YEAHHHHHH... Never mix Mountain Dew and coffee... The taste... it never leaves...

Sorry if you don't like this chapter. I'm just writing whatever pops up, at this point. *Rubs back of neck*

-D.O.C

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I don't own anything from OHSHC. I own only the plot of this fanfiction.

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The rehearsal was pulled off without a hitch, aside from Honey's sulky mood.

And Tamaki's angry posture.

And Kyoya's shaking hands.

Might as well add in the twin's hissing fight with the king.

Also, the groom was late.

And the bride's dress was ripped, when Kaoru stepped on the evening gown, trying to escape Tamaki's wrath.

Ranka also spilled wine onto his future son-in-law's shirt... and Akira, when trying to clean up the rest of the spill, tripped and hit his forehead on the edge of a table, a reddish-purplish mark blossoming across it.

And the cherry on top: The infamous trio from St. Lobelia's came to crash the party.

Let's join them, shall we?

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Chizuru was the first to burst through the door, tossing her light-brown hair, sneering at the men in the room.

Hinako followed, blackish eyes skimming over the crowd with boredom.

Finally, Benio strutted in, squaring her shoulders and calling out boldly, "Where is Tamaki Suoh?"

Tamaki stood, eager to have something to take his mind off of the ordeal.

"Right here, my sweet," he taunted.

"You!" She snarled, waltzing toward him with a menacing grace. "What do you think you're doing with our beautiful maiden?!"

Chizuru followed her president like a puppy, strapless, black gown fluttering about her, catching the eyes of a few males... who all received a death glare in response.

Hinako's stormy-gray dress had a pleated skirt, and she donned a black cardigan over the thin straps.

Benio's attire consisted of black slacks, white dress-shirt, and a black tuxedo jacket, complete with tails. All three wore dangerously-high black pumps.

"What do you mean, by that?" Kyoya stood, as well.

"This swill marrying a fair maiden?" The president of the Zuka Club said with such fervor, in was obvious her acting skills were put into play. "We are dressed as if this is a funeral, to show how this is completely unacceptable."

The trio was confused, when the blonde prince started laughing.

Hard.

Manically.

'He's losing it...' Hikaru's eyebrows raised.

"This is not a joke!" Benio growled, blinking away the momentary distraction.

Tankai's chuckles slowed, and his eyes showed the strangest thing the Zuka girls had ever seen.

The Suoh boy was sad, for once. He wasn't smug, flirtatious, or even holding onto his customary pride.

"You think I'm the one marrying Haruhi?" He grinned crookedly. "You're so close."

"Wait... What?" Hinako's brow furrowed.

"Guess again." Kyoya picked up on the little game his king had laid down. "You're getting warmer."

Benio bristled, "You're saying that Haruhi, my Haruhi, isn't marrying this-"

"No." Mori's tone was deadpan.

They all turned to him, looking him over. Assessing their enemy.

'He's sitting next to her.'

'These older men are sitting on either side of them. Isolating the pair?'

'He's... the groom...'

All three of their heads seemed to make audible clicks, as they all came to the same conclusion.

"Wh..." Benio was at a loss for words.

The quiet one, the one that was the most tolerable, because if he didn't talk, he couldn't say anything bigoted or sexual.

The one they basically ignored, whenever they confronted the Ouran Host Club.

He was the one who was going to taint their little maiden.

Haruhi smiled politely, in greeting. "Hello, ladies. Would you like some tea?" She gestured to the cups sitting on the table.

"Har-" The three females said at the same time, but they all shut their mouths.

"You know," the teenaged bride started to pour tea into a few extra cups, "Mori has five groomsmen, but I have no bridesmaids. I think I'm supposed to have, at least, a few."

Ranka piped up, "I could wear a dre-"

"You have to walk her down the aisle." Akira frowned, holding his ice-filled handkerchief to the welt on his forehead.

"No."

The fathers looked at Takashi, "What?"

Haruhi smiled thinly at her betrothed. "Yes."

"No."

She turned her head, ignoring him, "What sizes of dresses do you girls wear?"

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"I can't believe we're a part of this." Hinako sighed, tugging at the royal-blue dress.

"We're the only ones who know that she's a woman." Benio spoke, wishing she could be clad in trousers.

Chizuru nodded, "That's true, I guess."

A knock sounded on the door, and the president strode over to open it, revealing Kyoya Ootori.

He held an envelope in one hand, and he quickly fixed his glasses with the other.

"What do you want?" She inquired, bitterly. These Hosts were starting to eat away at her patience, causing her to act differently.

"I want," he took a moment to let air whistle through clenched teeth, lenses flashing brightly, "a truce."

He held up the thin parcel, before the females could protest, "In this envelope, is a cheque, to cover any... emotional distress caused by this ceremony." He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You think you can buy us?!" Benio protested.

Chizuru took the packet, and opened the flap, gasping at the written amount, showing the other two.

"It came from my personal account and, someday, I hope you can pay it back, in full." Kyoya ground his teeth, "But, if you find yourselves unable to do so, I can turn a blind eye."

'Are all men this greedy?!' "Of course." Hinako spoke up, before the other two could start attacking him.

Kyoya bowed his head, slightly, and turned on his heel, slamming the door behind him.

"I do all of these types of things, and people still call me heartless..." He chuckled, in spite of himself.

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Yeah, looking back at the last few chapters, sorry about being such a bitch. XD

Sometimes you have to deal with shit, and it just makes you break, ya know?

-D.O.C