HEY ALL! Just sittin' here, playing with Dicky. (And before anyone asks, my cat's name is Dicky.) This is my VERY FIRST (duhn duhn DAAAAHH!) fanfic that has nothing to do with Ghost Hunt! I recently finished the anime series "Ouran High School Host Club" and I thought it would be a PERFECT series to fanfic!

This chapter takes place after episode 26 – the last one.

So, Enjoy yourselves!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN OURAN HIGHSCHOOL HOST CLUB. If I did, there would be some SEEEERIOUS shipping and kissing! Honestly! Thank GOD for the manga! (Chapter 80 for those who are interested…)

Chapter 1: Rehearsal

Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here, at the elite private school: Ouran Academy. The Ouran Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys with way too much time on their hands entertain young girls who also have… way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super rich and beautiful.

Haruhi walked down the main hallway to Music Room #3, knowing exactly what was going to happen next in her life.

I will open the door and the Host Club will be in some costumes I don't know about. Doing something I don't know about. Talking about some random nonsense I don't know about. And…

No, Haruhi didn't know what would happen next exactly. But…she did have a relative idea. At least that counted.

I hope.

She stopped at the elegant doorway, sighing inwardly and placing a gentle hand on the golden doorhandle, her blue (male) uniform's sleeve buckling at the motion.

Rose petals flew in her direction with a tantalizing sweet scent (the usual, actually) and Haruhi stood in the midst of a cosplay party.

Which is what the club did almost every day.

So, you could say that this was normal.

The Club members were still in their costumes from the previous day. Tamaki was wearing his white dress suit (because the crazy Éclair told him not to show his face at the club, he didn't change that day), Kyoya in purple, Mori in navy blue, Honey in orange, Kaoru in green and Hikaru in baby blue.

The twins broke into a run at Haruhi, Hikaru holding something behind his back. When they reached Haruhi, what was behind Hikaru's back was revealed.

He pulled out the pink dress and hair extensions that she wore the day before.

"Don't tell me I'm wearing that again." Haruhi pointed at the frilly thing.

"Yes, you are." Kaoru stated bluntly.

"And we're not doing anything today until you're changed!" The twins said in unison.

Haruhi put a hand over her face in frustration, but was pushed to the change room by the two and she pulled back the curtain to put the dress on.

She walked out minutes later and was just as beautiful as the day previous.

Tamaki covered his mouth with his hands, eyes wide. "Ohh, my little girl is so pretty!" He cried dramatically, now waving his delicate hands in the air. He was shouting random things in the background like "She looks so pretty in pink," and "Why can't Daddy ever take his little girl to a dance?!"

Haruhi simply stared at the odd exhibition, thinking about what goes on inside that mind of his.

I wonder why he thinks I'm like a daughter to him? Maybe he was dropped as a baby…probably down a flight of stairs…

He started jumping, legs spreading far enough that it looked like he did the splits in midair each time.

Yeah, that sounds believable… Anyway, I should probably take this off. Haruhi turned around to walk back to the change room and put her normal clothes back on when two arms grabbed hers and held tightly, apparently not planning on letting go anytime soon. The two covered Haruhi's eyes with a blindfold.

"Where are you going, Haruhi?" The twins questioned, turning her around to face opposite direction.

"Changing back into my clothes." Haruhi gave both of them a response as bland as the wall behind them.

"Oh really?" Kaoru inquired. "We were under the impression that-"

"You would be joining us for the party tonight." Hikaru finished.

"Party? What party?!" Haruhi took off her blindfold and became worried for her safety as soon as the twins looked deep into her face, eyes narrowed mischievously.

"We're celebrating Tamaki's staying in Japan, of course!" They jeered in unison.

Haruhi frowned. "And you're taking me hostage for a cosplay party why?"

"Because we knew you probably wouldn't do it if we asked you nicely." Hikaru's voice deepened.

The twins pushed on Haruhi's sides so she would move.

"Now then – let's go rehearse!" Tamaki cheered joyfully!

And as they left, Haruhi turned to face Tamaki, struggling to break free of the twins' grip, asking a single question.

"IF I DO THIS, DO I GET TO EAT FANCY TUNAAAAAA?"

The door to the music room closed quietly as the Host Club ushered Haruhi downstairs and into the ballroom to rehearse for the party.

Next thing she knew, Haruhi was in the midst of a dramatic reenactment of Tamaki's departing for France with Éclair.

Before her eyes, there were several scenes that were familiar to her – Honey-senpai was practicing their battle with the Otori private police – but they had to fight against eachother because the soldiers were too afraid to fight them again. Three went home with broken bones and eleven suffered terrible fractures.

But hey, at least we got Tamaki-senpai back…

Speaking of the devil, Tamaki was now running up to Haruhi, his fingers laced together by his chest. "Oh, I still can't get over how positively adorable in that dress you are!" He shouted and writhed whilst standing.

All the while, Haruhi was looking over at Kyoya – the teen was making calls on his phone, Haruhi sometimes snatching a few words from the air around him such as 'deliver' and 'car.'

She sighed outwardly and looked down at her black-clad feet. Haruhi thought all the while of what happened the day previous, when the whole ordeal actually happened.

I was riding a horse-drawn carriage…

Tamaki-senpai was in that red car with Éclair, and he reached out to her. Éclair tried to stop him, but she eventually let go so Senpai could come and join me in the air…

We fell together…Senpai grabbed my hands and pulled me close to his chest…

But something in his eyes told me he wanted more than a hug. And I think that I wanted something more than that, too…

Wait – WHAT AM I THINKING?!

Haruhi blushed from behind her hands, which flew up to her face at the moment she started thinking about Tamaki-senpai.

"Problem?" Kyoya strolled up to Haruhi, noticing the way she was covering her face. "If I am correct, isn't that a posture that most girls assume when thinking about someone they love?" He pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his slender nose.

"Hah, n-no..!" Haruhi stuttered slightly, her blush thankfully fading away now. She glanced over at Tamaki-senpai, who was opening the door and letting inside a red…

…Sports car..?

"HOW – HOW DID YOU GET A CAR IN HERE?!" Haruhi yelled over at the other side of the room, where the sports car was being parked.

Tamaki looked over at Haruhi, waved and smiled, but then resumed to throw his hands in the air in a weird fashion – he seemed to be instructing how to park a…

…Horse-drawn carriage.

Okay, Haruhi was now expecting something else extremely bizarre to happen. After all, it's quite normal for the Host Club to have an… extremely accurate representation of how Tamaki-senpai almost left for France with Éclair…

All odd thoughts aside, Haruhi was looking around for Kyoya. He usually organized things, so Haruhi always looked to him for a schedule.

"Haruhi – you're going to be practicing the 'Carriage Rescue' scene." Kyoya pointed over at the massive wooden thing that was actually being pulled by horses.

"HOW – How the hell do you guys even get things in this place?! I understand, maybe a renaissance vase could be simple, but you have to bring a horse-drawn carriage and sports car into the room?!" She scoffed, looking between each of the members, face laden with surprise.

"Because we're magical." Tamaki answered cheerfully, yet sarcastically.

Kyoya, once again, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I knew you were dripping with good looks, but I didn't know you were seething with sarcasm." He laughed quietly.

Hikaru and Kaoru began to laugh maniacally as Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai were resuming to practice their fighting. Honey turned to laugh, but Mori proceeded to kick his friend in the face with a giant foot. The smaller of the two went flying across the room, but didn't land on his feet this time. Instead, he skidded, face-first, into one of the pillars. He turned around to face Mori.

The boy seemed to be on the edge of tears, but that was just the Boy-Lolita side kicking in. In any other case, Honey-senpai was a champion martial artist.

"Don't let your guard down, Mitsukuni." He mumbled, face stoic as ever.

"Hnn." He nodded and stood again. The teen began to practice his duel with Mori again.

Haruhi picked up her dress from the floor and walked over to the carriage, waiting for Hikaru and Kaoru. They both sat inside, Kaoru pulling Haruhi on and holding her back to make sure that she was supported while they "rode the carriage." They did everything exactly the way it happened, except for the fact that no mortal man could dare flip the carriage and land them in a figurative pumpkin patch, breaking Hikaru's arm all over again.

Rehearsals took several hours, but eventually, the Host Club were in their costumes, waiting in the main dance hall for the girls to arrive.