Disclaimer: I don't now own Naruto or Ouran High School Host Club, but Miyuki is an OC character of my own design.

Running. That's one of the last things I remembered.

And tripping. Tripping and falling into grass that felt so soft against my face, yet still agitated my wounds.

Sleeping. That's all I could think to do at a time like that. So I did.

There's no telling how long I stayed there before someone found me.

"Hey..." The boy said, softly shaking my shoulder. I didn't stir; just shut my eyes tighter. "Hey, are you okay?" I opened my eyes a bit, but then the light made them hurt, so I closed them again, letting out a tiny moan of protest. "You'll catch a cold if you stay out here."

"I think a cold is the least of my worries..." I whispered, realizing the boy obviously wasn't going away. I pushed myself off the ground and slowly opened my eyes, allowing them to adjust to the minimal amount of light my veil of black hair allowed to reach them. "Where am I?"

"Right now?" The boy placed his hand on his chin, thinking. "Nowhere very special exactly. Just in the middle of some forest." He extended me his hand to help me up. After an obvious moment of hesitation, I took it. He pulled me to my feet, while questioning, "What's you name, my lost little princess?"

I gazed into his bright purple eyes and knew instantly that he was a boy who could make all the girls fawn over him with a simple glance and a flip of his golden blonde hair. Well, almost every girl. "My name...?" I suppose I spent a little longer thinking about that question than I should have, but it finally came to me. "My name is Miyuki Sato."

The boy unexpectedly took my hands in his. I winced in pain, but he was too lost in his own world to notice. "Well, my princess Miyuki, you have lovely blue eyes."

"You're hurting my arm... Please let me go." I said quietly- I wasn't a very assertive person- as I tried to pull away. He wasn't really listening to me.

"My name is Tamaki Suoh. Please, allow me to escort you back home-"

"I don't have a home anymore!" I snapped, pulling my hands free as a tear slipped down my cheek at the painful memory.

It appeared I'd finally broken through to him as the annoyingly care-free smile faded from his face. "I see..." A new, softer smile appeared in place of the previous one as he held his hand out for mine once more. "How would you like to come stay at my house, my lost princess?" I looked up at him, surprised by his offer. "After all, it's my responsibility as a member of the elite Ouran Host Club to make every girl happy!"

There was something about the determined look in his eyes that actually made me take his hand. "O-okay..."

After a moment of leading me behind him by my wrist, he released me, and we walked side by side past some of the biggest houses I've ever seen. It was becoming quickly clear that this kid was a rich as he thought he was beautiful.

"So, what is this 'elite Ouran Host Club' thing you're going on about?" I made no effort to show my interest in anything other than the houses that were so big they probably had their own zip codes. I was listening intently to his answer, though.

He put his hand to his chin again, seeming lost in thought. "Let's see here... Well, The Ouran Host Club is where the schools most attractive men with too much time on their hands entertain girls who also have too much time on their hands."

I gave him a terrifying glare from the side. "What exactly do you mean by 'entertain', Tamaki-Senpai?"

He gave a nervous laugh, holding up his hands between us as to keep me from striking. "N-no, it's nothing like that, Miyuki"

I let out a sigh and turned my gaze to the ground. God, even the side-walks in that place looked fancier than my entire house. "Whatever..."

So we continued to walk in silence. Tamaki kept constantly glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. Finally, I had to ask, "Why do you keep looking at me? I'm sorry I don't look like I belong in your rich, fabulous world, but that doesn't mean you need to-"

"How did you get all hurt like that...?" He cut off my little rant, getting to the heart of why he was glancing at me.

The bluntness with which he asked the question left me shocked for a moment, then I bit my lip to keep tears from welling up in my eyes. "It's... Kind of a long story..." I managed meekly, knowing that explanation would never satisfy the nosy prince. "Look, you don't have to help me. I'm sure I can manage on my own-"

"You mean leave a defenseless princess to wander the streets by herself?!" He exclaimed, horrified at the mere thought of it.

"Uh..." He was so shocked, he had stopped walking. So I stopped too, fully taking in the nosy, rich prince. He was about 5 inches taller than me with a slender frame, and wearing a uniform that no doubt belonged to Ouran Academy. His expression amused me. His eyes were wide, his hand to his mouth in a prolonged gasp. "Who exactly are you calling 'defenseless', pretty boy?"

Tamaki pulled his hand away from his mouth, looking slightly offended. "Pretty... Boy..." He repeated quietly.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't..." I reached out my hand to touch his shoulder.

A grin spread across his face. "I know exactly what's going on here."

I blinked at him, confused by the sudden shift in mood, as my arm fell back to my side, causing more pain than I had anticipated. "I don't think you do..."

"You're under the impression that I'm some snotty, high-class punk, aren't you?"

"I was wrong; you do understand."

He nodded in victory, placing his hand on his chin again. "I knew it."

"Look," I looked cautiously around, not liking arguing with the obnoxious prince out in the open like that, "I appreciate you trying to help me, but please don't find yourself under the impression that I'm some helpless little princess. For God's sake, I'm not one of your stupid charity cases."

"I'm sorry, Princess Miyuki." He started walking again, pulling out a black cell phone as he did. "Shall I just call you an ambulance and allow you to take care of yourself?"

"No, no." I protested urgently grabbing his arm to pull the phone away from the finger about to dial the number. "My injuries really aren't too bad. I actually got out lucky. I don't think I need to go to a hospital."

Tamaki nodded, taking a moment's pause before turning and giving me a smug smile. "So you do need my help after all."

I sighed with a slight touch of impatience. "Yes, Tamaki-senpai, I need your help." Suddenly, I was very unhappy at having to ask for his help. I started talking before even realizing what I was saying, but I had to tell someone. "I need your help because my family is dead. Someone killed them all." Tears started down my face as I revealed the reason for my loneliness to a total stranger. "My older brother, my younger brother, my mom and dad. They're all gone. And the only reason I'm still alive is because my older brother gave his life to protect me. He's a hero, Tamaki," I started raising my voice, "he's a hero, and someone else needs to know besides me!"

"Well..." He said, after a long pause in which we both refused to meet each others eyes, "now I know. And I'm going to help you no matter what."