Van: I'm so sorry! If any of you are familiar with Spirit of the Byakugan, I really wanted to get this down first! XD It was stuck in my head for weeks! Wah! I hope anyone out there enjoys this story just as I have thinking it out! By the way, if anyone wants any pairings, don't hesitate for suggestions, but don't spam me.

Note here! There may be spoilers! If you wish not to know certain things, please DO NOT READ!!!

Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns Naruto, Hatori owns Ouran, not me.

Chapter One: Partnership Program

Ouran Private Academy is defined by...

One, prestigious families, and two, wealth.

And prosperous people have much time on their hands.

Therefore this Ouran Host Club is about...

These handsome guys that have time,

Giving hospitality to these lovely ladies that also have time,

And profiting off them.

It's an elegant game unique to this super rich school.

"And done!"

A screen turned off as a blonde clicked a remote. He turned towards his friends who were staring at the now blank overhead. "So what do you think?!" He asked excited.

The boys did not speak. Finally one did, tilting his glasses while sighing.

"Tamaki... How much did this cost?"


Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh

Kiss Kiss Fall in Love!

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"Partnership program?" Haruhi blinked.

"A requirement for the whole school. It's a project to show how proficient Ouran is at getting along with others." Kyoya explained.

"Oh? Do we pick our partners?" asked the girl.

A certain king's ears perked up. Why not pick him for a partner?

"Unfortunately," said the ice demon eyeing Tamaki, "No."

An immediate explosion erupted the poor king's thoughts.

"Demo, we don't even get our partners until tomorrow so we have plenty of time!" Hunny smiled lying on Mori's back.

Mori nodded. "Ah."

"Oh really? Time to what?" Haruhi wondered.

"To pray." chorused the twins.

Mori nodded once again.

"I see." She twitched.

"Of course, when you're with your partner, you must participate in their activities and vice-versa." Kyoya grinned. "You will be sure to be here regardless, hmm?"

"Wakata." Haruhi twitched more then sighed. "Well, who knows? This partnering might be fun. I wonder who mine could be."

"Maybe someone who likes cake!"

"Maybe someone with a real sense of humor!"

"Maybe a Hentai!"

The Host club grew silent as their president stood from his corner.

"That's right, we shouldn't be so sure that the partner is a good guy! What if it's some pervert from the D-class?!"

The club (most of them) gasped in shock.

"I shudder to think! What should happen to Haruhi?!" Tamaki glomped Haruhi. "Oh, my daughter! Daddy fears for you so! And Mother! Don't you care what happens to our daughter?"

"Why?" inquired the Otori.

"She could be paired up with anyone! What if that person tricks our poor Haruhi! One minute she's tutoring the evil man," Tamaki showed a billboard that has a stick person and another stick person in a dress reading books. "The next thing, this happens!"

Like one of those flip books for animation, the stick man took the book from the stick person with a dress, toss the book away, and got on top of the stick person with a dress.

The Host club gawked at the king's horrid art.

"So what have we learned today?"

"That milord has bad art skills."

Hikaru's comment stabbed the king's back.

"It won't win any ribbons."

Kaoru's comment sliced through the king's chest.

"Terrible animation."

Kyoya's comment shanked the king's leg.

"It was boring."

Hunny's surprising comment struck the king's other leg.

"Stick people."

Mori's comment struck with thunderbolts.

Tamaki went into his famous depressed position in the corner.

"If you're going to talk about me, do it when I'm not here." Haruhi said, annoyed.

"Wah! Haruhi!" Tamaki cried.

Haruhi sighed, packing her books. "Well, I have to go now, so... I'll see you guys later." With that, she left.

The Host club gulped with a strange gut feeling. Something was going to happen...


A crowd of people wearing asian hats with ribbons and black cloaks embroidered with scarlet clouds stood in front of the elegant school. It was a bright morning, yet there was no one else around.

"Ah, so this is the place?"

"Tobi, you better be right, un!"

"Tobi wouldn't lie! Tobi is a good boy, Deidara-sempai."

"Kukuku... I wonder if there's anyone scrumptious? We have not eaten lately..."

"Calm down Zetsu..."

"What?! He has the right idea! I didn't have a sacrifice in days! Jashin-sama's been really $#(! moody lately!"

"Tch. Stop complaining, Hidan."

"Says you, Kakuzu! Always money, money, money!"

"Hehehe... Leader-sama, may I have permission to wipe out a few limbs?"

"No, Kisame."

"Aw, a shame, eh, Itachi?"

"Hn."

"Leader. I've finished scouting the perimeter. There's virtually no guards."

"Good, Konan. Now we go."

"Finally!"

"Oy, you should try to be more patient, Sasori-danna. Yeah."

A growl.


Upon entering, the Akatsuki found themselves inside a grand hallway of pure splendor.

"Sasori-danna... The design is very artistic, un."

"I agree." The puppeteer looked around appreciatively.

"Enough, you two." Leader-sama said. He was then surprised when a woman walked toward them.

She blinked confused before saying, "Why aren't you in your uniforms? Oh never mind. All students need to write their names on this list... Did you get a chance to do so?" She held a paper out for them to see.

The Akatsuki sweatdropped a bit.

"Must we, Sensei?" Leader asked casually playing along with the situation.

All of the Akatsuki members' jaws dropped. "Leader!" They cried in shock.

"Yes. It's a requirement for a program that Ouran High is initiating." She handed the list to the Leader.

Leader sighed and wrote down their names. Their REAL names.

"L-leader! Shouldn't you use aliases?!"

"Oops."

The teacher left with the filled out list.

"Leader-sama, you could have just let me gobble her up inside my starving belly!" Zetsu cried.

"Ah, Zetsu, you will find food long enough." Leader sighed.

"It better be quick, I feel his eyes staring at me, un." Deidara muttered.

Konan heaved a breath of exasperation. Perhaps Pein wasn't feeling very well and needs a break.

"That woman was certainly beautiful..." Leader said dazed.

Konan twitched. "Come, I suppose we must go with it for now." She said before Leader could slip anything else about the gorgeous teacher.

The Akatsuki followed Konan's example. They walked to the bill board which had just now been updated.

On the bill board was quite a bit of info on Ouran High School and the type of class, character, and sports the school has to offer. Apparently it was a school of high aristocracy and education.

"Boring, un."

"Some of the people here seem nice." Light Zetsu said.

"Nice enough to chew!" Dark Zetsu laughed.

"So... In this Partner program thing these are our partners?"

"It would appear so."

"Hey! Where's my name?!"

"Mine's right here."

"I don't care about (funk)ing yours! I'm talking about (funk)ing mine!"

"Oh look! Yours is over there, Hidan!"

Hidan stared at the billboard that was next to the Ouran billboard. "What?!"

"Leader-sama, what should we do?"

"We came here looking for the hosts of the Bijuu... So we'll simply pretend to be students and play along, that is until we could find information regarding the Bijuu." Leader said. "So now we disperse."

With that, the Akatsuki splitted up, some complaining, some eager, some not so eager, some hungry, some bloodthirsty, and some that were just, "Hm."


Van: And so the Akatsuki appears in Ouran! What will happen next?! Review, and I shall update! Oh yeah, and just a note here: Sasori is in Hiruko as of this moment.