Step, step, step, step.

Huff, huff, huff, huff.

"I have to hurry up. Kyouya-senpai will never forgive me if I'm late..." Haruhi let her long but feeble legs stop, as she began to contemplate upon how Kyouya would take the fact that she was late for the host club. A looming, darkened silhouette of said intimidating man was placed against a swirl of dark purple and black, and his glasses glinted, as his mouth twitched into a devilish scowl. She could just hear him growl 'one-third of your debt will be added'.

Haruhi shivered, her eyes hazing over with pure trepidation.

Kyouya was definitely an object…er, person of fear for Haruhi. Though the brunette had an inkling of respect for said host club member -coughcoughSLAVEDRIVER-, it was dwarfed immensely by a tremendous amount of terror.

Haruhi was jump-started out of her personal reflection of how frightening Kyouya was by a cheery, mellifluous voice that called out her name. "Haruhi!"

She blinked. Haruhi was quite frankly uncaring of how whoever had called her by her first name (actually she liked it better to be called Haruhi, rather than 'Fujioka-senpai' or 'Fujioka-san', even if whoever called out to her even forgot an honorific.

The tall, long haired brunette had a rather expressionless face, but Haruhi could see a soft and sweet smile. Whoever she was, she didn't look much like a first year student.

"Anou…?"

Haruhi stopped, allowing the girl to catch up with her long, almost manly strides. Haruhi then realized something. She was wearing not a yellow belle dress as the school uniform was, but a red chinese dress that had only a minor slit that showed off skin only to her knee. A golden dragon danced about the red silk, winding about.

'That looks like something we'd wear at the host club...' Haruhi thought.

"I have something to say." The girl spoke bluntly, her face sharp and serious.

"Hai, what is it, kouhai?" Haruhi said in a soft tone, smiling.

Haruhi had little time to respond, as the tall girl bent her back and her neck forward ... and secured a soft kiss on her lips.

"Nani...!" Haruhi cried out as the girl retracted, a soft smile on her lips as she watched the cherry hue grow on Haruhi's cheeks.

"I like you."

Those three words echoed in Haruhi's head. Over and over. How should she respond? There was only one person, someone at the club, who she loved. He was nice and compassionate, and also completely oblivious to her feelings, most likely.

In the real world outside of Haruhi's head, the girl had taken the opportunity to pull the blushing Haruhi by he hand to a familiar club room. She took a look at Haruhi's blank expression and smiled, before pushing the ornate, oaken doors open.

Haruhi snapped back as the soft scent of strawberries wafted about. Her expression was unreadable, as she saw five beautiful, model-like maidens dressed in elaborate costumes. A pig-tailed blonde little girl maid, a dark haired mysterious beauty in a dark purple kimono with hime-style hair, a princess with long velvety blonde hair, and twin redheads dressed in naughty schoolgirl outfits and sporting G-cup bust lines.

Haruhi blinked, and zoned out on Kyouya threatening to increase her debt tenfold, and of Tamaki's tearful shouts of 'nekomimi' and other possible cosplay ideas.

"Wait...where's Mori-senp-"

"Takashi, Takashi!" Hunni hopped over to the female besides Haruhi. Hunni climbed onto her shoulders, and smiled cutely. "We're kawaii, ne? Let's go eat cake, go, go, go!"

The brunette walked towards Hunni's table, where cakes and tea were set up. Haruhi, blinking, simply stared at Takashi.

And the, she saw his head turn for a few moments after Hunni sat down, beautiful smile and a gaze directed to her for only a few moments, before he turned again.

Both twins took this moment to mash their fake breasts into Haruhi's face, just to see how she'd react.


YEAH! lol...

A really odd TakaHaru one-shot, for one of my reviewers. (:

I know, my mind's really odd when it comes to these scenarios.