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The doorbell rang at precisely 6 AM. Haruhi knew because the familiar tune had jolted her awake from her dreams. Her eyes flickered open and rested on red digits displayed on her alarm clock: 6:00 AM. She groaned and rolled onto her back so that she was facing the ceiling. Who could be at the door so early in the morning? Groggily rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she went to answer the mysterious visitor, her brain slowly began to function.

And it could only register one thing: That crazy Host Club.

As if struck by lightning she buzzed about the small apartment, putting away things that might draw attention: the remnants of last night's dinner, her father's fashion magazines, and the clothes she had lazily thrown onto the bathroom floor, only because she was exhausted at the time, and wanted to get to bed as soon as possible.

The warm, comfortable bed.

But her comfort was stripped away in the instant that the cursed doorbell rang. She wasted no more time fussing about the house, and proceeded to open the door. Whoever was outside was very impatient, for the familiar jingle had played several times, quite loudly. If this continued, Ranka would wake up. And no one wanted to see Ranka with his unshaven stubble, drowsy eyes, and obvious intolerance for anything. Some girls (and, er...guys) needed their beauty sleep. Ranka was one of them.

"What is it now?" she sighed in a very exasperated and tired manner when she saw who was on the other side of the door.

Tamaki had stopped pressing the doorbell as he looked at Haruhi with a very pleased expression on his face. "Haruhi! Look! This is truly amazing! It plays a tune every time I press this little button!"

The twins shoved him aside, and he fell face-flat on the asphalt. "Oi, Haruhi," they said, "Make us breakfast. We're hungry."

Haruhi was thoroughly annoyed. "You come to my house during early in the morning and expect me to cook for you just because you say so?!"

"But we woke up so early," complained Kaoru,

"So we're near starving," Hikaru whined.

"The least you could do is give us one of your home cooked meals." they argued, sitting themselves casually at the dining table.

The words home cooked meals got the attention of the other Host Club members. They all took their seats next to the twins.

"Oi, Haruhi!" called Tamaki and the twins expectantly, "Hurry and get started now! We're really hungry."

Hunny waved his chopsticks in air with glee. "Can we have cake, Haru-chan?"

(Hunny can eat cake with chopsticks?!)

Mori held up a fork. Everyone stared at him, waiting for him to speak.

"Western food," he said, simply.

"Traditional Japanese!" ordered the twins, grins stretching wider on their faces.

"Ah, as long as it's made by you, my dear Haruhi, Daddy will surely eat it!" declared Tamaki. Suddenly, his Inner-Tamaki-Theater switched on and began playing a scene that never happened and never would.

"Oh senpai! Gomen! I burnt the lovely breakfast we were supposed to share together!"

A tearful Haruhi began to sob, hanging her head. "I-I t-tried my v-very best..."

Why is she so cute when she's embarassed?! thought a flustered Tamaki.

Suddenly, as if in another time and place, (which he truly was,) Tamaki grabbed the chopsticks out of Hunny's hands and made his way toward the kitchen with a determined face.

"Whatever it is, I shall eat it all, Haruhi my dear! Daddy will eat every last morsel! Nevermind that it's burnt! The point is that you tried your very best!"

"I really have no idea what you're talking about Tamaki-senpai," said an irritated Haruhi.

Tamaki realized that his beloved daughter had rejected his offer and retired to the Mushroom Room, conveniently located in Haruhi's storage closet.

"Gomen, guys, but there isn't any food left," said Haruhi, as she opened the refrigerator door. She glimpsed the bare shelves, closed it, and returned to her waiting "guests."

The Host Club (including Mori and Hunny,) gasped in shock. Several thoughts flew through their minds as Haruhi continued to look at them with a blank stare.

"Haruhi doesn't have any food!" "We didn't realize she might not have enough food!"

"Is she in financial trouble?! She should be spending her Host Club earnings on feeding her frail self instead of paying for a priceless vase!"

At this point, all of the Host Club gentlemen turned to see Haruhi and her "frail self."

"It's okay if we don't eat right now," said Haruhi, completely oblivious to their thoughts.

"OF COURSE SHE WOULD SAY THAT!" they screamed internally.

"She doesn't have enough money for food!" "We're asking for too much!"

"We're offending her!" "Aaah! Why is she looking at us like that?!"

"Haru-chan doesn't have any cake?" intterupted a voice that had not spoken earlier in the mind-conversation.

"Shut up, Hunny-senpai! This is no time for cake! Haruhi is in serious financial trouble!" the twins and Tamaki told him telepathically, trying to warn him. But to their horror, he seemed not to get it.

Out loud, and rather calmly, Hunny spoke. "So we're not having cake, Haru-chan?"

"Eatery," said Mori.

Haruhi snapped her fingers as if something had just occurred to her. "Great idea Mori-senpai! There's this great restaurant at the corner. It's a commoner one though, I hope you don't mind."

Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kaoru looked as though they were melting.

"WE SHOULD'VE THOUGHT OF THAT!" they wailed, writhing on the floor.

"Uh...Tamaki-senpai? Hikaru? Kaoru? Are you coming or what?" asked Haruhi, not understanding what they were still doing on the ground.

A/N: Again a shout-out to Tiffany (DearJournal-HeBrokeMyH3art) for her uplifting reviews! She has a fanfic out there too. We were supposed to work on it together, but she went up ahead and uploaded her story so far. (It was her idea in the first place.) So if you like TamaHaru, check it out. I think it's "Always and Forever." She LOVES reviews, so leave her some, okay?

As for the story, I like how it's going so far. What do you think? Eventually we will discover what University Haruhi is aiming for, and what the Host Club is going to do about it. The characters will somewhat slowly develop, but I'll update fast, so it won't be that much of a problem. I'm wondering who you all want her to end up with at the end, so I'm setting up a poll on my Bio. Vote if you'd like. Updates on the poll will be posted in these Author's Notes, so you'll be up-to-date.

Thank you all for continuing to read! Please come again, and remember to review when you have the time. (I really do appreciate it!) :D