Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Ouran characters, nor Supernatural. All rights go to the owners respectively.

A/N: Slight spoilers for a Supernatural episode, Season 1 episode 6 "Skins".

(Mackenzie's POV: That same Saturday, after Brittany's left)

Sam said nothing but her glaring stopped when the front door closed. She sighed tiredly, rubbing a hand along the nape of her neck.

"I'm gonna take a nap," she muttered, not really caring if anyone heard. She turned and strode up the staircase, heading towards the servants' quarters, where she had moved in after spending a night there. Her reasoning was, the room was smaller and cozier, and it was perfect for her as she didn't need as much space as the guest room gave her.

Emily took her leave as well, heading for the humongous kitchen to carry out Kyoya's order of lemon, blueberry, and orange mini-cakes for Monday's meeting.

I turned toward Tamaki, flushing slightly when my eyes met his. "So, um, do you want to do something together?" I shifted awkwardly, my eyes skipping away, looking at anything but the boy in front of me.

He made me feel giddy inside, and I couldn't help but blush or smile in his presence. Especially when I knew his eyes were on me, which, it seemed, they were trained on me all the time.

Recently, Kyoya had me skipping the club meetings because he said Tamaki wasn't paying attention to his customers like he should. This confused me as Tamaki's the best and I'd never seen him not paying attention to his customers in the time I'd known him.

Tamaki's voice startled me, but it was his close proximity that brought me out of my thoughts. "Would you be so happy as to accompany me with my Christmas shopping?" He had moved closer while I had been lost in my thoughts. He was close enough that I could practically feel his own blush.

I blinked, replaying the question in my head, and I blushed sheepishly. "Christmas shopping? No thanks, I, um, don't like Christmas."

"You don't like Christmas?!" Tamaki exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief, "Why do you not like Christmas? I was hoping you'd join me in my shopping."

With him this close, I couldn't focus on anything but his large, pleading purple eyes. Usually, he appeared to be as awkward around me as I was around him, but right now, he was using all his power to convince me to go with him.

"I'm really sorry. It's just, my birthday is the same day, and it's never really been my favorite holiday," I apologized, grimacing a little. "Maybe we could find something else to do?"

Distracting him before he could pout and train those puppy eyes on me again, Tamaki gazed thoughtfully at me. "What did you have in mind?"

I paused to think for a second. "Well….. you seemed really interested in American movies, how about we watch some tv shows? Like, I could introduce you to my favorite one! It's called Supernatural. I'll go get the first season from Sam, we'll watch in the living room."

Tamaki agreed, and I headed up the stairs as fast as I could. When I arrived at Sam's room, I saw her chatting with a servant.

"…..I'm sorry, again, about the noise. I honestly didn't think it was that loud this time," Sam was saying. "And again, don't be afraid to say anything if it happens a third time; you shouldn't feel bad about telling me. I feel really bad about blasting my music so loudly."

"Yes, ma'am," the servant said. The young woman noticed me standing feet away, waiting, and she hurriedly apologized to me. "I'll just return to my duties," She muttered, bowing to Sam first and then to me. She rushed away, and I stepped forward to talk to Sam, who turned to me, face expressionless.

"Could I borrow the first season of Supernatural? Tamaki and I are going to watch it together," I told her. She nodded, pulling a small smile, and disappeared into her room to root through a gigantic cardboard box sitting next to her bed.

"Just tell me if you two need the second season, okay?" She said, straightening and handing me the DVD case. I nodded, thanked her, and hurried back downstairs to the living room. Tamaki took the case from me, and put in the first disc, joining me on the couch afterwards.

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(Six episodes later)

"Tamaki!" I protested, a smile on my face. I brought my hands up to his, trying to tug them down so I could see. "I can't see what's happening!"

"You mustn't look, princess. It's too horrible for a delicate creature such as yourself!" Tamaki exclaimed, a tiny yelp trailing his words as a sobbing scream emitted from the speakers. Becky, a character on the show, cried and protested against the creature dressed up as Dean.

"I've seen this before, it's not that bad!" I shoved his hands down, but he replaced them as soon as my hands were down. I shook my head, trying to dislodge his hands, but Tamaki wasn't giving up his effort to shield me from what he considered "horrible violence".

"You've seen this before!?" The blonde cried. "Why would you watch this carnage?!"

"Yes, I have," I laughed, "Sam and Emily have watched it too."

"Sam is a violent creature herself," Tamaki whispered. "My only concern is to why you've watched this."

I shrugged, my shoulders bumping into Tamaki's lifted arms. "It's interesting, entertaining. There's a lot more to the show than killing monsters, and it never really gets horrible. You're overreacting."

His hands came down. "Overreacting?!" He looked at me with wide eyes full of disbelief and slight hurt. "Beauty is an innocent thing, forever looked to as a reassuring light in an otherwise dark world." He paused for dramatic effect, then continued, adding, "No beauty should catch a glimpse of such things," here he gestured to the screen, which showed the SWAT team going through the house, "especially no beauty as captivating and magnificent as you."

It was a few minutes before I could talk, stuck staring in awe at the boy in front of me. My eyes shone at his words, but I quickly composed myself, shaking my head somewhat to clear my thoughts. "That's sweet of you to say, but I'm alright."

I added kindly, "….If you're a little scared, we could watch something else." Tamaki stared at me, then looked away sheepishly.

"What else is there to watch?"

I stood up, dragging him up with me, the tv forgotten. "Based on this, watching Teen Wolf is out of the question, so let's see what Sam has."

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(Emily's POV: In the kitchen)

Seventeen cakes for each of three flavors by tomorrow for the Host Club's meeting on Monday. I groaned upon entering the Suoh's kitchen. The servants were elsewhere, Tamaki having sent them away because Kyoya's instructions forbid any servants from helping me.

"Those cakes aren't going to prepare themselves," I sighed, resigning to start now instead of later, "though I wish they would."

After several minutes of searching and locating the ingredients and cooking utensils, I heard the back door open and footsteps as I set the flour bag on the counter top. Looking up, I was surprised to see Kaoru gazing around.

"I've never been in here before," he commented idly. He kept peering around until finally his eyes landed on me. My stomach fluttered with butterflies.

"W-where's your brother?" I asked, brushing my hair back and hoping I didn't look nervous. He raised his eyebrows, eyes sparkling with mischief, but didn't answer. Realizing he wanted to hear my guess, I bit my lip, blushing. "Hikaru," I elaborated, "Where's Hikaru?"

Kaoru beamed at me, clapping his hands at my, apparently, correct guess. He drew closer, running a hand over the counter top as he walked.

"At home," he answered, a sly smile slid on to his face. "I got bored, wanted to see you."

I smiled back, my fingers playing with my sweater sleeves; a nervous tick of mine. "Well, I have to bake about fifty-one cakes for Monday's club meeting, so, unless you, uh, want to help, you're gonna be bored here too," I told him, gesturing to all the ingredients and cooking utensils laid out.

Kaoru made a show of taking off his coat and gloves and rolling up his sleeves, grinning. "Just show me what you need to get done."

I set two bowls out, one for each of us, and said, "First, we need to measure out and mix all the dry ingredients." Reaching for the flour, I struggled to open it, looking to see if they were any scissors when I couldn't.

Kaoru grabbed a small knife, took the bag from me, and poked a hole in the bag, placing the knife back afterwards.

I stretched out the hole until it was wide enough, then dipped the measuring cup in. Lifting it up, I smoothed out the top with a butter knife before depositing it into one of the bowls.

It took some time, less than it would have if Kaoru hadn't been helping, but eventually, we got all the dry ingredients measured out and mixed together. I began to pour and mix the wet ingredients in the largest bowl I had ever seen, Kaoru disappearing from my sight as I worked.

I tried my best to focus on baking, but every so often, my mind kept going back to Kaoru. What was he doing, where did he go? My treacherous mind told me he had left, had gotten bored with me, but I bit my lip, trying to keep tears from falling, and turned my thoughts back to baking.

As I turned around to put away some ingredients to clear the counter a little, my whole front was suddenly cover in flour. I stumbled back a few steps, more out of shock than the impact, and looked up to find a snickering Kaoru with the flour bag by his feet and one hand covered in flour.

My eyes widened at him, lips stretching into a smile of mock hurt. "Did you just throw flour at me!?"

Kaoru laughed louder, then bent down to scoop up more. As he rose back up, I launched an egg at him. It broke in his hair and dripped down his face.

Now, he was silent, staring at me with pride, but it only lasted a second, something that stretched into more, and then he was laughing again, tossing flour at me.

I ducked down, hiding and only peeking out to fling more eggs at the red head. We traded fire that way, Kaoru switching his ammo from flour to blueberries to eggs, when he got ahold of them, and me switching between my eggs and sparse handfuls of baking soda.

Protests and shrieks from impact could be heard, and Kaoru and I were constantly moving around, hitting cabinets and appliances just as much as hitting each other. A servant stuck her head in at one point, but took her leave when she got hit with several eggs.

Kaoru laughed as the girl retreated, and I took those few moments to take the flour bag from him and hit him with a few eggs for good measure.

"Cheater!" He exclaimed, smile still on his face. "You can't do that! Cheater!"

I chuckled, and said, "There are no rules! It's a free-for-all!" Peeking up from behind the counter, I launched another egg at him. In turn, Kaoru threw some blueberries in my direction, the small fruit raining down on me.

Then, it was silent. I waited two minutes, occasionally peeking to try and find the host, but Kaoru had disappeared like earlier. I stood slowly, in case he would pop up and start throwing stuff at me again.

The oven bell dinged, startling me, and I turned toward it. Out of nowhere, Kaoru flattened an egg on my head from behind me, causing me to scream out.

"Hey!" I spun around, looking up slightly at his laughing face, his arms suddenly resting on my hips. My protest died on my tongue, however, and I could only stutter out a weak, "That's n-not fair."

An eyebrow raised and a smirk slid on to his face. He leaned closer, eyes sparkling in the kitchen lighting. "You're the one who said this was a free-for-all. And how's that saying go, All's fair in love and war?"

I blushed, one hand lying on the counter next to us and the other twisting a dry strand of hair. Kaoru reached up and carefully removed the egg shell.

"Sorry about your hair," he said, voice quieter than before.

"It's alright," I mumbled, nervous because he was leaning closer, head bent, and then I was leaning in too. His lips brushed mine, and my eyes fluttered closed.

"Em!" Sam's voice broke us apart, both of us turning our heads towards the girl. She was staring at the oven, trapped by the door by flour and smashed egg. "The cakes are burning!"

Turning fully now, I gasped and hurried to grab oven mitts before throwing open the oven door, quickly taking the pan out. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief upon seeing they hadn't burnt too much.

I set the pan on the cooling rack, and removed the mitts, glancing over at Sam.

"You're not going to tell, right?" I asked, worried about how Hikaru would feel about this.

Sam gave me a look that said I should know the answer already, then looked down at the floor.

"Only if I get to clean this up," she replied slyly. I laughed and nodded, and Sam set to work cleaning up the kitchen. Kaoru and I shamefully set about preparing the cakes again, the conversation between us light and easy the rest of the afternoon.

I apologize for the long wait, had some trouble writing this chapter, but I promise the next chapter will be posted much quicker than this one. Hope everyone enjoyed it, and please leave comments, I love hearing from you all on what you think about this story!

-Poison Ivy