A/N: Where did this come from??!! O.o I honestly don't know. I was reading Alice in Wonderland today and thinking about how much I enjoyed Ouran's adaptation of the storyline… And I suppose that made me think of An Ouran Fairy Tale. I was really in the mood to write another fan fiction—write anything, really—and I've learned to act on ideas whenever they come to me. I've no idea, really, where it's going to be headed nor how long it will end up lasting, but why not go for it, eh?

Please review and tell me what you think! Any plot suggestions would be warmly accepted!

Disclaimer: Of course, I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. I do, however, own the plot for this fairy tale. …I think. …Right?

Once upon a time, there lived in a small village a young girl named Haruhi. Now, Haruhi was not the type to fall for nonsensical things, such as talking rabbits or singing dwarves or the like. No, Haruhi contented herself with sitting inside her little room and reading books.

Books were hard to come by in her village, since they were so cut off from any large cities and had very little money to come by. It was always a treat whenever she would wander into the small town library and find a new book sitting atop a shelf, a heavenly light shining down on it.

It was one such of these days when Haruhi was walking home, nose hidden behind the brand new book in her hands, when she ran straight into a strange young man, causing the both of them to go sprawling to the ground.

"Ow…" the stranger muttered, rubbing the back of his head. As he took into account the situation he immediately sprung to his feet and offered his hand to Haruhi, assisting her to her feet. "My fair maiden! Please excuse me; I was not minding my way! Are you hurt?"

She looked into his eyes—strange, radiant, violet eyes, the likes of which she had never seen before. His blonde hair was messy beneath his forest green cap, and it fell attractively over his eyes. She warily eyed his peculiar ensemble and vaguely wondered if he was an actor from the city. She roughly pulled her hand out of his, turned on her heel, and began walking in the direction of her house, bringing the book back up to her eyes. "I'm fine, thank you."

He stood frozen behind her for a few seconds, blinking after her in confusion, before rushing to follow after her. "Wait!" he called, and she stopped, still not turning around. He ran to stand before her, panting slightly, a bewildered expression gracing his perfect features. He composed himself before dropping the confusion and setting himself up into a dramatic pose, eyes gazing dreamily at the sky, chin between thumb and forefinger, and sparkles surrounding him. "Aren't you going to be dazzled by my frighteningly good looks?"

Haruhi stared at him blankly. "No." She began to walk away again.

"Wait!" he repeated, reaching after her; she did not stop this time, but only seemed to walk faster. "But… but—! Aren't you at least going to ask who I am and where I come from?"

She finally stopped walking and turned back to him. "Actually, I wasn't going to, really. I don't care much. Now if you would excuse me, I would like to be getting back to my book."

The stranger was exasperated. He grabbed her shoulders and tried to reason with her. "But heroines of fairy tales are supposed to be naturally curious! Haruhi, what kind of heroine are you? Stop being difficult!"

Now it was Haruhi's turn to be exasperated. "Sempai, you're not supposed to know my name yet!" she quietly exclaimed, wriggling out from beneath his grasp.

"Oh—how could I have forgotten?" He closed his eyes and brought a hand to his forehead. "What am I thinking—? …Now, what was I saying?"

"I was being difficult," the girl supplied.

"Oh yes, yes, Haruhi being difficult… Yes!" He stuck a dramatic finger into the air and called out, "Oh author! Haruhi is being difficult! Can you not do something about this?"

"Oh!" A surprised exclamation came from overhead; the pair down on the road looked above them to see The Author sitting in a tree, notebook in lap and pencil between her teeth. "Yes, yes, I'll fix that right away…"

Haruhi stiffened temporarily, then blinked a few times, dazed. She caught sight of the man. "I'm sorry… Who are you? And where are you from?"

The man puffed out his chest in pride. "I am oh so glad you asked!" he shouted, striking another pose, holding up two fingers and winking. "I am Sir Tamaki, Royal Knight and Messenger of the Great King o' the Forest!" He moved himself closer to Haruhi—so close that their noses were touching—and, with wide, innocent eyes, added, "But you can call me Tamaki."

Haruhi took a few steps back. "Sir Tamaki?" she echoed. "King of the Forest? What are you—?"

"Nope!" He cut her off happily and corrected, "It's King o' the Forest, my dear maiden!"

Her stare was, again, blank. She waited for him to go on.

"I have traveled long, and far!" he began, accentuating each phrase with a wide, sweeping hand motion. "I have journeyed across scorching deserts…" (He fanned himself dramatically.) "…freezing ice lands…" (He hugged his arms to his chest dramatically.) "… all in search of one—" (here he held up one finger, directly below her nose) "—beautiful maiden!"

With slight distaste, Haruhi gently pushed his hand away from her nose. "And what maiden would this be, Sir Tamaki?" she asked politely.

His eyes became watery. "Tamaki, Tamaki!" he whined. "I asked you to call me Tamaki!"

She tapped her foot impatiently. He continued. "I have come in search for one Lady Haruhi! Know where I can find her?"

"Haruhi?" she repeated, eyes wide. "My name is Haruhi."

"It is?" He squealed. "Hooray! I get to take such a cute girl back to the Forest with me! Oh, the King will be so pleased! Come, Haruhi!" he commanded, taking firm hold of her arm. "Let's go!"

"Hold on!" she exclaimed, wrenching her arm from his grasp and stumbling backwards away from him; he remained frozen where he was, a pitifully rejected look on his face. "Why do you want to take me? And to where, exactly?"

Tamaki smiled again, and the smile lit up his entire face. "I'm taking you back to the Castle o' the Forest! It's a lovely place, you'll adore it!" He continued to grin rather stupidly at her, waiting for acceptance.

Haruhi still hesitated. "But… why?" she asked, a strange sort of curiosity welling up within her, a completely foreign feeling (for, as I believe you have figured out by now, our heroine Haruhi is not exactly the naturally curious type of person).

He finally stopped grinning the idiotic smile. "Don't you know?" he inquired disbelievingly.

"No…"

"Lady Haruhi!" He let out a small laugh. "You can't mean that no one's ever told you…!"

Frustration was beginning to boil up within her—when would he get to his point? "Told me what?"

He abruptly became serious. "…You're a wizard, Haruhi."

Haruhi fell over. At the same time The Author fell out of her tree.

"What are you thinking?" she shouted at Tamaki. "That's a completely different movie! There's things such as copyright laws, you know! Do you want me to get sued or something?"

"Idiot sempai!" Haruhi joined in on the yelling at Tamaki. "Stick to the script, please!"

Their abuse forced Tamaki into his oh so familiar Corner of Woe (don't ask where he was able to find a Corner of Woe on an open village road—the world may be better off not knowing). He could be heard mumbling, "Couldn't help it… Harry Potter… Slipped out… It's fan fiction… Wouldn't get sued anyway…"

The Author climbed back into her tree, grumbling all the way. "Characters… not following their lines…"

Let's try this again, shall we?

"Lady Haruhi!" He let out a small laugh. "You can't mean that no one's ever told you…!"

Frustration was beginning to boil up within her—when would he get to his point? "Told me what?"

Much to her surprise, Tamaki took one of her hands into his. "Lady Haruhi, you are the descendant of the Great First Mage o' the Forest! You must be taken to the Castle o' the Forest and be instructed in your magic immediately!"

The poor girl was startled speechless; all she could do was stand there limply and stare at Tamaki blankly. Finally she looked up to the sky and roared, "What kind of nonsense is this?!"

From within her tree, The Author shrugged. "The world may never know…"

 So there it is! It's a short chapter, yes, but it's just the beginning (hopefully). I'd love for you all to tell me what you think—it certainly is a weird story, yes, and it's only going to get weirder!! I'm not sure if I like how it's written, almost like they're filming a movie, and with The Author and everything… and I'm not sure how the Ouran fandom will receive it… But hell, I like it! That's kind of all that matters, right…? I do hope you all like it, though!

Any support I can get would be greatly appreciated… I don't know when the next update will come, since this is my first real chapter fic, but hopefully it'll be soon!

Thank you for reading!!! This has been… RIN.