A/N: Geh, I feel like eating something sour and sweet. D:

Tamaki 4

Kyouya 5

Hikaru 1

Kaoru 2

Twins 3 (?)

Mori 2

Another A/N: Kyoya is in the lead with Tamaki and the Twins following up close behind, the race for Haruhi heart is never ending, that's why until she will decide I will never. D: Even if Kaoru already confessed to her and she is still pondering Tamaki's kiss, choose darn it! OwO;

Beware Mori OOC-ness, he actually talks!

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Chapter 3

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Sighing with relief, she dropped her bags on the floor of her empty apartment beginning to feel a sense of exhaustion. The purple-eyed blonde from earlier, wore her out. Never has she met some one so energetic (besides her dad), who seems to have the mind of a little boy.

Haruhi still found it odd on how he was talking to that group of girls like he loved them all. Was that allowed? Do people do that in everyday situations? Maybe he was part of that Host Club she heard of… What exactly do they DO in a Host Club…she knows it involves a bunch of girls and a group of guys…Haruhi decided to ask her father later, he knew more about that stuff than she ever would.

The speech from that girl earlier in the library remained in her head as she thought of the handsome blonde. "Rich people have free time. Thus the Host Club was created by 6 beautiful high school students with lots of free time, to serve us females who also have free time"

In definite translation to her, "Six rich bastards who are very bored and spend money on everything and apparently look better than regular people make a club where they blah, blah, blah… "

"No, I shouldn't say stuff like that" Haruhi mumbled to herself slouching as she walked to get changed. 'One of these days I might say it out loud.' She didn't need that kind of attention; the scenario where the commoner hates everyone richer than her because they can afford stuff. Not good at all. The boy, Tamaki she believed his name was, already has an impression of her…as what she didn't know. In fact she didn't want to know.

After changing into her regular clothes, she headed towards the kitchen to prepare dinner for her father when he gets back. When she reached the fridge to check her grocery stock, a fresh note hung on the door with the messy handwriting of her father.

Haruhi, my cute daughter!

Welcome back from your first day of high school!

We must celebrate this event!

Haruhi twitched remembering how the last time they tried to celebrate, her father wanted her to wear a kimono. Must she celebrate; it really wasn't such a big ordeal.

Don't worry; you won't have to dress up this time,

But I think we should eat something special for this occasion!

Your favorite…

"Strawberry cake..?" She read aloud. The last time she had strawberry cake was a long, time ago, how did her father know it was her secret desire beside fatty tuna? As if answering her question, she continued from where she left off.

Of course, I know Strawberry is your favorite! It is my duty as your father to know these things! I did not see you drooling at it on the cooking channel on that one episode…Ah!

I left money on the counter for you to go to the bakery.

I'm sure you remember where the shop is, next to the laundry cleaners?

Please pick out the freshest, delicious strawberry cake there is!

You deserve best!!

I can't wait to party when I get home!

Love, Daddy

Anytime her dad mentioned partying, it usually involves sake, which means; he gets drunk, and he makes a mess in the dining area. Haruhi, who huffed thoughtful, knew ahead of time that she would have to tuck him to sleep, which can be a hassle when he's drunk.

Turning towards the counter next to the stove, sure enough there was a wad of money there by its lonesome. Normally she wouldn't eat sweet food…but she has a special place for strawberries. Pushing up her glasses in determination and not bothering to brush her hair, Haruhi grabbed the money, and went out the doors of her home the second time that day.

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Promenading down to the cleaners, Haruhi followed her nose as she savored the scent she vaguely remembered when they use to wash their clothes at the laundry cleaners. The smell of fresh batches of pastries heightened her senses and she knew she was almost there. Finally she reached an old fashioned looking store that previewed desserts of all delights in the window display, from cookies to cakes to brownies. Knowing staring wasn't going to get her anywhere; she walked into the shop in search of her cake.

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Haruhi tsked as she held a slice of the cheapest strawberry cake. Of course the shop held very rich, creamy cakes, occasionally in the price range of wealthy commoners depending on what you buy. But of course, her father only gave her enough for a slice of cake, in which wasn't big enough to feed both of them. Haruhi then decided she will eat the strawberry while her father can have the cake. It wasn't really a big deal for her; she will have another opportune time some day.

She began to open the shop door only for it to open first and knock the poor girl down, cake, glasses, and all. Unfortunately the cake slice came out and splattered on the wooden floor.

'How tragic' she thought at the ruined dessert. Maybe it would have been better if she made a homemade cake. Ignoring the blood scrape on her elbow from the wood and the startled gasp from the door way, Haruhi picked her self up, picking up her discarded glasses in the progress. They weren't cracked to her relief and she placed them back in their original setting on the bridge of her nose. Only then did she note the figures in front of her.

"Ah. Are you alright?" a deep voice rumbled.

A very tall and stoic looking boy looked down guiltily at her. His dark eyes looked at the slight bruise on her elbow, and then back to Haruhi own doe eyes. Although the boy looked very intimidating from his wild-like hairstyle and penetrating look, she nodded numbly to the handsome person. Nodding back in relief, he began walking away from the scene.

Surprised the rude person left, she noticed another figure of a little blonde boy in front of her who had very large bubbly eyes, and an expression that was a kin to horror, as he looked back and forth from the ruined cake to her. He clutched a stuff rabbit in his hands as his eyes began to water.

Noticing the boys forming waterworks, Haruhi was instantly attracted to his cute charm, and began trying to calm down the boy.

"Now, now it's alright…I'm okay…Haruhi is just a little clumsy" she comforted, as the boy began sniffling. To her surprise the boy held out his stuff rabbit like a peace offering, what he said next even shocked her more.

"Haru-chan! I'm so sorry for your lost, and truly hope you are okay. Please hold Miss Bun Bun for comfort until my cousin return!" the child told her. Haruhi, surprised at the nickname he gave her and unsure of what he meant by lost, took the rabbit while the boy seem to turn hyper. "Mori didn't mean to hit you or your cake! But I'm sure that was just a sample you were taking, ne? I love all types of cake too."

Flowers seem to float around the bi-polar boy as he smiled sweetly at her. The tall boy earlier must be his cousin, was he taking care of this little boy? Why did he leave him with her? Where DID he go? Oh so the cake was what she lost…did he say sample?

"Uhm, it was nothing…but that's okay, I don't really eat sweets that much." She replied silently hoping that she won't make the boy cry again. The boy tilted his head but didn't reply, gazing at her with an un-known look in his eye. Seconds later, the boy known as Mori returned with a bandage, and some ice. Haruhi couldn't hide her guilt as the boy took her elbow and began to treat it; here she thought he abandoned them.

"I'm sorry, about your dessert. The man at the counter told me you just bought it." Mori said as he began wrapping her wound. The little boy once again held that expression of horror.

"Eh!? So that slice was all you…could get!? I will definitely by you a cake for my apologies! Even the smallest cake shouldn't be wasted!" Then the child skipped off towards the counter leaving Haruhi's wide eyesight.

"That's not necessary!" she tried calling to him uselessly. She had this odd feeling that that little boy had something off to him…he seemed…rich. Mori tugged at her elbow, as he patted his accomplishment; before reaching down to clean the remains of the food.

"Don't worry about the price of the cake." He said, gathering the dessert with a napkin in his large hands from the floor. Haruhi had a weird feeling that he too had that aura of being rich but she could be wrong, he WAS cleaning the floor… Still, she couldn't believe he left his little cousin unsupervised. As if reading her thoughts, he stood right up and gave a knowing look…"Ah, Hani also is the same age as me although he looks like a kid, so he can be alone, I'm just here to protect him if any dangers pop up."

Blink.

"In fact he is 17; most people don't know that until they know him." Mori scratched his head. "Ah, I believe he is turning 18 soon though" Haruhi almost fell over in shock that the fact that cute little boy was actually two years older than her. She didn't say anything for awhile gathering all that happened….cute and handsome boys run into her…can afford the price of cake which was way out of her budget…they were both old enough to be in high school…

Hani finally came back with a large white box bigger than himself in his hands. Haruhi, sweat-dropped puddles at the price and size of the cake, wanting to reject the offering right on the scene, if it wasn't for the bright-eyed boy whose grin went from ear to ear. Sighing, for Hani's cuteness made her blush faintly, she gradually took the cake and returned the rabbit back to its owner. She was so sure the almost-a-man in front of her was a little boy, and didn't say anything to be ruse about the situation to embaress her self further.

"Uhm, I can't really accept this..." she tried.

" It's a gift, Haru-chan! We ruined your cake after all." Hani replied, twirling out of sheer cuteness. If she argued anymore, she knows she will never get home, so she bowed carefully so that the box stays in her grip.

"Thank you…very much for the cake, I'm sure we will meet again at Ouran…" Haruhi stopped in mid sentence. Why did she think they went to Ouran?

"Ah."

"Neh, Haruhi, how did you….wait…" The blonde boy stopped as if it just hit him before out-bursting. "YOU'RE THE LEGENDARY COMMONER?! Waii!! Is it true you have super powers and had to battle mean rich old guys in order to get in the-" Mori clasped his hand over the boys mouth. The brunettes wonder in amazement if rich people not at the school knew of her and how many stories did they come up with, before shaking it off realizing they just want to alternate the story to their own amusement….bastards.

"Mm, Hani don't we have to buy cake for the club? And Haruhi needs to go." He interrupted removing his hand. Haruhi realized that her father was probably at the house right now looking for supper, that or ordering take out.

"Awwww, I'm sorry Haru-chaaaan! Since we go to the same school you should come visit our club sometime, it's really fun!" He started walking away, Mori in pursuit. Haruhi took this sign as to get out of the store; she didn't need any more events popping up with boys from Ouran, one from each year with that said. "Oh Haru-chan?!"

Haruhi looked back once more as she held the door mid-way open.

"You look very, very pretty without your glasses." Mori nodded in agreement. Blushing, Haruhi simply couldn't form out words as she watch the two walked deeper into the shop.

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