Ok, we've reached Chapter 4. I would just like to take this time to thank everyone who has been reading and especially reviewing. Reviews make me so happy. Especially when I wrote something I'm not sure I liked very much and then get replies saying how much someone loved that part. Thank you again.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club... for if I did, I would obviously not be spending my time making my own stories about it.

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The next day was Saturday thankfully. Haruhi was tired from the day before. Although she wanted to sleep longer, she forced herself to wake up and prepare her father his breakfast.

"Haruhi," said her father as he took a sip of coffee, "you must tell me all about last night! Did you get any nice gifts?"

Haruhi yawned and nodded, still half asleep while she buttered her toast.

Her father looked at her expectantly. "Why don't you go get them so I can see!" he said. Haruhi could tell he was very eager and giddy that morning. She abandoned her toast and went into her room to get her gifts. She piled them on the table with care in front of her father. He stared in awe at some of the things she got.

"These are--" she started to tell him who the gifts were from.

"Don't tell me! I wanna guess! Um..." he held up the picture frames, "these are from the twins." Haruhi nodded. "And... is this from Mori?" he asked holding up the journal. Again Haruhi nodded. "It's very nice. And... that thing is from Kyoya." he said pointing to the music box. "It's stunning, but what is it exactly?"

Haruhi explained, "It's a music box. See?" she put one of the songs on to play.

Her father squealed in delight, "How beautiful! And... hmm... didn't that Tamaki boy get you a gift?" he said disapprovingly. He was never overly fond of Tamaki. First impressions leave a big impact on protective fathers.

She smiled and held out her wrist, "I got this bracelet from him."

Ryoji stared at it and started fingering it. "Oh man Haruhi, this is really nice." was all he could say. A clock from somewhere in the house chimed 7:30. He jumped up in surprise and gave his daughter a quick kiss on the cheek, "I'm gonna be late for work. I'll be home around 7, I think. Bye!" With that said, Haruhi was left alone to clean up the breakfast messes and go about her day.

(a little later on)

Haruhi had just finished up the dishes. She had no obligations that day besides go to the store to get dinner items. "Hmm... I should start reading that book for my history class." she thought to herself. She picked up the book entitled "The Prince" (by Niccolo Machiavelli) and laid down on the couch with a blanket and pillow to read.

After about a ten minutes of reading, Haruhi put the book down and sighed. "Ok," she thought to herself, "I made it past the introduction. I'll just take it slow and it'll all be over soon enough."

After ten more minutes, she decided to give up on reading for the meantime. She put the book on the table behind her and rolled off of the couch onto the floor, taking the pillow and the blanket down with her. Sleep soon overtook her.

She had the weirdest dream while she slept...
Kyoya was wearing a dress and making toast in her kitchen. Tamaki was sitting at her kitchen table. Kyoya set a plate the plate of toast down in front of Tamaki.

"You'd better eat up, Dad. Today our little Haruhi's big day!" Kyoya said all motherly.

"I can't believe baby Haruhi's going to be married. I knew she would make a beautiful bride for some lucky man some day, didn't you Mom?" Tamaki replied lovingly to Kyoya while he nodded in agreement.

Kyoya turned to Haruhi and said, "Your brothers are out getting you your dress. They should be back any minute. "

"My-my dress?" Haruhi asked.

"Of course! You broke the last one and now we have an $80,000 dept to the wedding shop." Kyoya-Mom stated.

The next instant, Hikaru and Kaoru barge into the room. They are both wearing black t-shirts with the sleeves ripped off. They had blue jeans with rips and chains dangling from them. They both had tattoos on their shoulders and their hair was very messed up.

Tamaki stood up and placed his hands on his hips, "There you two are. Let's see the dress you got for your sister." he said with a big smile on his face.

"This was the cheapest one we could find." Hikaru said while Kaoru held up a black knee length dress with big puffy sleeves and black fishnet arm warmers. It looked more like a cheap Halloween costume for a dead bride rather than a wedding dress.

Kyoya squealed, "It's so beautiful! Go get it on right now dearie!"

The dream fast forwarded straight to the wedding which was held in the school. Hunny was the priest. He tried to grab Haruhi's bouquet from her. She tugged and tugged at the bouquet, till finally Hunny jumped up and started biting the flowers she still held.

Haruhi yelled, "What are you doing! These are my flowers!"

"It's a commoners tradition! You said so yourself! Bite the flowers!" Hunny said somewhat menacingly while he gnawed on the flowers.

Once all the flowers were gone from Hunny's biting he looked to her and said, "Why haven't you gotten the groom yet? You were supposed to do that a half hour ago?"

Haruhi gasped, "Oops! I forgot!" and she ran out of the room.

She ran up and down the corridors. She went through a door that led straight to Souh mansions dinning room. In the room at the table was a large wedding cake, or really the remains of a large wedding cake. Mori stood next to the table, digging and digging with his hands through the cake and the frosting.

Haruhi didn't stop to think, she started pushing the cake in every direction possible. "What are we looking for?" she asked him.

"I can't find Hunny." he said and pushed more cake around. "I just know he's in this cake somewhere."

"Mori! He's eating my flowers!" she explained quickly.

Mori got up and ran through some unknown door.

Haruhi shrugged and got up, her dress was now covered in cake and frosting. She started running back down the corridor. At the end of the hall she saw someone standing there. She walked down the corridor towards the person at the end. You could see out the windows that it was raining hard. A blast of thunder struck and she started running towards the person out of fear and determination. The thunder was pounding harder and faster now. Lightning was everywhere. She was about to reach the person when he jumped out of the window. Haruhi had to follow them! She jumped out of the window after them, and landed on the grass softly. The person was a man, and he was standing under a cherry tree. Haruhi jumped into his arms and the man said, "It's ok Haruhi. I'll protect you." Hunny was sitting on a tree branch, eating the cherry blossoms. Dramatically he said, "You may kiss the bride."

Haruhi looked up at the man who was holding her, only to be faced with ... Tamaki. Haruhi screamed as loud as she could and collapsed in Tamaki's arms.

She woke up on the floor of the living room, right where she had fallen asleep. Someone was knocking at the door. She groaned and rolled over to look at the clock above the stove. It was already noon. She groaned again and said drowsily to whoever was knocking, "Come in."

The door opened slowly and in walked Kyoya. He took one look of her on the floor, wrapped up in blankets with messy hair and sleepy eyes. "Maybe I came at a bad time." he said and turning around.

"No..." Haruhi said, "Wait. Come in." She sat up and blinked a few times.

Kyoya turned around and took his shoes off at the door. Haruhi forced herself to get up and pile the pillow and blanket on the couch.

"Please sit down. Can I offer you anything to drink?" she asked.

"I'm just fine, thank you." he said while sitting down in an unoccupied seat.

Haruhi stretched and sat a crossed from Kyoya. "What can I do for you?" she asked.

"Oh..." he said, like he forgot for a moment why he was there, "I see you haven't had lunch yet. Mind if I treat you?" he asked.

Haruhi looked at him skeptically, "Why?" she asked accusingly.

"Oh Haruhi, Haruhi." he chuckled, "You think of me as a bad guy. Can't I just do something nice for a friend?"

"Mmm... fine. Where are we going?" she gave in although she was still suspicious.

"Oh I know a place or two." he said while getting his shoes on and moving out the door.

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Well, that is where I will leave it for now. What did you think? Oh, and for those of you who don't know "The Prince" is a manual written by Niccolo Machiavelli (who was Italian). It was written in an attempt to return to politics as an advisor to Lorenzo di Piero de' Medici. It's basically an instruction book on how to become and remain a ruler. Let's just say, even though it is only about 85 pages, it takes a while to read and understand (at least for me). On a different note, I watched some more of the Host Club anime. And I got to a part where Mori does talk. He said, like, two words... but he still said SOMETHING. Alright, read and review!

This is WHPIAR... signing off.