I was going to update later, but found that I finished this quicker than I thought I would. Anyway, hope you like this!

Chapter Three: Love Letters are the Way to Go

PART B

Haruhi is an unusual girl. It wouldn't do to ask her to be your partner straight out in front of everyone at school because she'll just reject you (unconsciously) for sure. No, you have to get her alone and ask her out seriously. That is the first step. Now, most of the host members know this, because they have known her for at least 1 year already. But who will get to this crucial first step, first?

It was 5pm, and Haruhi had decided to wait near the school fountain just so that she could see what this letter was about. She unrolled the letter and stared at its message again:

DEAR HARUHI, PLEASE MEET ME AT 5PM NEAR THE SCHOOL FOUNTAIN.

"I hope this doesn't get out of hand. I don't want to be involved in anything weird," She muttered. She looked about her. It was quiet and peaceful. She listened to the rushing of the fountain water, and the trilling of birds in the nearby trees. It was the same fountain that she had lost her wallet in, and Tamaki had spent an afternoon with her wading in it to get it out. That was a year ago. No one was with her this time. In fact the grounds were empty of students. It was essentially a perfect romance spot.

Haruhi heard footsteps. Was this the person who had requested to meet her? She craned her neck and strained her eyes. It was hard to see because there were many bushes surrounding that area. She saw the outline of this person grow clear and clearer. It was a male, she guessed. He was wearing the Ouran uniform. He was a bit taller than her. He had hair that stuck up a bit. He was jogging sort of, and she could hear his heavy breathing. The bushes parted and he stepped out.

"Hikaru?" Haruhi looked at him surprised.

"Haruhi!" he somehow looked even more surprised to see her there. "What are you doing here?"

Haruhi blinked. The letter was limp in her hands. "What are you doing here Hikaru? And where is Kaoru? It's unusual to see you alone."

Hikaru blinked at her words. "I'm just jogging…in fact," he scratched his head, "Kaoru wanted me to go out and get some fresh air. He said I looked sort of pale."

"You don't look pale," said Haruhi puzzled. She touched Hikaru's cheeks which were slightly pink.

Hikaru glanced at her. "Well, yeah…what are you doing here?"

"Oh, nothing really. I think I'll go home now." Haruhi glanced at her watch. It was already quarter past. "Well, I'm going this way," Haruhi pointed right.

"Oh ok…I'm going this way," Hikaru pointed left.

"See ya tomorrow." And they both walked off in the opposite direction.

AHHHHHHHHHH Hikaru, you big idiot! Kaoru, hiding behind one of the big bushes a few metres away, was having a mega heart attack. I gave you the perfect chance!!! I purposely typed up the letter and made it plain so that Haruhi would see it and it won't be grated up! And you were supposed to have a nice romantic chat with her! The younger Hitachiin sighed. "Hikaru, you are always so bold and daring with our customers, and with Haruhi when were both stuffing around, but why? Why do you have to be so shy when it comes to being alone with the girl you really like? Maybe you haven't yet realized your feelings…"

Kaoru shook his head and tried to let go of his thoughts. He stared down at the letter in his hands. The love letter for him. He had seen it lying on top of his desk and had picked it up and slipped it quietly into his pocket. True to his words, normally he would have laughed and showed Hikaru who would then rip it up. But this letter was different for two reasons. First it was plain, no pink hearts, nothing that said it came from a rabid fan girl. Second, it had been put on his desk, not in his locker. It was for these reasons that he didn't tell Hikaru. He unfolded the letter and read it again;

I've never had the courage to say my feelings to you. I can't talk and it hurts to keep watching you. Please let me talk to you alone at the school fountain at 5:30PM.

It was simple, and Kaoru liked it. He wondered what sort of girl had written it. He imagined she would be pretty and simple. She would be practical and enjoy being with him. She would have dreamy brown eyes and short brown hair. It would flick over her face and soften her eyes, and her cheeks, and her lips…

"GAH!!!" Kaoru bashed himself on the head. "I've got to stop thinking about Haruhi!" He put the letter in his bag, and pushed his hands deep into his pocket. His watch said 5:24PM, and so he stood up, brushed the leaves off himself, and then proceeded towards the fountains. He didn't have to wait. The person was already there.

Kaoru felt like he had been blown into a million pieces; such was the shock. This person…this person was…

"MORI SEMPAI????!!!!!!"

Startled, Mori turned around stared at him. He stared… and he stared.

Kaoru sipped his coffee and waited for Mori to speak. They had both decided to go to a coffee shop to sort out what had happened. The door bell tinkered as people came in out. In the background, people chattered quietly. Mori stared downwards, his coffee untouched.

"It wasn't meant for you…" he finally said softly. "Hikaru? Kaoru?"

"It's Kaoru. Well, yeah, I thought so," snorted Kaoru. "Who was it for?" he asked curiously. Mori didn't answer. Kaoru looked around the shop idly. "Well," he said, venturing to another topic, "Where's Hunny?"

"He's sleeping," said Mori. Then suddenly he stood up, grabbed the letter and ran out of the shop, muttering that he needed to get back. Kaoru blinked at his sudden departure. "He must have put the letter on the wrong desk…" he thought out loud, "Now who sits next to me in class?" Of course, there was a clear answer to that. It was Haruhi.

"KAORU!!!!" He jumped out of his chair. Hikaru was outside the shop with relief written all over his face.

"HIKARU!!!" Kaoru cried. The brothers ran towards each other and embraced.

"Where were you? I was looking for you everywhere. I thought you said you'll meet me outside the limousine," Hikaru murmured.

"Sorry…" said Kaoru, "You'll forgive me right?"

"Yeah, I'm keeping my promise about the Prom."

"WAAAAAA!!!!" There were a hundred girls in the coffee shop (in disguises) who were disappointed and pleased at the same time.

Hikaru was chuckling. They were seated in the limousine and they were being driven back home to their huge mansion. "Man, Kaoru, all the girls really believe all our acts, don't they?"

"Mmmm…well except for one."

Hikaru was silent. "Are we going to take a girl, this time?"

Kaoru half closed his eyes and steeled himself to reply. "I think you should."

Haruhi was walking home. I wonder who actually wrote that letter. How come they didn't come? It seemed like it wasn't Hikaru. She lifted her bag and rearranged it on her back. Oh well, if they didn't come, I couldn't care less. She reached the door of her apartment and opened the door.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"

"I BELIEVE I AM THE FATHER."

She stopped and frowned. Her father was home early, and he was roaring into the telephone. She dumped her bag to the floor and walked cautiously around the corner. Her dad had a maniacal expression on his face and in his hands he held a letter. It had a peacock feather attached to it.

"ALONE?" Her father roared. Seeing Haruhi, he cupped the speaker, and smiled at her. "Hullo Haruhi darling. I just found this letter in the letter box, and it's from that Host idiot." He turned back to the telephone. "OH NO I DON'T THINK SO, BEFORE YOU CAN SPEAK WITH MY DAUGHTER ALONE EVER AGAIN, YOU MUST PASS THE TEST. I WILL SEND IT TO YOU. THAT IS FATHER'S COMMAND. GOODBYE." Something tinkered in reply. It seemed Tamaki had died on the other side. Ranka slammed the telephone close and gave a satisfactory smile.

"Dad…" Haruhi said exasperated.

Ding Dong

"I'll get it!" her dad said cheerfully. He waltzed to the door and threw them wide open. Through the dim light of the fading afternoon, Haruhi squinted to see who it was.

"Good afternoon, the always beautiful Ranka," someone said.

"Ah," Ranka was delighted. "Come in, come in. Have some tea with us." He stepped aside and let that person in. Haruhi's mouth fell open in shock.

It was Kyouya.

The moral of this chapter (taken from a page of Kyouya's secret notebook): contrary to common belief, love letters never save the day if you are starting a new relationship. In order to tackle the difficulties of a crush, especially when it is Prom time, you must a) say your feelings directly to the girl in question and b) be on friendly terms with the parent. Any idiot should know that.

A/N: Many of you thought Kyouya wrote the letter, and well, that wasn't right. (I didn't purposely do that, it WAS Hikaru from the beginning, well written by Kaoru for his brother).

Anway, don't be disappointed so far the chapters have focused on Tamaki, Haruhi and Kaoru. Next up is Kyouya! Stay tuned,

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