The girl's jaw dropped. "In marriage?!" She practically shouted, prompting a few baffled guests to turn and stare. Her face heated up like a ripe Summer tomato. "You can't arrange marriages, can you? That's terrible! I thought there was a law against that." She hissed through clenched teeth, trying to keep her voice down.

"Yes. In marriage. And it's not uncommon for couples in wealthy families to be wedded in arrangement made by their gaurdians."

"So, what, you're just asking me to marry you? That's it? No way!"

"Don't be absurd. My father informed me that he'll be visiting the school in a matter of weeks to see me propose - in front of quite an abundance of people."

Haruhi felt like she was going to pass out. "Can't you just say no?"

"If I'd like to be disowned, then yes, I could decline."

"Ugh!" The girl groaned.

"But there's also something else I'd like to tell you."

"And what would that be? Your father wants grandchildren?"

"Heavens, no. I just wanted to inform you that Tamaki-sempai's father wishes the same for him."

"Both of your dads want their sons to marry me? Why?!"

"Well, you've proven yourself to be quite the catch, Miss Fujioka."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're on the honors list in an elite private school, and this is the only scholarship that has been obtained in several decades. It's quite astounding."

"Thanks, Kyouya, but I'm not going to-" Haruhi began, only to be interrupted by the pattering of running footsteps. She was getting a bit tired of being interrupted all the time.

"Haruhi!" Tamaki shouted, pulling her abruptly by the arm and dragging her from the room.

"Senpai, what are you doing?!" She demanded, before being pulled into a suffocative embrace.

"I'm so sorry, Haruhi! I didn't ask for this, I'm not sick, I swear! Can you somehow find it in your heart to forgive me?!"

There was a dreadful silence ensuing, the only noise coming from Suouh's pitiful whimpers. "Haruhi?"

He let go in a confused manner, leaving the girl gasping for breath. "I completely understand if you don't want to marry me!"

She coughed. "Good, because I don't."

Tamaki looked a little crestfallen. "Really? I mean, this is all coming at once, maybe we should give it a little time to marinate."

"This isn't lunchtime, Senpai. I know what I want, and It's certainly not getting married to my best friends."

"I just- Wait, friends?" He inquired, question the plural.

"Kyouya asked me too."

Tamaki laughed. "Oh, that's a relief! Now I know I won't have any competition." he stood up a little straighter, only to almost immediately slouch back down in embarrassment. "I mean, if I even wanted to, that is. Unless you want to. In which case I would do anything to please my Haruhi! Even if it means marriage!"

Haruhi cocked an eyebrow. "I'm not marrying either of you guys." She retorted sharply, a little annoyed.

"Fujioka. May I have a word?"

Tamaki spun around hastily, shooting an odd look at Kyouya. "Only if I'm able to come along!"

"Oh, brother.." the girl murmured, following Kyouya to a more private area of the music room. The blonde host stuck to her like glue.

When they arrived, Kyouya began by notoriously pushing his glasses up. "My father has come here quite unexpectedly. And he would like to meet with you briefly."

As if on cue, the dark-haired and slightly more ominous version of an older-looking Kyouya stepped through the large doors parallel to the nearest wall.

Tamaki looked frightened, color draining from his person as if he'd seen a ghost. "On Second thought; I think I'll wait outside."

the Suouh and Ootori family had been feuding more recently about the vendetta having to do with Haruhi. So Tamaki easily suspected he would not be welcomed warmly.

"Miss Fujioka. I have heard great things about you." He began, smirking slightly. The glare from the sun through to open window shone off his thickly-framed glasses; making it hard to read his eyes. It seemed to be the only affectionate or caring notion he could muster at the moment.

"Greetings. And thank you." Haruhi replied politely, feeling her skin crawl with small goosebumps The way he loomed over her like a vulture stalking prey was more intimidating than you might think. Kyouya gave off that sort of impression when the brunette had first seen him, too. It must be an Ootori thing, she thought.

"I take it you've heard the news?" The man continued.

"News?" The girl responded a bit dumbfoundedly, hoping it wasn't the 'news' she'd just been told of.

"You and my son are to be wedded soon."