Ello, again! I don't own OHSHC. Bisco Hatori does. I don't own Bisco Hatori, either. Whatever. So once you start sleeping on sharp rocks and drying your hair with your third hand, that's when I will own it. So please, please, please, get comfortable on your sharp rocks and bust out your hair dryers (and third hand)!

The two names "Hikaru!" and "Kaoru!" were heard many times throughout the day of Monday, December 17 in Music Room 3 at Ouran Academy from the Host Club king. A few of these were:

"Hikaru! Kaoru! Did you bribe Haruhi with fancy tuna to get her to play your little game?"

"Hikaru! Kaoru! Just what do you think you're doing, tainting my precious daughter's mind like that?"

"Kyoya! Make Hikaru(!) and Kaoru(!) stop whatever they are doing this instant because I am sure it will lead to trouble!"

The Shadow King merely pushed his glasses up the thin bridge of his nose and chuckled. "All they are doing, Tamaki, is reading."

The phrase 'silence is bliss' couldn't be more true in those next few minutes as Tamaki sulked. But as soon as he stepped out of his corner, he went back to what he was doing earlier. But this time, what he said actually made some sense.

"Hikaru! Kaoru! Did you invite little Haruhi to your estate while your parents were gone?"

The twins looked up at the king apathetically.

"Of course we did, boss," they said, in unison first. Then Hikaru continued, with exaggerated drama. "Haruhi has yet to see our property. It's not everyday that a commoner is given the rare chance to be invited to a wealthy person's abode."

"What?" Haruhi's eyes widened as she floundered around for something to say. "I wasn't invited! I never said yes to anything!"

"But your dad did." Hikaru and Kaoru just shrugged off the young girl's protests. "You're supposed to be coming after school today. Our driver's going to pick you up."

"What about your parents?" Haruhi said stubbornly.

"They loved the idea. They're almost like Tamaki-senpai when it comes to commoners. Besides, they're going to be out of town, they have a meeting with the owner of a hotel."

Haruhi groaned while Tamaki shrieked in rage and jealousy.

"But that's no fair! I wanted to invite her over to my place for the holidays!"

"Do you really think that if I don't want to go over to the twins' place I want to go over to yours, senpai?" Haruhi said pitilessly glaring daggers at Tamaki.

"Think about it Tama-chan!" Honey looked up at his younger. "Ranka-san doesn't like you that much. He wouldn't let Haru-chan go over to your estate!"

"He thinks you're a nasty pedophile," the twins added with a Cheshire Cat grin. "He would let Haruhi go with you over his cold, dead body."

"No!" Tamaki leaped to Kyoya and shook him vigorously by the arm, causing his glasses to fall off. "Mother, do something! Who knows what Tweedledee and Tweedledum over there could do to Haruhi!"

"I don't care what 'Tweedledee' and 'Tweedledum' will do to Haruhi. Now get me my glasses, you idiot, I can't find them."

Tamaki reluctantly picked up Kyoya's glasses and immediately imagined sudden death when he saw one cracked lens and the other missing.

"Um... Kyoya, how good is your vision without your glasses?"

"Everything's blurry and I can barely see without them."

"Uh oh!" Honey clutched his rabbit and widened his eyes. His head was tilted a bit. "Tama-chan broke them!"

"NO! I mean, no, I didn't! I'm just saying, these glasses are really fashionable, and I'd like to wear them until you get a different pair so I can keep these ones, youknowwhatI'mtalkingaboutKyoyaaa?"

Tamaki spat out these last seven words as if they were one giant word, drawing out the "a" until his voice rose to a squeak.

"Now seems like a great time to leave." Hikaru said to Kaoru and Haruhi.

The trio slowly tiptoed out the door. Even Haruhi, who was logical and didn't believe in the Low Blood Pressure Demon Lord knew she would rather be with the twins than with a raging Kyoya.

Heyo! Please excuse the short chapter; consider it more like a prologue. This is the best way I could end it, for now. Thanks for reading, and... REVIEW!