Hi everyone! It's Sophia! This is my first Crossover fic, so I hope you all enjoy the first chapter!

*Translations are in parenthesis. Yay for romanji!*

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High Host Club or Princess Tutu.

"In the dream world, where all wishes begin, there is lady who waits in the water. It is there, in the water, that your wish can be granted. So will you join me in my journey to the water, Fakir? Come Fakir. Join me in my voyage to the water."

Deeply entranced in this numbing nightmare, Fakir obeyed the woman speaking to him.

"Yes, Fakir," the voice prompted. "Follow me to the water. I will show you your wish. I will grant you your wish."

Fakir closed the door behind him, stepping out into the haunted night.

"Follow my voice, Fakir. Follow me to the water. I will show you your wish. I will grant your wish."

Fakir continued sleepwalking, following the voice farther and farther away from the cottage.

"Yes, Fakir. Follow my voice to the water."

"My wish," Fakir mumbled. "What is my wish?"

"I will show you if you follow me, Fakir. I will show you your wish. I will grant you your wish."

Slowly, the knight approached the still black waters of the enchanted lake. Reaching the edge of the water, he began to wade into the shallows, still unconscious. The water grew deeper and colder, but Fakir did not wake. As the knight's head vanished below the water's rippling surface, he heard the voice of the woman once again.

"You have come, Fakir. I will show you your wish." In his dream, a blue lady ascended from a small pool. Her long, ebony cascaded around her shoulders and down into the liquid below. With eyes like white coals, she held out her hand silently, awaiting the knight to take it. Come, her hand said. Come closer.

The knight obeyed, bridging the remaining gap between him and the lady.

"Take my hand, Fakir," she said. He obeyed, placing his hand on top of her own which rippled like water itself, and the light from her eyes erupted, sending waves of blue into him.

But the lady faded, and eventually, she disappeared completely.

"Fakir! Fakir, please!" Opening his eyes, the knight met Ahiru's panicked face.

"Ahiru," he whispered.

"Fakir! You're okay!" The small girl wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in close. After a moment, Fakir finally noticed the icy wind that howled through the trees. Sopping wet, he shivered.

"Ahiru…" he whispered. "I'm freezing."

"I'm sorry, I didn't think to bring a blanket or anything! I'm so stupid!" The tiny duck like girl went into a frenzy of panicking.

"Come on, we're going home now," Fakir said, getting to his feet.

Fakir's adoptive father greeted them, wrapping blankets around their shivering shoulders.

"You're probably hungry. I'll go make something to eat," he announced, warmly, strolling off to the kitchen.

"I'm curious," Fakir began after he had dried off and seated himself in front of the fire. "How did you know to come looking for me?"

Ahiru sighed, wringing out her long hair. "Drosselmeyer," she replied. "He came through that doorway and woke me up. He said if I didn't hurry, you wouldn't live much longer! Oh, Fakir, I was so scared!"

"It's alright now, Ahiru," he replied, walking over to the girl. By now, she had managed to entangle her hair in tight knots that simply refused to come out.

"Ouch," she muttered, pulling at one of the tangles with a comb.

"Idiot," Fakir mumbled, sitting down behind her. Gently, he removed the comb from her hand and began to untangle the snarled mess of silky orange hair. A slight blush spread over Ahiru's cheeks, growing redder each second. "Are you feeling okay?" He asked, catching sight of her flushed face.

"I'm fine!" She blurted out, far too quickly.

From the behind the kitchen archway, Fakir's adoptive father watched as his son brushed the young girl's hair, chuckling to himself.

"Is that lovey-dovey zura?" Uzura inquired loudly, causing Fakir to turn his head.

"Uzura, Dad?" Ahiru turned her head to see.

"Come on, Uzura. Fakir and Ahiru probably want to talk without us here." The man picked up the small sea foam green-haired puppet and strolled casually back into the kitchen.

After the knight conquered the tangles, he set the comb down and began to braid the girl's hair, which had dried quite quickly in front of the fire.

"You don't need to do that Fakir. I can braid it," Ahiru stammered.

"It's fine, I want to."

After a few moments of awkward silence, Ahiru spoke.

"Fakir, what were you doing in the lake?" She asked, worriedly.

"It's a long story," he replied. "I was in a dream actually." Fakir paused a moment and then continued on. "I heard a woman's voice. She told me to follow her to the water. She said she'd grant my wish if I just followed her voice. I guess I slept walked into the lake." After Fakir had finished braiding Ahiru's long hair, he tied it off with piece of yellow ribbon. "I've never slept walked before, though."

"That's odd," Ahiru commented, turning to face him. The knight's eyes gazed into an invisible point in the air. "I'm just glad I found you," she sighed, looking down at her hands. Fakir refocused himself, pulling his thoughts away from the dreams and back to the current moment, in which Ahiru might as well have been speaking to a wall. The knight suddenly pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms protectively around her. It took her a moment to process what had happened, but Ahiru finally relaxed, falling asleep in Fakir's warm embrace.

"Ouch," Haruhi mumbled, standing up slowly. Honey and Mori had both managed to land on their feet; however, the rest of the host club had crashed rather clumsily into a small lake.

"Mommy! My head hurts!" Tamaki whined loudly. Spinning around quickly, Haruhi caught sight of blood running down Tamaki's cheek.

"Tamaki! You're bleeding!" She exclaimed, rushing to him through the water. From one of her pockets, she produced a plastic bag filled with first aid supplies. "Here, stand still for a minute." After cleaning the shallow cut on his cheek, Haruhi gently bandaged it. "There," she said, smiling.

"My wonderful daughter has treated my injuries!" Tamaki cried, pulling Haruhi into a crushing hug.

"Tamaki—can't breathe!" She coughed. Tamaki apologized, letting her go.

"Are you two coming?" Hikaru asked.

"Or are you going to stay in the lake and play lovers?" Kaoru added. By that time, the other members had waded out of the lake. Haruhi sighed, grabbing hold of Tamaki's wrist.

"Come on, they're waiting," she muttered. Taking a few steps, Haruhi became dizzy and staggered back, falling into Tamaki's arms. Quickly, he scooped her up and carried her the rest of the way to shore. "Tamaki… My head feels…"

"Sh. Don't talk," Tamaki whispered.

"Is Haru-chan okay?" Honey asked worriedly. The small boy raced to meet the two. Mori followed, hovering protectively around Honey.

"It looks like Haruhi needs help," Kyoya assessed, joining them. "Honey, Mori. Can you two find out where we are?"

"Yes!" Honey exclaimed. "We have to help Haru-chan!"

"Hn," Mori agreed. Hastily, the two took off to scout out their surroundings. As Tamaki gently set Haruhi down on the grass, the remaining members gathered around her. Kyoya knelt down at her side.

"Haruhi," he began. "What does your head feel like?"

"It's… dizzy. And it hurts…a lot."

"Can you remember if you hit your head on something?"

"I…no…"

"What's wrong with Haruhi?" Tamaki asked. Both the twins had fallen silent.

"Well," Kyoya sighed. "It's very possible that she received a concussion from that fall." Emerging from the forest, Honey and Mori returned to the group.

"There's a town not far from here!" Honey announced.

"Good," Kyoya replied, getting to his feet. "Mori-, can you carry Haruhi? I think she received a concussion."

"Hn," he replied, bending over to lift Haruhi's limp figure into his arms.

"Why can't I carry Haruhi?" Tamaki complained. Kyoya ignored his whining and followed after the rest of the group who were making their way to the edge of the forest.

"Hurry up, Tamaki, or we'll leave you behind," Kyoya called. Hikaru and Kaoru chuckled, drifting back to meet up with Tamaki.

"Poor Boss," Hikaru sighed melodramatically.

"Mori-san is carrying his beloved daughter all the way back to the town…" Kaoru added. The two snickered as Tamaki's face grew distressed.

"The Boss can't even help his beloved daughter," they both sobbed. By then, Tamaki's face had gone pale with grief.

"Wait!" Tamaki shouted, running after Mori. The twins laughed merrily, amused by Tamaki's ignorance. Someday, he's going to realize that he's in love with her, Kaoru thought.

"You know, Kaoru," Hikaru began. "Someday the Boss is going to realize that he's in love with Haruhi."

"I was thinking the same thing!" Kaoru exclaimed. "You'll always love me, won't you, Hikaru?" Kaoru's face twisted into a gloomy plea.

"Kaoru, of course I will," his brother cried, wrapping his arms around Hikaru. "I'll always love you," he added, stroking his twin's cheek.

"Good," Kaoru replied. "C'mon. We'd better catch up to them if we ever want to get out of this forest…"

Trudging out of the gloomy forest, the host club drew up to a massive wooden gate.

"This is it!" Honey beamed, motioning to the enormous oak gates. Happily, he strode over to the closed doors, but, to the host club's surprise, Honey walked straight through them as if they had been open. Mori followed, Haruhi unconscious in his arms. Tamaki, despite his confusion followed quickly so as not to lose Haruhi. Kyoya lingered a moment and Tamaki peeked his head back through. "Come on, Kyoya, it's fine," he assured the skeptical shadow king. After the twins caught up, the three stepped through together into the dark streets.

After wandering for some time, the host club stumbled upon a small house with a light in the window. Jogging to the door, Honey knocked lightly. The door opened a moment later, and a tall, brawny man answered.

"Come in," the man said warmly, observing the soaking boys. Mori entered first with Haruhi. "What happened?" He asked after the host club had all come in.

"I'm afraid we fell from the sky into a lake," Kyoya explained. "We think our friend Haruhi received a concussion."

Fakir and Ahiru entered, carrying blankets to the dripping members of the host club.

"That's not good," the man sighed. "Bring her over to the fire. I'll see if I've got anything that might help her. Fakir, can you get them some dry clothes?" The man asked, turning to the thin, dark haired boy.

"Yeah. I'll be right back," Fakir replied. Ahiru stayed, kneeling down beside Haruhi.

"She'll be fine," Ahiru smiled, catching sight of Tamaki's panicked face. "You must care about her a lot, huh?" Tamaki nodded.

"So you're Ahiru?" The blonde asked, looking over the small girl. The girl had blue eyes and long red hair which had been braided into perfect plaits. She nodded, drying Haruhi's hair with a towel. "I'm Tamaki. This is Kyoya, Mori, Honey, Hikaru, and Kaoru," he introduced, motioning to the host club members.

"It's nice to meet you all," she replied, smiling. Haruhi began to stir, and the man walked back in, carrying a steaming mug. Fakir entered from the hall, carrying a pile of dry clothes.

"Here," Fakir said, handing them the clothing. "You can change in this room," he added, opening the first door in the hall. Hikaru and Kaoru entered followed by Honey and Mori. Kyoya managed to drag a reluctant Tamaki in before closing the door.

"Is she awake yet?" The man asked.

"Nearly," Ahiru replied. Slowly, Haruhi's eyes opened.

"Where am I?" She asked, sitting up.

"You're at Fakir's house," Ahiru answered. "I'm Ahiru, and this is Fakir."

"I'm Fakir's adoptive father," the man said, handing Haruhi the mug. "You can call me Dad while you're here." The man reminded Haruhi of her own father. Haruhi blew the steam away and took a sip to test the temperature. It was delicious. Slowly, she took another gulp.

"This is good," she said, gulping it down. "What is it?"

"It's milk with vanilla and a few herbs to help your headache go down," the man replied. After Haruhi finished, she handed it back to him and closed her eyes.

"Ahiru," the man said, "why don't you help Haruhi change into something dry?"

"That's a good idea," she replied. "Do you think you can stand?" Ahiru asked.

"I don't know," Haruhi answered. Ahiru stood, offering her hand to the girl. Taking it, Haruhi slowly pulled herself up.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I think so," Haruhi replied.

"Alright, let's get you into something dry," the girl said, leading Haruhi down the hall. The two entered a small bedroom, and Ahiru closed the door. "My clothes should fit you," she said, pulling open a drawer.

"Thanks," Haruhi smiled, shedding her wet clothes onto the floor. Ahiru handed her a pair of pink flannel pajamas. "Perfect."

"You look cute, Haruhi," Ahiru said.

"Thanks," Haruhi replied, yawning.

"You need sleep," Ahiru said, guiding her to the bed. Haruhi agreed and climbed in under the covers, slipping into a deep sleep. Ahiru left, closing the doors behind her, and walked back into the main room where the rest of the host club and Fakir sat talking. "She was tired, so I put her to sleep in your room, Fakir," she yawned.

"By the looks of it, you are too," he replied. "Dad went to bed, and I think Uzura is sleeping as well… Why don't you go join Haruhi? In fact, we should all get some sleep," he stated. "It's been a long night."

"Alright," she mumbled, heading back down the hallway."

"We can talk more tomorrow morning," Fakir added. "It's Sunday tomorrow, so I don't have class."

"Yes," Kyoya agreed. "We can talk tomorrow." Fakir grabbed some more thick blankets and cushions from the linen closet before turning the lights off.

After a few minutes of shuffling around, the seven settled down comfortably and drifted to sleep.

Warm sunlight spilled into Fakir's bedroom, waking Ahiru from a beautiful dream about Fakir. Slowly, she sat up, remembering the events of the previous night. Haruhi was still asleep, so Ahiru moved quietly and slipped out of bed and into the hall.

In the living room, the arm chairs had been pushed aside, and seven boys slept, sprawled out on the wooden floors. Ahiru quietly made her way around them to the front door. There probably isn't enough food in the house for ten people right now, she thought, so I'd better go get some.

The town market opened early on Sundays, and Ahiru finished her shopping quickly. As she headed back to Fakir's house, she took a short detour to the baker's shop to pick up some fresh strawberry pastries.

Quietly, she snuck back into the house and through the living room to the kitchen where she started preparing breakfast.

Kyoya woke first. To his dismay, Tamaki had shuffled and tossed while asleep, and now the blonde's head rested comfortably on Kyoya's stomach. Sighing, the shadow king gently lifted Tamaki's torso and placed him back down on a pillow. Stretching, the brunette rose to his feet, the smell of eggs and bacon reaching his nose. Kyoya strolled into the kitchen where Ahiru was hard at work on breakfast for ten.

"Let me help you," Kyoya sighed when she burned her finger on the pan. Ahiru turned around to see Kyoya fetching a first aid kit from his bag. He handed Ahiru a small bottle of crème and a bandage. "This should make the burn fade," he said.

"Thanks," she replied. Kyoya took over the eggs, allowing Ahiru to focus on the strips of bacon. "You know, you seemed kind of distant at first," she started, "but you're actually really nice."

"Hm," he puzzled. "You're name means duck, and it seems to me that your personality is rather like a duck too," he replied.

"Oh, yeah. I get that a lot," Ahiru laughed. "Well, we should wake the others now," Ahiru announced when the two finished cooking.

"Yes. Could you check on Haruhi?" Kyoya asked. "If she's awake, go ahead and tell her breakfast is ready, but let her sleep if she isn't," the brunette instructed.

"I was thinking the same thing," she replied. With that, the small duck like girl disappeared down the hallway.

Kyoya strolled casually back into the living room. Fakir stirred and then got up, stretching out his legs.

"Ahiru and I prepared breakfast," Kyoya announced.

"You didn't have to do that," Fakir mumbled. "I guess I'll go wake up Dad then…" Fakir headed down the hall.

"Tamaki, time to wake up," Kyoya said, gently shaking the blonde's shoulder. Tamaki's eyes fluttered open, and he sat up, yawning.

"Where's Haruhi?" The host club's prince inquired.

"Ahiru went to see if she was awake," Kyoya replied, moving over to the twins who had fallen asleep in each other's arms. The shadow king nudged Hikaru's shoulder with his foot and proceeded to wake Honey and Mori. Ahiru walked back out, followed by a yawning Haruhi, and Tamaki blushed at the sight of her in pajamas.

"She looks cute, huh Boss?" The twins inquired mischievously. Fakir and his father joined the group, and Ahiru served everyone breakfast in the living room.

"So how exactly did get here?" Fakir's father asked Tamaki.

"Well it's a long story," Tamaki sighed.

Flashback

Through the cracked doors of the music room, Nekozawa and Belzenef observed the host club on their last day of the year. The boys wore particularly charming smiles, and finally, the club activities came to a close. As the young ladies left, Umehito entered, chuckling.

"Oh! It's Neko-chan!" Honey exclaimed. After Umehito saved young Kirimi from the cat, he seemed nowhere near as dark and was thereon a friend of the host club.

"Yes," Nekozawa replied. "I've come with an interesting proposition," he smiled darkly.

"What is it Neko-chan?" Honey inquired.

"This had better not involve any magic," Kyoya replied emotionlessly.

"Oh, you've spoiled my fun, Ootori-san. I've been practicing a new ritual, and I'd like to give it a try."

"What is it this time?" Tamaki sighed.

"It's a ritual to transport one to another world," Umehito answered mysteriously, catching the twins' interest.

"Just how does it work?" they asked simultaneously.

"Would you like to try it?" Nekozawa asked, a smirk playing at his lips.

Somehow, everyone ended up agreeing to the strange ritual and Nekozawa brought them back to the Black Magic club.

"Now," Umehito instructed, "please form a circle around the seal." The host club followed his instructions, standing around the circular outline of the large white drawing on the floor. Nekozawa stepped into the center, chanting a strange phrase repeatedly. After a few moments, Umehito began walking the perimeter of the seal, chanting another phrase. "Now, who will recite the ancient texts?" He asked. "How about the prince?" Tamaki sighed. "Repeat after me: Watashi wa mizu no josei o u~eikuappu shimasu." (Translates to: I will now wake the woman of the water.)

"Watashi wa mizu no josei o u~eikuappu shimasu," Tamaki repeated. The seal on the floor illuminated with blue light.

"Negai o shimeshite imasu. Negai o fuyo shimasu." (Shows the desire. Grant a wish.) Tamaki repeated the next phrase.

"Kanojo wa watashi no negai o fuyo shimasu." (She will grant my wish.) As Tamaki continued after Umehito, the light grew brighter.

"Hikari wa watashi ni soko o yusō sa reru." (The light will take me there.) After Tamami finished the last phrase, he seal exploded with light.

"Now join hands and step in," Nekozawa instructed.

Moments later, the host club landed in a small lake.

End Flashback

As Tamaki wrapped up their adventure with black magic, Fakir's face grew grim.

"You do know the translation of all those verses, don't you?" He inquired.

"No idea. What do they mean?" Tamaki asked.

"I will wake up the lady of the water. She will show a wish. She will grant a wish. She will grant my wish. The light will transport me. I had a dream before you guys arrived last night. I heard a woman's voice, telling me to follow her to the water. She said she'd show me my wish and grant it. When I found her, I took her hand, and her eyes exploded into light."

"That sounds just like what I said in the ritual!" Tamaki exclaimed. Fakir's face twisted into annoyance.

"I slept walked into a lake and nearly drowned!" He shouted.

"The Boss almost killed Fakir!" Hikaru exclaimed.

"How's it feel to be a criminal, Boss?" Kaoru piped in. Tamaki sunk lower and lower into the chair until he slipped below the table and disappeared to the corner of the room. Noticing his absence, Haruhi got up and walked over to him, kneeling down beside the rejected prince.

"Come on, you didn't mean the guy any harm. Hikaru and Kaoru are just playing," she reassured. Tamaki looked up at her with dead eyes. "Come on, you know they aren't serious." The prince's expression didn't change. "Alright, this ends now," she said, pulling the blonde back over to the table. "We're really sorry, Fakir. Nekozawa is a black magic expert, but none of his charms have ever worked before. We had no intention of killing anyone."

"Well, I didn't die, so I'll forgive you. But be cautious of what you say and do here; magic isn't uncommon in this town."

"Of course," Tamaki replied.

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Sophia