"Of Pride and Princes"

An Ouran/Prince of Tennis Crossover

Story Intro: Ouran's Prince challenges Seigaku's to a battle for the ages. Which school will come out on top? It's a fight between tennis and hosting. R&R

DISCLAIMER: None of the characters of Prince of Tennis or Ouran High School Host Club belong to me. If they did, this would not be a fanfic, it would be an animated movie, and I would be living off of the royalties instead of posting this to . Thank you.

Chapter 1: The Two Teams Gather

Tamaki's Title: A Glorious Battle of Perseverance and Manly Charm Begins

Haruhi's Title: These Stupid Rich People Need to Get Over Themselves

Momoshiro's Title: I'm Starting to Think Seigaku Should Have a Host Club

Ryuuzaki's Title: This is the Beginning of a Migrane

The Seigaku regulars, along with Inui and Ryuuzaki-sensei were standing outside of an ornately gilded fence that led onto the campus of Ouran, an academy for "rich and talented youths." The large clock tower located on the central of the grounds struck a deep chord, sending a spray of white doves into the air.

Momoshiro looked questioningly at Ryuuzaki-sensei.

"So why exactly are we playing a match here again?" This school isn't even in the All-Japan league. What's the point?"

Ryuuzaki stared ahead with her arms crossed. She was too ashamed to admit the answer. Ouran academy was true to its reputation: a school that prided itself in being "the best of the best". They were also incredibly wealthy. A few days earlier she'd received word from her boss that Seigaku had been offered an obnoxiously large sum if their tennis team would play a publicity match against Ouran's. It was enough to mean Seigaku could afford to renovate all of their facilities…and also give a nice bonus to all the teachers…

Before this, Ryuuzaki had never heard of Ouran or their tennis organization. She figured they must have an elite private program and be very confident in their team to pay so much just for publicity. However, other sources had informed her that the exact opposite was true. Apparently Ouran actually had little to no tennis team at all. It seemed like all that would come out of this would be public humiliation for the giant academy. Still, she thought there must be some sort of ulterior motive present. Whoever it was at Ouran that had cooked up this match, she was sure they had something carefully planned.

"Don't worry about that," Ryuuzaki replied, "Just focus on winning your respective matches and stay on your best behavior."

The Seigaku regulars nodded in reply, and headed through the gateway.

When Haruhi walked into the unused music room for the day's host club activities, she knew that things were going to get interesting. Instead of the room's usual setup, the expensive tables, sofas, and tea sets had been replaced by a referee stand, tennis nets, and tons of multi-colored racquets.

Off in the corner Honey was balanced on Mori's shoulders. They were both dressed in polo shirts with sweat bands covering their foreheads. A machine that was designed to shoot baseballs was spewing out tennis balls at the pair instead.

Honey was yelling "Wai! So fun!"

Mori just seemed to be trying to make sure none of the balls hit Honey. Whatever tennis balls they missed flew into the wall on the other side of the room, often breaking expensive-looking vases or other furniture that had been put off to the side.

Hikaru and Kaoru were standing in the center of the room in similar tennis garb. They seemed to be re-enacting a scene from that horrid movie Renge had produced for a crowd of star-struck female customers.

Tamaki was in the far back corner talking to Kyouya who was writing on his clipboard as usual. When he spotted her, he commenced the usual greeting.

"Haruhiiii!" He was across the room in an instant, arms stretched out to lock Haruhi in a rib-crushing embrace. She sighed, stepping out of the way. Tamaki crashed into the wall behind her.

Tamaki turned around, unfazed.

"Oh Haruhi! Papa's so happy to see you! Here, Here! Try this on!"

He shoved a bright pink polo tee at her with matching pink tennis shoes, sweat band, and racquet.

Haruhi sweat dropped. "Sempai, we've been over this before. If you make me wear women's clothes, I'll have to leave the Host Club."

Suddenly a cold wind came out of nowhere. Tamaki was frozen dramatically like a statue, tear droplets pouring from his eyes.

Haruhi sighed again in annoyance. Kyouya appeared behind her, handing over the appropriate tennis uniform the others were wearing.

"So," Haruhi asked, "Why tennis? What on earth does this have to do with hosting?"

Tamaki's eyes gleamed. She got the sense he'd been hoping she'd ask that.

"Ooh, poor Haruhi. Surely I thought you would be able to understand the lovely artfulness of sportly men. Truely, what could be more romantic or youthful than embracing the heat of the moment in a challenge to test one's speed, stamina, power, and will to persevere in the face of an opponent!" Tamaki struck various theatrical posed throughout the explanation, "What woman could possibly withstand the dazzling charm discharged as two rivals in that heated moment battle each other, only one destined to become the winner? Who cannot love to savor the bliss filled moment upon arriving at the top, being proudly able to declare that it was won by the sweat of one's brow? To stand with one's team-mates at that pinnacle! To proclaim, VICTORY!"

Tamaki ended with a climactic stance, Hikaru and Kaoru applauding him.

"Uh…sempai," Haruhi moaned, "Aren't you forgetting an important detail?"

He looked at her blankly.

"If you're trying to immerse us in 'shining victory', don't we need someone to play against?"

"Actually," Kyouya interjected, "Surprisingly enough, Tamaki actually did think through to this point. Since Ouran doesn't have its own tennis team for us to play, we've hired one from another school. It's one of the most highly ranked in our region called Seishun Gakuen, or Seigaku"

"Uh…but where are we going to be playing? Since we don't have a tennis team, we don't have tennis courts either."

Kyouya smirked, "Oh really?"

He pointed out one of the windows. Sure enough, there was a brand new state-of-the-art looking tennis court right outside. It was even surrounded by fountains and fully grown cherry blossom trees for landscaping.

Haruhi's expression became sullen. Stupid rich people.

One of Tamaki's regular customers came up to him.

"Oh Tamaki-kun! Good luck on your match today! I hope you'll play well."

Takami heaved a sigh of fatigue. Persperation glistened on his forehead. "Thank you for your support, my darling. Even if my bones break, I'll keep going knowing that you're cheering for me on the sidelines."

The girl squealed and walked off love-dazed.

Haruhi turned her blank stare on Tamaki, "Say, just when did you suddenly get all sweaty?"

Tamaki flashed a squirt bottle, winking, "no girl can resist a steamy guy with sweat glistening off his abs." He tossed her the bottle. Similarly the other hosts were suddenly covered in fake perspiration. Hikaru and Kaoru were practically drenched in it. Honey playfully squirted Mori with a bottle. Kyouya had gone for a more discreet and tasteful display on the back of his neck and highlighting the contours of his muscles.

"Fine, fine," said Haruhi, "I get the picture. I'll go change."

She made for the dressing room, but somehow the twins had transitioned themselves and their crowd of fans there. They were currently removing each others "sweaty" clothes, much to the zeal of every girl who watched.

Haruhi scurried back outside of the music room, planning to change in one of the school's bathrooms instead.

Meanwhile, the people from Seigaku were being led on a tour of Ouran by one of the student council members. So far it had seemed more like the inside of an art and history museum rather than a learning institution. Momoshiro was standing at the back of the line of his teammates, trying not to snore.

"And here," gestured the student council member, "you may note our Victorian era columns that were imported from the same cathedral in the late 1800s…"

Booooring, thought Momo. He peeked around to see if any of his teammates were watching, then began distancing himself from the group. Ryouma only caught a glance of him before he sneaked around the corner.

Heheh, Momo grinned. Now he could have some fun scoping out rich girls. As he headed down a hallway filled with multiple arched windows, he finally found a bathroom and water fountain. He saw a guy with short brown hair head into one, and was about to walk into it also before he caught himself. The sign on the door read "women".

What the heck? thought Momoshiro. I'm sure I saw that guy go in here…

After making his way to and from the proper bathroom, Momoshiro turned down the hallway and started making way back for the group. All of the halls were empty, so he figured classes must be in session. Drat…no cute girls around…

Suddenly, the hallway he was walking down came to a dead end. Oh no…he was sure this was the way he'd come from…wasn't it? Momo tried back tracking his steps, but none of the other side hallways looked familiar. No mistaking it, he was lost.

Momo scratched his head worriedly and leaned back against what he thought was the wall, only to find it toppling out from underneath him.

"Wha!"

"Watch out!" someone yelled.

Snag.

Momo found himself being supported by the same brown haired boy from earlier, only who was now wearing a tennis uniform. In one hand, the boy held an expensive looking blue vase.

"Be careful," the guy sighed, "The last thing you wanna do is break one of these. I had to learn that the hard way." Carefully, the guy placed the vase back on the pedestal Momo had nearly knocked over."

"Uh, thanks for the save," said Momo, "So…are you part of the tennis club at this school or something?" He gestured to Haruhi's uniform.

"Uh…not exactly," Haruhi sweat dropped. Now she noticed that the stranger also had on tennis garb. "I take it you're on the team that's playing Ouran today?"

"Yeah, my name's Momoshiro, but call me Momo."

Poor guy… she thought, he's unknowingly caught up in Tamaki-sempai's scheme even now. "Haruhi's my name. Pleased to meet you" she said to him, offering her hand.

Momoshiro shook it, noticing with a jolt how small and dainty it felt.

And suddenly two and two clicked together. Momo put on his best womanizing smile.

"Nice to meet you too…but uh..say, Haruhi? I've got a slight problem… I got separated from my team and I'm uh…kinda lost. And the match is supposed to start soon, so I kind of need to get to wherever everyone's playing"

"Oh, well, you can come with me then. I can take you to the Ouran team anyway, and get you sorted out."

Back where the rest of the Seigaku regulars were congregated, the vein on Ryuuzaki-sensei's head was bulging quite prominently.

"Ryouma...just why didn't you inform me when you saw Momoshiro leaving the group?"

Ryouma's gaze was its typical calm guiltlessness, "You never asked."

"Be that as it may," said Tezuka, stepping in, "Now we have to find him before the match begins since he's scheduled first to be in doubles 2 with Takashi. Everyone be on the lookout."

"Right," their tour guide interjected, "Well, that concludes the tour of Ouran Academy. If you'd like I can now show you all out to the tennis court where the matches will be taking place."

As Haruhi led Momoshiro into the second music room, they both sweat dropped.

If possible, the baseball shooting machine had been turned up to an even higher frequency, now shooting out tennis balls like a machine gun. Mori was holding it down while Kyouya tried to turn it off. Off to the side, Honey was eating tennis ball shaped cupcakes with his rabbit, Usa-chan.

The real attraction though, was in the middle of the room where a large group of Ouran girls had congregated. Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kaoru were engaged in some sort of highly overblown photo shoot. Tamaki had a large line of girls who were having their pictures taken with him as he leaned over them in various "princely" poses. On the other hand, the rest of the girls were perfectly content to watch Hikaru and Kaoru messing around in other far more unmentionable poses.

Momoshiro turned to Haruhi, "Um…you don't really mean to tell me that this is Ouran's tennis club, do you?"

Haruhi sweat dropped again, "Well, you see-"

"HAAAARUUHIIII!"

Once again Tamaki tried to tackle hug Haruhi and once again she stepped out of the way at the last second, sending him crashing into the wall.

"Oh, Haruhi! I'm so glad you're here!" cried Tamaki, "Come over here and take some pictures with Daddy my precious-"

Tamaki faltered as he and Momo's eyes met. Takami abruptly turned steely.

"Haruhi?"

"Yes Sempai?"

"Who is this dark, suspicious looking stranger and what are you and he doing together?"

"Hey! Just who are you calling "dark and suspicious!" Momo countered.

"This is Momoshiro," Haruhi sighed, exasperated, "He's a member of the tennis team you had Kyouya hire to play us."

The steely look in Tamaki's eyes was abruptly replaced by burning flames of passion.

"OHO! So you are our rival!" he exclaimed. Striking another theatrical pose meant to look heroic, he stuck his pointer finger right in Momoshiro's face.

"I'm sure you'll fight valiantly, Momoshiro, my rival, but I'm afraid to inform you that it shall be Ouran who prevails today in the duel between our schools! For you see, I, Tamaki Suou, will champion these lovely ladies along with my fellow knights, and in the end we shall proudly proclaim, 'VIC-TO-RYYY!'"

At the shout of victory, actual flames and fireworks erupted behind Tamaki, presumably set off by the twins, who were waiting in the backdrop with fire extinguishers chanting "My Lord!" along with a horde of raving fangirls.

Momoshiro and Haruhi looked on, dumbstruck and aghast respectively.

Wiping a sweat drop from his forehead, Momoshiro stammered "I-…is this really Ouran's…-"

"Tennis team?" Haruhi finished for him, "Not exactly. As I was trying to say before Tamaki-sempai interrupted me, we're actually a host club."

"Host?"

"Yes! We, the challengers of Ouran are in fact the illustrious and nationally renowned Host Club!" Tamaki jumped in. "As hosts, it is our job, nay, our quest to entertain the beautiful women of Ouran academy!"

Tamaki grabbed a nearby customer girl as a prop, leaning low over her as he held her in his arms.

"Every one of these lovely ladies deserves the best that we as hosts can offer, thus, we will sacrifice our bodies in battle if need be to uphold their honor."

The girl in Tamaki's arms practically melted. "Oh Tamaki-sempai…please…don't push yourself too hard."

"For you, mon cherie, I'll lay my life down." He knelt down on one knee, kissing her hand.

"KYAAAA!" The rest of the customers exploded into a Tamaki-frenzy.

Turning his attention back on Haruhi and Momoshiro however, Tamaki found that the two had migrated to the corner of the room where the twins were and had ignored his performance.

"So let me try to get this straight," Momo addressed the twins, "you all actually go a long with this 'host club' deal?"

"Yeah" said Hikaru.

"It's a lot of fun" said Kaoru.

"And all you guys basically do is flaunt yourselves all day to impress women and get them to like you?"

"Pretty much" said both twins.

"Is there any way I can join this thing?"

"Afraid not" Kyouya interjected, appearing suddenly. "Only Ouran students are eligible for the Ouran Host Club. However, if you have a desire to establish one at your own school, it's possible we can negotiate the franchise rights….for a suitable price, that is."

"Trust me," said Haruhi, "you don't want to do that. A financial deal with Kyouya is comparable to a deal with the devil."

Kyouya smirked, pushing his glasses higher up his nose. "That's an interesting opinion, in its own way."

Throughout this exchange, Tamaki had been creeping up from behind, looking for a chance to insert himself back into everyone else's business. As it turned out though, he didn't have to.

"M'Lord!" the twins called, "Check this out!"

Hikaru and Kaoru were now staring outside of the large arched windows of music room 3. Outside, on the new state-of-the-art tennis courts, the Seigaku squad has assembled. The rest of the music room's occupants made way for the windows.

Down on the courts, all of the regulars were in the process of warming up. Oishi, Fuji, Kikumaru, and Ryouma were set up on one end of the court with a basket of tennis balls. On the other end of the court were numerous tin cans they were taking aim at and knocking down over and over again. Meanwhile, on the second court, Inui and Kaidou were in the middle of a scrimmage match. Off to the side of the court were Tezuka and Ryuuzaki, who were conversing with each other. Even from the music room, the veins bulging on her head were visible.

At that moment, the realization suddenly dawned on Momoshiro. He was in trouble.

"Shit, I gotta go. My coach is going to kill me" he informed Haruhi.

"Oh," she said, "why didn't you say so? The quickest way to the courts is down the stairs on your left. There's an emergency exit that lets out right in front of the courts."

"Thanks!" he yelled, already half way out of the room, "Be seeing you!"

"By the way," said Haruhi, "shouldn't we be getting down there soon too? The matches are supposed to start soon, right?"

"All in good time, Haruhi," Tamaki ran his fingers through his hair, "The host club is all about presentation. We'll have to come out looking our best. Hikaru! Kaoru! Prepare our chariot!"

Tamaki took the lead, marching the rest of the club proudly out of the music room. Haruhi, who was dragged by the twins at the rear of the procession, let loose another deflated sigh. Whatever was coming next, she knew it was going to give her a migrane.

As Momo walked onto the Seigaku tennis court, Ryuuzaki gave him her best death glare. He tried not to flinch.

"Momoshiro! Just what do you think you're doing wandering off right before your tennis match! Twelve warmup laps around the court, NOW!"

Sighing, Momo dropped his stuff in the team pavilion and joined a few of the other regulars who were still on their laps. Oishi waved and matched paces with Momo as he started around the court.

"Glad you're back," said Oishi, "Ryuuzaki was looking daggers the whole time you were gone. We thought when you got back she was going to skin you alive."

"Yeah," Momo sweat-dropped, "I'll probably get it from her later after the match."

Oishi nodded sympathetically in agreement. "Probably. Say, just where were you anyway?"

A couple more regulars, Kaidou and Echizen, had just caught up with them and were listening in.

"Well, I got lost after I went to the bathroom, but then I ran into a member of Ouran's tennis team who showed me to their club room…only get this, apparently they're not a real tennis team at all!"

"The heck are you talking about?" Kaidou grunted.

"Yeah, they call themselves the "host club" or something. All of them were showing off for a bunch of girls in their club room like it was some sort of show. I don't think they've ever even played tennis before!"

"Get out," said Kikumaru, who'd just sprinted up from behind, "There's no way Ryuuzaki-sensei would have us play some unseeded team for no reason!"

"That's just it," Momo countered, "One of their people said they'd "hired" us. I'll bet Ryuuzaki's getting paid off-"

"Eeeehh! No WAY! I can't believe she'd do that!" yelled Kikumaru, outraged.

The others nodded in agreement.

Kikumaru bit his lip in frustration, "If there's money involved in this game, I wanna slice too!"

The other regulars sweat-dropped.

"That's crazy talk," Kaidou cut in, "Momoshiro's just pulling our legs. There's no way something like that's going on."

"Are you kidding me! I'm being completely serious!" Momo challenged.

Oishi scratched his head. "I think I'm going to have to agree with Kaidou on this, Momo. Maybe you just misunderstood what was going on."

Momoshiro's shoulders slumped pitifully. "You too Oishi? Why won't anyone believe me?"

Right as the regulars were finishing their laps, the front doors of Ouran slowly began to swing open. All of Seigaku turned and looked on in astonishment.

As the doors opened, a myriad of trumpets seemed to blare out of nowhere. There was a spray of red rose petals, and girls in yellow Ouran uniforms began flooding the grounds excitedly. A clanking metal sound like a high powered generator started up and a platform rose out of the ground with a lone figure standing upon it.

"OOOOHOHOHOHOHO!" laughed the brown haired girl into a microphone, "Welcome, everyone, to the first ever Ouran Host club publicity match! For those of you who don't know me, my name is Renge! I'm the manager of the Host Club and will be overseeing today's events. And now, without further ado, it is my pleasure to present to you…THE HOST CLUB!"

All of the girls on the grounds began cheering wildly. Most of the Seigaku members on the other hand were still in shock. Momoshiro couldn't resist leaning in and saying "Told ya so."

With another shower of petals, a giant parade float drifted onto the grounds in the direction of the tennis courts. Aboard it were the host club members: Tamaki, Kyouya, Honey, Mori, Hikaru, Kaoru, and a very mortified looking Haruhi.

After about three minutes filled with all sorts of fanfare and festivity, the float arrived at the courts and the host club descended. Renge joined them on the court. Somehow she'd done a flash costume change from her school uniform into a coach's outfit. She and Ryuuzaki walked up to meet each other. The Seigaku coach's face was as hard and impassive as ever.

"So you're supposed to be Ouran's coach?"

"OOOOHOHOHOHO! That's exactly right," Renge chuckled.

"You're no older than my granddaughter. What business do you have coaching a tennis team?" She questioned.

Renge bristled up but maintained an air of self-confidence, "I could ask you the same thing. What's an old lady doing coaching a tennis team?"

Ryuuzaki proceeded to give Renge her most potent evil eye, but Renge wasn't to be outdone. She countered back with an equally strong Renge glare and smirk. The tension between the two grew into a fiery blaze, each one refusing to break eye contact.

Back where the host club was standing, Tamaki was giving yet another bombastic speech about victory and perseverance. He never seemed to get tired of those. And once again, he was soaked with fake perspiration.

"…And remember that while the challenges we face may be severe, the Host Club will always persevere and crush our opponents, for we stand for JUSTICE!"

It just so happened that this line was spoken loudly enough for Seigaku to hear. Kikumaru, the hot-head of the group, jumped forward.

"OY OY! Don't go taking us to lightly, blondie! You guys are the ones who are going to get crushed!"

Tamaki's ears immediately perked up. He turned around with more pyrotechnically engineered flames behind him, pride blazing in his eyes.

"AHA! I admire your confidence, commoner! Let's make this a match for the ages!"

With that said, Tamaki snapped his fingers. Several vans appeared, and camera crews jumped out. They began to set up around the courts.

"W-what the heck is all this!" Oishi stammered.

"It appears," said Inui, appearing behind the rest of them, "that the matches will be televised live in the local area. It was set up by Ouran to gain more publicity for their sports department."

Kikumaru's eyes lit up.

"Whaaaat! We're going to be on TV? That's awesome! I'll have to call my sisters and tell them to watch for me!"

Back in center court, Ryuuzaki and Renge were still locked in an intense stare-off. Finally, the Seigaku coach blinked and broke the silence.

"Very well. Do you have the matchup sheet?"

"Right here," said Renge, returning to her normal composure. She handed Ryuuzaki the paper, then the two shook hands and walked back to their respective teams.

"Alright" said Ryuuzaki, "Listen up, Seigaku! These are the matchups in order from first to last."

She read the sheet aloud.

Doubles 2: Momoshiro and Takashi VS Honinozuka and Morinozuka

Doubles 1: Oishi and Kikumaru VS Hikaru and Kaoru

Singles 3: Kaidou VS Haruhi

Singles 2: Inui VS Kyouya

Singles 1: Ryouma VS Tamaki

"So remind me," said Kikumaru, "Why is it that Fuji and Tezuka are sitting this one out?"

"Well, you see," said Fuji, "I was in an accident over the weekend and bruised my wrist. It's nothing serious, but the doctor said to try to minimize stress on it until it heals completely."

"And what's your excuse captain?" Ryouma cut in.

"Since this is not a tournament match, it's a good chance to let the rest of you regulars practice," said Tezuka. "It will also give coach Ryuuzaki and I a chance to evaluate what slots each of you should be placed in for upcoming matches."

"In other words," said Inui, "whoever performs poorly today will probably be kicked and not play in our next real matchup."

Suddenly, the rest of the regulars found themselves more determined to win their respective matches.

On the Ouran side, Tamaki was sizing up the competition.

"I'm impressed Kyouya, this Seigaku looks pretty good. They should make for an exhilarating matchup."

"I would certainly hope so," Kyouya replied, "After all, they're the top seeded team in our region at the moment. They've gone up against every other team relentlessly and been victorious each time. They're one of the favorite teams to win the All-Japan."

Takami's eyes-widened and he gasped, finally realizing a major flaw in his plan.

"Kyouya! This is a top class high school tennis team! The Host Club members, we don't stand a chance! No one's even played tennis before! We don't even know the rules!"

Finally. Kyouya smirked. He'd been wondering when that realization would dawn.

Kyouya readjusted his glasses, "Actually, Tamaki, that's not entirely true." He flipped through his clipboard, "In fact, Hikaru and Kaoru were both doubles champions in their district before they joined the host club. They were known locally as 'The Demon Twins'. Honinozuka-sempai and Morinozuka-sempai have been given a copy of the rules. Although they have never played tennis, their stamina, speed, strength, and reflexes from years of intensive martial arts training should suffice. As for myself, I have been in private training for the past couple of weeks under the guidance of top tennis instructors-"

"Then Haruhi!" Tamaki interjected, "What about my precious daughter!"

"It turns out that Haruhi also had some tennis instruction in her youth. At least at the intermediate level."

Tamaki sagged in relief.

"In fact," continued Kyouya, "the only person in the club who has no tennis experience whatsoever is you."

At this, Tamaki froze in horror.

"ATTENTION EVERYONE!" Renge's voice blared over the loudspeakers. "THE MATCH BETWEEN THE OURAN AND SEIGAKU TENNIS TEAMS WILL NOW BEGIN!"

~END OF CHAPTER 1~

Gaaraxluvr: Yaaay! Chapter 1 is finally complete! Believe it or not, I've been working on this fanfic for over 5 months on and off now. I'm glad I can finally release the first chapter (btw, I've already got most of the series planned out. I didn't spend five months just writing chapter 1).

Kikumaru: What are you talking about! You're such a terrible person! I can't believe you set it up like that and now you're going to leave us on a cliffhanger to see what'll happen in the matches!

Gaaraxluvr: Oh come on. I wrote a TON for this chapter. It came up as over 13 pages on my word processor. And the chapters after this should be shorter and won't take me as long.

Haruhi: Still though, he's got a point. Why not at least begin the first match?

Gaaraxluvr: You want all the reasons? Okay

1. That seemed like a good, natural cut-off point for the chapter.

2. I was kind of exhausted with writing this chapter and just wanted to go ahead and publish it.

3. I love cliff-hangers. They may be evil, but they keep people coming back for more.

Those be my reasons.

Anyway, please review people. REVIEW! It makes me so happy to hear any kind of feedback. And it makes me write the next chapter faster, I swear.

Haruhi: Who are you talking to?

Gaaraxluvr: The audience. Duh.

Haruhi: What audience?

Gaaraxluvr: Pfft…I wouldn't expect you to understand. You're just text, silly.

Kaidou: She's talking to people in an alternate dimension, for whom our lives are just stories written by a teenager for their amusement.

Kikumaru: How do you know that, Kaidou?

Kaidou: Fshuuu… Gaaraxluvr and I… we're…previously aquainted. And trust me, if she's the one writing this story, things are gonna get crazy...fast.