A/N: Here it is… my first Nekozawa/Haruhi story. I am not sure how long it will be, but expect craziness, love, drama, and a little suspense with it. This story is dedicated to all of my readers. Thank you for supporting me and allowing me to write for you. Enjoy the new story. Kyoya/Haruhi should be up next week.

Chapter 1 – Some Truths

Umehito Nekozawa opened the door to the third music room a crack and peeked it. It wasn't really spying, but he wanted to look upon the girl that had started to make an impact in his life. Ever since his sister made her appearance at school and the Host Club tried to find a way to bring the brother and sister together, Haruhi had been coming over to the house to spend time with Kirimi. He had learned that she was a girl on her first trip to the house and swore that he would keep her secret and would go as far as cutting out his own tongue if he needed to. She assured him that wasn't necessary and after that they had started to forge a friendship of some sort. She intrigued him and he was starting to realize that he sought her out more and more, and she was not aware of him most of the time as he stayed to the darkness and shadows. He just couldn't get enough of her even though she lived in the light.

Kyoya heard a door creek open and knew without looking that it was the Dark Prince. The senior had come by almost every day and would peek inside for a few minutes before leaving again. Glancing behind him to verify his theory, Kyoya saw the bewigged head and as soon as his senpai saw him turn around, the head was gone and the door was closed. The Shadow King turned back around and scanned the room until his eyes fell on the only female host disguised as a male student and shook his head. Setting aside the intelligence he had gathered, it was more than obvious to him that Nekozawa had feelings for Haruhi, but had not quite admitted them, maybe not even to himself. There was a long line of potential suitors out for her hand, and as Kyoya pushed his glasses up his nose once again he had to wonder who the girl was interested in.

"Mommy! Our sons are harassing our daughter again!" Tamaki ran up to his best friend crying.

Shaking his head, Kyoya sighed, "Tamaki, I am sure we have been through this a few times, more times than I care to count. He is not our daughter and they are not our sons. I am not mommy and you are not daddy. I will however accept the fact that we are like a family to you and each other… at times. Now you need to get back to your guests before they complain of your lack of attention for them." He watched as a shocked look appeared on his best friend's face and then the blonde ran away straight to his section to dote on the girls he realized he was starting to ignore.

Kyoya looked around the room again and started to think about the dubbed daughter of the club. He himself was intrigued by her, but not enough to pursue her. Tamaki was delusional and had feelings for her, but was confusing those with fatherly affection. Then there was Mori, Kyoya was sure the tall stoic man had feelings for her also, but he wasn't sure he would act on them or how strong they really were. Hunny just saw her as a sister and had no feelings for her beyond that; and that left the twins. They both had feelings for her, but Hikaru was more brash and jealous than Kaoru; and the younger twin was willing to put his feelings and life on hold for his brother. Hikaru was still trying to figure out his feelings, but Kaoru's mind had awakened and he knew exactly what both of them felt for Haruhi. So who did Haruhi have feelings for? Honestly Kyoya didn't know. She was so hard to read and figure out sometimes. She hardly ever realized when someone had feelings for her and yet she was popular with the boys. Maybe it was her sweet innocence that attracted them to her. Regardless of that, it would take more observation from him to figure out the puzzle, but then again… Kyoya loved a challenge.

Walking back to his club room, Nekozawa was cursing himself for almost being caught by the youngest Ootori. He knew that looking in on Haruhi every day could be dangerous, but he couldn't stop himself. He was drawn to her, and even though he believed she deserved someone else, he couldn't stay away. Pausing in the hallway, he leaned against the wall and slid down it until he was sitting. Haruhi was so much more than he ever thought possible, and he had never felt this way about another person. He wasn't sure what it was, but he needed to figure it out.

When he felt calm enough, he got up and walked into the Black Magic club room located in the basement of Ouran High School. This was what he knew and what he surrounded himself with. This made sense to him. Why couldn't Haruhi make sense to him? Why did he always think about her and dream about her. He couldn't even escape from her amongst everything that he normally held so dear to him. "What was that Beelzenef?" He asked the cat puppet on his hand. "I know, but I can't forget her."

"Nekozawa-senpai, I see you have returned from your errand. Did all go well?" A girl inquired as she approached him.

"Hai Reiko!" He replied with a smile that could be termed as almost creepy.

Reiko stood there for a minute debating if she should talk to her friend about what she had recently seen while scrying. He was the president of the club, so she should tell him, shouldn't she? "Um Nekozawa-senpai, I saw something earlier."

"What was it?" He probed a bit nervously and looked down at his puppet, shaking his head and making Beelzenef look like he was shaking his head too. Was he busted? Did Reiko see him spying on Haruhi?

Looking from side to side to make sure none of the other club members overheard her, she took another step forward and whispered, "I think Haruhi Fujioka is a girl. That is what my crystal ball told me, but that doesn't make sense because she is in the Host Club with my beloved. Do you think she is fooling all of them? Is she trying to get close to Haninozuka?"

The Black Magic Club president's eyes widened in shock, Reiko's ball had always provided her with visions and they had always been true, but he had not been expecting this, "Come with me." He led her out of the club room and into an empty classroom on a floor above their clubroom. Once the door was shut and locked, he studied his prodigy momentarily before stating, "What I am about to tell you cannot leave this room and you are to tell no one."

"What is going on senpai?" The first year asked confused. She had not been expecting to be led away from her club room or for her president to demand her secrecy from her with such an impassioned tone of voice just because she told him Haruhi was a girl. What was going on? "I swear I will not say anything to anyone," she declared knowing that if he was that serious about it, it had to be something that was important.

"Haruhi Fujioka is a girl. She has reasons for being in the Host Club and disguising herself as a boy," he explained and saw the look of angst that crossed her face, "It is not to get close to Hunny. They are only friends. You will not tell a soul about this and if you do, you know my magic is more powerful than yours is."

Gulping, Reiko nodded, "I understand."

He thought about it for a minute before he asked, "What did you see that showed you that Haruhi was a girl?"

"Her funeral."

"WHAT?"

"I don't know what it was, but I saw her funeral and she was a girl."

"Tell me exactly what you saw!" He demanded feeling panic rise up in him.

Reiko studied her senpai for a moment and it dawned on her, Umehito Nekozawa had feelings for Haruhi Fujioka, and then she wondered if he realized it yet. Furrowing her brow, she told him everything, "I saw something falling and then Haruhi lying still. Then here was an ambulance and then a machine flat lining. Finally, I saw her lying in a casket."

"Wh-When does this happen?"

"I don't know senpai," she spoke softly seeing the anguish on his face.

"Can you try to look and figure it out?"

"I will try senpai."

"Thank you Reiko, and please tell no one of this."

"I won't, but I will tell you that I don't think it is an accident. It could be though; it is just a feeling I get."

Nodding, Nekozawa opened the door and let the girl exit first. As they made their way back to their club room, he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that overcame him at his kohai's words. Too many people would be affected by Haruhi's death and the loss would be too great. He knew the Host Club didn't want to lose her and… he knew couldn't lose Haruhi either.