DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN OURAN OR HELL GIRL IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM

The next morning when Caitlin walked out of her house she saw Brian coming out as well.

"Hey," he said when he saw her before heading fast towards her, "I had a real fun time watching that movie with you last night.

"Yeah me too," said Caitlin blushing slightly.

"Did you want a ride to school?" asked Brian.

"Uh," said Caitlin. Before she could answer though, she was distracted with the sound of a car pulling up. Both she and Brian looked over and saw Miranda pulling up in her car. She looked over at them with a glare.

"Hello Brian," she said, "Did you want a ride to school?"

"No," said Brian.

"Are you sure?" asked Miranda.

"There's no way in hell I'm going to get into another car with you," said Brian.

"Fine," said Miranda starting up her car and speeding off.

"Don't worry about her," said Brian, "Come on let me give you a ride."

"Uh sure," said Caitlin as she followed him to his car.

At first they drove in silence. Until at one point when Brian looked over at her and smiled.

"So you're really not going with anyone to prom?" he asked.

"Uh no not at the moment," said Caitlin.

"I'm surprised," said Brian, "I would think a pretty girl like you would have landed at least one date." Caitlin blushed again deeply.

She did her best to remain calm when they finally arrived at school and everyone saw her getting out of the car with Brian. She tried to make it look like she didn't notice she was being watched when she suddenly felt Brian's arm come around her.

"Walk you to the first class?" he asked.

"Sure," said Caitlin still trying to keep her cool.

As they headed towards the front door Caitlin could see Miranda standing there with her usual group of so called friends watching her. All of them were shutting dirty looks her way.

'This is bad, this is really bad,' she thought a bit timidly. However at the same time she was more then thrilled over the idea of being so near Brian like this.

For the rest of the day anytime Caitlin saw Brian he'd wave or wink at her. Caitlin couldn't believe that such a beautiful boy was hitting on her.

Her joy however was soon interrupted when she went into the bathroom. She had just finished washing her hands when she heard the door opening and could see it was Miranda in the mirror. She did her best to remain calm as Miranda walked over to the sink near hers and took out some of her makeup.

"So Caitlin how's it going?" she asked.

"I'm fine," said Caitlin hoping Miranda didn't hear the hint of nervousness in her voice.

"So you're going to the prom with anyone?" Miranda asked.

"Uh no not that I know of," said Caitlin.

"Oh that's too bad I know how you feel," said Miranda, "I don't have a date either."

"Really you don't?" asked Caitlin.

'Maybe if you weren't so stuck up you wouldn't have such a problem,' she thought.

"I thought I was going with someone but it fell through," said Miranda, "I even got this nice dress for it. You got a dress?"

"No," said Caitlin. She decided to make Miranda think she assumed this was just a casual conversation, "I saw this really cool looking dress on TV last night called Hell Girl that was all red and black."

"Wow that sounds cool," said Miranda, "It looks like you and Brian are getting a little bit cozy huh?"

"I don't think it's like that," said Caitlin, "We're just neighbors, that's all. He and his family only lived next to mine for about a year now."

"Well you know," said Miranda, "Maybe you should keep it that way. I can't help but think that you and Brian aren't that great together. You shouldn't sell yourself short. There are plenty of other guys out there that can take you if you're willing to look hard enough."

"Sure I guess," said Caitlin.

"Well see you later," said Miranda heading out of the bathroom. Caitlin watched her walk out.

'Is she serious?' she thought, 'Is she trying to do something to really keep me away from Brian?'

When she walked out she happened to see Miranda and Brian talking.

"You should just stay away from her!" she heard Miranda say, "She's not that kind of girl!" She took off with a sneer.

"Whatever bitch," said Brian before he saw Caitlin.

"Hey how's it going?" he asked walking over to him and putting his arm around her again.

"Good," said Caitlin. The two of them walked together down the hallway. People continued to stare at the two of them. She couldn't help but feel special at the attention she was getting.

Later that day as she sat outside eating lunch she was approached by a boy from Miranda's group named Steve.

"Hey," he said sitting down across from her.

"Uh hey," said Caitlin a little bit nervous.

"So I was wondering Caitlin," said Steve, "You going with anyone to the prom?"

"No not at the moment," said Caitlin.

"Would you want to go with me?" asked Steve. Caitlin was surprised.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

"Yeah," said Steve smiling at her. Caitlin cast a glance over at the table where Miranda and the rest of her group were watching eagerly. Miranda was smiling.

'So that's it. They're probably planning some sort of trick or something,' she thought.

"Thanks but no thanks," said Caitlin.

"What?" said Steve a little bit surprised.

"No offence or anything but I don't want to go to the prom with you," said Caitlin.

"Why not?" asked Steve.

"I just don't think you and I would have a good time together that's all," said Caitlin.

"But why?" asked Steve.

"Steve what are you doing here?" asked Brian walking up to the table. Steve glared up at him.

"Do you mind? Caitlin and I are talking," he said.

"I'm done," said Caitlin.

"But Caitlin," said Steve.

"You heard her, you're done. Get out of here," said Brian practically shoving Steve away. Caitlin watched as Steve walked over towards Miranda's table. Miranda looked upset as Steve said something to her.

"Bunch of losers," said Brian sitting down in the seat across from Caitlin, "So what were you and him talking about?"

"He uh asked me if I wanted to go to the prom with him," said Caitlin timidly.

"Oh really was that it?" asked Brian, "What did you say?"

"I told no politely," said Caitlin.

"Good, you don't need to be associated with a loser like that," said Brian, "I think personally you'd be better off going with someone like me." Caitlin looked up excited.

"Are you asking me out?" she asked.

"Yeah," said Brian, "I think you and I should go to the prom together. What do you say?"

"Sounds great!" said Caitlin excited.

"Cool, I was hoping to ask you out from the start," said Brian, "I'm going to go buy the tickets then. See you later."

"Sure, see you later," said Caitlin. She was fighting the urge to jump up and scream for joy. She was actually going to the prom and with a cute guy none the less. She gathered up her books happily and headed back into the school. She stopped off by her locker to put some away and get some more out when she was surprised by Miranda.

"Please tell me Brian didn't ask you," she said.

"Yes he did," said Caitlin calmly.

"You're making a mistake!" said Miranda.'

"Why do you say that?" asked Caitlin as she tried to walk away.

"He's not what you think," said Miranda, "He's not the right guy for you."

"Oh and let me guess, he's more of the guy for you?" said Caitlin bitterly.

"I'm trying to help you," said Miranda, "you go out with him and you'll regret it."

"You can't scare me Miranda," said Caitlin, "I'm going with Brian whether you like or not!"

She quickly headed off.

"You're making a huge mistake Caitlin," Miranda called out after.

"Whatever," said Caitlin. She wasn't going to let Miranda bother her.

Later that night when she got home, she got onto her computer looking for a possibly dress for prom.

"I wonder if I can find a dress like that Hell Girl dress I saw," she said as the punched in Hell Girl into her search engine. She found a few sights with the dress, but also found something called the Hell Correspondence. She pulled up one website that claimed to have some information about it. She read it over that apparently if she were to put in a name she really wanted vengeance against at midnight that person could be taken to Hell by the actual Hell Girl.

'Whoa weird,' she thought, 'Almost wonder if it would work with Miranda.'

"Um Haruhi are you okay?" one of Haruhi's guest asked in host club. Haruhi looked up started at her table.

"Yes I'm, I'm sorry ladies. I'm not feeling too well lately I'm sorry," said Haruhi.

"Is it anything too serious?" asked another guest.

"No it just sort of makes me go into a daze every now and then. I'm sorry," said Haruhi.

"Oh no don't be sorry Haruhi,"

"It's not your fault you're not feeling well,"

"We're just happy that you've been so kind in coming in to see us still,"

"Of course," said Haruhi, "I like getting to spend time with you ladies."

"Well at least Haruhi's still able to be her natural self around the guest," said Kyoya, "That's a good thing."

"I think she's getting worse though," said Hikaru.

"Yeah ever since she was forced to wear that dress at our mom's fashion show," said Kaoru, "Man how could we have let that happen to her?"

"I'm sure it wasn't your fault fully," said Kyoya.

"Still though, look at her," said Kaoru, "How much longer is she going to keep going on with like?"

"Haruhi what's wrong?" they herd one of her guests ask. They all looked over and saw Haruhi holding her head looking upset.

"I'm not sure," she said as she stood up, "I'll be right back. I'm just going out to get some air."

"Haruhi," said Tamaki jumping up from his guests as he saw Haruhi heading towards the door.

"I'm fine really," she said, "I just need some air."

Haruhi hurried down the hallway trying to clear her head.

"Go away, stop it will please!" she muttered.

"It can't be stopped,"

Haruhi looked up and saw the three minions of the Hell Girl standing in front of her.

"We have a new job to do," said the old man as he threw his scarf around his neck.

"Haruhi wait!" Tamaki shouted running after her. He ran through the door and was surprised to not find Haruhi anywhere.

"Haruhi?" he said, "Haruhi where did you go?"

"Tamaki is everything alright?" asked Kyoya following after him.

"Haruhi's gone again!" said Tamaki.

Haruhi opened her eyes and saw she was now in a person's room. She looked around and saw a small American flag on a bookcase.

'Am I in America?' she thought.

"Who are you?" asked someone. Haruhi looked over and saw a girl sitting at her desk.

"You summoned me," she said, "My name is Haruhi."

"So are you like seriously the Hell Girl?" asked the girl.

"Yes," said Haruhi. She looked down and saw she had the straw doll in her hand, "This is for you. If you truly desire vengeance untie the red thread of this doll's neck. Untying it will bind you into a convent for me and I will ferry the soul of your tormentor away to Hell."

"Really it's that easy?" asked the girl.

"But you got to know, if you do this when you die you'll have to pay for this by also being taken to hell," said Haruhi.

"I will?" asked the girl now looking a bit unsure.

"It's a decision only you can make," said Haruhi as she disappeared. Next thing she knew she was in the hallway to Ouran again.

"Did I really just do all of that?" she asked herself, "Was I really there?"

"Haruhi here you are!" said Tamaki running over to her, "Where were you?!"

"In America," said Haruhi, "Telling a girl what she has to do in order to send someone she doesn't like to hell."