*IMPORTANT* AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok- first of all this is MY fanfiction. Naturally, everything would go according to what I think. And I think the Host Club is superior to the F4. The Flower 4 is only world renowned for their exaggerated activities, but fame does not measure superiority, especially not in Ouran, no. And yes- Tsukasa is much too bratty for me. And yes- Tsukushi would fall for this guy, because yes- this guy is Haruhi, who is actually a girl. Making their train of thought on the same track. Therefore we have Tsukushi confusing that to attraction. But anyway- I'm just a bratty, inconsiderate and selfish writer myself, and also because I never actually read the manga for Hana Yori Dango. And that I'm totally biased on this one because I'm pro-ouran. I'm really sorry! I'm giving *SPOILERS* to my own story now- this is written to kill F4!

Host Club versus Flower 4

Night of the Party: Contre

What would be more devastating to a man, when his princess goes at 12 o'clock? Or rather her prince. But this is no fairy tale. Not in this land of the riches. Not in a place of prestige. No, not here in Ouran. This is a place where goes only happy endings. Nothing short of magnificent ones at that. But she knows that not. A little break at her throbbing heart, the thought of a more devastating ending to this little, sweet dance. Much worse that 12 o'clock. Yes, that was a man. A true one, perhaps. Doumyouji Tsukasa.

And here comes the devastation.

"Tsukushi!" he shouted. In tone used probably only by wild animals, or so.

Tsukushi was woken from her fairy tale dream. And into a world of annoyance, "what?! Don't come near here, shh shh!" she tried to say so in a soft voice. Trying not to break the dance.

Her partner knew this, so she continued on. Ignoring the fast approaching beast. Though Haruhi wouldn't really mind an ending by now. She's not exactly the expert dancer to begin with.

"I've been looking all over for you, and here's where you are." in a lower tone than before, Tsukasa spoke with such a face that it scared the other dancers around them. "Dancing with a pussy!"

Slap.

The crowd was silent. All eyes on them. Which bothered Haruhi greatly. Though she doesn't really mind her own image, she definitely not wanted to drag down the Host Club's image by getting involve in things she shouldn't be in. Especially with this people. Tamaki was sure not to like this.

Tamaki...

That last thought sent Haruhi to a brief stance. Sent her heart a fast rate by a few seconds. But she pushed it aside. What's important is not to cause anymore involvement in things Tamaki is sure not to like.

Ah.

There she goes again. Why was it always Tamaki? It irritated her inside. And so to completely get Tamaki off her mind, she chose to step in instead. "Doumyouji-senpai, is there really a need for such tone at such a fine evening?"

Tsukasa felt his blood rush to his head, "and what are you to question me?!" he yelled. "You little-"

"I do believe the Doumyouji are expect at parties. Most especially at one like this." Haruhi spoke calmly. Truthfully, for she has heard this from one of her friends in class. "Or was that just a rumor after all?" she looked at Doumyouji with her big eyes, smiling.

Doumyouji stared back with an extremely irate feature. Without a word to say.

"Haruhi..." at last Tsukushi spoke. "Haruhi, I'm sorry." Tsukushi stepped closer to Haruhi and grabbed her hand as she apologized.

"Don't worry about it." Haruhi smiled as she also placed her other hand over Tsukushi's. A perfectly friendly gesture coming from Haruhi.

But Tsukasa took it the wrong way and slap Haruhi's hand away. So strongly that it sent Haruhi's whole arm flying upwards. "Since when did I say you can get all friendly with her? You freakin' pauper!" Tsukasa wasn't really this cold. But since they got to Ouran, he felt threatened. All around him. Making him irate, especially at things that involves Tsukushi.

"Tsukasa!" yelled Tsukushi in worry for Haruhi.

ooooo

He walked around, in brisk. Hurriedly searching for a girl he felt needed him, right now. He was almost panting when he asked a group of people for information, "Gentlemen, have you perhaps seen Haruhi around?"

The group of men look at each other briefly and shrugged their shoulders, "Sorry Suoh."

Tamaki nodded and left instantly. Continuously searching for Haruhi. He knew he needed to find her soon. He just felt it. He was sure. Ignoring all the calls he got from everybody he passes, he run and run, looking left and right for her. It was the first time he ever cursed the hall for being so enormous. He wished it would be a lot smaller, much easier for him to find her.

ooooo

"Wonder where he went off running to." without really a hint of wonder to his tone, Kaoru asked his twin brother still.

"Maybe something's wrong?" Hikaru however, was alerted with Tamaki's absence. He had a gut feeling it had something to do with whatever he thought also needed him. "Think we oughta' look for 'em?" he questioned his brother, trying not to sound panicked.

Of course, the twin brother knew all too well, "let's go!" he almost had a straight face but fought to sport a determined one.

"All right!" so the more frisky twin dragged the other one along in search of their friends. More importantly the girl.

ooooo

"I'm very sorry to have upset you Doumyouji-senpai." Haruhi made a very slight bow and apologized to a very vexed Tsukasa.

"Haruhi! You needn't!" Tsukushi of course protested.

This only annoyed Tsukasa even more, but he knew he needed to lessen the damage he already made to his name. "Good you understand!" Although there were really only the highest class around to witness them, Tsukasa chose the mannered route. "Come one Tsukushi." he took her hand and almost dragged her away with him.

"Yes, of course, I'm not the one who can't understand." Haruhi smiled and commented, trying hard not to leak any sarcasm in her tone. But boy to Tsukasa push the wrong buttons on her.

And vice versa, Tsukasa picked it up. He felt a vein pop in his temporal as he turned around to grab Haruhi by the collar. "You have something you wanna say to me?" he tightened his grip on Haruhi as he glared.

Tsukushi and Haruhi both were about to speak when they got interrupted instead. A hand clenched on Tsukasa's wrist, crushing it until Tsukasa lost his grip on Haruhi, making the onlookers more into the situation. Haruhi was stunned, "Do you have something you want to say to me?" she heard Tamaki almost growl in a low, dangerous tone. "Doumyouji...?"