MCD: *facedesk facedesk facedesk FACEDESK*

I. Spoil. You. Guys. Too. Much.

Seriously. SERIOUSLY. RIGHT after I make an update on my profile declaring my hiatus, another- ANOTHER. Review comes in asking me to make this a full-fledged story.

Jegus Rice.

….I love you people too much. YOU BETTER ENJOY THIS BLASPHEMY AGAINST USUK. *table flip*

BLACKSHADOW, YOU TOO!? SERIOUSLY? SERIOUSLY

The next time I see you I will smash pie in your face

I just- I can't

ASDFGHJKL;'

/rant

Anyway, this isn't gonna be too long- possibly 5, maybe 6 chapters. I dunno. However far inspiration takes me.

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Arthur hummed, sipping his tea.

While, yes, he had quite the crush on the foolish Suoh boy, he could only take so much of his incompetence (which he severely hoped was an act) before he needed the relief of intelligent conversation.

Such an outlet appearing in the form of the Host Club's new butler – he outright refused to call such a nice lad a "dog"- , Fujioka-kun.

After being invited (or maybe the more appropriate word was 'forced'?) back to the Host Club week after week, he had become quite fond of the servant/butler that refused to go along with Tamaki's schemes. So new to the business, yet so intelligent already, he chuckled to himself. He found that he and Fujioka-kun shared many similar interests- literature, tea, studying and reading, to name a few. They both were also, possibly, the only two in the school that were not absolutely convinced of Tamaki's infallibility and beauty. Neither were very impressed by the drama that the club's King caused, with the occasion of a few chuckles at his antics here and there. They had worked hard to get into Ouran and they weren't going to waste their time fooling around with other men.

…Not to mention, Arthur admitted to himself, rather embarrassed, that Fujioka-kun was quite… cute for a bloke. And not in the way that many females talked about while fawning over Hunny-sempai.

Fujioka-kun was pale, soft-skinned, with dark eyes and chocolaty-colored hair. His face was framed with the shiny-looking brown. Although he often wore clothes that were, like his, not uniform, and his hair was often messy like his own, and his glasses often out-shone his rather dazzling eyes, making them seem rather dull-

…

Bloody hell, he and Fujioka-kun were more alike than he thought. He flushed, muttered to himself, and adjusted his reading glasses as he read more of Romeo and Juliet while sitting in one of the comfier chairs in the quieter part of the Host Club's meeting room. He was stuck somewhat in the far right corner, away from most of the chatter. He didn't want to waste his money every time he came by buying a host, so he often sat by the large windows, holding some pleasant conversations with Fujioka-kun. That is, if he wasn't being dragged around by Tamaki.

"More tea, Kirkland-san?"

Arthur blinked, looking away from the text and peering over his reading glasses. He smiled politely at Haruhi and nodded, mumbling his thanks. He simply nodded and smiled back, pouring some tea into Arthur's pot, so that he could refill any time he wanted.

"Do you need anything else, Kirkland-san?" Haruhi asked her fellow study-budy, taking a moment to admire the emerald eyes that were rarely seen behind the glare of his glasses. Truly, they were more gorgeous than anyone else's!

"No, that will be all. Thank you, Fujioka-kun. Oh, and if you're ever free from Suoh's endless tasks, you're more than welcome to sit here with me." Arthur said, only somewhat sarcastic, and smiled at his friend. Haruhi smiled and nodded, bowing slightly with the tea tray tucked under her arm.

"Of course, Kirkland-san." And with that, she began to walk away, already planning her break with Arthur, when-

"Oh, wait a moment. There is one thing you can do for me, Fujioka-kun." Haruhi turned sideways to him, tilting her head a bit. Her mess of hair (which could've probably been mistaken for his own, had it been dirty-blonde) fell to the side in the direction her head was tilted, glasses blank in question.

"Please, Fujioka-kun, you can call me Arthur." He smiled, and having taken off his reading glasses to look at her, was amplified to a dazzling degree by his sparkling emerald eyes. She had only caught a glimpse of them before, but now…

The sunlight streamed through the windows in seemingly tangible beams, making the truly golden strands of his hair stand out delightfully. His eyes, not having been restrained by his glasses, twinkled in all of their glory, seemingly glowing. His pale complexion was gently lit up by the afternoon light, small shadows on his face adding definition and realism to the supernatural beauty. His head was tilted ever so slightly in endearment, the rare, real smile on his face completing the picture absolutely perfectly.

Haruhi could feel her breath catch in her throat, her heart beat rise like a drum and her blood pumping like crashing waves. She furiously tried to push down the heat climbing into her cheeks, forcing her brain to work and create a valid response to the friend that was more amazing than any of the hosts.

"O-of course, Ki- Arthur!" she corrected herself, smiling softly. "And you, as well, can call me 'Haruhi'. To be truthful, I didn't much like the formality…" she smiled a tad shyly, feeling like she was blabbering. Arthur only nodded in agreement, his pearly smile fading into the upturned corners of his lips.

"Oooh HARRRUUU-CHAAAAANN!"

And just like that, the moment was ruined, shattered into a thousand pieces by the screeching of a bratty prince.

Arthur flinched at the volume while Haruhi twitched in anger.

Haruhi sent Arthur an apologetic look and he only snorted, pushing his reading glasses back up the bridge of his nose. The soft smile he had held only moments before had all but disappeared as he stared back down at the text of one of his Shakespearian favorites, trying to find the place he'd been at before he was interrupted.

"Well, you shouldn't keep the King waiting, Haruhi. I don't want you to get into any trouble." He said a bit sourly and Haruhi could only nod in agreement, although she cursed Tamaki in her mind.

Stupid, stupid foolish king!

Arthur, meanwhile, sighed and snapped his book shut, choosing to stare out the window after deciding he was too disturbed to concentrate any further. He now remembered why he and Haruhi weren't better friends.

Tamaki.

He felt his upper teeth scrape against his lower set, but only for a moment. He shook his head and looked at the school grounds awaiting him outside.

Haruhi this, Haruhi that. Haruhi was so gentlemanly when he did this, Haruhi was so 'kawaii' doing that. He was so interesting, so unordinary to the richfolk, so popular with the ladies- and especially with Tamaki.

'Haru-chaaaan~ he thought to himself in a mocking tone, glaring at the people that had entered the courtyard, imagining putting them in some sort of pain. 'You'd think he'd have seen a peasant before…'

Snapping back into his mind, he shook his head fervently, messing his hair up even more. He sighed. 'I shouldn't think of Haruhi like that. Honestly, I'm sure he doesn't mean to be the center of Suoh's attention all of the time. It must be the unorthodox way he lives, compared to Tamaki's lifestyle…' he thought, unknowingly staring at Haruhi, who was looking at the Host Club King with the most deadpan expression he'd ever seen.

'…but if that's true, the richer-than-thou thing…'

'…why doesn't he pay attention to me like he does to Haruhi? I'm just like him, after all…'

And that thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Tamaki was not often a jealous person.

…Okay, so maybe that was only half true.

He was only jealous of a few things, and that was 1) Haruhi (but as the Father figure, he had every right to be, because logic!) 2) Arthur (…he blushed. Heavily.) and 3) Arthur and Haruhi's relationship.

'No!' his mind and heart practically screamed, his hands clenching tight on the arms of the plush chair he sat in as annoying women chattered all around him. 'It's not a… an "r" word. It's not!' but the more he looked, the more uncertain he became.

Toes curled in expensive Italian shoes, teeth ground together beneath tightly-sealed lips, and fingers and knuckles turned white with every thought.

Relationship…

Flashing smiles, holding soft conversations.

Relationship.

Sharing looks of kindness, eyes softening.

Relationship?

Laughing softly with each other every chance they got, talking about similar interests over cups of steaming tea…

Relationship?...!

Leaving the Host Club together at the end of the day, chatting as they went, making references that only they understood…

Relationship!

RELATIONSHIP!?

Tamaki's heart bottomed into his stomach, a feeling of despair casting visibly over his head. He slunk low into his seat, eyes widening and pupils shrinking in fear.

It was true. It was obvious, so completely obvious…! How could he have not seen it sooner!

He felt like burying his face in his hands, hiding the real tears that he feared may actually prick his violet eyes. His throat clogged up, his mouth dried, body going limp.

It couldn't be true.

It could not possibly be true!

Ignoring his quests' inquiring stares, he turned around in his seat and peered over the top of it, staring intently at Arthur, who had chosen to sit in the corner yet again.

…

He slid back down into his seat, eyes wide and shocked. He let his forehead hit the cushion with a soft thump, not even caring about the somewhat alarmed guests.

They were right there. Together. Again.

So… so it was true?

Tamaki, not sure why he was choosing to hurt himself so much today, peered weakly back over the seat, staring intently.

He needed a sign… something to show that it really was true, that he really wasn't making this up…

Suddenly, Tamaki was hit with a familiar bout of butterflies when Arthur took his glasses, off, smiling at Haruhi. The sun must like Arthur very much, because it took that moment to shine its somewhat orange light through the window and straight at his maybe-more-than-a-crush, and… holy hell. He could only imagine what Arthur looked like up close.

Haruhi would know.

His euphoria crashed and burned, all hope smashed viciously against his ribcage.

It was true.

It had to be.

Arthur didn't give that heavenly, god-would-be-jealous-of-this-face look to just anyone, especially not after only a few weeks. He would know. Arthur had barely given him a smile, and that was when he was laughing at his antics.

He… he… he had to do something. It didn't matter what.

Anything.

Anything to stop this nightmare.

Taking a second to face his confused and scared guests with a plastered smile, he grinned childishly.

"Oh? Are we out of tea and sweets already? Just a moment ladies, I was just looking around for the club dog." He blurted out with more venom toward his servant than he ever would, had he been in his right mind. He didn't even wait for the guests' nods of approval before whipping back around and cupping his hands to his mouth.

"Oooh HARRRUUU-CHAAAAANN!"

Haruhi arrived at her boss' side, staring at him irately.

"What do you need, oh King?" Haruhi gritted her teeth and smiled as politely as she could muster. Tamaki just smiled.

"Oh, can you bring the ladies and I some snacks and tea? It seems as if we're out." He smiled innocently.

"…Sempai… you still have plenty…" Haruhi pointed out, a sweat drop running down the back of her head. Tamaki only blinked.

"Still, it would be nice if we stocked up a bit, isn't that right ladies? I mean, we're going to be here for a while," at that, Tamaki turned back to the ladies at his table, winking. They only twittered in excitement, blushing and forgetting all earlier worries.

'It's actually because you're all skinny twittering, underfed peacocks who care about appearances. Get some meat on your bones and maybe I wouldn't have to act like Prince Charming all the time.' Of course, he would usually never, ever think such horrid things about guests, but he was in a particularly nasty mood at the moment, and his mind was the only reprieve for the rest of the day's sessions.

By the time Haruhi returned with snacks and such, Tamaki had already formulated a plan in his mind.

When Haruhi leaned past his seat to set the things on the coffee table, he whispered ever so softly, "Meet me after Club hours end outside the doors." Haruhi blinked and pulled back, a bit startled, but nodded minutely and left.

After what seemed like forever, Tamaki was standing outside the doors of the Host Club with a very confused and concerned Haruhi.

"Sempai-"

"Come, Haruhi, walk with me." Tamaki invited, if not a bit coldly, and off they went.

They traveled down a few hallways, into a wing of the school that Haruhi wasn't sure she'd been in before, when Tamaki turned around and stopped her.

"What is your relationship with the boy named Arthur Kirkland!?"

…

Silence.

"…Excuse me?" Haruhi asked, being unnaturally dull for a moment. Tamaki only seemed to grow flustered.

"I said, w-what is your relationship with the boy named Arthur Kirkland that comes to the club every day? I see you two together a-all the time… are you… b-boyfriend and girlfriend or something?" The King's voice seemed to become meeker and meeker during his inquiry and Haruhi somehow managed to connect the dots. She didn't get into Ouran for being stupid, you know.

"…Sempai… Arthur and I are not in any sort of relationship besides being friends. We haven't even known each other that long… I can't believe you'd think that I would hook up with someone so quick-" she deadpanned, staring at him while he only grew more flustered than before, but there was obvious relief in his eyes.

"N-no! I didn't mean it l-like that, Haru-chan! Hahaha, I was just m-making sure that British boy wasn't- ahahahaha!" he laughed awkwardly, sweat lines running rampant down the back of his head.

"Sempai, do yourself a favor and shut up. I'm not as dense as you think I may be. I can see the way you look at him." Haruhi simply rolled her eyes. Tamaki's face was multiple shades of red by now.

"Well if that's all, I have to go- I'm buying the groceries tonight for dinner." Haruhi explained and walked away, stopping just before the corner of the hallway with her hand on the wall.

"Oh, and if it's any consolation, he visits the Host Club everyday to see you, not me." Haruhi gave a small smile at the dumbfounded look on her boss's face. "I mean, think; it's not a good place to study, 'cause it's not that quiet, and if he wanted to talk to me so badly, he could just wait until Host ours are over. So don't freak out so much next time, stupid." She hummed and left, leaving one particular blonde boy with a renewed resolve.

Operation Split Haruhi and Arthur-chan up, accomplished...?

Operation Get Arthur to Fall in Love with You …incomplete~!

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MCD: My dearest god what have I done.

*collapses into bed* I hope you guys like it! Oh, and I don't know if all of the chapters will be this length, so blah!