When you got home last night, you found Haruhi and your father, Ranka, waiting for you. After scolding you for running off with the twins and but telling someone, your dad left for work while you and Haruhi sat in the living room. You finally decided to speak up, breaking the silence.

"So Haruhi, what were you doing in the fountain?" You ask innocently.

"Oh, I was trying to find my wallet," Haruhi says while smiling sheepishly.

"Your wallet? Why would your wallet be in the fountain?" You ask, mentally questioning Haruhi's sanity.

"Because that's where I found my bag." Haruhi elaborates, leaving you even more confused.

"Okay then why was your BAG in the fountain?" You ask, completely clueless as to why Haruhi has a sudden obsession with fountains.

"I'm not sure," Haruhi says thoughtfully. "I guess that I must have dropped it out of the window." At this point you were fairly certain that Haruhi must have hit her head WAY to many times as a child.

"Okay Haruhi, you do realize that the fountain is a good 10 to 15 feet away from the window to our classroom, which is a few stories up I might add. It would be physically impossible to "drop" your bag into the fountain, you would have to throw it. Also, you don't even sit next to a window! How could you just "drop" your bag out of the window without noticing?!" You face palm. How could Haruhi, the SCHOLARSHIP STUDENT not realize the flaws in her OWN logic?

"Just forget it, the past is the past. Let's go to bed, we have school in the morning."

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After a uneventful school day of you making sure that Haruhi didn't "drop" her bag out of the window, you made your way to the club room.

When you got there, you were shocked to find Tamaki..... reading.

"Ummm, Senpai?" Haruhi asks as she cautiously steps towards Tamaki. "What are you doing?"

"Shush Haruhi! This is a very emotional time for me. I NEED TO KNOW IF ASLAND DIES!" Tamaki exclaims dramatically before continuing to read his book.

"Asland? Wait, Senpai... are you reading The Chronicles of Narnia?" Haruhi questions, shocked.

"Correction, Haruhi. He WAS reading Narnia." You say as you grab the book or of his hands, making sure to mark the page. "Club hours are about to start." You state as you hand the book to Kyoya.

"Thank you Miss Fujioka," Kyoya says in his business-like tone as he pushes up his glasses. "Now, places everyone."

The special effects of rose petals and bright lights commence as the doors swing open, revealing a crowd of female students.

"Welcome ladies~!" You chorus together as the girls file towards Kyoya to request their hosts for the day.

"Haruhi, come here for a moment, would you?" Kyoya asks as he writes something down in his book. 

"Sure," Haruhi answers as she makes her way towards Kyoya. You start to follow only for Kyoya to stop you.

"Only Haruhi, apologies Miss (Y/n)." You shrug your shoulders as you walk over to the kitchen, planning on making some tea. However, right before you walk in, you look over your shoulder to see Haruhi hosting Princess Ayanokoji. You sigh and shake your head as you enter the kitchen, Haruhi's on her own for this one.

As you look around the kitchen you are stunned to find that they have a large stock of instant coffee in their cabinets. Closing the cabinet that you were just looking through, you move on to the fridge, finally finding what you were looking for.

"Yes~ Cake at last~!" You say to yourself in a sing-songy voice as you remove it from the fridge. You grab a fork out of a drawer and walk back into the host room. Just as you take a bite of your delicious cake, you see Ayanokoji tip the table that she and Haruhi are sitting at causing Haruhi to fall on top of her.

"No Haruhi, leave me alone! Somebody help he just attacked me!" She squealed, acting as though Haruhi had been the cause of the table flipping. "Someone do something, teach this commoner a lesson!" You roll your eyes, taking another bite of cake. She wasn't even trying. You lived with and around celebrities, mainly actors, for years. Her acting was terrible. Even you could do better than that.

Your mental monologue was interrupted when you here a loud splash. You look over to where Haruhi was to see the twins standing over her and Ayanokoji, empty water pitchers in their hands. You giggle seeing the shocked look on Ayanokoji's face as she sits on the floor, soaking wet.

"Why did you do that?" She asks, stunned. You watch as Tamaki walks over to her and helps her up. "Oh, do something Tamaki, Haruhi just assaulted me." She says dramatically, while grasping onto him. 

"I am disappointed in you," you hear Tamaki state with a dark look in his eyes that vaguely reminded you of Darth Vader. "You threw his bag into the fountain, didn't you?" Shocked, Ayanokoji steps away from Tamaki.

"You don't know that! Do you have any proof that I did?" She says trying, and failing, desperately to sound innocent. This was just getting better and better, you mused to yourself while eating another piece of cake. 

"You know you're a beautiful girl," Tamaki says, cradling Ayanokoji's chin. "But, you're not classy enough to be our guest, dear. If there's one thing I know, Haruhi is not that kind of a man." You scoff silently. 'Or any for that matter,' you add in your head.

"But why Tamaki?!" Ayanokoji exclaims before pushing his chest and running towards the doors. "You idiot!" She screams, sobbing, as she leaves the host club. Tamaki then turns towards Haruhi.

'Ah, and the plot thickens!" You think to yourself, intrigued.

"Now how am I going to punish you, because it is your fault, after all." Tamaki says thoughtfully, resting a hand on his chin. You chuckle lightly as you look at a dumbfounded Haruhi, still sopping wet, sitting on the floor. "Your quota is now 1000!" Tamaki exclaims, pointing at Haruhi.

"Gehuh," Haruhi makes an unidentifiable noise in shock as she mutters to herself. "One... thou...sand? Geh."

"Come on," Tamaki says, extending a hand to help Haruhi up. "I've got high expectations for you, my little rookie." Tamaki winks at Haruhi as he pulls her up so that she is standing.

"Uh?" Haruhi says, confused at the name.

"My apologies ladies, but we really must clean this up and get Haruhi into some dry clothes. We are going to have to end the club early today. So sorry about that. Please come again." Kyoya says, bussiness-like as per usual.

The female students nod in understanding as the stand and take their leave, saying goodbye, and wishing Haruhi well before leaving the room. Kyoya then proceeds to hand Haruhi a bag. 

"This is the only spare uniform we have. Sorry, but it's better than a wet one." Kyoya explains, as Haruhi takes the bag and looks into it. 

"Thanks, I'm gonna go change," she says as she walks off to the dressing curtains on one side of the room. You hear Tamaki sigh and look over at him, tilting your head in curiosity. You set down your, now empty, plate and walk over to where the hosts are standing.

"I'm going to go get him some towels," you hear Tamaki mumble as he walks off. You then lean against Kyoya.

"So, how long have you known?" you ask him once Tamaki is out of earshot.

"Oh I've known all along, since Haruhi first walked in here." Kyoya states, pushing up his glasses.

"And we found out along the way." The twins add, smiling deviously.

"So... you deliberately set this up so that Tamaki would find out?" You ask with a large, cheshire like grin.

"Why of course. We can't have to many secrets among club members, now can we?" You smirk as you watch Tamaki, now carrying towels, walk over to the dressing area.

"Let's watch, shall we?" You offer, tilting your head in Haruhi and Tamaki's direction.

"Yes, we shall,"Kyoya answers walking with you towards them. You get there just in time to see Tamaki close the curtain and mutter in shock.

"Haruhi..... You're..... a girl?"

"Biologically speaking, yeah." Haruhi says as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. She then pulls aside the curtain and steps out of the dressing area wearing the female student uniform.

"Yaaaaaa ayayayaayaayayayayayayayayayayayayayaayayay!"Tamaki exclaims while rubbing his hands through his hair aggressively.

"Listen Senpai, I don't care if you guys recognize me as a guy or a girl. In my opinion people should be recognized as who they are rather than what sex they are." She states confidently as Tamaki stares on in shock. You give her a thumbs up, smiling to yourself.

"Well isn't this an interesting development." Kyoya states plainly.

"Oh yeah," The twins say in sync.

"You know, I have to say, Senpai. I thought you were pretty cool earlier." Haruhi say sweetly, pointing her finger in the air. You try to contain you bouts of laughter, and fail miserably, as you watch Tamaki blush 552 shades of red.

"Well,"Kyoya starts, leaning over to whisper into your ear. "I may be wrong but I believe that we may be witnessing the beginning of love." You smile and nod in agreement, this school year was going to be VERY interesting.

It's been about a week since the incident at the host club and things have been good. Every day after school, you and Haruhi go to the host club. During club hours, while Haruhi hosts, you are usually sitting at Haruhi's table doing schoolwork or writing song lyrics.

That day in your literature class, your teacher, Mr Lang, had told the class that your literature and drama classes would be combined so that you could work on your final project for the semester. You thought that this was a little unnecessary, considering that it was still the first month of school. That is, until he told you that the class would be producing an original play. After much discussion,  it was decided that you, with the help of Haruhi and a guy named Shiro, would write the script.

You were glad that your literature and drama classes were combined because drama was your last class. Combing the classes gave you more time to work on the project. The three of you worked consistently for over an hour on the play, deciding that the play would be the darker versions of some fairy tales. However, Shiro had come up with the amazing idea to turn it into a musical. You and Haruhi agreed, deciding that you would write the script as a song, instead of spoken phrases. You didn't realize how much time had passed until you checked the clock. 

"Um Haruhi?" You question hesitantly. "... You're going to be late for club...." At your statement, Haruhi looked up at the clock right as it chimed 3:30 and relized that you were telling the truth.

"Oh sh-" Haruhi starts before you cut her off, censoring her curse word.

"Language!" You snap at her, sending a disapproving look her way. The two of you stand up, gathering your books, and give Shiro a quick good bye before rushing over to the host club. Well, Haruhi rushed, you walked with purpose. As you made you way to the host club, Haruhi kept complaining about how she would never hear the end of it if she was late

Once you had reached Music Room #3, Haruhi burst through the doors, panting. Haruhi looked up only to see that the club room was decked out like a tropical paradise. Or so it seemed. As you peered over Haruhi's shoulder from into the host club, you saw the hosts in their poses as they did their traditional welcome. You look back at Haruhi as she walks in to stand, staring at the room, visibly annoyed. You open your mouth to speak but only a bout of laughter escaped before you swiftly closed it again. 

You cover your mouth with one hand, trying to contain your laughter, and turn your head slightly to avert your eyes from the scene. A large toucan had landed on top of Haruhi's head. She sighed in defeat as she pulled out what looked to be a small calendar from her bag. As she studied it, you could hear the twins scolding Haruhi about arriving late. As you walk towards the hosts, you hear Haruhi muttering to herself about it still being early spring.

"Huddling under a kotatsu table, fearing the cold is nonsense!" Tamaki states as he waves his fan around. "And besides, the heating system we have is the best!" He strikes a pose and he almost seems to sparkle under the light. Talk about special effects. Haruhi sighs at Tamaki's theatrics and is about to interject when Kyoya steps in. 

"Do you have a problem with the way that we run our club Haruhi? Be careful what you say. You owe us 8 million yen, remember." Kyoya smirked as he looked towards Haruhi who had gone still in shock, remembering her debt. You roll your eyes at their exchange and walk over to a tree. You lean against it as you pull out your note book, planning to work on the script for the play. 

Getting to work, you pulled out your phone and put on your headset so that you could listen to music while you worked on the story/song that the narrator would sing. You smiled to yourself when you heard the beginning of "The Ballad of Mona Lisa" start to play.

You have been working on the script/song for a while a decided to take a break. You turned off your music and closed your note book. You looked around to see that club hours had started and all of the hosts, except for Haruhi, were wearing "tropical outfits" as the guests called them. They wore what appeared to be long skirts and necklaces. Some wore headbands while other wore leis. You chuckled when you saw Mori walking around, carrying a pineapple in one hand. You stood up and walked over to Haruhi's table and sat with her and her guests. The 3 girls were currently questioning Haruhi about why she wasn't wearing a tropical outfit. As Haruhi and the girls were talking, you noticed, the other hosts were switching guests. You were about to tell Haruhi when a girl walked up to Haruhi's table. 

"Excuse me," she says as she stands next to Haruhi's seat. "I hate to disturbe but I think it's time for the hosts to switch clients."

"Oh I'm sorry. You must be my next appointment. Miss... uhh." Haruhi stumbles over her words as she tries to speak to the girl who had suddenly appeared. 

"My name's Kanako, Kanako Kasugazaki." After she introduced herself, she reaches out and takes Haruhi's chin into her hand, tilting her head so that their gazes could meet. "You're even cuter than I expected. I've decided, that from now on you're going to be my new favorite host, Haruhi." You see Tamaki visually pale at her words. You roll your eyes at him and turn back to face Haruhi and Kanako, who had now sat down in one of the vacated seats. 

Club hours passed by normally and after the guests had left and the tropical paradise had been cleaned up, you asked Haruhi if she was ready were to head back home. 

"Actually Miss. (Y/n)," Kyoya answers for your sister, pushing up his classes and glancing at you.  "Haruhi needs to stay a while longer, to discus some club things. We will ensure that she returns home safely." You look towards Haruhi, silently asking if she would stay. After a from nod from your sister, you shrug your shoulder and head out of the door.

After you had left Ouran, you decided that on your way home you would head to the store to pick up some things for dinner and some blank music paper. You mentally make a list of the things that you will need, not quite paying attention to your surroundings. You were snapped out of your thoughts by a cold hand grabbing your wrist. You turn around in surprise and find yourself staring at a handsome young man, most likely around your age. He smiles at you sweetly before he asked you of you could guide him to the super market. 

You were about to deny his request and try to escape from his grasp when you felt a cloth cover your mouth. Having seen and acted in enough spy movies, you instantly knew that the cloth was covered in chloroform. Trying your best not to inhale the sickly sweet scent, as it would knock you out, you thrash around wildly, trying to break the man's hold on your wrist. However, his hold held fast and your were quickly out of breath. With no other choice, you used your remaining oxygen to cry out for help before breathing in deeply. Your nose and mouth now filled with the sickening sweet smell and taste of the drug. Right before you faded out of consciousness, you heard the man mutter into your ear as he picked you up, carrying you like a princess.

"Sorry kitten, it was the only way."

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