Haha this is my first Ouran fanfic and it's anything but normal. but i was never a fan of generic pairings. this is Tamaki x Nekozawa, and pretty darn light too. R&R please!

"Suoh Tamaki."

Tamaki nearly jumped out of his skin. He no longer had the impression that he was alone in the host club room. He had been oblivious to the newcomer's presence, as he was busy primping himself between periods- being a king was harder than it looked, not that anyone would know that. It was because of this that Tamaki nearly jumped out of his skin when a hooded figure made his presence known.

"N-nekozawa senpai! Wh-when did you get here? I thought you were at black magic club-"

"Cancelled." Said the black-haired 18-year old.

"Th-then why are you here? I don't want anything to do with your witchcraft-"

"Shut up!" Nekozawa hissed. Out of his black sleeve, a pale hand emerged, fishing something out of a pocket on the inside of his cloak. A faded yellow hand puppet of a sinister-looking cat was revealed, seemingly looking at Tamaki as if to start a conversation.

"What? Why'd you-"

"I said shut up!" he hissed, looking from Tamaki to the doll, who stared him with blank, stitched-in eyes. "What's that, Beelzenef?"

Tamaki was starting to feel awkward. This guy scared him enough, but he just looked like a nutjob when he talked to that puppet of his- which made him even more on edge.

Suddenly Nekozawa looked almost incredulously at his doll, as if he couldn't believe what it had just told him. "Of course not!" Tamaki was taken aback at seeing the pale senior, for once showing what seemed like a human emotion.

The doll turned to face Tamaki, sending shivers down the host King's spine. What kind of witchcraft was this? It was as if the doll was staring into as his very soul…

From behind his back, the doll pulled out a piece of paper, and began writing on it. Where it came from, Tamaki didn't know, nor did he understand how it could possibly write, seemingly on its own. Nekozawa looked over its shoulder.

"No! Beelzenef, you can't! I told you not to-"

Tamaki was seriously freaked out now. The hooded figure acted as if his hand puppet was a living, breathing thing with intelligence, and the King was only getting more and more scared. Why couldn't this guy just leave him alone?

The doll held up his piece of paper, and Tamaki could see what he wrote. His eyes bulged immediately at the message, and he backed up a few steps seeing Nekozawa's reaction.

Umehito-san is fond of you, Suoh Tamaki. I hope you can return his feelings. I will be watching you-

Tamaki didn't bother reading the rest of the sentence. He did the only thing he could that he knew would make them leave. Running over to a cabinet in the corner of the room, pulling out a flashlight. Before Nekozawa could move, it was pointed at him and turned on.

"AAAAHHHHH!" Nekozawa screamed in a high-pitched voice, nearly sprinting back to the door to his club room, slamming the door behind him. Tamaki sighed with relief, then promptly fainted in the middle of the floor.