Hello everyone! Author here- just wanted to let you know a little bit more about the story! It was originally just an abstract idea in my head, like- Ouran. Dragons. Ouran? Dragons… OURAN DRAGONS! (I have a bit of a strange mind…don't ask.) Aaaanyways, I hope you all enjoy what I've written here! Based upon how many people like it, if anyone likes it, I will probably update. Just send me a pm if you have any questions or suggestions, and I'll get back to you! So, without further adieu, I bring you Ouran Highschool Host Club- dragon edition.

ALL RIGHTS TO OURAN HIGHSCHOOL HOST CLUB BELONG TO BISCO HATORI.

It was at this particular moment in time that this particular dragon wished that she was somewhere else. Somewhere far, far away. Away from crowds, away from noise, and away from spoiled, rich, pompous bastards that didn't give a damn about personal space. Or personal time alone.

Really, they didn't pay attention to anything personal regarding her, but she supposed that there was nothing to be done for it. But seriously.

Why did it have to be her? Couldn't she have simply side-stepped that blasted vase and not broken it into thousands of pieces?

According to fate, no, she could not have. That day was destined to occur, the ancient, beautiful, very broken vase included.

She sighed, and her mind drifted back to that day, that one day, the day where her life changed forevermore.

The day that she met some of the craziest dragons to walk the earth: rich scoundrels who knew nothing less than the best, and most likely had been born with silver spoons stuck up their-

Calm, Haruhi. Calm.

The dragoness took a deep breath, slowly exhaling, and returned to her thoughts.

Though she did in fact think them petty, self-absorbed, completely unaware of the world around them, and pretty much as thick as a board,

They were her friends. Friends, or caretakers that cared a little too much. If she was perfectly honest, the lines seemed to be more than a little blurred whilst in their company, but if she really thought about it…

Did she care?

This was probably the most included in a group that she'd felt since… ever.

She supposed that did make them friends… probably.

Did friends really practically strangle each other, though? Did they constantly yank you between one another as if you're a giant chew toy? Or maybe normal friends don't constantly flounce their abundant riches in your face like it meant nothing?

So maybe they were… a different kind of friend then most people had.

She shrugged and looked out to the window. The world flashed by, as if it were not troubled in the least to see that a whole car-full of dragons was traversing its surface. It was right, though. Why should it care when the dragons were wandering it's surface? After all, the only time you really want to watch out for dragons is when they take to the sky. Then, then they become a real threat.

Not all dragons have wings, but for those who do, they provide the perfect asset in aerial domination, and for most, it is the perfect place to be.

It is rare for one of the giant lizards to despise the sky, but she supposes that there might be some who do. For her, though, it is simply amazing. Zipping through the clouds, almost as if she didn't have a care in the world, that to Haruhi is true bliss.

But, she always has to be pulled back down to the earth at some point. And then, usually, she has to deal with these handfuls. And homework. And then the Host Club. The three horrendous 'H's' of the life of Haruhi Fujioka. As said before, the lines between friend and something else are often blurred.

How did she get in this situation again? Oh right…

Her thoughts tracked back to that one day, that one fateful day that changed her whole school career. Her whole life, really, but for now… let's just go with 'school career'.

From that day forward, there was an ever-present claw mark scratched down the events of her life, and that mark looked similar to five- no, six distinct silhouettes…

Whatever could that mean?