Chidsengan: So, here's another fanfic from the worst author to ever have a fanfiction account... me! Chidsengan! For those of you out there reading my work for the first time, thanks so much! I hope we can be great friends! ^_^ And for those of you who know me from my other fanfics, hi, it's great to see you again, my already-great friends! ^_^

Anyway, this is my first-ever Ouran High School Host Club fanfic, and although I might not get a single review, this is just something I felt like I needed to write (not to mention really wanted to write)! ^_^ Basically, it's OHSHC with a twist, and since all OHSHC fans out there know that the host club can bring a lot of life into anything, it seemed like this fanfic was a great way to start the new year! ^_^ ... or at least it would be if I wasn't such a pathetic writer and that this was the most idiotic fanfic ever written (aside from my other fanfics)... :(

Back to happier things, however, this fanfic goes out to OfTheAsianPersuasion. She's not only my great friend and someone who I consider my sister, but the person who introduced me to OHSHC in the first place! ^_^ So this is a Merry Christmas/Happy Birthday/and Happy New Year gift for her all rolled into one! ^_^

I guess this would be the part where I'd say please read and review, but I'm a terrible author, so please read and review all the other talented authors' work! (although I really do love reviews and am honored if you do R&R this fanfic TTUTT)

Lastly, I do not own OHSHC and the characters... although many say I act exactly like Tamaki (I'm still not sure if that's a compliment).

Please enjoy and I hope you all like this fanfic! I'm so sorry that it's so poorly-written and that I'm so pathetic! TT_TT

Note: This first chappie is really more of a prologue than an actual chappie, which is why it's so short. I promise every other chappie posted after this will be at least 3,000+ words long :) Oh, and when you see this: * Y * Y * Y * , it's a story transition :)

New Words:

Being that Tamaki's (part) French and one of Haruhi's maids is, as well, there'll be a lot of French in this fanfic (well, not too much, but...). Either way, if any new words are used in any chappies, they're listing of what they mean'll be listed here :)

Pardonnez Moi- Excuse Me/Pardon Me

Oui- Yes

Bien sûr- Of course

Non- No

Tu as raison- You're right

Je ne comprends pas- I do not understand

Un Secret- A secret

Au Revoir- Good-bye

Oui, Peut-être que nous pouvons- Yes, maybe we can

October 1, 5:45 a.m., Fujioka Manor:

It was a beautiful autumn day in Japan, the type that seemed straight out of a fairy tale.

The day was crisp and clear and the sky was breathtakingly blue; void of any sort of clouds Haruhi Fujioka stared at her reflection in the large mirror of her vanity, narrowing her innocent-looking brown eyes in thought.

"How... am I going to style my hair today?" she asked herself flatly, fingering a strand of her long, chocolate-colored hair in her hands. "Oh, man. This is such a pain,"

To be honest, she couldn't stand having long hair, but her dad, Ryoji Fujioka, liked it that way. And if there was one thing you didn't do, it was say no to Ryoji Fujioka.

Ryoji was [for reasons Haruhi couldn't understand] one of the most influential people in Japan and perhaps one of the richest people in the country, as well. His prestige and bank account balance had come at being the head of Le Haruhi; a fashion line that was right up there alongside all the other big designers you could think of. He was a boisterous and noisy sort of man, but everyone who met him loved him and always found it hard to deny him at all.

Including poor Haruhi.

It was embarrassing enough that she, a self-professed tomboy, was named after her dad's fashion line, but to make matters worse, her dad always insisted that she dress and look like a girly-girl; constantly buying her frilly outfits and cute, adorable things that made her cringe.

However, her dad was her dad, and the only family she had since her mom had...

Shaking her head hard, she quickly altered her train of thought.

No.

She most definitely didn't want to relive those memories; not after it had been so long and she'd become so accustomed to handling her emotions. Besides, thinking about... that... would bring her to tears. And the last thing she wanted was to cry right before school.

Which reminded her... she still had to wrap up getting ready for school.

Deciding to leave her hair alone for today since it was neat enough, she fixed the the red tie beneath the white collar of her long, yellow dress, she slipped into her patent leather Mary Jane shoes.

"Ugh... more frills and frou-frou," she couldn't help but think to herself.

Unlike her dad's doting girly-girl gifts, though, Haruhi couldn't just neglect this frilly outfit.

This frilly outfit was her school uniform.

Haruhi sighed at the thought.

As of one month ago, Haruhi was a freshman at the high-class, world-renowned Ouran Academy; a prestigious school where only the children of elites were allowed to go to (or rather, could afford to go to). School had started in September, a month before current, and so far, Haruhi had maintained the top grades in her class, won over every teacher, and had earned the hearts of numerous, lovestruck boys.

There were just two problems with Ouran Academy.

One was the frilly outfi-er-uniform.

Haruhi detested it; from it's girly vibe to the way it wrapped around her knees and made her trip, she was always just a half-a-breathe away from ripping it to shreds and ordering one of the Ouran Academy boy uniforms, instead. The second problem was something she herself wasn't particularly concerned about, but her dad was.

Friends.

Yes, Haruhi Fujioka... pretty, smart, talented, and wealthy Haruhi Fujioka... didn't have any friends. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She had one friend; a boy named Ritsu Kasanoda who'd instantly fallen in love with her at first sight. Since he was sort of shy around her, however, it was often hard to have any sort of conversation with him. Plus, since his family was the head of an infamous gang, Ryoji was pretty scared to let his sweet little daughter hang out with him for any prolonged time.

Aside from Kasanoda, though, Haruhi didn't have any friends in school. Not that it mattered, anyway. She'd always been sort of a loner, so it didn't particularly phase her. In fact, if her dad hadn't mentioned it to her that she needed to make some school friends, then she probably wouldn't've even noticed.

After her dad had all but panicked about her never "finding any friends" and living a "cold, sad life without any other 'family'" but him, however, she'd tried her best to find at least one or two other friends who'd hopefully appease her dad. Unfortunately, the closest she'd come was a hyper-active otaku in her class named Renge Houshakuji and, while Renge was altruistic and generally a nice person, she was almost always in a bit of a la-la land, had her moments where she was just plain scary, and was, more than anything, completely exhausting.

So now, a month into the start of the new school year and her first year in high school, Haruhi was pretty much friendless, much to Ryoji's dismay.

"I guess money can't buy you everything," Haruhi decided with a slight shrug as she headed out of her room and down the seemingly endless flight of stairs that led to one of the many living rooms in Fujioka Manor.

Just as she stepped on the last step, a blur of white and black caught her eyes and she glanced in the direction of where it went.

Sure enough, the white and black 'blur' was one of her many maids, only this one in particular seemed to be in quite a rush... not to mention Haruhi had never seen her before.

"Umm... excuse me?" Haruhi asked cautiously, walking into the living room warily. "Is something the matter?"

The maid immediately jumped and turned to face her; dropping the handful of linens she'd been holding in the proccess.

"Princess Fujioka!" she exclaimed, flustered, before curtsying multiple times. "I'm so sorry, miss, I didn't hear you come downstairs! Everything's fine, though, miss! There's no reason to worry about me, miss!"

Haruhi quirked an eyebrow.

"Well, alright," she replied blandly. "I'm glad to hear that. Can I by any chance ask you... who you are, though?"

The maid laughed nervously; tucking a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes and blushing deeply.

"I-I'm sorry, Princess Fujioka," the maid stammered, "You see, my name's Anne-Sophie. I applied for the job of your new maid, and I just arrived in Japan this morning to start my work,"

Haruhi sighed.

"Thank you, but I don't think that'll be neccessary," she said. "I already have seven maids on staff that're assigned to me. That's more than enough,"

Anne-Sophie, the maid, curtsied once again.

"Pardonnez moi, Princess Fujioka," she said politely. "But King Fujioka said that he'd wish to have another maid on-hand for you around the clock. I'm not sure exactly what he meant, but I believe it means that I'll be living here, unlike the other servants,"

Haruhi blinked.

"Wait? Dad actually asked you to live here just so you can be here for me whenever I need something?" she asked.

"Oui. To my understanding, that is," Anne-Sophie answered with a slight nod. "King Fujioka said that he'd be travelling throughout the autumn and winter months, so he'd appreciate it if I could keep an eye on his... how did he put it...? Ah... his "darling, little daughter","

Haruhi 'anime sweatdropped'.

"Yep. That sounds like dad, alright," she thought quietly. "Bringing in a new maid to keep an eye on me just because he's traveling a little. When will he learn that I'm completely capable of taking care of myself?"

True to her wealthy upbringing, however, Haruhi's voiced reply was dignified and level; not showing one ounce of aggravation or resentment as she smiled slightly.

"Well, first of all, I'm not a princess," she stated. "And my dad's not a king. So you don't have to address us as 'Princess Fujioka' or 'King Fujioka'. Alright?"

Anne-Sophie nodded hastily.

"Bien sûr! Bien sûr!" she agreed (though Haruhi wasn't exactly sure what she was saying entirely). "But, perhaps, I could call you something formal in your own Japanese dialect, non?"

"Haruhi-san is fine," Haruhi said. "Now, if you don't mind me asking, that accent of your's... certain words you keep saying... they're not Japanese. Are you from a different country?"

For the first time since they'd been talking, Anne-Sophie smiled; a gentle, kind smile that made Haruhi herself relax a tad.

"Tu as raison, Haruhi-san," the maid said. "I just moved here from France with my son. My husband... died a few years ago, and we were left with quite a debt. In order to repay it, I have to work,"

Haruhi felt sympathy ease its way into her heart and her expression softened.

"I'm sorry about your husband," she apologized quietly, placing her hand on her new maid's shoulder. "And I promise you, you'll always have a job here at Fujioka Manor,"

Anne-Sophie's lavender eyes glistened with tears and for a minute, she looked like she would hug Haruhi.

In the next second, however, the clock struck 6:00 a.m., causing Haruhi to all but jump out of her skin in realization.

"Oh, no! I'm going to be late for school!" she exclaimed, racing toward the coatrack by the front door of the mansion and grabbing her coat from it hurriedly.

"Ummm... Haruhi-san," Anne-Sophie started worriedly as she followed the brown-haired girl into the main hallway. "If you'd like to, I could call for a limousine to take you to school,"

"No, that's alright, Anne-Sophie!" Haruhi called back to the maid as she yanked on her coat and headed to the dining room; taking whatever breakfast the chefs had left for her on the table and eating it vigurously.

"Really, Haruhi-san, it would be no problem at all!"

"No, it's alright! Really!"

"Are you sure? I don't mind,"

Haruhi scurried back into the main hall and opened the door, smiling at the maid as she did.

"Since you're new here, you probably don't know this," she started. "But I don't take limos to school. I actually take the bus,"

Anne-Sophie's eyes widened; clearly not sure why someone as rich as Haruhi who attended such an elite school would be taking a bus to Ouran Academy.

"Je ne comprends pas," the maid murmured. "A limousine would be much easier to take than a bus,"

Haruhi shrugged.

"I know," she agreed. "However, I have a reason I take the bus and not a limousine to school,"

"A... reason?"

"Yeah," Haruhi nodded. "You see, my dad and I had a deal. He'd let me enroll in Ouran Academy instead of one of these snobby all-girls school under one condition,"

"One condition?"

Clearly, the maid wasn't even close to figuring out what Haruhi was talking about.

Haruhi only smiled as she stepped outside the door.

"Our deal was he'd let me enroll in Ouran Academy given that I keep my wealth a secret from everyone else there," she explained.

"Un secret? But why?" Anne-Sophie quieried curiously.

"Because," Haruhi said as she started to close the mansion doors behind her. "My dad wants me to be able to make friends; true friends who won't just like me because of how wealthy I may be,"

Then, with a beaming smile, Haruhi waved slilghtly to Anne-Sophie.

"Bye, Anne-Sophie!" she said. "I suppose I'll see you later, then!"

Anne-Sophie nodded.

"Oui, Haruhi-san," she agreed. "Until we meet again, au revoir!"

Laughing, Haruhi closed the door behind her.

"Who knows? Maybe we can even study some French," she told her maid just before the door shut.

Anne-Sophie grinned warmly as she watched Haruhi bound off down the pathway of Fujioka Manner and almost trip over a gardner in the proccess before apologizing and racing through the gates towards the nearest bus stop.

"Oui. Peut-être que nous pouvons," the new maid said quietly; answering Haruhi's suggestion before she'd left for school.

Somehow, Anne-Sophie had the feeling she'd enjoy this new job.

A couple more things before I go :)

1. I like to keep things moral and dislike controversy. Therefore, there'll be no yuri/yaoi, cursing, and Nekozawa will be the president of the wannabe-magician's club or something like that (his series' club theme has too many horror stories behind it, from what I've heard). Don't like, don't have to read. But if you don't like and still do read, then I hope we can be friends ^_^

2. This, as everybody can tell, is a role reversal fanfic :) That means Haruhi's rich and everyone else is pretty much broke. Well, at least the rest of the other hosts XD

3. I love suggestions and try to incorporate each of them :) OC's are also very much welcome and very much appreciated :) I'll be sure to post an OC form on one of the chappie specials :)

4. This fanfic will be a 100-chappie fanfic :) Then again, it might be longer. I love OHSHC, and I really love writing about the characters

5. ... I'm insane, can't write worth a lick, and am a total dimwit. So I'm so sorry that I'm wasting your time here... TT_TT

Thank you to all who read and review! I really love it, although I don't deserve it in the slightest! TTUTT