Hiya! How is it going, all? I'm glad I have a few people who are reading this :D Your comments and such are much appreciated. Even though I love working on this one, I really should be working on my Furuba one... Heh heh. My bad. Oh well, I'm still getting it done, I just have more motivation for this one (I have lots of not-yet-written ideas floating in my head [one of the more dangerous things of writing] and music is always inspiring). Please continue reading my story as I post it!

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Haruhi was convinced that she and Tamaki had been stuck in the same position for hours. Her arms were so cramped she could no longer feel them. She thought that maybe her back would be forever hunched. It was also very, very, very hot. If they didn't die of heat stroke, they would drown in their own sweat.

It was smelly, hot, sticky and very uncomfortable. It was difficult to bear. It seemed like no one would find them here (where was here?) and they would be stuck here forever. Even if they yelled (that would be loud in the box) no one would hear them, more than likely. The box was made of some kind of metal, not like it mattered.

She was going to die in a box with Tamaki Suoh...

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Haruka trudged down the stairs to the basement begrudgingly. She wasn't ready to let Tamaki and Haruhi out yet (thought they were probably dying) and she didn't want to show the annoying bunch of people that were following her her secret place of match making! This was her secret base, the place where she hung all of the pictures of her successes (all of her gigs were successes) and put all of the books filled with her past plans!

Oh well. Its not like they would read any of her plots; it was all neatly organized in file drawers. They would see her pictures though.. how dreadful. Kyoya would probably know half of the people in her pictures, for shame. She probably should have thought this through better.

Oh well. Maybe this would open the eyes of a certain idiot (cough Hikaru cough) realize that he was in love with a certain someone (cough Haruhi cough). Haruka was observant and smart and could easily read people's facial expressions. Even bland, emotionless Haruhi was as easy as the A B Cs (and, yes, Haruka knew her A B Cs).

She knew that Hikaru was an oblivious idiot.

She also knew that Tamaki was an oblivious idiot (she wasn't even sure if 'idiot' was an accurate word).

She knew that Kaoru was aware, but indecisive.

And she knew that Kyoya was an evil Shadow King.

Only the first three were of help to her. She had a special strategy for oblivious and idiotic people. And, oh, she loved that strategy! She loved how she handled idiots! She loved how idiots responded! She loved it when they got desperate or needy or so in love they couldn't walk without tripping! Oh, she loved dealing with idiots.

And these idiots would fit right up her ally. She recalled her agenda, which she had happily written up after she had met her game players.

1 Play a mini match making game with each player.

2 Announce game to everyone.

3 Choose a favorite.

4 Give pep talks of mass proportion to favorite.

5 Make sure favorite wins.

Of course, number five was less serious and more a joke. Her favorite wasn't going to win, more than likely, but she was always a big fan of the 'under dog'. In this game (it was just a little different than her other games) her favorite would be the most used, but the least loved. The one who received the most pep talks and the most advice, but the one who mattered less in the whole scheme of things.

She hated picking a favorite. She hated choosing the almost automatic 'loser'. She absolutely hated it. She hated seeing the under dog go down in defeat from the 'upper dog'. She hated to see the hurt those under dogs felt when they went down.

That was why she chose them as her favorite, since they needed all the support they could get.

But, back to business... let's see. How was she supposed to open that door again? Oh yeah.

Haruka grabbed the mattress that was lying behind the stairs and dragged it to the place where she assumed was the exit. It was an assumption, of course, since her trap doors were a little dusty and she had never made time to mark the floor where they would fall. It had seemed like a waste of time.

Now she wasn't so sure... if Haruhi got hurt she knew a few people that would kill her mercilessly.

If they could catch her...

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Kyoya waited patiently while Haruka walked around the basement room, preparing to release Tamaki and Haruhi from whatever cage they were in. Hopefully she hadn't wounded them to badly. If she did, she would probably receive the wrath of a certain pair of twins he knew.

And a certain annoying someone that wouldn't stop complaining...

But he brushed this thought off.

He briefly thought about Haruka. He was proud of himself for choosing this match maker; thought she was young, she was very talented and extremely experienced. He trusted her to make the correct decisions. He also trusted her to be able to deal with the spazmatic bursts of depression and self absorption Tamaki expressed and the seemingly uncontrollable bursts of anger that Hikaru sometimes showed.

Though her sanity was definitely questionable...

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Haruhi felt the air around her trembling more than she felt the mettle beneath her fingers and legs trembling. She was too numb to feel much of anything. She had a feeling they were about to be set loose. "B-brace yourself, Senpai." she said weakly. When she got out of here, Haruka was going to get an earful.

After she could move her limbs, that is.

There was a deafening creak of grinding mettle and then the floor dropped out from underneath them...

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Haruka watched as the two very sweaty people dropped out of her ceiling and onto the mattress she had placed for them. It seemed that she had left them in there for to long... oh well. If they couldn't move, she would drop them in the deep end of the pool. They would sink or swim.

She was proud of herself, seeing the position in which she had put them. But, darn it all, one of the twins managed to push her off of Tamaki before she could fall forward onto him (and inevitably, kiss Tamaki. Thus was there position). Darn them.

"Oh, Haru-chan and Tama-chan!" Hunny said in worry as he dashed towards them. "Are you guys ok?"

Tamaki seemed to be unconscious (maybe he had hit his head?) but Haruhi responded. Groaning, she stretched her arms and legs. "I think I'm ok..." she moaned, smiling slightly. "I think I need a bath though..." she shivered a little bit. "Geez, its cold out here."

Haruka was ready to launch into her next plot, using the rebound of her previous scheme as lift. "Shall I show you your room, Haruhi?" her grin was as wolfish as it got.

She was thrilled when a few important characters in her plot paled. So they had found their rooms. Oh for the sheer joy of it! Now they could sweat and fidget as she directed the oh so oblivious Haruhi to her... ahem, their room.

This would be sweet indeed.