Welcome to my Ouran fanfic! *throws confetti* sweet...so yeah. Like almost every other fanfic I've ever written, this one has been floating around for awhile but hasn't been put from mind to arm to hand to pen to paper (or in this case from mind to arm to hand to keyboard to internetz) This one was rekindled thanks to an Ouran fanfic contest on Gaia. (haha, I fail) so yes! Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, so chill, 'aight?

Welcome to the party.

Ouran Academy; a place of wonder and excitement. Well, if you were in the right place, it was. Truthfully, Ouran Academy wasn't all that amazing, it was a school afterall. Now, if you were looking for a fun place to hang out, in Ouran of all places, your best bet would be the unused third music room.

Now surely you're thinking, "What? Why would an unused music room be a fun place to hang out?"

Well, to the general public, the room is listed as 'unused'. Only those who know what goes on are aware that it isn't used. Which is pretty much everyone.

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"As I opened the door, I saw..."

Emptiness. Which was surprising, considering the fact the infamous Ouran Host Club was usually its busiest at 4'o clock in the afternoon. The vast room was eerily dark with only one of the many window shades being open. The light slipped through as if it were trespassing, like it wasn't wanted or like it wanted to steal something from the adorable boy that sat hunched over a small coffee table overflowing with what looked like chemistry homework. The boy's face was hidden behind a curtain of his short, soft-looking brown hair. He scribbled a little while longer before he slammed the large book closed and put one last thought on the paper before him.

He then dropped his pencil and stretched. He pulled his arms high over his head, his hair falling back to reveal his...strangly feminine face.

Just as the 'young man' began to clear up the table his horrid chemistry had taken up, the pink double doors of the music room burst open and slammed into the wall. With a startled jump, the girl-boy looked up to see a peculiar girl who wore a ridiculous outfit. It was a white turtle-neck jumpsuit type thing that was tight on her suggestive curves, but was loose at the arms and legs. Black belts that were apparently attached to the jumpsuit were located about the neck, upper arms, and thighs. To top it all off, the girl's naturally curly black hair was expertly covered by a long, straight green wig.

The intruding girl skipped merrily to the ...child... that stared at her dumbly.

"HA-RU-HI!" she sang as she slid to a halt. She looked the person before her up and down, not once moving her lips that curved up cutely at the ends. The girl-turned-guy-by-a-peculiar-chain-of-events-that-won't-be-mentioned-here blinked at the green haired beauty that looked back at her. "Can I help you, Kat-chan?" she finally let out, taking a step back as she finished cleaning up. "You aren't dressed yet, Haruhi," the girl mewed.

Haruhi flinched. Kat was an overall sweet girl, but she reminded Haruhi of one, no, two certain men who always shrouded her with hugs and cutesy words.

"I was just about to get changed, Kat-chan," she lied. Sensing her regret on the topic, Kat responded with, "Renge and I can help you if you're worried about the dress." She took a lock of hair and began to swirl it around her fingers; a natural habit of hers. "It is a heavy dress, and then we have to get the wig-"

"Kat-chan," Haruhi interrupted, "it's not any of that and you know it." Kat smiled at this. She then began to rock on her heels; another habit.

"But you'll look so cute in it," she clasped her hands together in front of her as if she was praying, "the other club members will absolutely love it!"

"You know I hate dresses."

"It's only for one night," she pouted. "No, not even that," she placed a finger on her lip, her face scrunched up as she thought, "2 hours!"

Haruhi heaved a peeved sigh. "Fine, I'll put the costume on-" And with that, Kat grabbed Haruhi by the wrist and flew to the dressing rooms that hid in the back of the unusually quiet third music room.

As the large clock struck 7 at the esteemed Ouran Academy, the dimly lit ball room was filled with young ladies dressed as frightening monsters, well-known celebrities, and adorable fabled characters. The usually magnificent room was decorated with elaborate Halloween decorations from glow in the dark skeletons to cackeling witches that flew about the ceiling, observing the maidens beneath them. At the south end of the room stood an elegant stair case encased in darkness where the host club had just began to gather. Fumbling to get into their places, the voices of the prince and the little devils emerged in frustrated whispers, catching the attention of their supposedly unknowing guests.

Spotlights flashed upon the stairs the reveal the hosts standng in all of their glory. The girls screamed and chirped their excitement as the boys modeled their, peculiar costumes. (1)

To the far right stood the handsome prince Tamaki, trying desperately to appear elegant in his baggy, costume. His baggy white cargo pants slowly slid down his hips, causing him to pull them up every now and again. The navy blue shirt, wasn't nearly as uncooperative, being a bit tighter with long blue sleeves and the matching hat that sat on his head, slightly hiding his gorgeous blonde hair.

Kyoya, who stood just beside Tamaki, seemed rather comfortable in his costume that consisted of black slacks with a button-up, collared dress shirt with long sleeves and a silver tie. The only thing that really bothered Kyoya about his attire was the near shoulder length wig. The stupid thing was very itchy and made his head rather hot. Nevertheless, he stayed silent and smiled down at the audience of ladies as he let his hand, occupied with a black prop notebook that had been labeled Death Note in silver letters, fall to his side.

The twins stood in the center, holding each other by the hand. Kaoru, who stood on the left wore a long, flowing white robe with a blue trim that resembled that of the pope's. His hair had been combed down to surround his face that was decorated with hundreds of freckles. Hikaru, on the other hand, wore a well-fitted black uniform with white trim and white gloves. The jacket was slightly open at the neck to reveal the white button-up shirt and tie that hid underneath. His hair was combed down, similarly like his brother's, and was dyed a light brown since he simply refused to wear a wig.

Honey stood beside them, opposite of Kyoya, in a semi-normal female high school uniform of dark blue with white trim. The miniskirt didn't seem to faze the happy-go-lucky boy. Atop his head sat an adorable dark blue hat with a large white rim that folded over it at the front. He waved feverishly at the girls that watched him from below, violently shaking the blushing Usa-chan that he held in his other hand.

Takashi's was likely the weirdest of the costumes. What stood out the most were the bright green contact lenses and shaggy white wig with long bangs that covered his left eye. Other than that, he wore rather normal clothing that consisted of a white button-up shirt and fitted brown pants.

As the talking began to settle down, Tamaki spoke, "Welcome to Ouran Host club's first annual Halloween bash!" He beamed, his arms spread out wide before him as if he was preparing for a group glomp.

"We apologize for the delay," he bowed, dropping one arm and motioning the other towards the other host members, "but as you can see, we were putting the finishing touches on our exquiste costumes."

The low murmur of giggles began again. After a quick moment, Kyoya stepped forward.

"Please, enjoy yourselves!" he smiled in his sickly gentle way. The girls applauded and the hosts slowly began to file down the stairs. Tamaki nudged Kyoya in the side, unaware of the death glare he recieved as he frantically searched the room with his jittery eyes.

"Mama, where is our little Haruhi?" He straightened for a moment to peek over the ledge. "I haven't seen her at all today."

Kyoya blinked. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen their little girl at all either...Wait, did he just refer to her as their little girl? Nevertheless, she wasn't here.

"I have no idea where she is," he sighed, shrugging off the pouting prince, "I'm sure she'll turn up soon."

"But, Mama!"

The hosts stopped in their tracks as they realized the girls had gone silent and were gawking at the top of the stairs. They then turned their attention behind them to the top of the stairs. There stood Renge and Kat, both with their eyes gleaming in what appeared to be accomplishment.

"As the manager of Ouran's Host Club," Renge beamed.

"And I as a partner to the manager of the Ouran Host Club," Kat beamed in turn.

"Present to you..."

"...your wonderful..."

"...beloved..."

"...and adorable..." The two looked at each other and cheered in unison, "Haruhi Fujioka!" They rushed to the magically appearing double doors behind them and opened them to reveal...

Woo~! I'm glad that's up. So yeah, here are the ANs:

1. Considering the fact that this fanfic is hosting a Halloween party, here is the list and reason behind the costumes of the host club.

For one thing, they are all cosplaying, thanks to Renge, and they are characters that are played by their Japanese seiyuus (excluding Takashi's cosplay which is featured from his english voice actor) with...

Tamaki cosplaying as Moondoggie from Eureka 7,

Kyoya as Teru Mikami from Death Note,

Kaoru as Pope Alessandro XVIII from Trinity Blood and Hikaru as Dietrich von Lohengrin also from Trinity Blood,

Honey as Momiji Sohma from Fruits Basket(ISN'T THAT FREAKING PERFECT?!)

and Takashi as Ginko from Mushishi.

Now, Renge is described as wearing the school uniform from the anime/manga Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu (The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya) and this outside char, Kat, is cosplaying as C.C. (pronounced C2 for those who are unaware,) from Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion. So, there ya' go, no more worries, yes? Yes, well, get on with it!

Renge: I'm so proud of you, Ecchi-sama

Ecchi: And why is that?

Renge: You finally have a fanfic up and running!

Ecchi: Hey, Renge-chan, that's mean. Don't be mean to Ecchi, that's....mean? *face palms* I fail.

Haruhi: What am I dressed up as?

Renge & Ecchi: Do you REALLY want to know?

Haruhi: O.O Well now I don't. You Otakus are so weird.

Renge: Hey!

Ecchi: Thank you.

Renge & Haruhi: O.O

Well, that's it for now. Hope you enjoyed this and please send me some feedback? I should have another chapter up tomorrow... Maybe...*is currently distracted by the song 'Starless Night' inspired by NANA's Trapnest* I'm hopeless. Please review! *bows*

愛 Ecchi