A/N: Holy hell…what's wrong with me? This is the sixth fic I've written this month! (I usually get to about like two in a year…) So yes. This is actually going to be a multiparter, albeit a short one (maybe 3, 4, or 5 chapters?). It kinda just hit me and so far is going rather well in my head (let's hope it doesn't die out on me). The level of lightness and pairings are subject to change as well :evil laugh:

Disclaimer: Ouran is not mine.

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And when they say that what's in store for you will come to you, they might actually be telling you the truth.

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Preparations

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Suou Tamaki will quite possibly not live through a better week.

Never in his life had he imagined, especially in a span of two days, being named the Suou heir by his late grandmother in her will and finally, finally, finally, winning the heart of that blasted commoner girl, as everyone said.

The former, he could easily have lived without. The latter however…well, let's just say that he doesn't want to consider the alternatives because life doesn't throw this much fortune at one everyday and really and who is he to complain?

The wedding is planned to take place in three days. So technically, there is today, tomorrow, and then one more day in which the twins can still flirt with Haruhi and laugh at her fiancé because at one point, it occurred to them that the word husband was just so, so much more intimidating.

On her end of things, Haruhi is being dragged around by Ranka-san and Renge for last minute idiocies, and the two don't realize how they're wearing the girl out from the month's shopping of dresses, jewellery, and inspections of the best hair and make-up salons in town. It's all out of Tamaki's pocket even though as a practicing lawyer, she can easily afford it all herself. Still, she's trying her best to choose items that are modestly priced because even if her fiancé is bleeding money, the commoner blood is still flowing thick through her veins. Tamaki and her father both insist she leave that mentality behind her but it's easier said than done.

Also, unsurprisingly enough, Tamaki and the father of his bride-to-be have finally come to put aside their differences, even if there weren't very many of them to begin with. As a result, the pressures on Haruhi have doubled in severity though at least they are familiar pressures and she's not entirely torn between them either.

On his end, the ex-Host Club boys are either creating or destroying chaos in all its shapes and forms. As expected, Honey is ecstatic because the prospect of much cake is involved and he has decided to take over the dessert-catering arena as his own personal responsibility. The twins are full of boundless energy and being more of an annoying hindrance than help whereas Mori is probably the only one quietly complying with Kyouya's orders for perfection in every aspect of this wedding.

Yes, Kyouya is being doggedly anal, and about every little detail as well. Lately, he has been the usual perfectionist and then some but it's understandable because after all, this is his best friend's wedding and no mistakes are allowed. If he feels obliged to go beyond his role as Best man into ultimate-wedding-planner, no one has the right to complain, and that is how they comfort themselves when they see him skipping meals and losing sleep over the mess.

Tamaki has told him on more than one occasion to take it easy because even his own father is shirking off his responsibilities and that hasn't caused the world to end.

Usually, Kyouya politely tells him to go and help out Honey-sempai pick the cakes or tie the twins to a chair so they can stop interfering or something of the sort, and let him do what he needs to do in peace, please and thank you.

"You don't need to do anything," has been Tamaki's serious response to the last time Kyouya used the aforementioned line.

And Kyouya would glance up at the blond, adjust his glasses, and go back to the paperwork with a mildly irritated sigh. And Tamaki would leave him be, let him fulfill whatever duty he feels he owes to Tamaki, or perhaps to himself because although Tamaki knows how to really bug Kyouya, he also knows when to not.

Kyouya looks up briefly when the boy has turned to leave, getting a glimpse of the back of Tamaki's head. He shakes his head lightly and returns to the list of things that still need to be done. Despite what they think, he's doing this rather contentedly, or as contentedly as the circumstances allow him to.

In many ways, this is what they've all somehow hoped to look forward to, for many years, and for Tamaki's sake at least because God knows that boy—now technically a man but still not showing signs of it—has deserved more happiness than the amount allotted to him in all his life before. And even if not for Tamaki, over the course of their Host Club years with Haruhi and even after, they have all come to see her as a sister of sorts and would probably not readily give her up to anyone who was not their ridiculous Suou Tamaki.

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