Hey guys! Sorry it's been a bit but I'm working as hard as I can on the stories I have and I have a few new Ouran ones up my sleeves coming soon, but I'm only allowing myself to post them once they're completely finished or when I finish some of the twelve stories I have in progress and this one seems to be my easiest one to update so enjoy the chapter which centers around New Year's.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran Host Club which belongs to Bisco Hatori and Funimation

Summary: Similar to Beauty and the Beast but with a different twist to the tale. Tamaki Suoh is the prince of the school and president of the newly formed Host Club. To Nekozawa he seems nothing more than a player toying with girls' hearts and places a curse on him. Now Tamaki has to make his 116th guest his bride.


"Do we really have to wear this?" Haruhi grumbled from behind a curtain. The other hosts stood around outside and waiting for her to come out.

"We don't have to wear it Haruhi." Kyoya corrected, adjusting his glasses. "You have to match our cosplay so that's why you have to."

All the boys were dressed in tuxedos that coordinated into their own style. The sun was setting off in the distance with the dark crawling its way up to the sky.

"I don't think it's safe for me to wear this. What if my secret gets out?"

"After we spent so much time spreading rumors of you being a cross dresser, no one will question you." Hikaru grinned.

"What if I really want to be a cross dresser and wear something like you guys?"

"We only brought you that to wear." Kaoru smirked. "And your uniform is soaked."

"You ruined my uniform?!"

"Just come on out Haru-chan!" Hunny encouraged as he stepped closer to the changing stall she was in.

"It looks ridiculous."

"Come now Haruhi! You're wasting time and acting very immature." Tamaki said turning his face away

"Like you're one to talk, you always throw a tantrum." The twins said in unison.

"Fine," Haruhi groaned in defeat and pulled the curtain aside. Hunny's smile grew in awe while Kyoya and Mori kept themselves in character and gave encouraging smiles. Hikaru was frozen, his eyes running over Haruhi's attire and a blush began heating his face up slightly. Kaoru glanced at his brother momentarily with a little concern and curiosity before looking back at Haruhi with a happy smile.

"You look great Haruhi." He complimented.

Tamaki finally turned to look at her and froze. Haruhi was staring at her feet not knowing the impression she was leaving on the boys. She was dressed in a floor length gown that was a rose bud pink with the back being specially designed to puff out more. Now instead of her short hair, Haruhi wore a wig that curled into ringlets to frame her face while the back matched the way her hair used to be once it was long and straight.

Tamaki's legs began to buckle under him and required him to need to grip the wall for support to prevent himself from falling. She's an angel! So pure and sweet and innocent!

"What are we supposed to be re-enacting?" Haruhi asked lifting a gloved hand to brush her bangs aside.

"I believe a scene from one of the King's favorite movies." Kyoya answered coolly.

"The Phantom of the Opera!" Tamaki squeaked. "It was written by a French writer, Gaston Leroux and was developed into a musical that the Americans made into a movie. So we shall be dressed for a masquerade, and you Haruhi are wearing a dress similar to the movie's design."

"It's not entirely alike because of the collar." Kaoru explained, walking over and tracing a hand around the fabric that was raised higher to the nape of her neck as to not expose anything to indicate her breasts. Though to Tamaki even that wasn't enough. A part of him only wanted to take a picture of Haruhi and then shove her back into boy's clothes. Along with the girls of the school, the New Year's party would be attended by some boys with no other plan but just came for the party.

"This really is a bit much though." Haruhi muttered, lifting the skirt of the dress to examine.

"None the less, you have to wear it." Kyoya pointed out and glanced at his watch. "By now they'll be wondering where we are." He glanced over at Tamaki with the glare of the light reflecting on his glasses and nodded to the blonde. Tamaki coughed and felt his cheeks heat up. Since he was still on the attempt to woo Haruhi, he was going to be her escort in hopes that on the dance floor he would be able to prove himself worthy of her affections.

"Let's go Haruhi." Another voice intersected. Hikaru held out his arm to the brunette but didn't directly meet her gaze. The tension in the air was stiff, considering the other six were confused of Hikaru's sudden actions and Haruhi only blinked at him with a confused gaze. "You're dressed as a lady aren't you?! You should have someone walk you in; it'll make a better impression on the girls."

Haruhi hesitantly raised her gloved arm and linked it through his offered one, unsure of what to say. Once she took his arm, Hikaru refused to meet anyone else's gaze including his brother's and lead Haruhi away out of the club room.

"What's up with Hika-chan?" Hunny asked watching the twin with worried eyes.

"I don't believe anyone here knows." Kyoya answered the upperclassman and then turned to look at Tamaki who was frozen. "But I have a feeling that it'll be something against our plans."

Plan? Kaoru asked himself looking at Kyoya and Tamaki and back to the door. Hikaru…what's happened to you?


"Oh my gosh! Do you see Haruhi!?" One of the many girls squealed. All of the guests were below the seven members of the Host Club who were standing around on either side of the double staircase with Tamaki standing up at the top with a white mask placed over his face.

"He's dressed as a girl and still looks so cute! Oh…I STILL LOVE YOU HARUHI!" Another girl screamed, though when Tamaki only raised his hand they all quieted down.

"The Host Club would like to welcome you here tonight and thank you for wanting to spend your New Year's night with us." He smirked sending many girls toppling over in a faint.

"Please ladies enjoy yourselves, as we all are at your service to entertain and dance with you." Kyoya announced as the lights were lit and illuminated the dance floor. The girls went on shouting the names of the hosts in order to captivate their attention, while only a few girls reached the hosts first in order to be their dance partners for the first song.

Haruhi slowly walked down the steps, feeling a little annoyed by the many stares she was receiving. Once she reached the dance floor her initial plan was to wait around until she was swarmed with many girls.

"Oh Haruhi that dress looks darling on you!" One cooed.

"We don't mind if you're a cross dresser, in fact it fulfills some of our sweet fantasies." Another sighed dreamily placing her hands to her cheeks. Most of the guests were dressed similar to Haruhi, wearing elegant ball dresses while if any boys came were dressed in suits or tuxedo's of sorts.

"Fantasies?" Haruhi repeated, a small sweat drop appearing on her head only imagining what the girls meant.

"Why yes!" A girl said, while the others around her nodded vigorously. "The Host Club likes to cosplay a lot but alas…" All of their heads dropped with disappointment.

"They don't cross dress." One finished.

"So you mean to tell me that you've always wanted to see the Host club cross dress?"

"It's been a dream I've had to see one of them do since I started going to the Host Club!" A girl sobbed.

"And that's why we're so happy that you're true to who you are!" They all joined in unison. Haruhi's face was just shocked and wondering if the girls surrounding her had mental problems.

"Well then if you excuse me, I thin-"

"Wait Haruhi! Won't you dance with me?!" A girl asked grabbing hold of her arm.

"Please dance with me next!"

"Oh and me!"

There was a small panic around Haruhi, wanting to escape the girls but instead was forced on the dance floor with them.

"This is great." Kaoru chuckled as he and Hikaru stood by a pillar in the room watching with amused expressions. "It's just as we planned Hikaru, the girl's love Haruhi, especially when he's cross dressing."

"Yeah," Hikaru said with a sigh looking away. "It was a real good idea."

Kaoru looked at his brother with a small curiosity as he stepped in front of his brother's gaze on Haruhi.

"You're different Hikaru, what's going on?"

"Nothing," Hikaru huffed brushing him away. Before Kaoru could reach out for his brother a girl approached him with a gleeful smile.

"Will you dance with me Hikaru?" Glancing back at his twin, Hikaru turned back to the girl with a smile. "Of course, Kyoya-senpai did say we were here to serve you, although Kaoru will miss me if I'm gone too long." The girl squealed as she joined Hikaru in a quick pace dance.

Kaoru knew that with Hikaru pulling the caring brother card meant that he wasn't too upset with Kaoru. Though the nicer twin knew to not make a fuss in public but still felt concern for his brother with whom he had always been close to.

Tamaki was currently dancing with a girl that was a frequent guest for him, although he still had to shoot occasional glances to Haruhi who was having a line of guests wanting to dance with the assumed cross dresser.

"Are you worried about Haruhi?" His partner asked following his gaze. Shaking his head out of distraction, Tamaki looked down with his charming gaze making the girl blush.

"I only want to make sure he's alright, he does seem stressed with so many girls giving him so much attention."

"Really? Haruhi doesn't like it? I was going to ask him to dance eventually to." The girl said with disappointment.

"Now I'm sure he wouldn't mind the charm of a girl like you as his dance partner, I know I certainly don't." He murmured causing the girl to squeal and fall out of his hand hold.

Tamaki chuckled and still walked off to the side where Kyoya had decided to take a moment to rest and add up the wages they were making with the tickets they sold for the event.

"Are the fireworks set up for midnight?" Tamaki asked with a huff.

"Yes, all taken care of." Kyoya answered looking up at his best friend with a smirk playing across his lips. "It's bothering you isn't it?"

"What?" The blonde asked a little harshly but still kept watching Haruhi constantly switching out of dance partners.

"You're bothered with Haruhi having so much attention with what she's wearing."

"It's a little troubling considering those girls are swooned by a girl herself." Tamaki whispered as to not let anyone else hear.

"Yes, but about Hikaru earlier. What he's doing may be troublesome with your plans in order to save your soul."

"I guess…but it feels like something else." Tamaki sighed. "Although it's a relief that her only dance partners are girls, so at least it's not male attention she's receiving."

"I wouldn't be too sure of that now." Kyoya said raising his pen to point over at the girl who had someone bowing in front of her. Tamaki looked over with a crazed expression where it couldn't be denied that Haruhi's dance partner was for sure a man. Moving through the crowd he headed towards them, leaving Kyoya with an amused smile.

"Well this is becoming more interesting if he's starting to have feelings."

Tamaki tried to politely excuse himself for stepping in front of the girls until he reached the dance floor. Reaching for Haruhi's partner's shoulder he shot Haruhi a reassuring smile.

"May I cut in?" There was a chuckle from the figure he was grasping.

"Well Mr. Suoh it has been a while." A familiar voice said that Tamaki recognized when the figure turned to him with only a skeleton mask covering his face down to his mouth.

"You!" Tamaki hissed and instead of stepping in to dance with Haruhi, he pulled the figure off onto the balcony. "I believe you weren't invited Nekozawa."

"I had a ticket bought for me so all is fair." He chuckled turning to look off to the grounds of Ouran academy. "But have no fear, I won't stay long. I just wanted to pass on a message."

"Then pass it on to me and leave my…friend out if it." Tamaki said coldly.

"Well it's more of a reminder. After all it's almost midnight."

"You came to tell me what time it is." Nekozawa 'tsked' and walked closer to the blonde.

"A reminder of this." He hissed pulling up the sleeve that hid Tamaki's mark. "You met your 'bride' around the beginning of the school year right? Well then just a small and friendly reminder; you only have less than a year to actually win her heart. Tell me, have you actually achieved in trying at all?"

"Not exactly," Tamaki said stiffly while Nekozawa chuckled.

"How amusing it is to watch you. I can see now that I came, you have come to the realization that my curse was true." Nekozawa turned to the clock tower and smirked. "I believe you have a minute before your main attraction and then only less than a year with your sanity. Farewell Suoh." He said and with a sweep of his cloak, he disappeared off the balcony.

"Ladies if you please would either step outside or rather look out the windows, the Host Club put together a small surprise together for you." Kyoya's voice announced. Tamaki looked up to the large clock tower and there was a countdown coming from inside.

"Five…four…three…two…one!" Lights erupted from the grounds below and fireworks formed in the sky in the shapes of spirals and even some specially designed to shape into hearts or roses.

Less than a year. Tamaki repeated in his mind and shivered slightly from the cool breeze.

"You're going to catch a cold Senpai." A familiar voice said behind him when he felt something hit the back of his head. Pulling something off his shoulder he realized it was his cloak he came in earlier, though once he started dancing he eventually discarded it and his mask. Turning around a smile formed on his lips seeing Haruhi walk up beside him and look up at the sky. How am I supposed to get her to love me? I can't even get her to take me seriously.

"Happy New Year Senpai." She smiled.

"Happy New Year Haruhi." He muttered softly, only wanting to hug her although couldn't with all the girls behind him watching.

A New Year means a new chance and a fresh start. He thought looking up at the sky. And with this new start I will try to win Haruhi because now…He turned and looked at the twins gazing up at the sky. Someone else was out for her.

The end until after the New Year. Now I'm posting this story up early because since January is the first month of the year I'm going to start something called one-shot month where I write as many one shot stories I can do. Most of them are Ouran related but there might be others in-between. Would you like some examples?

Potions on Ouran Are Not Allowed- 4 shots of four different scenarios when potions are taken by Haruhi. Including love, truth, sleep, and even a potion taken by Tamaki based from Bisco Hatori's Love Egoist

Phantom of Ouran- The drama club needs help and asks the Host Club to be the main stars of the main production of Phantom of the Opera though serious events occur when you actually put a love triangle as the three leads. CRAZY TAMAKI!

L-O-V-E- After their time in Boston, Haruhi and Tamaki return to Japan and have a small quarrel, saying things they didn't mean. Although a familiar song outside her apartment reminds Haruhi of a night they spent in America.

Stages of life- a few big events that these two love birds go through together.

Well the first two I've started on and hope to finish so have a Happy New Year readers! Next chapter will center around Valentine's Day! Please Review!