Couldn't resist when I saw this challenge... six little, probably poorly written drabbles. Enjoy!

Rules:

1. Put your Winamp/i-Tunes/Windows Media Player on shuffle.

2. Click next for the first challenge.

3. Write a drabble of a pairing that suits the song title.

4. You can only write the drabble until the song ends. When the song stops and changes to next song, you must stop writing and write another drabble that suits the new song.

5. Do this for 6 songs, and good luck.

1) Photograph - Nickleback

Haruhi laughed and slid the picture across the table. "Do you remember that, Kyouya? You look so angry!"

Kyouya twitched slightly. "If I recall correctly, they glued my laptop to the ceiling. Of course I was unhappy."

"Those morons," she chuckled. "It was fun though. The Host Club, I mean..."

"You used to hate it," Kyouya pointed out.

Haruhi shrugged. "That was before I knew you all. It's funny, but I was probably the most prejudice of everyone. I thought just because you were rich... well, it's in the past now."

"It isn't gone, Haruhi," Kyouya stated. "We're all still here."

"True," she agreed. "You're all here. You most of all."

"Yes," he agreed, and leaned across the table, pressing his lips to hers. The photograph drifted to the floor...

2) Sanctuary – Utada Hikaru

Everything came to a halt in that one moment as his arm curled about her, his face buried deep in her hair. The thunder faded into a dull roar, the lightning was suddenly overwhelmed by something brighter and far more startling.

Haruhi swallowed hard, her eyes drifting towards the man beside her, his eyes closed, his breathing slow. The heat passing between them was almost unbearable. What was the word for such a feeling? The way the world glowed, the way her mind burst with snowy wings and lazy waves? Where was the fear? The ache?

Gone. Everything was gone. Everything but him. The storm was nothing to this. Nothing could touch her. Not in the arms... of her sanctuary.

3) 4ever – The Veronicas

Haruhi grabbed ahold of his hand and dragged him through the crowded street. Kyouya sighed and followed miserably. Honestly, he didn't see what the appeal of this festival was. It was so loud and noisy, and smelt of burnt food.

"Kyouya, look!" Haruhi said, pointing to a large stand. In an instant, she had vanished, and returned moments later carrying a plate of fried dough balls. "Try one!" she said cheerfully.

For her sake, he restrained his vomit.

"Why do you like this food?" he asked. "It's terrible for you."

She smiled. "Well, no one lives forever, right?" she asked.

He thought about that for a moment. "True," he agreed, and took her hand in his, leading her deeper into the night.

4) Headlock – Imogen Heap

"And that is your excuse for not wanting to date?" Kyouya asked, the corners of his mouth twitching upward.

Haruhi frowned at his amusement. "Yes," she replied indignantly.

Kyouya sighed. "To avoid complications? Haruhi, complications arise from everything. Just because you refuse a boy does not make him any less interested."

"But, Senpai, sometimes I just don't know," Haruhi admitted. "I feel... pressured in so many directions."

"Then I'll just apply the pressure in the proper place," he replied. "In my direction. If your heart is to be caught in a headlock, I plan to emerge the victor."

"I was afraid you'd say that," she sighed.

5) One Girl Revolution - Superchick

Kyouya stared after her, his insides in shock.

Everything about her was so perfectly... ordinary. Brown hair, five foot two... not stunning, though by no means unattractive. Busy, disinterested. Focused on school. Not remarkable in any way. Just there. Honest, and ordinary. Like wallpaper.

So, he had to ask himself, how had someone so ordinary reduced Japan's most eligible bachelors to jelly in mere months?

6) Typical – Mute Math

There was no shame in dreaming, right? Sure it was unrealistic, but everything seemed unrealistic, given that she was a nobody, from an unrecognizable family.

And yet, she had attended Ouran, achieved the much sought after scholarship position. She had graduated top of her class. She had been accepted to a prestigious law school and now she was one of Japan's most desired lawyers.

Nonetheless, in all honesty, those accomplishments fell short in light of this one; the thing she had done that no other could.

She was marrying Ohtori Kyouya.

That was anything but typical.