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This chapter is in Hikaru's POV and is based on the song I See Fire by Ed Sheeran for the Desolation of Smaug soundtrack!

After another exceedingly busy day in relation to the host club, I can safely say that I am disgruntled beyond recognition due to Boss being his own obnoxious yet slightly endearing self.

How dare he find it acceptable to flirt with Haruhi in front of me!

She doesn't realise that we often flirt with her, but for whatever reason, I am overcome with rage when Tamaki-sempai shamelessly turns on his unrelenting charm that seems to drive the vast majority of the girls in the club insane with moe.

How dare he exploit Haruhi like that? She isn't a piece of meat who can be effortlessly enticed. She is clever and independent. She isn't going to just fall for the guy who is even more messed up than myself. I mean, he has a few screws loose to say the very least.

And it really conjures a sense of overall fury within me. I may seem jealous. Mainly because I am jealous. I am covetous by nature so certainly this really boils me over to the extent that I can't think straight while I am in the same room as him lest I punch his brains out. But oh no, he wouldn't like that. He would be fearful of the blood stains that would cover his clothing.

Okay, I tell myself, you simply must calm down. This form of resentment harbours feelings of extreme animosity if left to fester.

I absconded from music room number three mere moments after this session of the host club opened to great fanfare. I respect the Lord and everything but he doesn't recognise that I also have amorous feelings towards Haruhi. Doesn't that mean anything?

Why does he always have to take centre stage?

"Hika!"

I glance to my left out of habit, but once when I realise Haruhi is standing before me, I promptly get off the ground, brushing a hand seductively through my hair as if I am simply contemplating the finer details of the universe and not my complicated love life in which I have to compete with the King for the girl who has captivated me from the beginning.

"Umm, yeah? You were going to say something?!" I ask when Haruhi begins to unnerve me as she peers me at me with her big brown expressive eyes expectantly.

What does she want from me? To stand on my head and sing the national anthem (all four lines of it)?

"Hika-chan, are you alright? You have been quite tempestuous as of late… I am getting worried about you. Whenever Tamaki-sempai appears, you promptly leave uttering a mumbled excuse as you do so. You are going to tell me what is wrong lest I bore you to tears in relation to my Japanese history PowerPoint."

Wait, is Haru-chan being playful? I realise that I am quite partial to this side of her. All at once, my wolfish smile is back as my eyebrow quirks upwards in appreciative surprise.

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