I feel bad. People kept reviewing after I returned to fanfiction not because of my new story but my OLD ONES. So I'll give this one to you. Expect the next chapter to come back in two years *dodges heavy objects thrown at her*

WARNING CRACK FIC – MEANING (NO PLOT)

Shiny. That was the first word that came to my mind. These boys were way too shiny.

"Welcome!"

"Ah! HA-RU-HI! My daughter! Welcome back!"

Why does this sound familiar? It sounds like Haruhi's father.

"Ah," I felt a hand strong soft hand grip mine, "Is this Haru-chan's lovely cousin"

Dazzling. Much too dazzling. Cannot compute. I felt the blackness overcoming-

"Tamaki-senpai! Let go of Hinata-chan!"

"Hinata... chan? YES!" Tamaki rejoiced. "A female friend that may not fall in love with her due to blood relations! A much more suitable companion than Renge!"

W-What? I opened my eyes and admired how pretty he was. I wasn't sure if it was the eyes or the hair or the creamy pale skin but I could only admit one thing. This guy is fine.

"Hinata-chan," Haruhi grabbed my arm and I felt angry glares stab me from every direction, "this is the host club. Tamaki-sempai is the one who was dropped on his head as a child."

Tamaki sulked in the corner doing who knows what with a stack of newspaper.

"I'm making hamster bedding."

Haruhi twitched.

"This is Kyoya-sempai."

Glasses type. This is the first time I've seen a glasses type.

"Hunny-sempai."

Shotcon. And it was working.

"Mori-sempai."

Wild type. Nice.

"And Hikaru and Koaru-sempai."

Twin action. I would've been wooed by their bishonen looks if it weren't for the fact that their eyes were hard. One of them seemed much more composed compared to the other though. Did I do something?

One of them whispered, "Kaoru, lets go."

"B-but-"

And the door closed.

Suddenly, I felt bad. Did I do something wrong? Sadness clenched my stomach. It wasn't that I was nervous about how they thought of me. It was the thought of being verbally lashed by father as to why a business company suddenly refused contact with them. Crap.

"So, Hinata-chan," the glasses type started, "You're heiress to the Hyuuga Corporation, yes?"

"A-Ah."

Tamaki gasped.

"The Hyuuga Corporation heiress is related to my pauper daughter Haruhi?!"

Haruhi twitched.

Kyoya smiled much too much for someone like him. Won't you please sit down for some tea? Everyone," he called, "let's concentrate all our attention to Hinata-chan today."

I gulped. And blushed. I knew what they were planning to do. They were planning to use their dazzling beauty to drain her of her money (if that was possible).

"I-Iie!!"

"Mori. Grab her," Kyoya cut in.

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So I sat there. Unable to move. Why, you may ask? Because of the rather tight rope holding me to the chair. If Ino-chan saw me now...

Kinky...

Her voice echoed in my mind. I blushed more. And more. Until the salvation of darkness overtook me. Thank you, mother in heaven.

xxx

I felt someone poking my cheek. Again. And again.

"T-tobi, stop it."

The poking continued. I expected to see an orange mask when I opened my eyes but instead I saw a childish round face framed with yellow locks. The shotacon. I felt disappointed when I saw him. I wanted Tobi-chan.

"Neh, Hina-hina!"

Hina-hina?

"There are visitors for you outside."

I got up and realized I was in my room. How did I get here? Haruhi must've let them in.

And sluggishly got up and I stepped out of my room. After going through the hallway I found myself in the living room. My eyes widened. Akatsuki was here! How?! It must've been Itachi-kun.

"Hina-hime!" Tobi called, "Your harem is here!"

Xxx

Super short. I know and I'm sorry! I'm prob gonna pick up this story for a little break from Celandine For The Healing's more serious chapters. If you have the time, check it out! (and review *cough*) It's not crack-ish though. Sorry.