AN: Hello minna! Here's what I'm planning to do. I'll be writing one-shots of the crazy happenings behind the Ouran Host Club scene. Enjoy reading and reviews are definitely encouraged :) Dozo!
Disclaimer: Belongs to the genius Bisco Hatori, of course.

I. Cosplay

Haiii...

Haruhi let out an exasperated breath and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Instead of her usual Ouran uniform she was sporting a charming blue and white dress. To top off the look a blonde wig was pulled over her head –the guise was somewhat reminiscent of Alice in Wonderland.

"Hikaru, Kaoru. Do I have to wear this?" Her fingers fumbled with the lace and intricate trimmings of the apron (much too girly for her taste). Even for a cross-dressing fashion show, her outfit was much more feminine than the others in her opinion.

The Hitachi twins exchanged Cheshire-cat grins and sauntered over, measuring tapes and satin and ribbons in hand. They bent down in chorus to hum in her ear, "But you look so adorable, Haruhi." Fortunately she wriggled out of being their 'toy' for a moment as they were called to alter Hunny's ruined costume. The Lolita-shota managed to splatter cake frosting all over his angel wings. "It- It's not my fault! Waiiii!" Big fat tears rolled down his cherub cheeks but his eyes became dry as soon as Mori consoled him.

Haruhi sighed for the hundredth time that day and gave in. If she didn't cooperate, she was confident Kyouya would increase her debt, and presently she was a long way from paying off the looming eight million yen. She scanned her surroundings and grudgingly admitted her admiration of the Host Club's endeavors. The Ouran gardens have transformed into an enchanting outdoor catwalk. Enormous, towering flowers and dim lights adorned the stage, emitting a dreamlike aura. This year the Hitachi twins decided to throw a fashion show (theme: Cross-dressing Fairytale!!!) and gained immediate approval from Tamaki (he wanted to see Haruhi in a dress) and Kyouya (more profits). Why am I not surprised, she mused to herself and glanced over at the Shadow King, who was scribbling away in his notebook. The idiot king, on the other hand –was no where to be seen.

"Haruhi! Look at these lavish locks of hair bestowed upon me! I simply radiate the beauty of Rapunzel!"

She spoke too soon.

A tall figure appeared to her right, except his face was well, how would one put it? Positively scary. Tamaki's face was caked with heavy makeup. His lips were painted red; his eyelashes formed a dark curtain against his skin when he blinked. In fact, his appearance was undeniably similar to the time he and the others tried to win her back from the hands of the Zuka Club, Haruhi noted and suppressed a chuckle. "Tamaki-sempai…you look…nice." She didn't know how else to comment on his appearance, and was unaware of the rising blush in his cheeks.

"S-SO CUTE!" The lanky blonde squealed, his blue eyes shimmering with adoration. "Daughter, you make such a good Alice!" he picked her up and twirled her round and round, to the dismay of the surrounding patrons (except the Host Club members, this was nothing new to them).

"Sempai! P-put me down! I'm g-getting dizzy!" Her protests went unheard and before long Hunni wanted to join in, jumping up and down animatedly and exclaiming, "My turn! My turn, Tama-chan!"

Without a doubt, Haruhi knew she will never escape the madness of the Host Club as long as she lived.

"Damn you rich bastards…"

::ende::