Your votes.
Tamaki: 29
Kyoya: 60
Hikaru: 50
Kaoru: 13
Honey: 6
Mori: 3
A/N: Thanks to those who have voted. This will only go on for a few chapters ( I say this every time) as I eventually will have to lean towards one pairing. The voting lines are still OPEN.
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7
Elimination
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Haruhi fell onto her bed. Staring at the ceiling, she thought about her 'date' today with Mori. She wondered how the other host club members went. Tomorrow was elimination day. This is when everyone assembles in one room and the bachelors choose who they want to keep in the competition and who they will be asking to leave. Haruhi scrunched up her face, did she really want to leave? It was funny how when she first arrived, she was scheming how to escape but now, Haruhi thought she might just be enjoying herself. It had been a long time since the last time all of the host club reunited. It was almost like before, the host club pampering the girls, complementing them, making the girls fall head-over-heels for them only now, Haruhi was one of them. One of the girls being pampered, complemented but maybe not falling head-over-heels for the host club. Haruhi sighed. She rolled over and switched off her bed table lamp.
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"Haruhiiii-chan!" With half a croissant stuffed in her mouth, Haruhi whipped her head around to see who was calling her. Across the room, Haruhi saw Hayasa bouncing towards her.
"Haruhii-chan! How was it? Anything happen? Hurry up and say something Haruhi! I'm dying to know what happened yesterday." Hayasa was sitting impatiently across the kitchen table.
Immediately, Haruhi regretted taking such a large bite out of the croissant. Haruhi pointed at her mouth, to show that she was already chewing like crazy. Finally, she swallowed.
"Nope, nothing happened." She replied cheerfully. Haruhi looked with concern at Hayasa's disappointed face. "Why? Did anything happen with the other girls?"
"No, not really, a few got a kiss but not on the lips or anything, just cheek and forehead."
"Ok, well, we have free time until the elimination ceremony in the afternoon. Should we go swimming or something?" Haruhi asked. Haruhi was surprised that she felt relieved when she heard nothing serious happened but quickly shook that feeling aside.
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-clap clap- "Welcome to our elimination ceremony. I hope all of you had a wonderful time this week. Unfortunately, we have three girls leaving us today. When you hear your name being called out, you will walk down the aisle and accept a rose from one of the bachelors. The remaining three girls sitting, will be leaving us today. Let's start. The first girl to be through to next week is .. Haruhi Fujioka!"
Not quite surprised, Haruhi stood up and made her way down the aisle. At the front, Tamaki was in his pose, ready to give a rose to his beloved daughter. With his eyes closed, he imagined a scene with Haruhi walking into his arms. Suddenly, Tamaki felt a breeze walk past him. He opened his eyes to see Kyoya walking to the front and handing over his rose to Haruhi, along with a friendly hug, well, as friendly as you can get with Kyoya Otori. Kyoya smirked at Tamaki before returning to his position at the front.
"Too slow" He said in a low voice that only Tamaki could hear. Tamaki nearly chucked a tantrum right there right then if it wasn't for the fact that it was his turn to hand over a rose. How dare Kyoya hand over the rose to 'his' Haruhi? Kyoya only smirked at Tamaki's fury before facing the front with a smile.
Still dazed by Kyoya's hug, Haruhi returned back to her seat. She knew that the hug meant nothing, not serious, just enough to piss off Tamaki. Haruhi felt disappointed, actually, a different word should be used, she felt hurt. Hurt that Kyoya was using her as entertainment value.
The ceremony went by rather fast and three girls were sent to the limousines in tears. Haruhi felt pity, looking at their tear-stained faces, maybe she was taking everything for granted, her friendship with the host club. Haruhi knew that many women in the world would die to be caught from falling in the arms of Hikaru or be on a date with Mori or even to be hugged for a millisecond with Kyoya. Perhaps she ought to be thankful that Tamaki managed to resurrect the host club after years without much contact. Then again, looking at Tamaki's face, Haruhi was much thankful to the fact that she couldn't mindread, having no intentions whatsoever to learn what was going through Tamaki's mind at that moment. As usual, he was gazing at Haruhi with a somber expression.
Commencing Tamaki's inner mind theatre … 3 2 1 …
"You've grown up so much now, wearing high heels and I think you're in a rebellious stage, you're showing too much skin with that dress you're wearing" Tamaki said affectionately.
Haruhi sat in Tamaki's lap, arms around his neck.
"Don't worry sempai, on the inside, I'll forever be the Haruhi you know" Her big brown eyes locked into his.
"What did I tell you about calling me sempai?" Tamaki half-joked.
Flowers suddenly appeared out of nowhere, blooming and spreading their lovely fragrance.
"Tama-chan? Everyone is leaving now" Honey waved his bunny around in Tamaki's face.
"Pfft, what a retard" Haruhi muttered. And to think she was feeling all sentimental about him. She shook her head as she followed everyone out.
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Two more days passed by as Haruhi started to fall into the rhythm of daily life in the mansion. An ear-piercing squeal awoke Haruhi from her sleep. Half an hour later after morning rituals, she arrived downstairs to hear squeals coming out of every girl's mouth. They were all huddled in small circles, looking at something. Haruhi somehow managed to squeeze in next to Hayasa.
"What's going on?" She whispered.
"We were sent photos of the bachelor when they were younger. Aren't they adorable?" She said excitedly.
Somewhat amused, Haruhi glanced at the photos which, were being passed around. She almost snorted with laughter. It was evident which photo belonged to who. In one of the photos, sat Tamaki, playing excitedly on his piano, oblivious to the fact that his mother in the background was tired and had rings around her eyes. In another was Kyoya, smartly dressed in a navy suit, shaking hands one of the most influential men in the stock market industry. It seemed that even though he was young, his tallness was still there. In one particular photo, Mori was focusing on a brick which was placed infront of him, no doubt, trying to figure out the fastest possible technique to smash the brick with. Honey on the other hand, was actually normal height for his age, he was smiling at the camera with a lollipop in his mouth. Last but not least, Hikaru and Kaoru were dressed up as little dolls, grinning evilly at the camera.
Haruhi smiled, okay, maybe they were a little bit adorable. So what? All little kids where, these ones were just a little bit more special. Haruhi walked out into the garden, it felt a lot cooler outside and a lot more quieter, away from all the squealing. Haruhi was surprised to see Kyoya sitting on one of the stone benches but went to join him.
"Hello sempai" She said pleasantly.
"Haruhi" He nodded. "I've recently come across a problem, a fairly big problem with this current situation and I'd like to hear your opinion."
Haruhi nodded slowly, she had no clue where this was leading to. "Okay.."
"As oblivious as you may be Haruhi, I'm sure you will not evade the fact that you will be here until the very end of this show. There is no doubt in that however, what if the media sees this as a hoax, this would most definitely ruin reputations. So, I was thinking of changing this show." Kyoya said the last bit slowly, almost willing Haruhi to use her brainpower and think of the solution that he had in mind. Unfortunately for him, Haruhi was still confused.
"okay.." She said uncertainly. Kyoya looked at her, expecting her to come to the same conclusion he had, but that didn't happen.
"I want this show to become 'the bachelorette'" Kyoya said straightout. "With you as the bachlorette".
"Huh?" Haruhi sat upright. "You are joking right? Kyoya Otori?"
"Why would I joke? Has it not crossed your mind that right now, with the exception of Honey, the members of the host club are .. in love with you?" Kyoya looked at her expectantly.
"Uhm, no it hasn't actually. Wait, does that include you?" Haruhi stammered.
"Maybe" He said quietly.
A/N: I have recently made a change to chapter five in this story. Nothing big really, just deleted a single sentence. I decided to make this fanfic less serious because as Tamaki had quoted, Ouran really is just a love comedy XD
