A/N OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU PEOPLE. I posted two chapters in 2 days and how many reviews did I get? Thank you all so much! No one ever reviews my other stories, but that's okay. Those are older ones I am planning on maybe rewriting them. But, if you like One Piece, Fullmetal Alchemist, Mortal Instruments, or Fairy Tail, I would be extremely happy if you would check them out. You Ouran fans are amazing! But seriously, you should see my email inbox...

And now, for Chapter 3.

"May I have this dance, Haruhi?"

"H-huh?" Haruhi stuttered. She looked up frightenedly to see a tall, dark haired man with glasses that glinted evilly. She noticed his eyes had a manipulating shine in them, one she'd seen before.

"Oh, I don't bite." Kyoya Ootori smiled softly. "Please Haruhi? It's just one dance."

She sighed. "Oh, alright. But only because I'm bored."

Kyoya smiled at her. He led her out into the center of the room and took her hand. His hand was soft, but firm as he led her around the floor.

They moved slowly back and forth, letting the beat guide them. Haruhi concentrated on not stepping on his feet, finding that she wasn't too skilled at dancing. She stumbled into Kyoya, but he caught her before she fell. Haruhi looked up at him with mixed emotions just as the song ended. Kyoya just chuckled.

"My, that was fun, wasn't it?" he said, smiling softly.

Haruhi looked away quickly. She trudged off the floor, aware she'd made a fool of herself in front of the third son of the Ootori family. Kyoya followed her back to her little corner on the bench, and sat down uninvited next to her. She felt uncomfortable in his close presence, but she couldn't very well get up and leave, could she? They sat and chatted idly for the rest of the night.

"What do you do during your free time, Haruhi?" Kyoya asked curiously. He leaned back against the window and tipped his head toward her.

"I study, usually. I don't really have time for anything else." This statement intrigued Kyoya. He gave Haruhi his full attention.

"Why don't you drop by the host club now and then? We can guarantee a good time. It would be a good break from all that school work."

"Oh, I don't know. It never really seemed like my thing."

"Please, I insist." He leaned closer toward her.

"I really don't like that kind of thing. All you guys have to do is fool around for hours on end while maybe I have something more important to do."

Silence followed.

"I'm sorry, that was uncalled for."

"No, you have a point. But, that doesn't mean you can't drop by once or twice to have a little fun. You can't study for the rest of your life, can you?"

"I can. And I will. I don't need some ridiculous host club to help me have fun."

"What do you want to be, Haruhi? Where do you want to go in life?"

Startled by the sudden change in topic, Haruhi stuttered, "A-a lawyer, I guess."

"You guess. Hmm. Well let me tell you something. Even lawyers have to relax once in awhile, so why not start now? You can study any other time you want, but we love to see new faces in the host club now and then."

"Why? It's just a waste of time!"

The hall seemed to get a little quieter after that outburst, but it might've just been her imagination.

Kyoya just looked at her, smiling slightly. He tipped his head, offering a nonverbal question.

Defeatedly, Haruhi agreed. "Fine. Just to get you off my back." She picked up her silver purse and stood up to leave. She paused while walking away to turn back and say, "Because after all, I don't like being stalked all the time." And with her final statement still ringing in Kyoya's ears, she left the hall without another word.

Kyoya thought that what Haruhi said was really fascinating. She clearly had a lot going on, a lot to think about. The two of them really couldn't have been all that different, but Kyoya felt something about Haruhi he never felt before. He didn't realize why he cared so much, because what started as an order from Tamaki led to this, and he wasn't sure what was going to come from it.

"I can't believe I let him convince me to come here," Haruhi said to herself. The final bell to end the classes rang just over five minutes ago, so when she pushed open the doors to the abandoned music room, she was quite shocked. The first thing she noticed was that the music room didn't look anything like what she'd expected. She thought it'd be the same as the rest of the school, pink with white trim around the edges of the walls. Instead, what she found was a jungle, literally. There were trees, live trees, in the room, and exotic plants hung from the ceiling.

Brightly colored birds flew around her head loudly. The second thing she noticed was that, despite being a music room, there were no instruments anywhere, but instead were tables and couches everywhere. The final thing, the room was packed. Half of her year must've been there, and that was only a fraction of the girls in that room.

Haruhi stood frozen at the door, staring at the organized chaos that was the host club. That was, until, Kyoya appeared next to her, pushing up his glasses and his black book opening.

"How might the host club entertain you this afternoon, Miss?"

Haruhi's words stuck in her throat. "I... uh... huh?"

Kyoya looked up from his scribbles. "Oh, Haruhi Fujioka! How wonderful to see you here at last."

"It was only a week ago you invited me here."

"Ah, yes. You should not dwell on trivial details such as that," Kyoya stated. "Come, I will guide you."

"Are there always this many people here?" The words slipped from Haruhi's mouth before she could stop them.

"There are usually very many, but since today is the last day before the winter holidays, many girls wanted to come visit for one last time before next semester. That is why we've chosen this summery theme, to warm guests up during the cold, winter months."

Haruhi just nodded. Kyoya led her toward a table where a certain blond haired host was dramatically fussing over a dozen yellow-clad maidens.

"This is Tamaki," Kyoya introduced. "He is the most popular host, and apparently, our king."

Haruhi noted the slight hint of disgust in his voice, and couldn't refrain herself from letting out a small snicker. Tamaki, oblivious to Kyoya's snide comment, grabbed Haruhi's hand and began an obnoxious monologue which Haruhi tuned out. She noticed he was rather good looking, and his eyes sparkled when he looked into hers. He was nothing special, just another princely character in some ridiculous fairy tale. But in the tale of Haruhi's life, he would be nothing but the jester.

Kyoya led her over to the red-haired twins after Tamaki reluctantly let go of Haruhi's hand and turned back to his patiently waiting guests. The twins also had a fair amount of guests, but they seemed to pay no attention to them. Instead, their attention was on each other.

"Oh, Hikaru, why must you embarrass me like that in front of all these people?" Kaoru whined.

"Come on Kaoru, you never act like this at home when we play all those games together," Hikaru said, pulling Kaoru's chin up to face him. Haruhi gagged at their shameless demonstration. She quickly turned away, but they somehow appeared next to her on either side and turned

her back around.

"Oh, so even the quiet girl comes to the host club," Hikaru smirked.

"Even she can't get enough of us," Kaoru followed. They both laughed.

"Leave me alone," Haruhi said. "Why are guys like you even in a host club?"

"Because we're beautiful."

"Charming."

"Popular."

"Smart."

"Rich."

Haruhi scoffed, and Kyoya took that as an excuse to leave the twins laughing behind them. He apologized for them, but Haruhi said nothing. Kyoya led her over to their final stop, where she noticed there seemed to be an abundance of... cake.

"These are our two seniors," Kyoya said, and gestured to each of them in turn. "Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai. You may refer to them as such."

Haruhi smiled. Honey-senpai was so cute, and small for a senior. When he laughed and talked with his hosts, she couldn't help but notice how the adorableness drew every girl in. But Mori-senpai was the complete opposite. He sat quietly, watching the little blonde giggle and stuff his face with cake. Mori almost seemed kind of dark. Haruhi could sense something about him that indicated he was not one to be messed with.

Haruhi walked away, toward the door and ducking under some low hanging plants. Kyoya smiled at her and held the door open for her. "You are always welcome any time, Haruhi."

"Thanks, Ootori," she said.

"Please, call me Kyoya."

"Kyoya," she tried. It seemed strange, calling him that. She smiled, and walked out into the cool, dry hallway. Her head was spinning. Was the host club always so chaotic?

Was that long enough? I don't know, it seems like everyone else's chapters are super long.

Congratulations to dancingfingers for guessing correctly who the mysterious stranger is!

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