I've acquired a new taste as of late. A craving, if you will.

Haruhi x Mori

Strange pairing... but I cannot get enough of it, for some reason.

-D.O.C

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I own nothing of Ouran Highschool Host Club. I own only this simple plot.

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A single brown eye peeked though the crack in the door.

A rose petal drifted forward, but didn't assault the cornea, so the eye's owner knew the teens in the spacious room did not send the velvety object over to greet him.

The figure's ears twitched, and he hurriedly hid behind a marble pillar, watching as a group of females rushed toward the abandoned music room's doors, bursts of petals whirling around the quartet of girls.

When they disappeared, he took his post, once again, using his karate training to keep light on his feet, lest he need to make a quick dodge.

It turned out that he did need to dodge pieces of heavy wood- a gust of tearing wind, so different than the billowy breeze that welcomed the girls, turning the crack between doors into a gaping entrance, dozens of eyes staring curiously.

A still figure stood, leaning against the wall, long fingers fiddling with a huge fan's dial.

"Satoshi." 'Why are you here, and why are you spying on me?' He could read the question in those charcoal-gray eyes.

The stalker simply smiled, impressed by the tall teen's ability to notice his presence.

"Takashi, Father sent me to do an investigation..." He trailed off, glancing around the room, uncertain if he should relay the message in front of so many people.

"Hn." A grunt from the imposing male and a gesture towards a separate room lured Satoshi further into the near-silent music room.

Girls studied the new arrival with blatant interest, due to the striking similarities between the shorter boy and their beloved, silent host.

When the door to the instrument-storage-room-turned-pantry closed, another male smiled coyly at the guests.

"Mori-senpai will be out shortly, so I guess there's just more girls for us at the moment..." He pushed his glasses up with his middle finger, and the faux-possessive tone in his voice caused many of the females to swoon.

... ... ...

"Well, Takashi... you see..." Satoshi faltered. This was harder than he thought.

"What?" 'What is it? I don't have all day. Out with it. Hurry up.'

A deep breath. "Father sent me to find out what type of girls you... favor."

"..." 'Pardon?'

"Um... Since you're in the Host Club... Father decided it would be best to... observe you... in action." Satoshi grimaced. "He sent me because he thought you would have a client... type."

"..." 'What is the meaning of this, Satoshi?!'

Reading those gray eyes like a book, the shorter teen smiled, uncomfortably.

"He needs to know your type, because he's going to find you a wife."

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Mori frowned slightly.

"Father,"

The older man cut him off, face equally as stoic.

"Takashi. You are eighteen. It is time to look for a wife, settle down with her, produce an heir."

The teen's lips twitched, showing his displeasure.

"Now?" His cold voice broke the quiet, 'I'm eighteen. Now is for college, hardly the time for children.'

"Yes, now." His father said, mocking his child. He gestured at the door, "You may leave. I have several files to look over."

The door slammed, the only inkling anyone had to the Morinozuka heir's current mood.

Akira sighed heavily. He wished his eldest son was more like himself or Satoshi.

"With silence like that, it'll be hell to find a bride." He muttered in dismay, not one to curse regularly.

He looked over the stack of copies his help had been able to get from Ouran Academy. He had asked for all girls in the first year to third year, his son's grade.

They all looked like lovely girls, but, for some reason, Akira couldn't stop himself from seeing a gleam in those paper eyes. A thirst for more wealth.

He shuddered, flipping though the papers faster.

It was like someone had copied the same thing over and over, occasionally adding a freckle, or changing the hair and eye colors.

All the girls had long, wavy hair, styled for the year's spring pictures. Supposedly the "in" style was soft waves.

They all donned bright yellow dresses, the uniform.

Every girl had a bright, overly cheerful, grin plastered on their face.

He came to a stop about two-thirds the way through his stack, ready to tear his facial hair out.

Flipping a few more pages, he halted.

"Why is a boy in here?" He murmured, frowning as he skimmed over the information.

He was shocked to see it was really a female, with the girl's appearance.

She had dark, chestnut hair, cropped like a male's. Her happy brown orbs were just blank- she was obviously uncomfortable taking the picture.

She was clad in a boy's uniform, blazer powder-blue, a black tie at her throat.

'Trangender?' He tapped his chin.

Fujioka, Haruhi

Sex: F

Age: 15

Height: 155 cm

Class: 1-A

Along with other mundane information, his eyes found a line labeled, "Clubs."

Clubs: Ouran Host Club

"Is she homosexual?" Akira mused. How did the staff know there was a Host Club? Did they know that its members were making a profit from entertaining girls?

'Obviously not. They wouldn't allow student money to go to anyone but the academy itself.' He thought. 'All the school knows is that my son and this girl are participating in something akin to "formal dining and tea" training for young women.'

"Fujioka..." He tested the name on his tongue, leaning back into his chair. He swapped it for his family's surname. "Haruhi Morinozuka."

'It has a nice ring to it.' Akira smiled slightly. 'Now, all I have to do is find out if she is homosexual, or not, and I'll have a suitable fiancee for Takashi.'

He liked the way she looked. With hair like that, she seemed to scream, "I don't care what others think of me!"

If this was so, she'd be the perfect match for Takashi. And, since they were in the Host Club together, they must have known each other, already!

Akira wouldn't have to set up lunches and dates- they were acquainted!

"Satoshi!" He called, smiling when he heard stomping footsteps pad toward his study's door.

"Yes, Father?"

"Find me the number for the father of this... Fujioka girl."

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-D.O.C