guessing you've had practice?"

"Uhhhh…actually I've…" Tamaki didn't catch the last words.

"I'm sorry, my cherry blossom, I didn't catch that."

"I-I've never kissed anyone before." Haruhi blushed.

Tamaki blinked, surprised. If she had never kissed anybody before, then what had made that kiss so amazing? If it wasn't practice, then what was it? Passion? The leader of the Host Club blinked.

He glanced up at the mysterious girl, who was yet again at the edge of the balcony, peering over at the dance floor.

The lights dimmed, sending a ripple of squeals and laughter through the crowd below.

Kyoya stepped up on the stage beside the orchestra.

"Thank you all for attending our Moonlight Masquerade!" Cheers rippled through the crowd again. "Unfortunately, this night has come to an end." Disappointed complaints and protests sounded through the crowd.

"But, do not worry! It's now the time that we've been waiting for! Everybody, please remove your masques!

The tension in the room could have been cut with a knife: it was so thick. As masques dropped to the floor, sounds of laughter, shock, sadness and a mélange of other expressions were heard.

Tamaki fumbled with the ribbon that held his masque to his face, and untied it. The studded white masque dropped to the floor.

"Did I surprise you?" He asked mischievously.

She crossed her arms in a mocking manner. "Would I confess my love to a complete stranger? Did your fangirls not know who you were?"

He laughed. "So, are you going to show me who you are?"

She sighed. "Well, I supposed you'd need to know, sooner or later."

She turned her back to him and untied the white ribbon. She let it drop the to ground. Tamaki Suoh took her shoulder, and turned the girl towards him.

"H-Haruhi?" He said, obviously surprised.

She smiled weakly. "Y-yeah." Looking at his expression, she turned away, once again. "Auh, I knew this was a bad idea. I never should had come…" She dashed towards the stairs.

Tamaki grabbed her hand, and before she could resist, he yanked her towards him.

"Oh no, I'm not letting you go." He ran his fingers through her hair. "It was fate."

Haruhi was shaking with happiness. Maybe it was fate.

Tamaki embraced her.

"Remember that time at Nekozawa's mansion? During the summer?"

Haruhi nodded.

"Remember when I said, 'I won't take my eyes off you.'?"

Haruhi nodded again, her chest constricting.

"Well, I never did, and I don't think I ever will."

Haruhi buried her face into his costume.

He once again lifted her chin; his eyes met hers, and then they kissed.

A kiss so passionate, the most intimate of lovers would be jealous.

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Haha, there's your TamaHaru one-shot! I hope your guys enjoyed it!

I wasn't sure of how Tamaki would have met Haruhi, but it worked out.

I'm tired. It's late now.

-Yawn-

Next one-shot will be for Kyoya and Haruhi.

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