A/N: Well, this is my second piece of drabble I've posted on here. My first one I deleted due to some frustrating inconveniences (for more information please refer to my profile.
There is a catch in the story. In the anime Eclair doesn't know at first that Haruhi is a girl, but since there is no suitable explanation to how she found out- let's just say she knew all along.
And also, the paragraphs are a bit short. I took it from someone else that said the paragraphs needed to be shorter, so perhaps I made them a little too short. Heh.
This fiction is rated for sexual intimacy. There is no sexual play or inappropriate words in any way, but because for that, it will be rated T. Otherwise this story is very clean.

The song below is by Ok Go, 'Dancing in the Backyard', or rather 'One Million Way to Be Cruel', which is also the title of this story.
It is suggested that you rewatch episodes 25 and 26 on Youtube before you read this story. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I had writing this story :).

Disclaimer: I have in no way any affiliation with Bisco Hatori's Ouran Host Club, or its characters. There is just no way I am capable of producing a work that good.

Sit back, matter of fact
Teasing, toying, turning, chatting, charming,
Hissing, playin' the crowd


Play that song again
Another couple Klonopin
A nod, a glance, a half-hearted bow


Oh such grace,
Oh such beauty,
And lipstick and callous
And fishnets and malice


Oh darlin', you're a million ways to be cruel.

Eclair swept a stray golden hair from her face. She was seated at a round table by the wall in the third music room. She surveyed the room, noting the ridiculous girls gathered around the hosts and their parents standing behind them, plain disapproval written on their faces. Just by looking, she could tell which families were of the lower caste of the business world, and which were the actual wealthy, prestigious figures.

There were the Kisuragi's, Hiwatari's, Saehara all by himself, the Hitatchin family, and of course, the Ootori's. Eclair lowered her gaze from the scene of festivity, smoothing away the folds of her fine one hundred percent burgundy red silk dress.

The Ootori medical corporation was about to be swallowed by a bigger fish: the Tonerre Company. After months of skirmishes on the financial battlefield, her father had finally got through to them that it was either sell, or lose their place in the business world. Ms. Tonerre smiled. It was a good catch.

Eclair Tonerre was the third daughter daughter to the parents of the most powerful company in France. Therefore, as the youngest, she was very much doted upon. Their family weren't of very high nobility, but were so influential they might as well have been. She grew up knowing that she had all the money and good looks any girl could want in the world, and there was not one thing at all anyone could do about it.

Her parents were forced into an arranged marriage. Thus, two wealthy and powerful corporations also of nobility were joined together, creating the most powerful company that's ever existed in the financial world. Although they were at least cordial in their interactions with one another, there was none of that tangible love in between them. She had lodged the notion firmly in her head that she was never going to turn out like her parents, and find her true love or die an old, rich (rich) woman.

Which explained why she was here, of all places, in Japan. She remembered clearly what that serving maid had said to her about her son, how he watched and cared for her everyday, brought her tea, played the piano for her. She had asked her, "Is he really that kind?" She knew from that instant that he was the one for her. The blond haired, blue-eyed gentleman who plays the piano and laughs at everything.

"What is his name?"

"Tamaki."

She toyed with the opera glasses on her table. As a girl, her father had used to take her downtown to shopping in Paris, and buy for her whatever she needed (more like wanted). One day they were passing by an antiques store, and she saw a beautiful pair of golden opera glasses with purple lenses in the window. She demanded her father to buy them at once. She had smiled and even did a jig as they walked back to their shiny black limousine.

Now she wanted marriage. With her one true love. She smiled to herself, cradling her beautiful, elegant face with her hands. And no one was there to stop it all from coming true.

The young heiress looked over to the side with her opera glasses. She saw three men- no, two and a young cross-dressing female, at a table. One was sitting and typing away at a labtop. He pushed up his spectacles that sat on his nose, and looked up to the second guy and said something. The other guy was a pale blonde, with blue eyes. He must be my true love, she thought to herself smiling. Tamaki.

The cross-dressing girl was much shorter than the boy beside her, and had on the same hospitable attire as they did. She had large brown, cat eyes and brown, boy-cut hair. She was talking to Tamaki, who had a smiling expression on his face. What a strange way to dress, Eclair thought.

She walked away from them. The blonde made as if to follow her, but instead stomped the floor, seeming frustrated. Eclair lowered her glasses and wondered to herself what may have happened.

Then, that 'girl' was by her side.

"Welcome. Would you like me to bring you anything?"

Instead of answering, she narrowed her eyes.

"Are you a member of this host club?"

Eclair spoke quickly and fluently. She had practice in speaking six different languages since she was a child. Communication barriers were not a problem for her.

"Hai."

The girl smiled benignly at her.

They heard a commotion.

"Outo-san!"

"Do not call me by that at school. It sounds too intimate. Call me 'superintendent'."

The chairman of the school stood in front of the doorway accompanied by his assistant, a lovely dark-haired young woman.

"Besides, I'm only here as a guest today."

They heard another voice.

"Welcome, Superintendent Suou. Please have a seat over here..."

It was the boy with glasses. His face was dressed up all in welcome, with a smile on his face. He gestured over to one of the lounge chairs.

Eclair peered at the brunette girl with her glasses. She really was a slip of a thing.

Scrawny, no form at all. No curves to catch a man's eye. Her 'bust' lay flat and unprotruding, making her seem very much the guy that the girls take her for.

The girl turned back, and she lowered her glasses and closed her eyes as if she wasn't watching her at all.

"So what is your name then?"

The girl twitched, as if startled. "Oh, hai. I didn't know you wanted me."

She scoffed inwardly. As if.

"...ah...well, my name is Fujioka Haruhi."

Fujioka Haruhi. She'll remember that. It'll serve well when it's blackmailing time.

The girl smiled and scratched the back of her head.

Eclair observed her, holding her opera glasses in place. Even if she wasn't much to look at, her face wasn't very unattractive, and her eyes had a peculiar sparkle to them. For all those reasons and besides, she despised her.

"Ah, Haruhi, you are being asked for."

It was that Spectacles Boy. Over yonder, Tamaki lost his spot on top of the chandelier.

"NANI?!?!?!"

Everyone ignored him.

"Hah."

She looked over her shoulder again. Again, Eclair put down her opera glasses and pretended she did not see her.

So... what is it in that girl that made her so distressed, as if she had broken her first porcelain doll all over again? Of course, the doll was an import from China, a gift that her father gave her for her sixth birthday. And it was she herself that broke it. She had gotten enraged that she wouldn't be able to go with her parents to see some opera show. She was to stay at home and learn with her private tutor.

She thought to herself, idly tapping the wooden table with her long white fingers. She had perfectly manicured nails, all of them white and long, cut in gentle curves. They were a healthy pink, starting at the center and radiating out to clear skin color.

She was perfect in every way. From her fine, gold-spun hair which split at the nape of her neck, and curled around her bosom- to her finely shaped legs, she was an epitome of beauty.

But oh, she was as cold and cruel as a steel white lily. She looked down upon everything she saw, having no respect for anyone except only for herself. She detested all lower beings than herself, such as the middle class, and especially the poor. 'Commoners' as you would call them. Slimy, lowly, detestable scum of the earth.

It's not as if they bothered her. Just standing by the corner, living around the block, brushing by her on the street was enough to make her seriously ill. She pretended as if they never existed. What right had they to be there--

A resounding slap woke her out of her senses.

If you noticed, I used a phrase from J.R.R. Tolkien's Lord Of The Rings, when he was describing Eowyn. That was the part where it said 'steel white lily.
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