Author's Note: Yup, it's basically crack. I was going to have some people read over it and try to help me fix it, but didn't have time, so...ANYWHO!, I'm putting it up because I wrote the first few chapter a year ago, and didn't have time to write a new chapter for my other Death Note fic, but still wanted something up, so...I mean, not many people read Death Note/Ouran cross fics, but at least I know I have it up, so I'm happy ^.^ But, like I said, I started writing it a year ago, so it isn't so great...but none of my stories are, so whatever ^.^

IPORTANT: I do not own Death Note or OHSHC. I kinda own Mary, who's really just a random girl I threw in for the first few paragrphs, so don't expect her to be showing back up. I'm sorry, I know you totally fell in love with her from her, like, two lines (like Matt ^.^), but love doesn't always work, doll XD And by the way, I wrote this before I even knew what a Mary-Sue was (not that it's really that possible for Mary to be one O.o), so when I re-found this on my computer and read the name I thought it was funny ^.^ Anywho, you can just pretend Mary dies, or something, after the first few paragraphs, because she's not coming back...

Mary excitedly pushed open the large doors to Ouran High School's third music room. She closed her eyes and smiled, allowing the sea of pink flower petals to wash over her face. When she opened her eyes, she screamed.

Perched oddly on the throne where "The King" Tamaki usually sat, there was a man with dead-looking eyes, and pitch-black hair. On his right was a tall man, who looked like he could have been the father of one of the club's members. Seated on the ground directly in front of him, stacking matches, was a small boy with white hair. He gave the girl a small glance before returning his attention to his unique hobby. Behind the throne were figures standing very close to each other. One of them, with wild red hair and orange tinted-goggles, seemed quite comfortable with this, while the other, a blond, seemed a bit more tense. On the throne's left stood a boy with light brown hair, scribbling on a weird notebook between glances to the T.V. screen in front of him, where the news channel was playing. This one scared Mary the most. He also occasionally glanced at the new Tamaki in a way that made it seem like he was upset with him. Next to him, though, stood a figure that made Mary gasp, cry, and race into his arms. It was, of course, Haruhi.

"Haruhi, there strange people scare me, who are they?" she whispered into Haruhi's ear. But, before her question could be answered, there was a strange noise. Like a motor, a very strong, loud motor….Mary thought. And she was right.

Right from the ground a few feet away from her rose a large platform, and on it was a petite blond girl, with long hair and a skimpy outfit. Mary thought that she recognized her from a magazine she once read, but she wasn't sure.

"We're from another manga and anime called Death Note. We were traded here to spice up the Host Club! And, because of me, look at how much hotter it is already!"

"Traded?" Mary questioned.

"Yes, so the hosts you know are in the world of Death Note right now, while the characters from Death Note are here."

**The World of Death Note**

Tamaki stared at all the T.V. screens covering the walls. He had one hand on his hip, and another holding his head. On the screens were images of Kyouya, his best friend. So, mommy is killing people, and I have to put him in jail? He sighed, then shouted, "HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT!"

**Back to the Host Club**

Haruhi spoke up then, trying to explain things better to the confused girl. "You see the man in Tamaki's throne? Well, that's L, and to his right is Mr. Rester, and in front of him is Near. Behind the throne are Matt-" Matt gave a small wave when hearing his name, and pulled the blond next to him closer, "and Mello. On the left of L would be Yagami Light. And, the one you just talked to is Misa Amane."

Mary whispered to Harhuhi again, "do the others know that there's a girl here, besides Miss Amane?"

Haruhi nearly died. All she could think was she knows I'm really a girl….how did she know? Did Tamaki tell her before he left? No, no, even he wouldn't do something that stupid. No, I just must be terrible at pretending to be a guy…. She wouldn't admit it, but secretly, she loved being a part of the Host Club. All her worries melted away when she realized who Mary was suspiciously glaring at. Between her uncontrolled laughs, she managed to spit out, "M-Mello? Ahaha, you think Mello's a g-girl? Ahahahaha! No, no, he's a boy, but that's the funniest thing I've heard all day!"

Mello turned bright red, and started marching towards the two girls. Oops, did I forget to whisper that? Haruhi thought.

I'm gonna murder that bitch! Who's she think she's takin' 'bout? I'm gonna-Mello's thoughts were cut short when Matt placed his hand on Mello's shoulder. I hate him. I hate him for always making me calm down. I'm entitled to be mad every once in a while. Matt then spun Mello around to face him.

"Calmed down yet, Mels?"

"As much as I ever will be. And don't call me 'Mels,'" Mello replied. This earned them many squeels from the girls who walked in during the introductions.

"OH! Host Club! Right. Welcome, ladies," Haruhi said with a dramatic gesture with her arm, welcoming them all in. With all this drama, she had completely forgotten the point of why she was there! And Mary must have just wandered in a little early.

Ten minutes later, they were all becoming more relaxed and having a good time with their guests. Well, all of them except Mello and possibly Matt, who played it off well.

Author's Note #2: Yeah, it's short. And I'm sure it's been done MILLIONS of time before. And probably with similar wording...But I'll try to make the rest of the plot more Ryanne-ish (which means no plot at all and just running' with whatever pops into my head ^.^')

Please review! PLEASE! I'll love you forever and ever and ever and ever if you do!