Author: recently rewatched one of my favorite shojo's, Ouran High and it reinstated my love of Mori and instantly…my creativity kicked in and made a new OC. However, a few days later, my roommate's doggo passed away and there went my will to write. It's been really hard to want to write. But I really wanted to thank all of you for your reviews/favorites/follows, and I hope you enjoy my new fanfic!

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" Excuse me…" A eighteen year old girl with long, waist length black hair and deep set purple eyes said as she paused outside of a large building that resembled a mix between a palace and a university.

She wore a slim-waisted maroon jumper, topped by a 3/4 sleeved white-and-maroon nautical style blouse adorned by an elaborate ivory bow.

" Would you be so kind as to direct me to Music Room 3?" She asked as she paused beside a group of girls wearing a similar yellow dress.

" Oh! Are you referring to the Host Club?" One girl asked.

" Ah-"

" Yeah, of course she means the Host Club!" A second girl chimed in excitedly. " Tamaki will be thrilled to know that the Host Club is receiving guests from other schools!"

" Just follow us, we were about to head that way ourselves!" The third said. " Right this way."

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So this is where the Host Club is. The black haired girl thought as she paused before the door to Music Room 3. I'm not sure if I should go in…he might be busy.

CREEEEK!

" Welcome beautiful princesses!" A cheery male voice called as the doors to the room swung open.

" TO OUR HOST CLUB!" A chorus of male voices followed.

The group of girls squealed excitement before rushing into the room.

Are they really that popular? The black haired girl thought as she took a step into the room.

Her eyes widened at the scene before her.

The entire room was designed to resembled that of a medieval ballroom.

Everywhere she looks were suits of armor and magnificent sculptures.

Flowers and vines adorned the walls.

The beautiful tapestries that hung elegantly from the ceilings above exquisite feasting tables were emblazoned with the family crests of the members of the Host Club.

The girl's purple eyes drifted across the room, flicking from club member to club member to club member, taking in all the details of their costumes.

Her eyes landed on one club member in particular.

He was an imposing figure with lightly tanned skin that gave him a wild appearance. Though he was sitting she knew he was very tall and had a slightly muscular build.

His spiky black hair only accentuated his dark grey eyes that whenever she gazed into them she only seemed to get become lost.

" Good afternoon, Miss."

The girl jumped at the sound cool male voice off to her right.

She turned to see a teen boy with short black hair that is parted to the carefully styled and brownish-grey eyes.

He was tall, thin and wore slim, rimless glasses that gave him an aura of smugness. In his hands he held a clip board and a pen, poised to take notes.

" Ah…hello?" She said, her voice shrinking slight at the thought of being caught looking at the Host Club.

" I must admit that we've never had a guest from Lobelia before." The boy said adjusting his glasses calmly. " As a matter of fact, our group and the students of Lobelia don't often get along."

The girl didn't know what to say.

She had heard the gossip about the rivalry between the members of Ouran High's Host Club and Lobelia's Zuka Club.

Something about Amakusa Benio wanting to steal away a member of the Host Club for herself.

It didn't make sense to her though.

Most, if not all, of the members of the Host Club were male and members of the Zuka Club, Benio in particular, despise men.

Not that she cared, though.

Now that Benio had a new play thing to occupy her time, she was leaving her alone.

" Do you by chance have a preference, madam?" The boy asked her, pulling her from her thoughts.

" P-PREFERENCE!" She squeaked, her face reddening instantly.

" For a host for your visit today." The boy said, his eyebrow raised in confusion.

" What makes you think that I have a pref-" Her eyes drifted towards the grey eyed host dressed in a dark blue tunic and black trousers.

Seeing him dressed like that, her heart fluttered uncontrollably.

" I see you prefer Mori-senpai." The boy said noticing where her eyes had drifted. " He's rather popular with our guests so I will need to inform you that there will be a bit of a wait."

His words instantly caused her heart to sink like a lead weight.

" Takeshi's really that popular?" The girl asked, her purple eyes showing the hurt that her face tactfully hid.

NO MAN WILL WANT AN EMOTIONAL WOMAN AS HIS BRIDE!

Those words thundered through her mind like a bull in a china cabinet.

Takeshi? The boy with the clipboard thought, suddenly taking an interest in the girl before him.

Very few people referred to Morinozuka by his first name.

This girl must be someone of importance.

" I'm sorry for being late, Kyoya-senpai!" A calm yet slightly exasperated feminine voice from behind her said.

" Not at all, Haruhi, we only just started." Kyoya said calmly. " You still have time to change."

The girl turned to see a small framed individual with cropped brown hair and large, shiny brown eyes.

Haruhi? The purple eyed girl thought, tilting her head to the side. Fujioka…Haruhi? Is this the…person…that Benio is obsessed over?

" Oh hello!" Haruhi said flashing a earnest smile towards the girl. " I hope you will enjoy your visit with us today."

" Oh…well thank you, however, I will not be staying long." The girl said quickly, her hand darting into her bag. " I just came by to drop off the tea you ordered."

" Tea?" Kyoya said in confusion as the girl handed him a box of various amounts of blended tea.

" From Haga Corporations…" The girl said, her manicured browed at his reaction. " I apologize, my father informed me that the Ouran Host Club placed a-"

" You are Haga, Himawari." Kyoya said, quickly masking his surprise.

" Yes…and I take it that you are Ootari, Kyoya." Himawari said calmly, nodding her head respectfully to him.

" And you must be Fujioka, Haruhi." She said now offering a respectful nod to the small brunette.

" You know who I am?"

" Unfortunately for you, Amakusa Benio seems to be slightly obsessed with you as of late." Himawari said, offering Haruhi a sympathetic smile.

" You know Benibara?"

" Unfortunately." Himawari said, inwardly groaning at the nickname of the Zuka Club President.

" Hey, what's a Lobelia girl doing here?"

Himawari jumped at the sound of unison male voices said from her left.

Looking up she saw two twin males with short, somewhat messy auburn hair and amber colored eyes which were accentuated by their white face paint.

The two of them wore matching jester costumes, complete with bell bedazzled hats.

" Are you here to kidnap Haruhi for that crazy Zuka Club of yours?" One twin asked.

" What?" Himawari gasped, her eyes wide.

" Hikaru! Don't be so rude!" Haruhi said noticing how Himawari's eyes kept flicking to where Mori was sitting. Easily noticing the small amount of hurt that flashed through them as she watched him smile at several girls fawning over him.

" Come on Haruhi, don't be so naive!" Hikaru said brazenly. " When has a Lobelia girl ever come to the club for our services before?"

" Hikaru does have a point."

" KAORU!" Haruhi snapped. " DON'T AGREE WITH HIM!"

" Excuse me…but I should be going." Himawari said quietly turning to them.

" Do not mind them, Miss." Kyoya said firmly. " As mentioned previously, we have not had many pleasant interactions with the Zuka Club."

" Please do not worry, I actually have somewhere to be." Himawari said before hurry ing away.

" I can't believe how rude the two of you were!" Haruhi snapped causing the twins to stare at her in confusion.

" What are you so upset about?" Hikaru asked.

" Yeah, we were only protecting you." Kaoru said.

" She could have been a Zuka spy here on a reconnaissance mission." Hikaru said.

" Or try to befriend you in order to lure you out for Benibara to Haruhi-napped!"

" You two have been around Tamaki-senpai for far too long." Haruhi sighed, pressing her fingers to her brow. " Honestly, the imaginations of these club members."

" Well, to be honest, the Zuka Club has come up with some rather interesting ways of recruiting you, Haruhi." Kyoya said adjusting his glasses in a calm voice. " However, I doubt that Haruhi was the target this time."

" What are you talking about, Senpai?" The twins asked in unison, their heads tilting to one side.

" I mean-"

" HARU-CHAAAN!"

Haruhi looked up to see a short boy with short, honey-blond hair and auburn eyes launch himself, wrapping his arms around her.

" Hello, Honey- senpai."

" Why are you upset with Hika-chan and Kao-chan, Haru-chan?" Honey asked curiously.

" There was a girl here a few moments ago and just because she goes to Lobelia these two were extremely rude!"

" As we previously said, she could have been a Zuka Spy!" Hikaru said, waving his hand dismissively.

" You didn't know that for sure!" Haruhi snapped dryly as Honey began to examine the tea box with interest.

" You really are to naive, Haruhi." Kaoru huffed.

" Did the girl leave this?" Honey asked as he opened the tea box.

" Yes, I was not aware that the Haga Heiress made deliveries." Kyoya said calmly.

" Weeeell, only if she might get a chance to see a certain tall dark haired Host." Honey grinned as he pulled a small baggy of tea out to sniff.

" Does she like Mori-senpai or something?" Hikaru asked.

" How does she even know him?" Kaoru asked.

" Takeshi and I have known Hime-chan since we were in Pre-School." Honey said cheerily.

" Hime-chan?" Kyoya said.

" When we were little, Takeshi had trouble pronouncing Himawari and so we always used to call her Hime-chan!" Honey laughed as he continued to shift through the tea box. " I wish that he still called her that, though. I think she really liked it."

The twins looked at each other cautiously.

" Do they hang out often?" Hikaru asked.

" Not a lot." Honey said causing a wave of relief to float over the twins. " At least, not as much as most engaged couples do."

" WHAAAT!" The twins loudly exclaimed causing a few of the customers to look up in curiosity.

" Honey-senpai, are you sure?" Haruhi said, her brown eyes wide in shock.

" Well yeah, Haru-chan." Honey blinked unsure as to why they were confused. " They've been engaged since they were little."

" Define little." Kyoya stated.

" Five."

" F-F-F-F-FIVE?!" Haruhi and the Twins yelled in unison.

" Why are we just now hearing about this, Honey-senpai?" Kyoya asked.

" 'Cause you never asked." Honey laughed as he pulled another baggy from the box. " AHAH!" He said triumphantly before darting over to Takeshi.

" If I were the two of you, I would either find Haga-san and apologize to her." Kyoya said as he turned to leave. " Or avoid Mori-senpai at all cost."

" Mori-senpai usually doesn't get angry but who knows how he'll feel if when he finds out how rude you two were." Haruhi said calmly as the twins began to sweat bullets. " But then again-"

The twins paled drastically as Honey leaned in to show Mori the bag of tea.

Their panic intensified as Mori took the back and turned his head slowly to face them, an angry glint in his eye.

" -maybe he will be rather upset with you two."

" Hikaru…"

" Yes Kaoru…?"

" We might want to find Haga-san and apologize to her."

" I like the way you think, Kaoru."

And with that, they were gone.