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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ouran, and probably never will. The plot is mine, as well as any OC's that I may use in the future. Use my plot without permission, and I predict that ninjas will attack you soon.

At 2:30 on the afternoon of New Year's eve, the twins rang the doorbell. Unlike when they hauled over a giant collection of clothes for Haruhi's Christmas date, they only had one dress, a pair of shoes, and a purse with them. Ranka quickly let them in, and offered them some tea, and leftover cake from their visit the day before.

"Hey Ranka, here's Haruhi's dress and stuff. We are 100% sure that it will be ab-so-lute-ly perfect, so don't worry. If it doesn't work..." Hikaru said, quickly downing the tea.

"...then just call us and we'll be right over. I don't think anything's gonna happen though," Kaoru continued, stealing Hikaru' cake as he looked the other way.

"Bye now!" they called in unison, and left.

Ranka shook his head in slight amazement. The twins always seemed to confuse him every time they met. He opened up the garment bag to see the dress inside.

It was a deep burgundy-wine colored dress, made of satin. It was strapless (Oh dear lord how am I going to get Haruhi into this dress... Ranka thought), and had a long hem, presumably floor-length. There was some ruching at the bust and waist. Ranka thought it was an incredibly beautiful dress, and prayed that he would be able to see Haruhi in it.

The rest of the host club, was already at Suoh Mansion 2, setting up for the party. They would be using the smaller ballroom for the main part of the party, and then move to one of the balcony rooms to watch the fireworks. Of course, the best location for viewing had already been chosen by Kyoya and Hunny, after numerous days of calculating angles and 'other nonsense' that nobody else really cared about. They were already dressed in their suits; Tamaki wore a dark grey suit with a white shirt and a black tie, Kyoya wore all black except for his white tie (Tamaki had forced him to change it; he didn't like the all-black.), Mori, Hunny, and the twins all wore black suits with white shirts; Mori wore a black tie, Hunny wore a pink one, and the twins wore red.

Kyoya had called in the orders for the assorted food, making sure to place an extra order of toro for Haruhi. Mori brought out tables, and the twins took charge of picking music. Tamaki took out some of his 'commoners snacks,' and Hunny started eating his appetizer cake.

At 4:00, they all got into one of the Suoh limousines, and Tamaki told the driver to head over to Haruhi's apartment.

"Dad, are you freaking kidding me? I am NOT going to wear a strapless dress," Haruhi grumbled. She had taken one look at the dress and immediately started freaking out.

"Honey, this is the only one the twins brought, you're going to have to wear it!" Ranka argued.

"Screw this, I'm just gonna go in jeans..." she grumbled, storming off to her room.

"NOO! COME BACK, HARUHI!"

After about an hour of Ranka pleading and Haruhi arguing, she finally consented to wear the dress. As the twins had predicted, she looked perfect in it. They had also given Ranka ruby studs and a necklace for Haruhi to wear with the dress, similar in style to the jewelry that they had seen in her mother's collection.

At exactly 4:30, the doorbell rang. Ranka got up to open the door, and to nobody's surprise, there were six handsome, well dressed young men outside the door. "Haruhi! The boys are here!"

"Coming, coming..." she grumbled.

All of the host club members were stunned.

My daughter is so beautiful...

Yes, I definitely made a good choice in a woman. I'm quite glad my father approves.

Beautiful...

Haru-chan is so cute!

Damn! I knew that dress was perfect.

You said it, Hika.

Wait, what?

The ride to Suoh Mansion 2 was, to say the least, awkward. Haruhi really didn't know what to say to any of them, and nobody else really felt like making much conversation. All of them thought of different conversation starters in their minds, but nobody had the courage to voice it aloud first.

When they finally got to the mansion, Haruhi was relieved. Mori helped her out of the car, and they both felt a tingle in their hands when they touched (both passed it off to static, never minding that there wasn't anything that could caused the static anywhere in the car.)

They all headed to the ballroom, where the food had already arrived. They sat down at a medium-sized table in the middle, and the food was served.

They started off with a small serving of traditional toshikoshi soba, and mochi soup. Then they each had their own individual courses; Tamaki had French food, Kyoya had steak, Mori had some traditional food that Haruhi couldn't name, Hunny had cake, the twins had some absurdly spicy food, and Haruhi had her love: toro. When the butler brought her the plate, piled high with her favorite food, her eyes seemingly had hearts appear in them. Mori, Kyoya, and Hikaru all groaned internally. Why couldn't she look at ME that way? they thought.

Once they finished eating, the table was moved to the side, and some light instrumental music began to play.

"May I have this dance, Haruhi?" Hikaru asked, the first by her side. He had a slight gleam in his eyes.

"Sure," she said. How are we supposed to have a dance when I'm the only girl here...?

Kyoya shot him a dirty look when Haruhi wasn't looking. Damn you, Hitachiin.

The night was a tad uneventful, however Haruhi found it very interesting how Tamaki kept trying to get Kyoya to dance with him. She danced with all the host members, interested in each of their dancing styles. She felt that Mori was very protective and masculine, Kyoya was more graceful than she had thought, Hikaru and Kaoru were equally bad, and Tamaki and Hunny just wanted to spin her around.

When it was finally almost midnight, they all walked over to the balcony. The fireworks started exploding, a dizzying array of colors and sparkles in the night.

While Haruhi watched, starstruck, Kyoya sidled over to her and took her hand in his. She was so startled, that she didn't even push him away. She stood there next to him as they watched.

This gesture did not go unnoticed by the other host members, Hikaru and Mori especially. They were both fuming with envy, as they wanted to be the one standing next to her. Both of them walked closer, unnoticed by the others.

The clock finally struck twelve, and all over the country, bells were chiming to mark the start of the New Year.

"Happy New Year, Haruhi." She heard a seductive whisper in her ear.