Thanks to cookie-pocky-strawberry-love and nicluvly for reviewing! And thanks to all who read!
This is a filler/ crack chapter... I only took a few minutes on it so If it's not super amazing... sorry...
Disclaimer: I only own Ouran in my dreams... but in this world Bisco Hatori owns it!
Now on to chapter 7!
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***RANKARANKARANKARANKA*****
"Haruhi you look so cute!" Ranka ran over to his daughter and squeezed her tight.
"Dad, you're...squeezing... Me... Too hard..." Haruhi managed to get out though her father's bear hug.
"Oopsie Daisy! So This is where you work? It's so marvelous!" Ranka cried and began to ohh and ahh at every little thing.
"Dad don't touch that stuff!" Haruhi said, slapping her dad's hand away from a candy apple.
"Why not?"
" I'll have to pay for it later! Just... Just go and I'll call you tonight! Or actually let's go out together tonight!" Haruhi said trying to get rid of her father at all costs.
"No, no... I want to see you work!" Ranka said.
"We're having a party and if my employers found out you were here, I could get fired." Haruhi said, knowing that was not true because she was in dept and could not quit or get fired.
"Ohhh, you must be Mrs. Fujioka!" Tamaki pops up behind Haruhi and holds his hand out to the cross dresser.
"No, actually, I'm MR. Fujioka. Who are you? A pest trying to molest my sweet daughter?" Ranka cries and yanks on Tamaki's collar to make them at eye level with each other.
"Uhh, uhh, no, sir! I am Tamaki Souh, the King of the Host club, if you will." He bows and hold out a hand for Ranka to shake. Ranka stares, slaps Tamaki's hand and begins to pull Haruhi out the door.
"This is a Host club! Haruhi you are quitting right Now! Come on!" Ranka tries to pull his daughter off the door, to get her away from this horrible place, but Kyoya stops him.
"Mr. Fujioka? I think you may have misunderstood. Haruhi is our secretary. She is not a hostess. She was just helping out for today because we were short a hand or two." Kyoya said, pulling most of that speech right out of his butt.
"Oh. Okay. But If I ever hear of you men hurting Haruhi, you will al deal with the RANKANATOR! FEAR ME!" Ranka cries and runs out of the room.
"Sorry. That's my dad for ya." Haruhi faceplams and ties to think of a way to keep her dad from interfering with her work life...
***THE RANKANATOR LIVES!***
That was a short filler/crack/odd chapter that I wrote in a few minutes thank you!
PFB OUT!