Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club and I don't own Cinderella.
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Haruhi woke up in a strange place. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and ran a hand through her disheveled brown locks, a frown on her face. This place she was in was small and cramped. Was that mold in the corner? She looked up and noticed that there was a single light-bulb hanging above her head. Had she fallen asleep in a closet? Did she even have a closet this big in her apartment? That wasn't possible. Any closet in her home would be way too small to fall asleep in. Slowly, she stood up and stretched her aching back. She opened the small door in front of her and almost gasped. What was this place? It definitely wasn't her apartment, that was for sure. There were fancy carpets on the marble floor and elegant hangings on the yellow walls. The furniture was all plush and looked so expensive. Haruhi sized the place up and figured that at this room alone was bigger than her entire apartment. She looked behind her and sighed. It seemed she had been sleeping in a closet. A closet under a very large set of stairs. Talk about grand staircases, she thought. She contemplated going up those stairs until she heard a loud, ear-splitting scream. "Cinderella!" came a loud voice. Haruhi blinked. Cinderella? That person wasn't real, right? And who would be crazy enough to name their child Cinderella, anyway? Suddenly, before she could continue her analysis of said fictional character, there were two faces before her. Two identical faces. She blinked and stepped back. It was Hikaru and Kaoru, but they were different. They were both wearing elegant, Victorian-looking gowns that looked extremely uncomfortable and their hair was longer- way longer than normal. Haruhi thought that if it wasn't pulled up, their hair would be down to their waists. Maybe even past their waists. Haruhi opened her mouth, but couldn't find what seemed like the right words to say. What could you say in a situation like this? Why were Hikaru and Kaoru dressed like girls? What was this place? The twins put their hands on their hips. "Cinderella, mother is all in a tizzy! You've so many chores to do, girl!" they said, their voices in perfect synch.
Haruhi frowned. "What? Mother?" she asked, stepping away from the closet door and past the two cross-dressing twins.
The twins followed her, their narrowed eyes following her every move. "Yes! Go to her immediately! She's in her room!"
Haruhi sighed and rubbed her head, heading up the stairs and towards what she thought would be mother's room. Might as well play along with whatever was going on…
Haruhi had opened many doors and found many strange, yet oddly fascinating things in all of the different rooms before she finally found one, last door. How had she not figured out that this door was mother's? She didn't know who mother was, but she knew the story of Cinderella and she should have known that this was her door. It was large, way larger than all of the other doors she had opened, and it was black with silver knobs. She decided that it was very ornate and beautiful before she took a breath and knocked. She stood there for a moment and even considered the thought that maybe the twins were incorrect and that mother really wasn't in there. That is, until she heard a dark, deep voice from behind the black door. "Come in." Haruhi's brows furrowed as she placed a hand on the knob. She had heard that voice somewhere.
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a/n: I wrote this whole story out in one night, so it might not be the best story out there... or even the most original, but... oh, well. Tell me what you think. After I get a few reviews, I'll post the rest of the story. :)