Disclaimer- I lay no claim to any of the Ouran Host Club characters. Bisco Hatori owns them all!

Note: I do, however, own Moriko. My friend owns Mizuki(formerly known as Mizu).


"And now," The lady from before said with a strong voice to the crowd that had gathered around the stage, "I present to you a love story between a princess and her servant."

The woman left the stage and the curtains opened to see Moriko sitting at a table, writing something down on a note pad. She sighed heavily and turned to look out the window, which was a prop set up at the back of the stage. A young man walked onto stage and slammed a book on the table, shocking Moriko.

"Masako-hime, stop daydreaming." The man said politely.

"S-Seiichi-kun…" Moriko stammered. "What are you doing here?"

"I have some news for you." Seiichi replied, looking somewhat sad. "The man who is to marry you has arrived."

"Did you see what he looks like?" Moriko asked, getting a bit too close to Seiichi's face. "Was he nice? Did he look positively hideous? What does he smell like? I bet he doesn't smell or even look as nice as you."

"C-Calm down, Masako-hime." Seiichi said as he blushed a bit and stepped back from Moriko. "He doesn't look half bad, but I wasn't close enough to tell. I only heard your father talking to him about the marriage."

Moriko sighed again and sat back down. Seiichi quickly sat in font of her and patted her on the head. She looked up at him and then jumped at him with a hug, tears in her eyes. Seiichi wrapped his arms around her and placed his chin on top of her head.

"Seiichi-kun," She managed through the tears. "I don't want to marry anyone but you."

"I'm sorry, Masako-hime." Seiichi replied. "You'll have to marry him. If you don't, your father will grow suspicious and then we'll be found out. For now, just deal with it and I'll think of something."

The door to the room, which was also a prop and located to the left of the stage, began to open. Seiichi and Moriko released each other quickly and moved away from each other. An older looking man, presumably Masako's dad, stepped into the room, a polite looking man following behind.

"Masako, this is Toriyama Yuuta." The older man said. "This is the man you will be marrying."


The play went on for about ten more minutes before the curtains closed and the lady from before came back out. She smiled as the audience clapped.

"Thank you for watching today's presentation." She said loudly. "We hope that you come back next Saturday around the same time and catch the end of this story. Have a good time."


A/N: Seiichi belongs to me, too, but that's not his real name. You'll find out what it is in the next chapter.