Z.R. Stein
The Ouran Plan – An Ouran High School Host Club/Sekirei crossover AU.
I do not own the characters to either series.
It's my first fic, so let me know what you think, ok dudes? Be nice and drop me a review to help me improve. I'd love to hear what you think!
"Don't let her get that back!"
Gunfire filled the narrow passageway as the soldiers fired at the approaching shadow, bullets tinkling onto the floor in the hundreds. The acrid smell of freshly fired rounds and fear filled the air. Suddenly, a spray of blood flew up, covering the walls. It was quickly followed by another spray, and another, and another…
"What's going on?"
"Keep your guard up!"
The soldiers backed up involuntarily, still firing despite the fact that their bullets were having no effect. The cold blue eyes of the oncoming figure watched their efforts amusedly, her red lips pulled into a faint smile.
One soldier, panic in his eyes, turned to run.
"They're not human! They're-"
Another spray of blood spattered the walls as the men fell before the predator before them.
. . .
"D-don't come any closer!"
A different corridor, the same story; an approaching figure, this one with luscious blonde hair cascading down her back. She held no weapon, but nonetheless, her confidence was unwavering.
The soldiers tensed up, watching the new threat. The hallways echoed with distant gunfire, and their nerves, already frayed to a fine thread, snapped.
"Fire! Don't hesitate!"
As hot metal slugs flew down the hallway, the blonde moved at inhuman speeds, somehow avoiding every shot. She grabbed the guns of the two foremost soldiers and wrenched them away, throwing them behind her. The firing stopped as the men realized its futility, looking with terror at the woman. As she pushed past, they flattened themselves against the wall, praying that this avenging angel would spare them.
Unlike her partner, she did.
The woman walked to the end of the corridor and entered a large, spare room. A metal pedestal stood in the center, surrounded by machinery and wires. On top of the pedestal lay a boy; thin and blonde, he couldn't have been much more than seven years old. He was bound to the table by hefty steel bands and had a half dome helmet on. The woman ripped open the bands and picked him up carefully, as if picking up her own child. She removed the helmet off of the boys head, taking a moment to stroke his sleeping face. Then, she left back the way she had come.
No soldiers bothered to stop her this time.
. . .
The blonde woman exited the cramped base, stepping outside onto the sun baked rock of Kamikura Island. Her partner was already there, honey brown hair whipping through the air as she gazed over an enormous pile of bodies. Hearing footsteps, she turned.
"Hey, An-chan. You were taking far too long, so I killed all of them."
Blood seeped over the rocks, staining them crimson as An saw the carnage that her partner Éclair had wrought. She clutched the boy she was carrying tightly to her chest.
"It's boring. They're so weak, An-chan. All in all, this is a detestable species, as I thought. Don't you think so, Anne?"
Tears welled up in An's eyes before they dripped down onto the face of the boy. His eyes scrunched up at the foreign wetness on his face, opening to reveal a pair of wide, blue eyes full of nothing but innocence.
. . .
10 years later
The City of Shintou Teito
Haruhi Fujioka stood, glaring at the board in front of her. All around her, new students cheered and high fived, congratulating one another on their entrance into the prestigious Teito Academy; for them, the day was going excellently.
Do they have to be so loud? I can barely hear myself think.
Haruhi sighed, disappointed, and began walking away from the board. She stuffed her hands in her pockets and left the courtyard, fishing a phone out of her pocket. After a few rings, the number she had dialed picked up, and an exaggeratedly feminine voice came from the phone.
"Haruhi, baby, hello! I'm so glad that you called me! How did your exam go, did my little girl get the number one spot this time?"
Haruhi made a wry face at the question and responded "I uh…no. Looks like the second time wasn't the charm. They still won't let me into Teito Academy."
An explosion of noise blasted out of the receiver as Haruhi's father began a swear filled tirade. Haruhi held the phone at arm's length, yet she was still able to pick out the words 'bastards', 'slaughter', 'deserve', and 'my poor little Haruhi'.
Geez dad, tone it down a little bit. This is even worse than the first time they didn't let me in.
As her father wound down, Haruhi brought the phone back to her ear.
"Listen, Dad, it just didn't work out this time, ok? No need to get so angry."
"But you're smarter than that! How dare they not let my little girl into their pitiful academy! I'll just have to call them later and convince them of that fact!"
Haruhi sighed and shook her head.
"Dad, I failed the test, ok? I was just stressed. Its not their fault. Don't call anyone. I'll talk to you tomorrow, bye."
Ignoring her father's protestations, Haruhi hung up and dropped the phone back into her pocket. She turned to the left and started heading towards the station, her mood gloomy.
I failed a second time, Mom. Are you seeing me from heaven? Are you still proud of me, even after this?
An electronic billboard hung above the street off to Haruhi's left. On it was a news reporter, with a picture of a frowning, black haired man on it. Across the bottom of the billboard flashed the words: Yoshio Ootori announced today that his company, OBI, bought more than 80% of all the Shintou Teito stocks.
Haruhi glanced at the board, the information dragging her out of her gloom for a few moments.
A company that can buy out an entire city…that's just…horrible. What's that all about?
Haruhi glanced at Ouran Tower in the distance. Owned by OBI, Ouran Tower was the tallest building in the city of Shintou Teito, stretching hundreds of meters into the sky. Its spires and pinkish hue made it the most distinctive landmark of the city, and it was often referred to as the beating heart of Shintou Teito.
Why'd they colour it pink, anyways? That's so…garish and girly.
Despite the fact that she was a girl, no one who saw Haruhi walking down the street would have known it. She was a short girl with a choppy pixie cut, a pair of enormous glasses resting on her nose. Her clothes consisted of a baggy grey sweater and a pair of baggy grey pants. An untucked shirt poked out of the bottom of the sweater. All in all, her look screamed 'male', as well as 'student', and 'slacker'.
I really do need to do my laundry. This is grungy, even for me. I may not dress up in pretty dresses and skirts like most girls but I at least like my clothes to be clean.
Haruhi sighed again, flicking an errant strand of chocolate brown hair out of her face. The train station was only a block away, and the 12:05 would be there soon.
I can head back to my tenement, maybe pick up something on the way. I don't have much money left though. Mmmmm…Hmmm….I wonder-
Haruhi's musings about food were cut short though, as a loud boom echoed down the street. Haruhi raised her head, startled, and looked around wildly.
An explosion? But what could have caused that?
"Look out below!"
Haruhi's eyes shot up and widened as she saw a figure falling towards her at high speed. With a startled squeak, she jumped back to avoid being landed on.
A small dust cloud arose as the person smacked into the ground facefirst. Haruhi winced at the sound and glanced over, her mind still in shock.
A suicide?
If Haruhi's eyes could have gotten any wider, they would have, for the person that just fell out of the sky promptly pulled his head out of the ground. He seemed unharmed as well, though for some reason he was pouting.
"Why didn't you catch me? I did say look out below…"
Haruhi just stared in stupefaction at the strange teen. As he stood up fully, she noticed a few things: he was quite tall, he had blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes, and he had no shirt on.
Whaaaaa?
"That wasn't very nice, little piglet, I could have gotten hurt. And someone as beautiful as me must always be fabulous."
Haruhi's eye twitched as the strange boy struck a pose, a sudden winds picking up cherry blossoms and making them fly behind him. He seemed to be utterly confident that this would calm Haruhi down.
It didn't.
"What the hell was that!? Who the hell are you!? And why don't you have a shirt on!?"
The strange boy backed up a step, a wounded expression on his face.
"Why are you shouting, you're the one who didn't catch me?"
"It's not normal to catch someone who jumps off of a building, idiot!"
The boy's mouth opened and closed a couple times before he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, his cheeks slightly red.
"Oh well…yeah, I suppose so. Sorry about that, young man. I'm Tamaki. How about you?"
Haruhi shook her head a few times to make sure that this was really happening. When Tamaki refused to disappear, she hesitantly responded with "Haruhi. Haruhi Fujioka."
Tamaki gave Haruhi a genuine smile. She returned his smile with an erratic twitch of the lips, as if she wasn't really sure how to act in this situation.
What the hell is going on?
Tamaki's eyes suddenly widened, and he dashed towards Haruhi.
"Watch out!"
Haruhi felt an explosion hit the ground where she had been standing as Tamaki barreled away, his arms wrapped around her. He came to a stop a dozen meters away, skidding to a halt in front of a newspaper kiosk. A prodding in his side made him look down.
"Uh…can you quit pressing me into your chest?"
Tamaki gave an awkward laugh and set Haruhi down, dusting off her shoulders.
This guy…
"You can't run away from us, you know. It's time to fight us!"
Haruhi looked up at the sound of foreign voices. Her lips began twitching again as she took in the sight of the newcomers. Standing on top of the office building across the street were two red haired twin boys dressed up in latex and leather bondage suits.
What the fuck!? Did I get knocked out and am having hallucinations!?
Tamaki turned towards the pair, a resolute glimmer in his eyes. He pointed a slender finger at the two accusingly.
"I can't fight, not yet! It wouldn't be gentlemanly to fight without an Ashikabi."
I know, this is all a dream. I must have been reading one of those bad manga that I used to like in middle school. That has to be it.
The twins smirked and held up their hands. Lightning sprang up from their fingertips, lighting up their faces impishly.
"Even if you don't feel like fighting-" began the left twin.
"-we sure do!" finished the right twin, and they jumped off of the office building, electricity trailing behind them.
Haruhi barely even had time to think before she felt her arm nearly wrench itself out of its socket. Tamaki had a tight grip on her hand and he was running away, Haruhi flying behind him like a flapping kite. As her glasses flew off of her face, Haruhi began to wonder if this was, in fact, real after all.
. . .
Morning light streamed in through the window as Haruhi opened her eyes slowly.
So it was a dream, after all.
She sighed contentedly and threw the blanket off of her body. Unexpectedly, her hand came into contact with something soft and fleshy.
What is this? Did a cat sneak into my room or something?
Haruhi grabbed the thing that her hand was resting on. It was warm, and it seemed to be covered by some sort of fabric. Opening her eyes, Haruhi saw that she had grabbed a handful of what seemed to be a firm behind underneath the bedsheet. She could just barely see a sliver of pale golden hair peeking out from under the sheet.
...huh? EHHHHH?
Tamaki's head poked out from the sheets and he smiled at Haruhi as he turned over. The motion caused the sheet to fall down, revealing a bare, toned chest.
Oh my god, is he naked?
Not paying any attention to the panicking girl beside him, Tamaki sat up and stretched his arms above his head.
"Good morning Haruhi. Thank you for letting me sleep here tonight, your futon was quite comfortable."
Tamaki stopped talking as Haruhi's hands came up in front of her face. She was trembling slightly, prompting Tamaki to come closer, concern on his face. The sheet slid off of him completely, revealing that he was, in fact, completely nude.
"Haruhi? Are you ok? You don't look so good."
Tamaki spluttered as another sheet hit him in the face, falling backwards from surprise. As he struggled to regain his composure, he heard the door slam shut and Haruhi yell at him to 'put some damn clothes on.'
After a moment, he smiled cheerfully to himself and did as she asked.
. . .
"I didn't think that you'd be so openly gay, Haruhi."
Haruhi's eye twitched as she observed the now-clothed Tamaki.
Openly what? Oh…he must think I'm a guy still.
After knocking to make sure her unexpected houseguest was decent, Haruhi had entered to discover that he was making breakfast. He had on a light blue yukata that she vaguely remembered him wearing the day before (though at the time it only covered his lower half). She had sat down numbly while he chattered on about…well, she wasn't really sure. He seemed to like to hear himself talk.
"I'm just happy to have met someone nice in this city. Despite my charming good looks, no one has stopped to talk to me since I left OBI headquarters; how am I supposed to find an Ashikabi when no one will talk to me? Well, those twins talked to me, but they were more intent on trying to fight me, so that doesn't really count now, does it? And I don't have a place to stay either; how horrible for someone with my looks?"
Haruhi snapped out of her stupor at the odd bit of information that preceded the teen's now predictable narcissism.
"OBI? What were you doing with OBI? And what's an Ashikabi?"
Tamaki hummed contentedly as he continued cooking.
"An Ashikabi is a special person. All Sekirei are born for their Ashikabi. We are put here to guide them to the higher sky, to the world of beauty!"
As he spoke, the blonde teen struck another pose. Petals plastered the window as a sudden wind kicked up outside.
Does this happen every time this guy says something like that? Anyways…Ashikabi? Sekirei? I'm kind of getting tired of saying it, but what the hell is going on?
"I'm going to need more of an explanation, Tamaki-senpai. What are Sekirei?"
Tamaki seemed as if he was about to answer when the pan that he was cooking with suddenly caught fire. Haruhi let out a startled screech as Tamaki dashed around the flat, the burning pan held in his hands before he dumped it into the sink, where it extinguished with a sizzle.
This guy…he's so…obnoxious!
Tamaki gave an embarrassed smile as he turned to Haruhi.
"Do you mind if we go out to eat? I'm hungry, and I think I set fire to breakfast."
. . .
Haruhi and Tamaki walked out of the local breakfast café, their moods contrasting sharply. Tamaki exuded happiness, his face pleasantly tipped to the side as he walked. Haruhi, on the other hand, had an ominous cloud around her as she looked at the contents of her empty wallet.
That was my food money for the next week! He eats enough for ten people!
Tamaki, unaware of her mood, continued walking away from the café.
"Thank you for that, Haruhi! I'll make dinner tonight, ok? Just two young men sitting at a table, having a romantic, candlelit dinner. Whatdya say?"
Haruhi's eye began twitching again as Tamaki made puppy dog eyes at her. She was having a hard time dealing with circumstances, even if she had had a little time to think over them.
"No candles, but since you burned up the last of my food at home, we'll have to buy some. Got it?"
Tamaki just nodded happily, oblivious to Haruhi's bad mood.
"I'll need to stop at the bank to pick up some money. You should…go to the supermarket, start looking for food. And try to get a good deal, I'm low on money right now!"
The meaningful glare that Haruhi shot at Tamaki was blissfully ignored as he walked away. Haruhi heaved a huge sigh and began walking towards the bank.
Sekirei, Ashikabi, OBI, I still don't know what all of this is about….and Tamaki…why haven't I kicked him out yet? If my landlady finds out that he spent the night with me, she'll kick me out!"
"All new, grand opening of the Hiitachin clothing store! Come in and browse our selection! Get a free balloon while you're at it!"
Haruhi glanced up and promptly froze on the spot. The two red-haired twins from yesterday were standing on the sidewalk, passing out balloons and snacks. They were dressed up in waiter outfits, with a white dress shirt, black vest, slacks, and an apron. The only difference between the two was their bowties; one had on a red bowtie, and the other wore a purple one.
Startled as she was, Haruhi was unable to move as she saw the two glance her way.
"Hey! You're that guy from yesterday! The one who was with that stuck up Sekirei!"
It's the lightning bondage twins!
"Where is that Sekirei!"
Haruhi backed up a step as she began sweating.
Should I tell them where he is? No, I'll tell them that he left to go to the park and head them off. Then I can make a run for it.
"Haruuuhhiiii! Which way to the supermarket?"
….shit.
Haruhi turned around to see a brightly grinning Tamaki jogging towards her, his hand raised in a jubilant wave. However, he stopped as soon as he noticed the twins.
Lightning sprung up from both of their hands as they faced Tamaki, devilish grins on their identical faces.
"How unlucky of you, Number 88, to meet us two days in a row."
Welp, that's all for now dudes. Again, this is my very first fanfiction, so tell me what you guys think. If the reviews are promising, I promise that I'll continue this.
Also, sorry for the cliffhanger :3