Z.R. Stein

The Ouran Plan – An Ouran High School Host Club/Sekirei crossover AU.

I do not own the characters to either series.

So holy SHIT!

Life got busy on me. I've been working most days on staining, painting, and just generally fixing up my parents shop. Plus it's my little brother's birthday really soon and I have a paper that I took an incomplete to…just…hectic.

Also any time I could have spent writing I was being a lazy bum on Minecraft. Shoot me.

Additionally, I still haven't quite finished the FMA/AoT crossover. It's been going through the grinder and I still haven't quite nailed it down.

As always, a review/comment/follow/favourite would be greatly appreciated. Seriously. Especially the review. Be the first to review some of my shit.

Anywho, onwards and upwards to the top!


Haruhi grunted as she lifted the cardboard box filled with books. In the adjoining room, Tamaki was happily humming to himself as he folded her clothes and stacked them neatly in a brown, decrepit suitcase.

It's nice to do something normal. I've been needing some normal.

Haruhi turned her head slightly to look at her Sekirei, his long legs splayed on the floor. He was wearing a deep, forest green yukata today, with a pattern of russet pine needles; Kotoko seemed to enjoy having someone she could dress up (evidently, Umehito did not enjoy such attention).

It was nice of him to help me pack up my stuff from my old apartment. I should thank him for coming.

"Hello?"

Haruhi turned her head at the sound; she saw a young man framed in the doorway with short brown hair and a yellow hoodie on.

"Aria! What are you doing here?"

Her old friend held up a bulging bag and shook it.

"Clothes. Remember? You asked me for clothes. Are you moving out?"

Haruhi nodded while she stood up. She dusted herself off and smoothed down her decidedly non-descript and gender neutral jacket (Kotoko and Tamaki had tried to ply her with a yukata, though she refused the garment; it really wasn't her style).

"Yeah. I found a new place to stay. It's more affordable, and the landlady is really nice. So umm…thanks for coming by."

Aria laughed and scratched the back of his neck.

"Hey, Haruhi?"

"Yeah?"

"Who's that guy who's been glaring at me this whole time?"

Haruhi blinked and glanced to the side. Tamaki was kneeling by the open door, half of his face visible. He was staring with no small amount of hospitality at Aria, his lips pulled into a pout.

What the hell is he acting like that for?

"Oh, this is the person I wanted you to bring clothes for. Aria, this is Tamaki. Tamaki, Aria."

Aria waved awkwardly at Tamaki before backing up in surprise as Tamaki jumped out from behind the door. He struck a pose and waved his finger at Aria; Haruhi heard the winds pick up outside as cherry blossoms blew through the air.

I suppose that answers my question from before. Maybe he can control the weather with that pose or something…I mean it's no less crazy than anything else he's done so far.

"Who are you to my Haruhi exactly!"

Haruhi's eye twitched.

His Haruhi? Woah, back up there senpai, we never agreed to anything like that. Technically you're my Sekirei, not the other way around.

Aria looked to be at a loss for words. After a few seconds though, he laughed awkwardly and said "I'm just a friend of Haruhi's. We went to middle school together. How about you, how do you know her?"

Tamaki humphed and crossed his arms.

"I happen to be Haruhi's very special person, her Sek-"

Tamaki found that he couldn't speak as Haruhi had a hand wrapped around his mouth. She gave Aria a flat smile while she wrenched Tamaki's head down to whisper in his ear.

"Remember what the President of OBI told us, you idiot!?"

Tamaki suddenly realized his blunder and nodded, his face flushed with embarrassment.

At this rate I'm going to get a permanent tic. Doesn't he think before he talks? Fucking hell senpai. How can you forget a warning like 'I have a private army of over a thousand officers' or whatever the shit it was.

"Oh, so you're Haruhi's boyfriend! Haruhi, why didn't you tell me?"

Haruhi whipped around.

"He's not my boyfriend!"

Tamaki, meanwhile, had little dancing hearts in his eyes and was wiggling around, gleefully whispering the word 'boyfriend' over and over, a goofy smile plastered on his ridiculously pretty face. He stopped when Haruhi smacked the back of his head.

"Alright, whatever you say Haruhi. I'll just leave you two alone then, I don't want to intrude on anything…important."

"He's not my boyfriend!"

Aria just smiled and left, raising a hand in a goodbye gesture.

"Email me your new address, I'll come by some time, ok?"

Haruhi managed to get out an exasperated 'yeah' before Aria vanished from sight. She glared daggers at Tamaki, who was currently whispering a little monologue to himself.

"I know how you must feel, Haruhi. Trapped in this cruel game, we cannot acknowledge our love for one another publicly. It saddens me that we must keep on living this lie, but we must until I reach the higher sky with you. Then we can be together fore-"

Haruhi smacked Tamaki on the back of the head again, hoping he didn't notice the bright red shade of her ears.

Idiot…stop spouting romantic crap like that.

"Come on…let's finish packing."

. . .

Haruhi felt a drop of sweat roll down her face as she looked at Tamaki; he had somehow managed to fit everything she owned into a gigantic tablecloth and had picked up the entire thing and lifted it onto his back.

"Wow…I didn't know you were so strong, Tamaki."

Tamaki laughed, giving Haruhi his best 'handsome prince' smile.

"Oh, I'm a athletic type Sekirei, so this is nothing for me. So, shall we go to Maison Izumo, my princess?"

Haruhi gave a nod of affirmation and fell into step beside Tamaki.

Athletic type? Does that mean-?

"Hey Tamaki? Does that mean Hikaru and Kaoru are lightning types?"

Tamaki nodded, the mountain of stuff on his back jangling from the movement. Haruhi winced slightly, hoping he didn't break anything.

"Do you really think it's a good idea to be living in the same house as them? They did try to kill us."

Tamaki frowned, his lips pulled down, and said "Well…I think we can trust Kotoko. Plus, they did say they aren't interested in us anymore, right?"

"Yeah, they said that. Oh…umm…and there was something else. When it was raining last night and we were in the park before that…jump…you were saying something. Right before you jumped. I was wondering, what was that about, senpai?"

Tamaki scrunched up his face, thinking.

"Mmmm…oh, you mean the incantation?"

Incantation?

"It's a phrase that Sekirei use before we go full power. Every Sekirei has their own unique chant that gives them power when they need it."

Haruhi's eyebrows raised slightly, but she continued to walk on without comment after that.

As time goes on, I'm learning more and more about Sekirei. They're so interesting. Don't you think so, Mom?

. . .

"Ah, there the two of you are! Come in, come in, I was waiting for you!"

Kotoko stood outside of Maison Izumo, shepherding the two of them inside.

"I cleaned your new room while you were out. Room 202 is now officially yours."

Haruhi walked into the room and nodded.

"Thank you very much, Miss Asama. I'm in your debt."

Kotoko grinned good naturedly.

"I do hope you'll be comfortable here, Miss Fujioka. And you too, Tamaki."

Kotoko covered her mouth with her hand as she saw Tamaki. Haruhi felt her eye twitching again.

"Harrruuuuuhhhiiiii…..I think I'm stuck."

Tamaki, the sum total of Haruhi's possessions on his back, had wedged himself in the doorframe solidly.

"Harrruuuhhhiiii….heeeelllllppp meeee!"

That…IDIOT!

Kotoko giggled at Tamaki, then grabbed a hold of one of his arms.

"Would you mind helping me, Haruhi?"

After nearly ten minutes of pulling, Tamaki popped out of the doorway, the gigantic boulder of stuff on his back coming with him. Haruhi leaned down on her knees to catch her breath while Kotoko extracted Tamaki from under the pile.

"You're so strong Tamaki! Not many people could carry a bundle that large."

Tamaki flashed a dazzling smile.

"Of course I'm strong! I'm an athletic type Sekirei!"

Haruhi's eyes widened.

Oh shit! Did he forget already!

Kotoko, however, didn't seem to question Tamaki's odd statement, simply giggling behind her hand.

"What a funny person you are, Tamaki. You remind me of an old friend of mine."

Kotoko turned to go, her hands clasped in front of her.

"Don't forget, dinner is at 5. Come downstairs when the two of you are settled in, I want to get to know my new tenants some more."

As she walked away, Haruhi let out a relieved sigh and collapsed to the floor.

"Ehhe…eh…sorry about that Haruhi."

Haruhi let one baleful eye drift over Tamaki before sitting up again with a groan.

"Tamaki, it's confidential, alright? You can't go spouting off like that, we could get into major trouble! So please don't say stuff like 'athletic type' or 'Sekirei' around other people."

Tamaki nodded, chastised, before he seized Haruhi's hand.

"Everything's going to be ok Haruhi, you'll see. With you by my side, we can reach the higher sky above! I swear it on my honour that I will do that for my Ashikabi, to protect you until that day!"

Haruhi felt a blush creeping into her cheeks, but the romantic mood was ruined not a second later by a loud growl coming from Tamaki's stomach.

So much for that moment.

Tamaki looked embarrassed while Haruhi just shook her head at her Sekirei.

"Come on senpai, let's unpack everything and go down with Kotoko."

Tamaki nodded, overcoming his embarrassment quickly. He untied the bundle and began going through Haruhi's things, carefully checking to see if everything was undamaged.

"Tamaki?"

Midway through checking Haruhi's computer, Tamaki looked up to see an apprehensive Haruhi.

"Hmmm?"

"I uh…thanks. For helping. And…stuff. I know I get mad at you sometimes when you're being an idiot…but umm…I'm kinda new to this whole Ashikabi thing…but…you know…you are my Sekirei so-"

Haruhi's awkward speech was cut short as she felt Tamaki's arms around her. After a moment, she melted into it, enjoying the sensation.

He may be an idiot, but he can be really sweet as well.

. . .

In the adjoining room sat a young, slender man with raven black hair and glasses. The dark room was illuminated only by the light of well over a dozen computer screens. He examined one of them; on the screen was a real time image of Room 202, where Haruhi and Tamaki could be seen hugging.

The youth snorted, his lips curling into a somewhat unsettling smile.

"Sekirei number 88 and his Ashikabi are in room 202, I see. Well then. Isn't this an interesting development?"

Kyouya pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and began plotting; after all, the Shadow King needed a hobby to keep him occupied. He was looking forwards to having quite a bit of fun with this Haruhi Fujioka.

. . .

In the entryway of Maison Izumo, Umehito was putting on his shoes. He had a briefcase by his side, and was wearing a dark navy suit.

Kotoko approached behind him and said "Oh, you're leaving already."

"I was called in early today."

Kotoko sighed and pulled Umehito's coat off of the wall rack, handing it to him.

"Mmm…and here I made dinner for you."

Umehito smiled gently at Kotoko, accepting the coat.

"I'm sorry. I'll eat it when I get back." Umehito leaned down and kissed Kotoko's hand before turning and leaving. Kotoko turned back to see Haruhi and Tamaki staring with confused expressions on their faces.

"Oh, Umehito works at a host club. He does that sometimes."

Haruhi frowned.

A host club, huh? Sounds ridiculous.

Tamaki, however, had shining eyes.

"A host club! Oh, how exciting! I think I would like to be part of a host club one day! I'll be the number one host in the club…the King of the host club!"

As he spoke, cherry blossoms flew past his face, swirling in the air. Kotoko realized she had left the door open and shut it, cutting off the gust of wind and causing the cherry petals to fall to the floor.

Eh…I'm used to it by now.

"Haruhi, do you want to be a host as well! You should join me, just two beautiful young men hosting beautiful young ladies!"

"Actually senpai, I'm a girl. You already know that."

Tamaki however didn't seem to notice, wrapped up as he was in another monologue. Haruhi rolled her eyes while Kotoko giggled.

"Dinner will be ready soon, so why don't the two of you take a bath?"

Haruhi turned bright crimson as she misinterpreted the words.

The two of us? Like, together?

Images of Tamaki's luscious, bare skin leapt into her mind, his legs splayed wide open and-

Haruhi shook her head violently,

Don't think about that! Come on Haruhi, you're not a pervert, pull your mind out of the gutter!

Tamaki, blissfully ignorant of Haruhi's hot and bothered state, skipped to the bath room, while Haruhi followed Kotoko into the kitchen, pouting.

. . .

Tamaki dipped a toe into the bath, drawing it out quickly at the heat.

"Yaouch…ahhh! Well…there's only one thing to do!"

Steeling himself, Tamaki dunked his entire body into the steaming spruce lined tub. He shot up not a split second later, screaming.

"Is now a bad time?"

Tamaki's screaming cut off in an instant as he heard the voice. Standing in the doorway of the bathroom were Hikaru and Kaoru, both wearing nothing but a towel around their waists.

"Oh…not really. I was just getting used to the water."

Hikaru laughed at that while Kaoru rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'idiot'. Both then turned to Tamaki, gesturing towards the bath and speaking in unison.

"Do you mind if we join you? We'd like to have our bath now."

Tamaki blinked a few times before shrugging.

"Sure. Will one of you wash my back?"

Hikaru and Kaoru glanced at each other, shrugged, and both got in. Kaoru coughed, looking at Tamaki awkwardly while Hikaru started lathering up a brush to wash his back.

"So…about a few days ago. When we were chasing you and…you know…trying to kill you."

Tamaki looked back.

"Huh?"

Kaoru coughed again, arms crossed.

"Listen…since we're going to be living together and all…we're in Room 203 by the way…we jut wanted to clear the air with you."

Tamaki looked thoughtful.

"Clear the air?"

. . .

Outside in the yard of Maison Izumo, Haruhi was sitting next to the pool, drawing patterns in the water with her fingers. Kotoko had told her to go take her bath, but Tamaki wasn't done yet, it seemed. She leaned back and looked at the sky.

It's crazy to think how we fell all the way from up there. It was so lucky that this pool was here, I'm not sure we could have survived otherwise. Well, that, and Tamaki is a Sekirei. My amazing Sekirei.

A small smile appeared on Haruhi's face as the thought crossed her mind. Looking down, the smile vanished from her face as she saw a small, pink, stuffed bunny rabbit floating in the water.

What the hell is that doing there? Did someone from the house lose it?

Reaching down, Haruhi snagged the bunny out of the pool.

"Help me!"

Startled, Haruhi looked up. A young boy kneeled beside her, crying. He had blonde hair and absurdly large, shiny eyes. He was wearing a rumpled school uniform, and he looked to be translucent.

A ghost? Why is he glowing pink?

"Uh…what's wrong? Who are you?"

The boy reached out towards the bunny in Haruhi's hands.

"I-I miss U-Usa-chan! Please h-help m-m-me!"

Usa-chan? Is this bunny Usa-chan?

Haruhi blinked and the boy disappeared.

What? Where'd he go!?

The sound of breaking glass caught Haruhi's attention. Looking up, she saw the twins (once again wearing nothing but towels) vaulting out of the second story window where the baths were located. They landed next to Haruhi, not taking any notice of her incredulous expression.

Why does this crazy shit keep on happening!?

The twins turned to Haruhi and latched themselves onto her, their bare chests rubbing on her face. Haruhi was frozen in place, her mind still trying to catch up with what was happening.

"OI! YOU TWO! GET YOUR SHADY HANDS OFF OF MY HARUHI!"

Haruhi looked up in time to see a mostly nude Tamaki leap out of the window. He landed a few meters away from the three of them and pointed a shaky finger at the twins.

"As her Sekirei, I forbid you to touch her!"

Hikaru started shouting back at Tamaki as Haruhi's mind clicked by absently.

"You're the crazed idiot who challenged us to a fight! When I said clear the air I didn't mean 'let's settle which of us is stronger'! What the hell are you thinking!"

Tamaki, however, didn't seem to be paying attention, and was working himself into a berserk frenzy. Veins popping out of his forehead, he held up a fist and clenched his leg muscles, ready to leap into action.

He would have, if Kotoko hadn't appeared in front of him, a kitchen ladle in her hand and a demonic, fake smile on her face.

"Tamaki-san…please explain why you're running around in such a state of undress."

All the blood drained from the young man's face as he was faced with the unsettling woman. Hikaru sniggered, his chest still rubbing against Haruhi. Kotoko shot a look at him that froze him instantly.

"Now…I don't want to know the reason fro all of this, but let me assure you; violence is not allowed here at Maison Izumo. Is that clear, you three?"

The three Sekirei nodded mechanically, while Haruhi blinked, finally out of her stupor.

Kotoko turned to go, waving her ladle.

"Dinner is ready, anyways. Get some clothes on and come inside."

Tamaki and the twins looked at each other with dread filled eyes.

"S-scary."

. . .

The top of the Casanova building. A young man stood on the roof, shoulder length, cherry red hair blowing in the wind. Frowning, he looked out over the city in the direction of the Arboretum.

"I feel a disquieting aura from that place. Evil intent lurks within those trees."

"Indeed. I'm surprised you could sense it, Kasanoda."

The young man turned around, his frown deepening.

"Nekozawa. Anything ya want in particular, punk?"

Nekozawa said nothing, his black cloak swirling around him in the evening wind.

Kasanoda growled low in his throat, his eyebrows arching.

"Ya wanna settle this once and for all, punk? Let's find out which of us is stronger, right here, right now."

Nekozawa tilted his head to the side.

"I'm very busy, my apologies. Now, I really must be going…"

Nekozawa backed away into a shadow as Kasanoda charged. He disappeared in an instant, leaving the redhead on the roof alone.

"Tch. Fuckin' Mysterio over here ran away."

Kasanoda heard a voice echo past, almost too faint to hear.

"You should find yourself a master."

Kasanoda gritted his teeth annoyed at the cloaked man having the last word.

"An Ashikabi? Those lowlifes don't want someone like me, ya coward. Next time though…you will be mine."

. . .

Haruhi found herself in a forest filled with pink blossoms. They floated past, ethereal, and graceful, before landing somewhere beyond her vision. She had a vague sense that she was dreaming. She heard crying and looked up to see a boy sitting on a tarnished bench next to one of the trees.

It's that kid from earlier!

"H-hello? Are you alright?"

The boy looked up, sniffling.

"I miss Usa-chan! Where's Usa-chan!"

Haruhi sat down beside the boy, thinking of ways to comfort him.

"Is Usa-chan a pink bunny rabbit?"

The boy looked at her with wide eyes full of hope.

"Yes! Have you seen him!"

Haruhi nodded.

"What's your name?"

"Mitskuni. But everyone calls me Honey."

Haruhi smiled.

"Honey? That's a pretty name."

Honey sniffed, his legs drawn up to his chest.

"I'm Haruhi. Did you lose Usa-chan?"

The boy nodded, eyes threatening to tear up again.

"I-I was just playing outside when I dropped him. I d-don't remember where….I was so s-scared! I love Usa-chan!"

Honey began to float away. Some part of Haruhi's mind realized that she was coming out of the dream. As she felt her consciousness slip back into reality, she reached out a hand to Honey.

"Help me, Haru-chan! Please!"

Haruhi woke up with a start and sat up.

"Haruhi?"

Haruhi looked over to see Tamaki sitting up on his futon with a concerned expression on his face.

"Is something wrong?"


Aaaaaaand scene! Well, that was fun.

I'm thinking that 3-4 thousand words is a good length for me to write at. It only takes a couple of hours, which means I can upload the same day that I write it. Since this is my first fic, I don't feel overly pressured to write great big long chapters.

As way of explanation, yes, the twins are a sort of combination role of Uzume and the lightning twins. Also, for those of you who don't know, in the Ouran series, Kotoko is Haruhi's mother. What she is in this series…well, you'll have to see won't you (huehuehue).

Again, a review would be much appreciated. I want one, at least, come on dudes.