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Will Haruhi ever get them out of the store? Will they ever host in this story?

Disclaimer: I only own Ouran in my dreams... but in this world Bisco Hatori owns it!

Now on to chapter 5!

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Half an hour later, Haruhi managed to get the men, and Renge too, back into the limo without having them go though every little thing in the store, though many questions went unanswered ("So if you have double coupons do you have to have two of the same items?" "They make melon flavored crackers?" "Where's the bathroom?" "This ramen is so cheap, how is that possible?"), and a few pickle jars were left broken in isle three, the eight of them make it into the limo in one peice with the groceries taking up two whole seats.

"I'm telling you, Commoner's coffee is really good! It's also really cheap! 300 yen for 100 grams is insanely cheap!" Renge shook Hikaru's shoulder furiously, yelling her head off.

"Okay, okay, otaku. You don't have to make me deaf to get your point across." Hikaru said, sliding down to sit next to Haruhi who was still wobbly from Renge's shaking her arms. Haruhi took one little look at him before sighing deeply and closed her eyes again and started rubbing her temples again.

"I never knew pocky was so amazing! It's almost better than cake, Haru-chan!" Honey exclaimed munching on strawberry pocky.

" Why is she here again, Haruhi? I never said she was going to come to work with you." Kyoya said, playing with his smart phone.

"Can we drop her off? Then I can get my own clothes and my other things." Haruhi said, momentarily looking up at them before going back to rubbing her temples.

"What's so wrong with having another lovely lady join our party?" Tamaki said gesturing to Renge.

"You are still the phony prince, and you always will." Renge says and watches as Tamaki goes into his corner of woe (or the very back of the limo.)

"Fine, she can stay, but if she goes all otaku, Haruhi, you are taking her home." Kyoya said wearily, like a person asked to work Christmas Eve.

They all felt the car coming to a stop and got out to see what the sudden stop was about. When they got of the car, five people deadpanned. They had stopped at a cake shop. They all knew Honey adored cake. Why oh, why were they here? Honey could consume the amount of cake in that puny bakery in a day. They still went inside anyway. Kyoya walked up to the jolly owner with a fat smile, and when Kyoya finished talking the man wasn't smiling anymore

"You want HOW many? In three days? It can't be done!" he cried

"Unless you want to lose your business I suggest you get right on this order." Kyoya motioned for all of them to follow him out, and so they did.

"Um, Kyoya, what was that for?" Haruhi said as her vision was finally beginning to stop spinning. It stopped and then started to spin even faster. Haruhi felt a migraine coming on and it was only noon. These people were taking a toll on her heath and well being as well as her life.

"I heard from a client that that was the best place for cakes, why not try it?"

"Yeah, those are supposed to be the bestest cakes in Japan!" Honey sempai said.

"Okay, fine, but what's next? Doesn't this club have a meeting anytime soon?" Haruhi asked trying to her best to sound interested. Her Head pounded with the potholes they passed over and with each word spoken, her head screamed in pain for quietness.

"Yeah we do today. It's our first since high school." Kaoru said quietly.

"Oh no, don't tell me, you guys are still hosting? " Haruhi said, "Are the girls still yelly as they were before? If they are, I cannot deal. My head kills."

"We don't know. And for this host club you don't have be an Ouran student, we cater to the high class society of Japan." Hikaru said, "You know Haruhi, you don't look so good. Are you okay?" Hikaru said looking as her face went from rosy to pale green.

"No, I'm-" and before another word was said, she used Hikaru's shoes as a alternative barf bag.

***Barfbagbarfbag*

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I-I ruined your shoes!" Haruhi cried as Hikaru removed his liquid covered shoes from his feet and threw the out the window.

"You did, but those were getting worn anyway." Hikaru said brushing off the shoes matter; he had 13 pairs in other colors at home. "Are you alright? I think your health is a little more important than shoes."

"I think. Renge never shake me like that again." Haruhi said, chugging down a water bottle to drown out the taste of her sushi she had yesterday.

"Are you sure? Do you want to rest?" Tamaki was over his episode and he was now on the other side of Haruhi.

"What kind of employee would I be if I lied down on the job? Especially on the first day." Haruhi said weakly, trying to laugh but only causing a coughing fit.

"A smart one, since you are sick." Mori said, actually speaking for once today.

"No, I'm fine, I'm not sick." Haruhi said, and Renge knew when Haruhi was like that nobody would get her to change her mind.

"But you threw up on Hika-chan's shoes; only people who are sick throw up, Haru-chan." Honey said, totally for getting the mass amount of pocky.

"Don't employers want people to work? Any way I feel fine now, why does it matter so much?" Haruhi said, glaring at the six men in the car.

We care because you interest us. You actually make work fun, and you're not an idiot with a pretty face, like most girls we deal with." They all thought silently before finally giving in to the brunette.

"Fine, Renge, if she upchucks again, please take her home." Kyoya said, trying not to care.

"Yes, sir, Shadow King!" Renge saluted the young man in glasses as the car came to an abrupt stop.

"Let's host!" Tamaki cries and charges towards the building, with the rest not far behind.

**YAY, HOSTING!**

Did you like it? Sorry Hikaru threw shoes out the window, he should know better. (even if he did know better I bet he still would have thrown them out the window anyway.)

I have a poll on the pairings, if you want any... or if you don't.

Happy July 13th, Internet peoples!,

PFB OUT!