Author Note: My first fan fiction so try to be kind! Haruhi may seem a bit OOC at first but there is a method to the madness. All will be explained to the best of my ability.

Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC, that belongs to Sensai Biscoe Hatori. I also do not own the Don Juan name, character or anything of the sort. If you think I own either, you forgot your meds! Without further ado, I give you:

Don Juan Ouran

Haruhi looked around puzzled. She was not familiar with her surroundings, in fact, she couldn't even make out her surroundings with all the fog around her. "Where am I?" she asked aloud. She held tightly to the basket in her hands...wait, BASKET? She looked down, sure enough, a small wicker basket hung from her hand. Inside it was a small array of fruits. She suddenly became aware of the rumbling in her stomach. "Well, I guess I could eat one piece."

She picked up an apple and went to take a bite, but nearly screamed and dropped it in disgust, the apple was completely rotten. She looked back in the basket, every piece was moldy and decaying. She threw it aside with a moan. Now she felt really hungry. Rotten luck! Where was she? And how did she get here?

Suddenly, she heard a voice, cool as the air around her, call out to her "There is a fine feast awaiting at my house fair lady." She gasped and turned around. In the fog, she could see the shadowy figure of a man, or at least what she assumed was a man by the size and voice. "Do not be afraid my dear" he said stepping closer. Slowly, Haruhi could make out his appearance. He was tall and slender with dark hair. His face was slightly angular and fair. He wore a black mask, behind which, slate grey eyes peered back at her. She also noticed he wore a cloak, which forced her to finally notice the chill in the air around her. She shivered slightly, it was then she realized what she was wearing.

She was clothed in an old dress that felt like silk. The bodice was very form-fitting and had off the shoulder sleeves which stopped mid-way down her biceps. The skirt came to just above her ankles, which were bare, as well as her feet. She also had a shawl tied around her waist. She was confused, to her knowledge, she had no clothing remotely like this in her wardrobe. Now she was starting to worry. She was in a strange place, in strange clothes, with a strange man. What was going on here?

The masked man took his cloak and wrapped it around her. "A fair maiden as thee, should not be allowed to catch her death of frost" he said in that cool tone. Yet, cool as it was, it was not unkind. It was almost...endearing, but in a way that let shadows of something else through, though Haruhi could not put her finger on it. When he finished tying the cloak around her and stepped back, Haruhi noticed he had a jeweled dagger, and that he wore very fine clothes. She could tell, whoever this strange man was, he was extremely wealthy.

"Come, my dear" he said "you may warm yourself at my humble home." He held out a gloved hand to her. She said nothing for a moment. Then she asked the question that had been on her mind since he first appeared. "Who are you?"

He pushed his mask further up and smiled "All in time fair maiden" he told her. He again offered his hand "Now, please, let me take you a warmer atmosphere." He looked at her for a response. She hesitated, but finally, she took his hand and let him lead her. "Come," he said "My home is not far."

After a short journey, they arrived at a rich looking house. Though it didn't much resemble a house as a small castle. It was stone, with sconces ablaze on either side of a large dark wooden door. The knocker was a gold lion's head with a hoop adorned with roses. The windows were all covered from the inside with red curtains, behind which, the light of candles danced gayly, as though beconing wary travellers. He led her inside "This way fair maiden" he said "It is quite warm. I hope it will be to your liking."

Upon entry she was greeted with the sight of a feast, candles, torches, silk linens, and marble statues. Tapestries adorned nearly every inch of the walls. A vase of fresh roses adorned the center of the table. In the fireplace, a fiery blaze warmed the room, giving it the feel of an inviting atmosphere. The feast was also grand. It was as though her host had been expecting a small army of people to show at his door. Most of the foods were of foreign origin and unfamiliar to her, though appetizing all the same. "Incredible" she said. Finally she turned around and said "Please, tell me who you are" but he kept smirking.

"In time my dear. But first, let us partake in this bounty that the lord hath grant us." He said gesturing to the table. "Please, eat to your heart's content. I have a king's ransom worth of food. Fruit, pig, wine, bread, and even fancy tuna" he sat her at the seat to the right of the head chair, where he sat.

"Fancy...tuna?"she asked quietly. The one dish she had always dreamed of eating, finally, she would have it!

"Of course" he slid the dish to her. "Try it, it's quite good." She slowly took her fork and stabbed the fish. She put a small bit in her mouth. She nearly cried. It was so good! She could drop dead right now and be happy to have now tried such a glorious dish. Her host picked up his own fork with another grin"And now, we feast!"

Once she had finished she stood up. "Thank you very much, it was delicious, sir. Is there a place I might be able to wash up?" she asked politely. Her host smiled again.

"Why of course, there is a washroom just beyond my chambers, right through there"he said, gesturing to a red curtain. "Feel free to use it to any extent." She smiled and nodded before going to the washroom. She did not notice the wolfish look on her host's face as she pulled the curtain aside and entered. He pushed his mask up again and grinned. "Soon my dear" he whispered, "very soon."

Haruhi could not help but marvel at the luxery of the bed chamber. Against one wall was a grand bookshelf, filled to capacity with many volumes of text. she glanced at a few titles and found that a good number of them were in foreign languages that she could not read. There was a fine Oriental rug on the floor. The soft fibers tickled Haruhi's bare feet as she walked across it to the four poster bed against the wall. Satin sheets of blood red adorned it, along with a multitude of pillows, as though the bed were made for many people to sit or sleep on. She took a moment to sit on it, it was, as expected, extremely comfy. She wagered it would comfortably sleep at least seven or eight people. In her moment of curiousity, she had almost forgotten her purpose for entering the room. "Washroom" she snapped back to her senses. She spotted a heavy wooden door to her right. Realizing this must lead to the washroom she walked over and pushed it open.

The washroom was, compared to the splendor of the other rooms she had seen so far, very simple. There was a sink, a small stall with a latrine, some bath linens, and a tub,though the tub was large enough for two to bathe in. She took one of the hand towels and washed her face. She smiled slightly at the softness of the linen. It was almost like a plush rug and Haruhi had to stop herself from wrapping a larger one around herself. She shook herself off and finished washing up. Deciding she had better return to her host and thank him, she rehung the towel and re-entered the bedroom.

When she opened the door, she was surprised to see him waiting for her. His back was turned and he had a book in his hand. Upon noticing him, she let out a small "Oh!" which caused him to turn around. He smiled at her. "Finished my dear?" He asked, closing the book and replacing it on the shelf. She nodded. "I'm sorry" she said"I didn't realize I was keeping you waiting." At this he smiled and let his slate eyes meet her chocolate ones.

"It's quite alright, I was merely enjoying a quick read." He walked to a small table and took a bottle of red wine. "I'm sure you'll have noticed by now, that I enjoy some of the finer gifts of life." He said as he poured the wine into two glasses and walked over, handing her one."Wine, delicious food, the works of renowned authors, but above all else..." he let his gaze trail from her dainty feet up her body, pausing at a few choice areas, before stopping back at her deep brown eyes,"the company of a beautiful young woman." At this comment, her cheeks flushed ever so slightly, which told him he had just taken the upper hand. "As you will also have witnessed, I am terribly alone here. I enjoy it ever so much when I have guests, particularly those who please my eyes and heart to gaze at." He took a sip of his wine and looked at her, prompting her to try it. She took a sip, not wanting to offend her benefactor. She smiled and inclined her head slightly, indicating she liked it. It was not like the wine she'd tried at her cousin's wedding, sickly sweet. Nor was it bone dry like the wine that her grandmother insisted she try when she was twelve. She had to admit, the man before her had exquisite taste in dining and decor, if not a bit extravagant.

"Please," she said taking a step towards him, "tell me your name?" He smiled and pushed the mask up the bridge of his nose once again. "People have called me many things my lady" he said taking a step towards her, closing the already shrinking gap between them. "My most common title is 'Don Juan Ouran' or 'The great lover'" Haruhi started to feel a bit dizzy from her glass of wine, at least she told herself it was the wine. She was not going to admit to anyone, esspecially herself that this stranger was making her flustered.

She set her glass down and turned back to him. "Thank you for your hospitality sir" she said "But I really do have to be heading home. My father will be worried about me." She curtseyed and went to walk away. She was stopped by a gentle hand on her arm. She lookd back at him. All her instincts told her to leave, yet still, something inside her would not let her move another inch away from him.

"Please stay" he said in a voice just above a whisper. It was not begging, not commanding, but almost an earnest pleading with her. She didn't know what she was thinking, she knew she should leave, and yet, she let him lead her over to the bed. Her heart started to race as he sat beside her, close enough that it was nearly impossible for their bodies not to touch. He removed his gloves and took a strand of her hair in his hand. "You are very different from other ladies, my dear." He said with a smirk "You feel no need to paint your delicate skin with garish tints, nor drape your limbs in gaudy jewels. And yet you seem to sparkle brighter than any other that ever crossed my vision." At this, he pushed his mask up again. "Might I be graced with the privilage of your name?" He asked softly, as one does when speaking to a lover. She swallowed and blushed slightly. No man had ever been this intimate with her before. She knew it was foolish to give him her name when he had been avoiding telling her his own all evening, yet for some reason, she found herself uttering with no thought at all "Haruhi."

He stroked her cheek and pressed his forehead to hers. "Beautiful names are for beautiful women, Haruhi. And you may be the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on." He was leaning very close to her now. When or how she had ended up laying back with him above her, she wasn't sure. But in that moment, she did not care. He gazed deep into her eyes before planting a soft, gentle kiss on her coral lips. It was short, but it still managed to leave her breathless. In a fluid motion, he had shed his vest and opened his shirt. Haruhi could not help but run a hand along his lightly sculpted torso. This made him smile again.

He then reached for the tie on the front of her bodice, but before he touched it, he looked at her to give her a chance to protest. She breathed in heavily, but stayed silent. Again, she asked herself why, again, she had no answer, save the pounding of her own heart. She gasped as she felt soft lips kissing the tops of her breasts, it seemed he had undone her top while she was thinking. He was gentle, soft, intimate, and had the air of expieriance. Within seconds, his hand had gone up her skirt and was massaging her thigh, while his other was shedding more of his own clothing.

They were both breathing heavy and heaving their chests. He moved his hand higher to remove her undergarments. When she didn't protest, he slid them off her and lightly brushed her inner thigh. She shivered from the moment of bliss and looked again into his eyes. He took her face in his hand and kissed her lips. He then positioned himself between her legs. He moved his mouth to her ear right before he entered her. "My name...is-"

"HARU-CHAN!" cried a bobbing blonde senior excitedly. "Wake up! We're about to open!" Haruhi snapped her head up from the table quickly to see Hunny dressed in a Shakespearian Romeo costume. "You have to get changed!" She looked around to see her fellow hosts already suited up. The twins dressed as Dorian Greys, Tamaki in a Casanova costume, and Mori in a Captain Morgan garb. How could she have forgotten? Last week they had voted on the them of "History's Greatest Lovers", much to her own objections. Somehow it was decided that she would be the male lead from Tristan and Isolde. She groaned as she stood up.

Tamaki bolted towards her about to encase her in a bone-crushing hug. "Haruhi, daddy wishes so much to see you as a girl! But alas, if anyone were to discover your secret, you would never be able to host again! You'd have to drop out of school! You'd struggle to put yourself through college! You might even be forced to turn to a life of-" at that, the twins tripped him. "Sorry milord, our feet slipped." said Hikaru. "Besides, Haruhi has to change" finished Kaoru. Haruhi managed to avoid Tamaki's wailing and reaching and make it to the dressing room. She quickly changed and was shocked to see someone outside the curtain. She nearly gasped. He wore a mask and a red cape. He carried a jeweled dagger and wore a smirk. "Running late Haruhi?" he asked. "Hurry up or I may have to increase your debt a bit." She let out the breath she'd been holding. "Ky-Kyouya-sempai!"

He looked at her. "Something making you flustered Haruhi?" he asked smirking. He already knew the answer, for some reason he was causing her to blush. Even so, she shook her head furiously. "Shouldn't you be getting to your customers?" he asked. She nodded and headed out. 'Of course' she thought 'how could I forget that Kyouya was picked to be Don Juan?' She sighed and went to her first customers of the day, a spectacled man pushing up his mask as he watched.

The End

What did you guys think? Let me know! Drop a review. Constructive criticism is welcome. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows and cook pizza. Also, I want to do a Dark fic. I need a villain. Let me know who you would like to see as Haruhi's stalker! Be on the lookout for a possible songfic to 'Scream' by A7X as well. That's all for now guys!

-The Last Fallen Angel