A/N I feel bad. I've already broken my promise that I wouldn't wait too long to update, but it's been almost a month! Sorry guys, but you Ouran fans are amazing. I can't say it enough. Can I move to this fanfiction section permanently? Is there water here? And cheese. I like cheese. But, I like torturing you as well, so cliffhangers and more are sure to come :) especially a big one in chapter 7 I believe... This story will go on for longer than you probably think it will. Just letting you know that now. I've read so many (not that that is a bad thing) where the two fall in love and end it with that. This one will have a twist. So hang on to your seats and enjoy the ride.

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"KYOYA!" Tamaki yelled. The music room had somehow magically been cleaned up, so it was back to it's usual pink self, rather than an exotic paradise. "Kyoya! Have you gotten any leads on that scholarship girl yet? I want to meet her!"

Kyoya sighed. "You did meet her. She was the girl I was showing around earlier."

Tamaki blinked and tilted his head in confusion. "Huh?"

"That girl, with the long brown hair, that was Haruhi Fujioka."

"Oh! Wow, she was so pretty! Her eyes were so big, and..." Kyoya tuned Tamaki's swooning out. He began to babble on and on about Haruhi. Kyoya just rubbed his forehead to ease the headache that was already growing.

"So, what have you found out about her?" Tamaki asked, snapping back to reality.

"Besides everything I told you before," Kyoya said, starting to get a little annoyed, "she studies in her free time and claims she doesn't have time for anything else."

"What?" Tamaki pouted. "How boring is that."

Kyoya ignored him and continued to clack away on his pineapple laptop. He gently shut his computer when Tamaki yelled, "HEY KYOYA! I HAVE AN IDEA!"

Kyoya almost jumped out of his chair. "Tamaki," he said ominously, "SHUT UP FOR ONE SECOND WILL YOU?" He took a breath and calmed down for a moment. "Kyoya," Tamaki said cautiously.

"What," Kyoya said, "do you want, you moron?"

"I was just thinking, you know, because she doesn't know how to have fun, we could have a party or something, you know? Like, to get her to have more fun? I doubt she know how, 'cuz she's a commoner and all, but..." He trailed off.

Kyoya, who had not stopped thinking about Haruhi since she'd left an hour earlier, contemplated the idea. He liked the idea of getting Haruhi more involved and having fun outside of school work, but he figured she was not the type to dress up for a party or sit with the hosts for hours after school like all of the other high-class, rich girls enrolled at Ouran. They had nothing better to do, because as long as the school accepted their money, no one cared what grades they got, except for families like his own. He understood what it was like to have little social life of his own, and to spend all of his time studying for tests. However, he had siblings to converse with. He had someone to talk to, but Haruhi was an only child, and her mother was gone, and her father...

Kyoya shuddered. He wanted what was best for Haruhi, so maybe she'd come out of her unsocial shell, but what if she didn't like the party?

And why did he care so much? What if-

"Kyoya! Are you listening?" Everyone else had left and it was now just Tamaki and Kyoya left in the music room.

"Huh? Oh, sorry."

"I asked if you liked my idea. You know, about the party."

All the "what-if's" ran through his mind, but he pushed them away. "Sure," he said. "Let's do this."

The next day, Kyoya regretted everything he told Tamaki. Those "what-if's" came back, and he decided he'd have to call it off. He dialed

Tamaki's number on his cell, and he picked up after only one ring.

"Tamaki," he said tiredly. Tamaki was, of course, bright and cheery even before the sun rose.

"What's the matter Kyoya?" Tamaki asked, concerned. "You sound awful."

"I lost sleep last night, but that is not the point." Tamaki knows Kyoya is not one to be messed with early in the morning, and especially when he didn't get enough sleep. Tamaki learned that lesson the hard way. "I want to call off the party."

"What? Why?" Tamaki cried. Kyoya flinched away from the phone. "Well, it's too late anyway, I've got it all planned out and ready to go. I even hired a special caterer for it!"

"You got that much done already? But you only had this idea last night!"

"I stayed up all night figuring it out."

How could this idiot stay up all night and still be this annoyingly perky? Kyoya screamed silently. He was too late, and everything would

probably come crashing down on him later.

About 3 weeks later

"Why am I here again?" Haruhi asked herself, once again standing outside the host club's doors. She sighed and pushed open the doors without any hesitation. What she saw was yet again above her expectations. This time, the music room was decorated with gold, green, red, and purple banners and lanterns that gave off a soft light throughout the room. Heavy red drapes hung over the windows, and gold trimmed kotatsus were placed evenly apart.

"Ah, Haruhi!" Kyoya said. "Welcome back!"

"Haruhi?" Tamaki's head went up like a dog's on a scent trail. "The new girl?"

"Yes," Kyoya said, "that's Haruhi Fujioka."

Tamaki immediately ran over and almost knocked Haruhi over. He swept her up in a bone breaking hug and said, "Oh Haruhi! You have no idea how long I've waited to meet you!"

"B-but, you saw me last time I came!" she stuttered as he swept her from side to side. He set her down, but she was so dizzy she dropped her bag and almost fell over. Kyoya snickered at Tamaki's dramatic expressions. "How wonderful it is to see a lovely face such as yours in our magnificent host club once more!"

He grabbed her hand and dragged her over to the kotatsu he was sitting at before she walked in and introduced her to the other ladies sitting there. They were all so polite and kind, except one particular girl with long, dark red hair and a stern look on her face.

Kyoya watched Tamaki introduce poor Haruhi to the other girls at the table. His eye was set on one in particular, Princess Ayanokoji. Leaning back against the wall, he folded his arms and watched the table quietly. Tamaki was loud as always, but this princess didn't laugh nearly as much as she had before. He knew something was up, so he kept a close eye on her for the rest of the time she visited.

Kyoya snuck over to Haruhi's bag, which she conveniently dropped on the floor as Tamaki spun her around. He reached inside his little black book and slid out a pink, heart shaped invitation. He hesitated, but slipped it in her bag before she could see and he could change his mind.

When everyone left, Princess Ayanokoji was one of the last to stay. Haruhi and Tamaki continued to talk while she stood, thanked Tamaki for a wonderful afternoon, and headed for the door. Out of the corner of his eye, Kyoya saw her swiftly pick up Haruhi's bag and close the door quickly. He followed her, stopping her at the end of the hallway.

"What are you doing with Haruhi's bag, Princess Ayanokoji?" he said as he put his hand up against the wall to ensure that she wouldn't escape. "I see no reason why you would need it."

"W-what? This isn't my bag?" she said, pretending to act confused and innocent.

"It is not."

"Hmph." She slid the bag off her shoulder and handed it back to Kyoya. She sauntered off down the hallway, pretending like nothing had happened.

Kyoya brought the bag back to Haruhi who thanked him for it. He smiled and closed the door behind her with a thud.

At home, Haruhi dropped her bag and fell down next to it, exhausted. Tamaki sure is a handful, she thought. Something caught her eye from her bag. A pink piece of paper fell out when she dropped it. She picked it up and turned it over. It was bordered with white lace, and on it, written in neat handwriting, read

To Haruhi Fujioka

The Ouran Host Club is sponsoring a party

the evening of February 4th from 7 to 10 pm.

We graciously invite you to join us

for a night of dancing and exquisite food.

The party will take place in the ballroom that night

The Ouran Host Club will be waiting for you!

Haruhi blinked. February 4th was her birthday. She'd hoped that she'd be able to spend it with her dad, but his work schedule was a little mixed up right now, and who knows how long it would take to fix it. She couldn't count on him being there, but she didn't want to promise anything in case he could. She fell asleep thinking about it, right there in the middle of the floor.

When her father came home, he saw her asleep on the floor, and he picked her up to carry her to her futon. The invitation fluttered out of her hand and fell under the table, but Ranka didn't notice.

I had slight writer's block towards the end of this chapter, so I don't know how well it turned out. The rest of it might not be too hard though. I have some exciting plans :)

Hollypaw888: LOL yeah, they do. But, I tried to make the twins obnoxious. I don't hate them at all, in fact I love them! But for this story, they came out as rude :P Sorry fans of the twins!