Author's Note: These first two chapters will be short, but I'll beef up the chapters when this story pics up some more interest.

This fanfiction was spurred on by seeing a fanart of Tamaki in the Scout Uniform - then I had the thought: How would he change if he was actually placed in this world? And this a born.

Haruhi Fujioka watched her fellow hosts as they chattered and bickered away as they closed the music room for the night. Haruhi saw the club as a big group of lovable idiots as a whole, for the most part. She was fond of some more than others. Either way she wouldn't change any of them for the world.

Tamaki Suoh walked with her out of the school, even offered to give her a ride home. Haruhi politely declined, walking home being the norm for her, and started her way back.

The sun was just starting to set and a few birds were still chirping overhead. The air smelled fresh and the streets were very clear for the most part. She'd taken this route several times while attending this school for spoiled rich kids. She felt safest on this route and it was faster than others she'd tried. It was fairly easy for her until she came to an intersection about a block or two away from the school. The black car came out of nowhere.

The world spun around me. The buildings around me seemed to have disappeared, replaced with open sky. The sun was lower on the horizon than I remembered. My body ached and I was afraid to move or I'd fall to pieces.

"Haruhi!" A familiar voice called out. The spinning slowed to a stop and I sat up the best I could. I turned my head to the source of the voice to see Kyoya Ootori running toward me. He wasn't wearing his usual school uniform. He was wearing an odd get up, actually. He wore a white dress shirt and pants, covered in leather belts, a brown, sash hugged his hips; he had knee-high boots that hung off of his knees very strangely and over top of everything, a khaki, rib-length jacket with some weird insignia on it of a pair of bi-colored wings. I couldn't decide whether the outfit looked strange or stunning. His facial structure also had a bit of change to it. His face was rounder, younger looking and his glasses were strapped to his head with more leather.

He crouched down in front of me. "Are you alright, Haruhi?"

"I'm okay, Senpai," I replied.

Kyoya's head tipped to the side a bit. "What did you just say?" He didn't sound offended, but unsure, curious. He helped me to my feet, as he did, pulling out a small, gun-shaped mechanism. He pointed it skywards and fired. A pillar of green smoke arose from it. Shortly after, the rests of the hosts came along on horses, wearing the same strange outfit.

Tamaki got off of his horse and walked over. "I almost started worrying when your horses came running without you on them," he spoke in a tone I wasn't used to. It was sarcastic, not nearly as gentle as it should have been. I noticed more change in him: his eyes were colder, less welcoming and his mouth was formed into something of a scowl.

His eyes shifted towards me and gave me a one-over. "That explains why you're covered in dirt..." he said mostly to himself.

Kyoya started speaking to him as if giving some sort of report. I took this time to survey the rest of the host members. There were minor differences in each of them.

Honey was at least a foot taller than he should have been, a pair of heeled boots of about 2 inches increasing his height more. He looked older, wiser, less obnoxiously cute.

Mori looked the same in stature, but his chest was broader and protruded more. He had thinner cheeks and darker eyes.

The twins were mostly identical with their counterparts, but they didn't look to each other with the same love. They almost seemed to resent each other.

"Earth to Haruhi!" the younger of the twins, Kaoru shouted. I hadn't noticed him trying to speak to me.

I quickly turned and bowed, "I'm sorry!"

The twin gave me a peculiar look, saying, "You're unusually apologetic. Did you hit your head or something?"

I glanced around at the group once more. I must have hit my head or else I was dreaming. "Uh...yeah, I think I did," I uttered out in reply.

Kaoru looked over at Honey, "Mitsukuni! Haruhi's gone and knocked his brain around his skull. You should probably take a look at 'im."

Honey made his way over to me. I noticed a brown pack the size of a bathroom first-aid kit was tied to his back. He removed it and opened it up. He took out a pretty old looking tool and asked me to sit down. When I did, he lit a match, asked me to hold it close to my face, and pushed my hair from my forehead. He used the tool to look at my eyes and then blew out the match. He walked around behind me and started feeling my head, I assumed for bumps.

"Can you see everything okay? Do you feel nausea?" he asked.

"What?"

"I'm trying to figure out if you have a concussion."

"Ah..." I must have bumped my head if I didn't understand that much. "No... but I'm experiencing some weird amnesia." That was what I decided to call the real world.

Honey continued examining my head. "What's the last thing you remember?"

I stuttered my reply. "Falling off the horse. That's all. Actually, if you wouldn't mind, could you explain everything?"

Honey paused, trying to figure out how to start, "Well..." He went on to explain the situation. Apparently, this location wasn't Japan at all. A strange species of humanoid giants appeared several hundred years ago and fed on nothing but live humans. They had reduced the population down to one city, which had been fortified with tall concrete walls. There hadn't been an incident for many years.

A military had been formed to fend off the Titans - what they had come to be named, apparently - made up of several different regiments and teams depending on ability, rank, and status. We were part of a break-away team that would have been part of the Scout Regiment otherwise called team Rose. We dealt mostly with retrieval missions - looking for any intact remains we can and giving solace to the mourning loved ones of the dead.

The leader of our team was Corporal Tamaki Suoh. His mother had been killed by a Titan while scouting herself and his father was part of the highest ranking regiment, the Royal Garrison. It was supposed to be filled with the best of the best, individuals who would deal with the most life-threatening jobs, but most members were slackers and only joined to do just that.

Honey - Lance Corporal Mitsukuni Haninozuka - held the next highest authority in the team. He had studied medicine with some famous doctor by the name of Jaeger and served as the team's medic. Next was Mori. He was a major tank and often was the distraction for the beasts. Below him was Kyoya, who kept records. The remains we found and identified were all taken note of by him. The twins and I were cadets. We were excellently gifted fighters apparently and did were more active when we came across titans than in the search for the dead. Because of this we'd also get sent to scout ahead. Each member of the team had their own reasons for joining.

"We spend a lot of time on the field," Honey said, "We've survived because of our small numbers and our overall strategy. We usually leave with the scouts but remain out here for a day or two to collect the dead."

I let a scowl form on my face. "Why would you risk your lives like that for people can't even be grateful for it?"

"It sounds grim," he continued, "but it allows their families and loved ones to get some type of closure. In times like these that's what most of us need the most. It's a chance to say goodbye." I looked at the honey-haired young man and saw a sad smile formed on his lips. "We almost didn't get the privilege to do this," he said softly, "but Tamaki managed to pull the right strings with his father and here we are."

I felt a smile form on my face. Despite the vast differences, these guys all seemed to still be pretty similar to what I knew them to be on the inside.

Honey stepped in front of me once more and offered a small smile, "Tell me how you feel in the morning okay?"

I gave a curt nod and he went on to set up camp with the others.