Rating: T-M for violence purposes and some lemon, as they say, later on.

Date Chapter Published (DCP): June 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran or the Golden Compass. Just my idea of mashing these two together. Well, sort of together. It could get messy along the way.

Summary: My name is Fujioka Haruhi, and I am the commander of the White Rose Brigade. My current objective is to hunt down the criminal master mind behind the disconnection of Souls from Body, the leader of the Criminal Justice Department of Ouran, Souh Tamaki. My orders were to secure a job under him, make him fall madly in love with me, weasel the information out about the whereabouts of this illegal activity, than go for the kill. What I hadn't expected was for me to not only slowly fall for this dim-witted (but big hearted and oddly wise) man, but to also fall for my obstacle: Head Chief of Ouran's Secret Police, Ootori Kyouya. This job - ...It should of been an easy one two kill kind of deal, but the deeper I got into it, the harder it was to disconnect myself from these two very passionate men, and the horrible untruths that were circling about their innocent names.

Pairing(s): TamakixHaruhixKyouya (OT3); yes you read that right, a three-some pairing. Yum :) and with the twins on the side, possibly


Truth Beneath the Lies

Where truth hides beneath the lies

Prologue: A Little Bit of Truth Goes a Long Way


"It is true that you may fool all of the people some of the time; you can even fool some of the people all of the time; but you can't fool all of the people all of the time."

~Abraham Lincoln


This world is everything but ordinary. Even though we are just a microscopic particle amongst this infinite universe, just a gram of a galaxy, a speck of a planet, we bloom with so much life that we are the universe. Being born on this planet was the greatest privilege out there. Or so I once thought.

I was taught at a very young age that working for Ouran was the greatest pleasure of life. Working for your society above all else was the ultimate achievement anyone could commit. And only after you reached this goal could you truly die a fulfilled life.

I never questioned the teachings. I was a normal child like everyone else, but like a few individuals I was also lacking a mother figure. 'I'm normal,' I would whisper to my self when I was alone in my bedroom. 'I'm normal,' I would ponder sadly as I sat in the swings, watching through deprived orbs as others played with mother and father. 'I'm normal; I just have to be normal.'

Sometimes I would ponder this question, this false, lying reassurance as I eyed my father with childish curiosity. I mean... why did he look so different from other fathers? Why didn't he look like other females? Only females would dress like he does, yet he has none of the aspects of a woman. So, was something wrong with daddy?

I remember one day back in first grade a girl with black curly-curls and bright-bright green eyes. She had the cutest little nose and the nicest round cheeks of any girl in our grade. Yet she had such a sharp tongue that most avoided her for fear of her quick words and harsh insults. So when I was unfortunate enough to get on her wrong foot - quite literally too considering that I tripped down the stairs and scoffed her expensive black shoes - I got the privilege of being on the back end of her bad day.

... What's a tranny Tou-chan?...

As a six year old I would sometimes dwell on the fact that he looked, act, smelt, and felt so different from other males. Sometimes I thought my dad was defected and I would try to remember if I ever heard of a place to fix such a defect. Of course, that was all just wistful childish thinking, but that didn't stop me from looking.

The only conclusion I could draw at this time was that my dad wanted me to have both a mother and father figure. And as I watched him pray from over the dinning room table I knew then that I never needed another mother because daddy is mommy, and even though mommy's dead daddy acts out mother's wishes through his defect. So daddy wasn't broken, he's just normal, in his own unique way; just like me... 'I'm normal'.

Sadly though the truth, even here, was hidden from me. An underground organization called Rose was always the spotlight of everyone's attention, and not for a good reason either. They stroked fear in the daily lives of our people with carefully placed fingers, and probed the balance of Ouran with denting affects.

People died for Rose's cause, even the people who they were trying so hard to convert. They said that a few must be sacrificed for the greater good, but what good were they searching for? Nothing was wrong with Ouran. Our society was all for one and one for all. An equality that none other had.

I loathed Rose. They filled my teenage years with fears, death, and insecurity. I would always wonder as I walked to school if this would be my last day. Would I be caught in a bombing? Or would I be shot? I would also fret about my father as he worked at his first job. Would he be kidnapped, changed, and pop up a few months later, brain-washed and fighting for Rose's cause like that one unfortunate market? Or maybe at his night job his bar would be trashed, bodies tainting the Murks River the next morning like that dreadful day a year ago.

Of course, then I never knew that I was protected from Rose's assaults. I never knew that my father was secretly working for this underground organization. Until that one day:

I just recently turned sixteen. Of course, there wasn't much money to spend for the joyous day of becoming of age, but dad was still able to make it memorable with streamers and cake.

A few days later I came home, face to face with two gingered haired twins knelt around the dinner table.

"Hi. My name's Kaoru-"

"-and I'm Hikaru-"

"-and we're the Hitachiin Twins. It's nice to finally meet you Fujioka-sama."

"Fujioka...sama?" I asked, pointing to my chest and in turn myself.

Exchanging quick glances the one furthest to my right stood, taking a step toward me as a hand snaked around to his back pocket. "You are Fujioka Haruhi, are you not?"

"Yes."

"Then how come you don't know that you're the new commander of the White Rose Brigade?" the other one questioned, still knelt quite comfortably by the table.

"Rose?" I shrieked. Backing up frantically I tried to make a brake for the door, just to only end up a foot from where I was, sprawled on the floor with a gun to my throat.

"Are you the daughter of Fujioka Ryoji, really truly the daughter?" snarled the twin a top of me. One of his hands slammed my squirming head into the ground, my face squashed into the boards as his gun dug into the side of my neck.

"Yes."

"Don't lie," he sneered as he pressed it deeper, causing me to choke.

"Wait Hikaru. What if Ranka-san never told Fujioka-sama here about him working undercover for Rose?"

"My father would never work for a low life group like yours," I hissed. Staring up into the twin named Kaoru's suddenly understanding face was all the clarification I needed as his eyes soften. That, and the fact that the other one (Hikaru) relented, laughing at my ignorance as he left me on the floor, confused, hurt, and betrayed by my own father.

After that faithful day my views on Ouran would change forever. If black and white truly existed then what I once thought was the evil and what I once thought was good was very, very wrong. After that hard year of adjustments there is one thing that I took away the strongest from it all: Ouran was doing the brain-washing.


So I am now going to officially state that this is a test run. I want to see how many people would be interested in me continuing this. I got the idea from the Golden Compass. I liked the vibe of human souls on the outside. So I was thinking how could I make this a fanfiction without making it too close to the movie. So this idea came. A secret underground organization that is trying to show people that Ouran is an currupt society that is trying to make... well, you'll figure out the rest later on :) Can't give away the main plot points now can I.

And yes, I am going to continue Into Everything soon. It's been more of a summer slash holiday breaks kind of project. So I will get working on that pretty soon since my last day of school is June 3. Hurray for summer vacation!


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