Beginning Note: I've totally been into Ouran lately, so please forgive me that I haven't finished or started some of my other things! This is a short chapter fic that I came up with. It's each host club member analyzing his (not necessarily romantic) feelings for our extremely rare type of heroine and said heroine's feelings about the host members.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They are the rightful property of Bisco Hatori.

A/N: I happen to be a huge fan of the Kyouya/Haruhi coupling as well as the Mori/Haruhi coupling, but volume 9 of the manga makes me question one of the character's sexuality. It makes me kind of sad! For once, I'm not big on the seemingly intended coupling of Tamaki/Haruhi. Please no hating me for that! Please enjoy this story and review! Oh! And each chapter will be in first person. I hope I got Kyouya's personality okay. He might be a little OOC. (I love him and Mori sooooo much!! I recommend the story, The Shomin Experience by­­­­­­ sakuraichigo. A million thumbs up!)

Update Status: I will update this story once a week, every week until it is complete! I promise or at least I'll try!! Happy reading!

The Six Princes Chapter 1: Kyouya

It was noisy in the clubroom today. Unusually slow in my thinking, I looked at my familiar black ledger and realized why all the girls were excited and why the idiot, otherwise known as Tamaki, was more hyper that usual. Our newest plan had been revealed to everyone when we opened the club up for business.

The commoner's carnival had been Tamaki's idea and was costing the host club a fortune. I had tried to talk him out of it, but ever since Haruhi had told them what it was like when she was little, he had been obsessing over the idea. I glanced at the storyteller.

The girl was talking quietly with her customers, a soft smile gracing her gentle features. A lock of her hair fell into her eyes and she shook her head to try and move it, but only proceeded to have more hair fall into her face. She raised a slender, pale hand and tucked the offending locks behind her ear. As if sensing that I was looking at her, she raised her eyes to meet mine and grinned shyly at me, but managing to look wary at the same time. I didn't know that was possible…

I blinked and pushed my glasses further up my nose. I broke out eye contact to write a note in my ledger. While I knew my exterior was calm, my mind and my heart were racing. Since when I had noticed what Haruhi did? The exception was when I found something to add to her debt? I found myself watching her a lot lately. And since when had she made me feel so… I paused in amazement, my pen hovering over the plans for the carnival.

Flustered. Haruhi made me feel flustered. I didn't even think that word was in my vocabulary. I fought the urge to burst into hysterical laughter. It would be an absurd idea if I, Ootori Kyouya, were in love with someone so unintentionally cruel. Or was it? I came to the conclusion that-

"Kyouya-senpai?

I nearly fell off my chair in surprise. The very object of my suffering was only a few feet away, gazing into my eyes with a concerned look. Opening my mouth to say something, the forming lump in my stomach moved into my throat and I began to cough.

"Senpai?" Haruhi asked, alarmed. She rushed to close the gap between us and put her hand on my arm. It was like an electric shock. "Senpai, are you all right?

"…"

Well, this was certainly flattering. I was coughing like I had smoker's lung and tears were streaming down my face. A surprising girly handkerchief appeared in front of me and I heard the soft 'click' of glass on wood.

"Kyouya-senpai, please drink some water. And here's my handkerchief to wipe your face," the girl said softly.

I gratefully gulped down the water, not caring what I looked like and felt relieved when I felt the scratchiness as well the lump in my throat disappear.

"Handkerchief," Haruhi prompted, still holding it out to me.

I reached out to take the flimsy, lacey thing that, no doubt, Ranka had forced on her. It, of course, did not suit Haruhi's taste at all. As I brought that soft cloth to my face, I inhaled. It smelled like her, of home. I was a mixture of lavender and a smell that I had always associated with Haruhi. A comforting, homey kind of smell. Something I had never known.

"Thank you, Haruhi," I said briskly and business-like, carefully folding the handkerchief and putting it in my packet.

"Uh, Kyouya-senpai," she began hesitantly. "My handkerchief?"

"I will have it laundered and returned to you tomorrow," I said, glancing around the room quickly.

Tamaki threw a concerned look at my, but was swamped with customers, so he couldn't come over to bother me. The twins were occupied with themselves. No surprise there, but Hikaru kept sneaking peeks at Haruhi. He was so obvious about his feelings for Haruhi it was borderline pathetic. Hanii was blinking sleepily up at one of his customers, causing her to squeal annoyingly. I was surprised to see Mori watching Haruhi and me with slightly narrowed eyes. Hmmm. That was interesting. I turned my gaze back to the girl before me. She was pale.

"Um, my debt…"

"Will not be raised," I assured her, and then wondered why I had said that. I usually added on to her debt, no matter how trivial the cost.

She relaxed visibly and I felt a twinge of annoyance and hurt. Did she really only think of me as someone who was so cruel-hearted? I reflected about it for a split second, and realized why she would. God, was I really that big of a jerk?

"Well," Haruhi said, smiling brilliantly. "I have throat drops in my bag. Would you like one to make your throat feel better?"

I thought for a second. Why not? I wouldn't kill me to have a commoner throat drop. It was also one more commoner thing I would have that Tamaki wouldn't. Jeez. I really am cruel. And apparently possessive over nothing.

"I would appreciate one very much, Haruhi."

"Okay! Let me just get it," she said, heading to the room where we kept out school bags.

I stood up and she stopped, confused.

"I'll accompany you," I said, walking past her.

"You don't really need to, Kyouya-senpai," she said, appearing at my side.

What could I say? I shrugged slightly and noticed her smile a little.

"What is so amusing, Haruhi?" I asked dryly and opened the door, a little annoyed that she was laughing at me.

"Nothing," the forcibly cross-dressed girl said, rummaging through her bag that she had just picked up after going past me. "You just don't seem to be the type of person who shrugs."

"Wait!" came Tamaki's voice. "Kyouya? Haru-"

I let the door shut, cutting off the idiot's voice and locked it. Haruhi turned at the sound of the lock clicking. She looked startled.

"Senpai, why the lock?"

I sighed and removed my glasses, rubbing the bridge of my nose delicately. The commoner's carnival was taking a toll on me. I was unbelievably tired. I couldn't recall the last time I worked so hard on a host club project.

"So you'd be able to find what you're looking for in peace."

"Oh."

"Throat drop," I reminded her.

She jumped and continued to search her bag. Her hand finally resurfaced, a wrapped object between her thumb and forefinger.

"Got it!" she exclaimed triumphantly and held it out to me. "Here you go, Kyouya-senpai."

I took the throat drop, unwrapped it, and carefully popped it into my mouth. The soothing, cool taste relieved my throat immediately.

"Thank you, Haruhi. These work surprisingly well."

"Some things might just surprise you sometimes, senpai," she said, unlocking the door. She glanced up at me, a kind smile on her subtly feminine features. "You look tired. Take a break from carnival planning. Don't run yourself ragged."

I stared after her in surprise. I didn't think she would notice something as insignificant as that when the others didn't. Mori had perhaps, but he wasn't one to say much. Haruhi paused before she stepped back out into the noisy clubroom. She assessed me for a moment, head cocked cutely to the side.

"You look nice without your glasses, Kyouya-senpai," she commented. "You look less severe."

She let the door shut behind her softly. I could hear her abrasively telling Tamaki what we had been doing. He was probably having a heart attack. What an idiot…

I knew I should emerge from the room, but I was rooted to the spot. Glancing at my glasses in my hand, I put them back on my nose.

You look nice without your glasses, Kyouya-senpai.

I grinned. Something I never thought would happen did. Who would have thought that I would ever fall in love? Especially with a minimally attractive (or that what I usually told myself) girl with a completely blunt personality. Strange occurrences certainly happened often in the host club.

"Yes, indeed, Haruhi. Some things might just surprise you," I said quietly to here from behind the door, knowing there was no way she would ever hear me.

I opened the bag room door and stepped back into my business-self and tucked my intimate moment with Haruhi in the back of my mind. I would analyze my feelings in the privacy of my own room.

"Kyouyaaaaaaa!" Tamaki rushed up to me, teary-eyed. "Haruhi is being mean to Daddy! Tell her to stop!"

I glanced at Tamaki's and my 'daughter'. She scowled, looking annoyed. I sighed.

"Idiot," I muttered to Tamaki.

"Ehhhh! Kyouyaaaa!" he whined.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Haruhi giggle and I stifled a smile.

"Even Kyouya has no sympathy for you, Tono," chorused Kaoru and Hikaru, sliding over.

"Poor Tama-chan," cooed Hanii, hugging Usa-chan. "No support from anyone!"

Mori's eyes crinkled in a smile.

Tamaki looked at us tearfully.

"Ah, senpai, you're such an idiot," I heard Haruhi breathe.

It was back to business as usual.

A/N: Thanks for reading the first installment of The Six Princes! I hope that you will review and come back to read the next six chapters! Thank you sooooo much! I love you all!