Wow! 7 review within the first day that I posted the chapter called 'Preparations?'

–Wipes away a tear- I feel so happy.

But I want to thank you all for reviewing; it just motivates me to write more.

This chapter is for Ohtori Kyoya.

Hey KyouHaru fans, it's masquerade time!

BTW, in this chapter, since the Host Club is hosting the masquerade, they don't have masques on. I just thought there needed to be a change…

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Sachie had turned to Haruhi. "Alright, go get him! Make sure he's yours by the end of the night." She took Haruhi's hand and squeezed it supportively. "But, I'm going to have to leave you. I see my prince waiting for me now!" She turned and dashed towards a young gentleman. He had black hair, but was dressed in a white uniform, complete with golden chains and a full-sized Wilkinson Sword.

I-is that Nekozawa? Haruhi shook her head. Sachie was always the one to pick the most mischievous boys.

She let out a breath. This was it. The Moonlight Masquerade. This night could change the course of her love life. She lingered by the grand staircase, watching her prince greet his clients.

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Ohtori Kyoya stood at the main entrance of the ballroom. After greeting his clients, he headed towards a young woman, lingering nervously by the grand staircase.

"Good evening, milady!" Greeted Kyoya, bowing before the girl. She blushed, and curtsied back.

"Good evening, my knight." She purred, in a way that she had never done before.

"I don't believe I have seen you before, have we met?" asked Kyoya Ohtori. He knew clearly who this mystery girl was. It was Haruhi Fujioka. It was so obvious. She had gotten a dress from an unknown source, wrapped a masque across her face and sharpened her voice, making it sound unnatural.

"Oh, I believe we have met before." Haruhi felt his cold eyes studying her face. Frightened that he may have found out her identity, she turned her face to the side. He probably already figured out who she was. She sighed and looked up at the high ceiling. The chandelier hung magnificently from the white-and-gold painted ceiling, sending a shimmer of sparkles and tricks of light dancing through the crowd.

"I believe that the masquerade had already started, so if you would come with me, milady," He held out his hand, acting as gentlemanly as possible, "Shall we enter?"

His eyes glinted mischievously, hiding his urges to rip of her masque and kiss her.

She blushed again; her heart rate had increased tremendously. Why do I keep blushing? He must think I have some sort of weird skin disease or something…She thought, turning her face away from him to hide her uneasy expression. But it is Ohtori-sama…His cold personality just draws me into him!

She looked at Kyoya, who was gliding her along the shining polished marble floor: people making way for the vice-president and his chosen maiden.

The orchestra, which was composed of the most elite musicians in the Music Club, had finished their break and were preparing their instruments. They pulled out a few new scores of sheet music, and sat in playing position. Kyoya had stopped in the middle of the ballroom, and had turned to Haruhi. Her wide, liquid eyes stared up curiously at Kyoya, as if daring him to draw in some attention.

He bowed again to her, the gold chains on his gray uniform hanging.

"Please, fair maiden, may I ask for this next dance?" Kyoya's clients let out protests of disappointment. Clearly this girl had to be something; Ohtori-senpai wouldn't dance with just anybody. Especially a commoner.

The conductor of the orchestra lifted his wand. A slow, romantic waltz began to sound. Kyoya took one of Haruhi's delicately gloved hands and placed it on his broad shoulder. He placed his right hand on her slender waist, pulling her closely towards him. His left had been intertwined with Haruhi's. Slowly but surely, they began to spin around the dance floor.

Haruhi looked up at Kyoya nervously, trying to remember her dance steps. As a mandatory part of joining the Host Club, she had to learn how to ballroom dance. Her dress elegantly flowed as they danced; in full control of their steps. Kyoya gently spun her, caught her, and dipped her back. Haruhi blushed wildly and smiled.

The slow, haunting melody had come to its end, and couples dispersed. Haruhi gently dropped her hand away from his, and moved away.

"T-thank you!" Haruhi stuttered, adrenaline pulsing through her veins.

"The honor was mine." He said, bringing her hand up to his face and gently kissed it. He turned to her. "I was going to save this for the girl I treasured most this dance, but I think I've already found her." His eyes, surprisingly, softened. He took her hand and led her through the awed crowd, surprised that such a cold hearted man like Ohtori Kyoya could have such a tender heart. He pulled her towards the staircase and led her up the steps.

Haruhi Fujioka's chest constricted, her heart pounding wildly against her ribcage. Where was he leading her?

They arrived at a large, open window.

Haruhi placed a delicate finger against he glass and peered outside.

"Wow!' she exclaimed in complete awe. 'It's beautiful!" The dark night sky was glimmering with thousands of stars, the wind rustling through the leaves of the back garden. She watched masqueraders mingled by the fountain, flitting about like fireflies.

He turned to her. "Of course. Late spring is when Ouran is it's most beautiful. When love finally finds it's way into the coldest of hearts." He laughed weakly.

"And you're sure of this 'love'?" She asked worriedly. He had figured out who she was.

"Oh, of course. Except, I don't know where she is. I don't think she showed up tonight." He reassured her, smiling gently.

"Well, I hope she's the truly the one for you." She weakly smiled back at him. "But, I want to tell you something." She beckoned him to lean closer. As he did, she gently lifted his glasses off his face. "Stop hiding behind your glasses." She dropped them onto a side table, not once taking her mesmerizing eyes off his. He was entranced.

She carefully leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Kyoya Ohtori's strong, broad shoulders, She closed her eyes and her soft, full lips met his. Their movements instantly clicked, bodies creating instant heat. They kissed passionately, tasting each other's mouths.

This was new for Ohtori. Well, not really. He had many girlfriends before, all childish and trying to satisfy their little romances. Ohtori had just gone out with them only to humor them for a while, soon then breaking their hearts, sending them into a month of despair before finding another boyfriend and starting anew.

Her movements were so fragile, her kisses so passionate. He pushed her onto the seat behind her and leaned over her, showering kisses onto her neck and neckline. Her face heated up, perspiration spritted across her back. She was having major joygasms, Kyoya was all over her.

He backed away from her, his lungs heaving. "I'm sorry milady, I don't know what happened to me there." He apologized. He picked up his glasses off the side table and wiped them with the kerchief he pulled out of his pocket. A photo fell out with the kerchief. He placed the glasses of him face again, and tucked the kerchief away. Haruhi bent down and picked up the photo.

It was a photo of a girl in a middle school uniform. She was smiling brightly, her long dark hair flowing down to her shoulders.

It was a photo of her. It was the photo that Kyoya had received from Haruhi's father, Ranka. The photo that he had put up for prize when Tamaki had decided to host his 'Who can find Haruhi's weakness first' competition with the twins.

"W-who is this girl?" She asked nervously, trying not to scream with joy. So, she was the girl that Kyoya had been talking about earlier, the one that 'had not arrived'. Of course, he was probably expecting her to arrive at the ball in the uniform that he had provided her and the other host members with. She smiled secretly.

Kyoya snatched the photo away from her and blushed. "This is the girl who is more precious to me than life itself." He carefully tucked the photo into his breast pocket, and turned away.

Kyoya wandered over to the window again, and peered outside. "There is a nice breeze outside." He glanced at her. "If it's alright, Milady, I think I might go outside to get some fresh air.

He headed towards the staircase. Haruhi got up from the chair and glided towards him, catching his hand before he could descend the stairs.

"I'd like to come too, if that's alright with you…" She smiled at him, sending a spasm of joy through his mind.

They descended the stairs, their hands intertwined. They earned a few awed looks from other students. Awe at the beauty of this girl, awe that Kyoya had actually opened his heart to her.

"They exited the ballroom and traveled silently towards the outer gardens. There were a few other couples also there, trying to get away from the party life, to get a breath of fresh air.

Sachie and the supposed Nekozawa were holding hands, and were walking amongst the late blooming cherry blossoms. They gazed at each other, and then kissed intimately. Haruhi chuckled. At least Sachie-chan's night was going to be one she remembered. She probably wouldn't shut up for the next month, but whatever. Haruhi knew how to handle those situations. After all, Sachie did let her borrow a gorgeous dress to wear to the masquerade.

Kyoya took Haruhi's hand and walked out into the moonlight. Out of the corner of her eye, Haruhi spotted Kyoya's envious clients. She looked back at Kyoya uncomfortably.

He touched her soft, porcelain cheek with the back of his hand, stroking it affectionately.

"Please don't do that Ohtori-senpai.' Pleaded Haruhi, feeling totally out of character. "Your clients will see me and hold a grudge against me."

Kyoya laughed. Now seemed like the time to use one of Tamaki's lines. "Don't worry, milady, as the cherry blossoms will hide us from the view. For now, I am your, and only yours." He leaned forward, gently caressing Haruhi's long, silky hair, and kissed her.

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After another series of passionate kisses, they decided that it was time to go back into the ballroom.

Kyoya, being the head coordinator of the event, had to make the dreaded announcement, the announcement for all students to remove their masques. The moonlight masquerade, being a favored event amongst students, was always popular. It was a night where you could confess to your true love, without knowing who you were. At the end of the night, true feelings were revealed, leaving many happy, others surprised.

Kyoya entered the stage, standing in front of the orchestra.

"Thank you all for attending our Moonlight Masquerade!" He spoke into the portable microphone that was handed to him by the school's tech crew. Cheers rippled through the crowd. "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!

Haruhi stood nervously within the crowd. Kyoya had stepped off the stage, and was heading towards her. This was it. He was going to find out who his 'mystery' girl was.

She stood before him, being one of the only ones in her area still with her masque on.

"May I?" Kyoya asked gently. Haruhi nodded, her face turning a darker shade of pink, her heart pounding.

He reached behind her, untying the white satin ribbon that held her true identity and let it drop to the floor.

'Haru…' He whispered. She nodded.

He lifted her chin and kissed her gently. "I knew it was you." He stated knowingly.

"But how…?" She asked with a slight tint of shock in her voice.

"Ranka called me earlier and told me about you and Sachie-san going to a ball, and how you were wearing', he gazed at her figure, 'the most beautiful pearl pink dress."

Tears were forming in her eyes, but happy ones. She embraced him.

"I love you, senpai." She said surely.

Those were the words that forever echoed through his heart.

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Ah yes, another one shot up!

I fairly liked this chapter. I had some…inspiration, you could say.

Oh my god, if you want to write romantic shojo fan fiction or manga, 'Fall in Love Like a Comic' by Chitose Yagami is your ultimate guide. The whole manga is just one romantic scene, full of kisses and GOLD ideas for scenarios. –Squeals-

Oh yes, I wanted to thank everybody SO much for the reviews! Please, if you have any suggestions to make my fan-fics better, PLEASE TELL ME.

I'm having troubles with scenarios; so if you have requests for pairing scenarios, please tell me. But they must relate to this plot, the moonlight masquerade. I like situations that are a tad more…risqué. –Giggles-

Remember, our lovely Nekozawa is next in line for Haru's heart! 3