Hullo thar, it's me, Sachie. Again. D
I'm going through an Ouran phase right now, so bear with me.
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BUT, this fan fiction has an added twist. You get to choose whom Haruhi will get paired with. The chapter for the character that has the most reviews will get their own one-shot!
Example: If the chapter where Nekozawa and Haruhi end up together gets the most reviews, I will write an 8 page long one-shot in their favour.
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CONTEST ENDS FEBUARY 14TH
Introduction: Moonlight Masquerade.
The Ouran High School Host Club members sat around a large, polished cherry wood table; papers scattered everywhere, pens in hand, ideas in mind.
"Alright, so everybody's remembered their roles?" The club's vice-president Ohtori Kyoya asked the rest of the club members. "I'm in charge of the financial planning, catering, reserving the school's main ball room and organizing our costumes. This will be a masquerade, after all."
"Ah, Kyoya-senpai, that's so like you." Stated Hitachiin Hikaru. "Tsk, tsk."
"What about us, sempai?" asked Hitachiin Kaoru. "What're we supposed to do?"
Kyoya shook his head, and wiped his forehead. "Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?" He looked at the rest of the club members.
Suoh Tamaki was doodling a picture of 2 stick people holding hands, and a light tint of pink crept across his face. Haruhi was staring blankly at Tamaki's sheet, probably lost deep in thought. Hunny sat before a silver platter of assorted gourmet cakes, and was debating with Mori whether to eat the strawberry vanilla frosted cake, or the triple layer cream fruit cake. Morinozuka Takashi sat quietly at the table, nodding at whatever choice of cake Hunny pointed to. The Hitachiin brothers were occupied in crafting an odd piece of origami out of the pieces of white paper on the table.
Ah, sometimes I wish they would stop acting like they had A.D.D. and just listen to me. Kyoya sighed. He knew planning this masquerade would take a lot of work, but every event that they had planned was always a success.
"Now, all of you will be responsible for informing your clients about this event. We want this to be a success like always, so I take trust in you. I will be giving you each a stack of 100 envelopes, a formal invitation to the masquerade. It contains all of the details that our clients will need to know about. Feel free to give them to anybody that you wish to come, whether they go to this school or not. Remember, the Moonlight Masquerade will be held next week."
Kyoya turned to the cardboard box that was under his seat and pulled 7 sets of envelopes, each bound together with a different coloured ribbon: Gold for Tamaki, a light pink for Haruhi, a dark orange for Hikaru, a light orange for Kaoru, a light purple for Hunny, a deep red for Mori and a black ribbon for Kyoya.
Haruhi stared at her ribbon. "Why is my ribbon…pink?" She asked, clearly annoyed.
"Why, it's probably because you're the only girl in the host club." Tamaki replied gingerly. " Everybody knows that pink is a girl colour."
Haruhi turned to face him. "I didn't know that you were so sexist, Tamaki-sempai." Her mouth twitched angrily.
"Oh! No, no, no, you have misunderstood me, father didn't mean it like that." Tamaki had realized his horrid mistake; he had put their father-daughter relationship in jeopardy. Hikaru and Kaoru looked at each other and burst into contented gags and giggles. How dense could Tamaki get?"
"No, no, p-pink is for the most beautiful, and fragile cherry blossoms, desired by all. D-don't you see, the pink makes you look so much more feminine!" Tamaki stuttered, spewing whichever words crossed his mind.
The Hitachiin brothers leaned closer together, still giggling.
"Yup, Milord's definetly done for." Kaoru giggled, choking back his tears.
"I agree, he had a definite case of verbal diarrhea." Whispered Hikaru, as he felt another spasm of laughter pass through his body and clutched his stomach.
"Are you saying that I'm fragile? Pink makes me look more feminine? Are you saying that I don't look feminine now?" Haruhi demanded, clearly feeling mocked.
"Fragile? Why, no, I was comparing you to the b-beautiful cherry blossoms. Yes! I mean, no, since you are working for the host club as a boy of course. W-wait, Haruhi!" Tamaki cried, clearly befuddled at the status of the situation. Haruhi had gotten up, picked up her enevelopes and stood up.
"I need to get home now; it's already 6:30pm. I have to go home and make dinner." With a nod of approval from Kyoya, she strode towards the large oak doors and exited the room.
Tamaki dashed to his corner and sobbed.
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Haruhi had taken the public bus home that happened to be fairly crowed, filled with leftover after school students and people coming home early from work. She pulled the string for the bell, which signaled the driver to let her off at the next stop. She attempted to push her way through the crowd of people, but was forcibly pushed back.
"Uhm…excuse me." Haruhi said, pawing her way through the group of people. "I need to get off." She was ignored. Haruhi sighed. She stepped back, and forced her way through. The bus began to drive. The bus was driving away from her stop.
No, this is not good. Haruhi wiped the small beads of sweat off of her forehead. It was getting darker. The clouds were billowing dangerously above her, a clear sign of rain. She jumped off the bus at the followings stop and hurried towards her apartment. The charcoal clouds swirled threateningly above her, the velocity of the wind increasing. Haruhi wrapped her coat tighter around her upper body, tightened the straps of her backpack and quickened her pace.
A loud smash of thunder rattled across the sky. Haruhi's heart rate sped up considerably. She watched as the remainder of people on the streets scatter, and disappear into their homes. Soon, a light rain spitted down on the city, wetting Haruhi's soft, chocolate hair and plastered it against her face.
No! I hate thunder! Silently screamed Haruhi The light rain had now turned into a downpour. Her quick jog turned into a full out sprint. She arrived at the apartment, and dashed up the stairs. She was completely soaked, her shoes sloshing with water. She fumbled around her pocket, searching for her keys, flinching every time there was a crack of thunder. She pulled out her keys and unlocked the door.
Haruhi shut the door and locked it. A medium sized cardboard box was placed in the pantry, wrapped with a light pink ribbon. "Kyoya." Haruhi scoffed. She kicked off her shoes, peeled off her jacket and dropped her school bag on the floor. She made her way to her room, bringing the cardboard box with her. There was a note taped to her door.
"Haruhi,
Please don't make dinner with me; I'm staying at the bar again.
I'll be home late, or possibly tomorrow.
I love you!
-Dad
x o x o x o"
She ripped the note off the door and crumpled it. Haruhi sighed. Ranka never came home anymore. He spent so much time working at the bar, probably flirting with men. It didn't faze her anymore. She had seen her share of homosexuality.
She put the cardboard box on her bed and changed into a pair of deep blue silk pajamas.
She turned to the cardboard box and undid the bow on the top. The ribbon fell loosely to the covers of the bed. She pulled the ribbon away from the box and opened the top. There was a cream coloured envelope on top of the contents. She opened the envelope, pulling out a piece of light pink stationery. Haruhi rolled her eyes. What's with all the pink?
She turned back to the note.
" Dear Fujioka-chan,
Here is your costume for next week's masquerade.
The cost of the uniform will be added to your debt.
Ohtori Kyoya"
Haruhi tossed the paper in to garbage can. She didn't care. She was used to it. Kyoya charged her for everything.
She looked back into the cardboard box. There was a white uniform complete with a huge black leather belt, frills, a white masque, and a steel silver dagger. She guessed that they were doing a Victorian theme. She sighed. She didn't want to dress like a boy; there could be a possibility for another kissing incident.
Haruhi had an idea. "I won't be a boy for the ball. It's a masquerade, isn't it?" Haruhi smiled mischievously. "I'll meet with Sachie-chan tomorrow and work things out."
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"Ooooh, what a great idea!" Sachie screamed, clutching her hands and bringing them up to her face. "That's so romantic!"
Sachie was Haruhi's best friend in elementary and middle school, the only one willing to stick with Haru through the tough times. Sachie was obsessed with designing clothes. She spent most of her free time creating wonderful dressed and costumes. She had even worked with Renge in creating cosplay costumes for an anime convention.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But what about my hair? Everybody will know it's me…" Haruhi pointed out.
"Nyaa, you're so cute when you're worried." Sachie squealed. "But it's okay, I have lots of wigs and hair extensions, so we'll work something out. I mean, we don't want your loved one to find out who you are until the end of the ball, right?"
Fujioka Haruhi blushed and smiled gently. "You're right. But during the ball, I'm going to find them and find out what they truly think about me. I'll win their hearts, somehow."
"Kyaah, that's so cute! But first, we're going to have to pick out a dress for you. Follow." Sachie beckoned Haruhi to follow her. The theme of your masquerade is 'Victorian', right? I have some Victorian dresses down stairs, I used them for cosplay with Renge one time." The walked over to a large cabinet, located in the far left corner of the basement. Sachie opened the door.
Inside, there were for most beautiful dresses, colours ranging from white to black. Sachie scanned the wardrobe, searching for a dress that would suit Haruhi. She selected a pearly pink dress, with long, elegant frills and tucks, and a corset-like waist area. This would willingly compliment Haruhi's slender form.
"Our body sizes are very similar, so you shouldn't have a problem fitting into this." Sachie stated confidently. "Just go into the changing stall over there and change."
Haruhi walked into the stall and began to change. "You have a changing stall in your basement?"
"Yeah, it's for the orders I do when I need extra money." Mused Sachie, sitting down at her sewing table. She gathered a pile of ribbon and lace, and deposited it in a random drawer. "You wouldn't believe how many orders I get for cosplay outfits in the summertime." She groaned.
Haruhi stepped out of the stall. She looked simply elegant. Favoring Sachie's prediction, the dress did compliment Haruhi's slender figure.
"Uh, Sachie?" Haruhi tugged at the upper breast area. "It's sorta loose here."
Sachie giggled. "My, my, we haven't changed much have we now, eh Haru? Well, I'll just put some extra padding there and all shall be fine."
Haru sighed. "Alright." She disappeared back into the stall and came back holding a small cream-coloured envelope. "I want you to come to the Masquerade with me."
Sachie squealed. "R-really?" Her eyes shined like moonlight reflecting off water. "Do you know what this means?" Sachie grabbed Haruhi's hand. "I'll get to confess to my true love too!"
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It was the night of the Masquerade. Haruhi and Sachie had gotten into their costumes earlier that night. Sachie had given Haruhi extensions to her short brown hair, now it was long and straight. It was silky and trailed down to her waist. Haruhi had tied a lacy white masque across her face, hiding her identity. Tonight she would be somebody else, somebody daring.
"Ooh, Fujioka-san, you look so adorable!" Sachie squealed. Her dark hair that was usually worn straight was now in loose waves. She wore a short black dress, with many frills and ribbons. She was aiming for the 'Lolita' look; she knew everybody else would look the same. Sachie had small crystal pins in her hair, and silky black gloves on. She had tied a silky black band across her eyes, like a bandit. The bandit of hearts. She thought sheepishly.
They stood nervously at the entrance of the main ballroom, earning promising looks from the males that passed by, and envious glares from the passing girls.
"Well, I see my love! I'll meet you by the fountain later, 'kay?" Without further ado, Sachie dashed off into the crowd.
Fujioka Haruhi took a nervous, deep breath in. Tonight was the night. She stepped into the ballroom, hoping for the best.
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"Where's Haruhi?" Tamaki asked nervously. "What if I offended her so much that she refused to come?" Tamaki was freaking out. Where had his precious daughter gone?
Kyoya looked at him mischievously "Don't sorry, she'll be here."
After greeting his clients, he saw a pair of beautiful young ladies. They stood by the fountain outside of the ballroom. One had wavy black hair and was wearing a daring black dress; the other had long, chocolaty brown hair and modeled an elegant pearly pink Victorian dress. They spoke for a few minutes, and disappeared into the ballroom.
Kyoya took note.
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There you go, the intro for this chapter will finally be up!
Please review; it would make me feel so good! I love Ouran so much, and I hope you can also share my feelings!
Haha, I know it was cheesy, but I needed a female friend for Haruhi. I didn't think Renge was well enough acquainted with Haruhi to try on dresses with her; Renge would probably make her dress in some random cosplay costume. So, I used my RPC, Sachie-chan: D
Next chapter will be Haruhi's encounter with Tamaki. The one after that will be Nekozawa, Kyoya, Hikaru, Mori, Kaoru, and finally Hunny.
These were chosen in no particular order, just to let you know.
Please, keep updated because I'll be writing fics until the end of the winter break! Progress may slow down when school starts up again.
Stay tuned!
Love, Sachie-chan.