I am well aware of the fact that I haven't updated in a while but I am suffering from writers block. I don't really like this fic as much as my last one but I shall continue because I have a very vague idea where I'm going. The point is, if I seem to be rambling and taking ages to make a simple point, please just bear with me .

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Viva Mori x Haruhi!

Sakura Seraphim

Disclaimer: I didn't create Ouran, nor do I own it. I simply worship it.

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Another ball, another night of forced smiles, clumsy dancing and massive, needless expenditure on fancy decorations and exotic food. Haruhi sighed and leant further back into the shadow of a pillar; skulking in the shadows in the hope of five minutes peace and the chance to try some of the expensive food she'd heard so much about.

Chewing thoughtfully, she surveyed the ballroom from her hiding place in the shadows.

The party was, as always, a huge success. The walls and pillars were strung with beautiful decorations. Not the normal hearts and cupids in tacky shades or red and pink that she had hitherto associated with valentine's day; but tasteful, subtle decorations on the theme of roses. Roses, conveniently not only a universal symbol of love also the signature symbol of the host club, spilled from every balcony and clustered on every table in every shade ranging from deepest crimson to palest seashell pink. Music from an orchestra provided a sweet, lilting atmosphere through which couples danced in the midst of soft laughter and animated conversation.

Of course, such parties counted as nothing more as a business trip for host club members. Although she'd managed to shirk her duties for the past few minutes, Haruhi could see the others hard at work. If you could call it work….

She saw Tamaki whirl a blonde girl under one arm before dipping the furiously blushing girl to the floor with a flourish and an enamoring smile.

She saw Kyouya tilt his head to the side with a reflective look in his eyes and a faint lingering smile on his lips as he made some suitably charming comment that caused the three entranced girls around him to blush prettily.

She saw Kaoru trip and 'fall' on the stairs with a cry, only to be caught and scooped up at the last moment by Hikaru who proceeded to tilt the younger twins chin up to look into his eyes – to the delight of the watching girls.

She saw Hunny whirl around the dance floor with a laughing brunette who clasped his childlike hands in hers. The blonde boy's head barely reached the top of her dress as he looked up at her, wide eyes dancing with laughter.

She examined the crowd impatiently; quickly scanning faces and dismissing them until she found the one she was looking for.

He heart leapt briefly in her chest as she caught sight of the tall, dark-haired boy who was watching Hunny's uncontrollable, spinning progress across the dance floor with a look of faint amusement.

With his loosened shirt collar and unruly shock of dark hair he looked every inch the laid back gentleman as he reclined against a pillar to watch his cousin.

He had as of yet failed to notice the hesitant cluster of girls off to his right. Three pretty girls were gently pushing a fourth forward, whispering and giggling in the blushing girl's ear. With a final decisive shove, the blushing girl was pushed forward before her friends retreated to watch intently from a nearby table.

Mori looked down at the girl with his usual unreadable expression as, her cheeks burning and her hands fidgeting restlessly with her clutch handbag, she mumbled something with her eyes cast to the floor.

Haruhi scowled inwardly as she saw Mori smile graciously and extend a hand to the girl. She knew she had no place feeling jealous of the girl, who was looking at Mori with flushed disbelief. But she couldn't help it. To her surprise she found herself looking the girl up and down, looking desperately for some small flaw to pick on to make herself feel better. No luck there, she thought with a sigh. The girl looked a perfect princess with her elegantly styled hair, her prettily blushing cheeks, her flawless skin, her beautiful dress……

Haruhi leaned further back into the pillar's shadow. And then there as her: the common girl who was so plain and flat-chested that no one seemed to question the fact that she was supposedly a boy; the girl who didn't fit in because she couldn't dance without falling over her own feet, couldn't tell the difference between the different exquisite foods, couldn't even tell the guy she liked that…

A sudden clatter startled Haruhi out of her internal litany of misery and self-pity. In the excitement or maybe shock of Mori's dance acceptance, the girl had dropped her clutch bag, scattering a phone, coins, a couple of scraps of paper and assorted cosmetic items onto the floor.

Perfectly manicured hands flew to her rapidly reddening face as she bent to scoop them up but she was halted by Mori's hand on her shoulder as he smiled at her and bent to pick up her scattered possessions. Clearly embarrassed beyond words, the girl snatched most of her items from Mori's proffered hands before fleeing from him with her friends at her heels.

Haruhi watched as Mori, with a faintly bemused expression, was left holding a few odd coins, scraps of paper and a small bottle of perfume before he set them gently on a nearby table.

A hand clamped onto Haruhi's shoulder, making her jump with a small yelp as she looked around into the seemingly refreshing smile of Kyouya.

"Taking a break?" he enquired innocently.

"Ah…ha…Kyouya-senpai…I was just about to…"

"Oh don't worry about it Haruhi. I'm sure the lovely young ladies who have been requesting your company all night will be content to wait until you're ready." he said cheerfully, making a dismissive gesture with one hand.

Haruhi began to back away from that terrifyingly refreshing smile towards the dance floor, hands held out in a vaguely defensive way.

"Uh…I'll just…Um…I'll be over here.." she finished lamely before disappearing into the crowd.

She'd barely gotten three steps into the crowd before a crowd of girls assailed her.

"Haruhi-kun! Haruhi-kun! Will you dance with me?"

"No! He's dancing with me first!"

"I saw him first!"

Haruhi left the two squabbling girls nose to nose and held her hand out to another, shy looking girl who was hovering at the edge of the group.

"Would you like to dance?" she said hurriedly, and as the girl smiled and nodded, led her onto the floor.

Desperately concentrating on not tripping over either her own feet or her dance partners, Haruhi danced through the crowds. Her dance partner was looking up at her with wide, adoring eyes.

"So…" Haruhi said, awkwardly. "Are you enjoying the party?"

The girl nodded and smiled shyly.

"Yes Haruhi-kun. And I bought plenty of tickets from Kyouya-senpai, I hope I win your kiss." she gushed.

Outwardly, Haruhi smiled happily at her, but inside she grimaced. Damn Kyouya and his stupid funding ideas. Kisses from host club members, he must have been so pleased with himself when he thought that one up… Not that the stall wasn't popular, it had been doing steady business all night with crowds of giggling, hopeful girls.

She also happened to know that Tamaki was hoarding his own stash of tickets behind one of the curtains. Occasionally chasing up the twins when the stole tickets while he was dancing or entertaining.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please."

Kyouya's voice cut through the music and conversation like a knife, causing the audience to turn as one towards the stage.

Heaving a sigh, Haruhi began to migrate through the crowd towards the stage with the other host club members; helpfully propelled along by the twins.

She really did hate Kyouya's ideas…

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Ok, I really am hoping to update this soon but if I don't, please forgive me

I'm finding this more difficult as I don't really like writing all from Haruhi's point of view but it's the only way this is going to work.

Please review, thank you!

Sakura Seraphim.