OOOO starting chapter 1! Wow this is actually really exciting!

If I owned Ouran…you'd know but alas I do not so I am obligated to say I do not own Ouran! I only have rights to Kazumi

"But Haruhi you promised!" Kazumi wailed as Haruhi flipped through her book. Haruhi let out an almost distressed sounding moan as she slammed the book closed and looked down at her raven haired friend.

"Listen I'm sorry but you know that I don't do well with crowds" she huffed "let alone pompous pop stars." Kazumi puffed her cheeks and furrowed her brows.

"Hikaru Hitatchiin is not just a pompous pop star" she stated "He has the voice of a god" her eyes lit up along with her words. The brunette rolled her eyes at her love struck companion. Haruhi had never been one for popular music or mainstream fads. To the normal human being, she was a flat out hipster but to herself, she thought of it more as a "the trends are stupid so I won't follow". Haruhi glanced down at Kazumi, who sat by Haruhi's bean bag chair hugging her knees into her chest clutching tickets in her hand. She won them over a radio contest. The 17 year old could remember driving as Kazumi tapped away at her phone, trying so hard to be the 10th caller. Her screams as she won nearly restarted Haruhi's heart that day. She remembered Kazumi begging at her feet to go with her, which pissed her right off considering Kazumi knew how much she despised Hikaru Hitachiin. His voice was nails on a chalkboard to her ears. His hair…what the hell was up with it? He was natively Japanese right? She loathed the singer deeply. To make Kazumi happy, Haruhi had told her green eyed friend yes.

"I know I said yes but honestly, I would die there. Listening to his screechy music would only worsen my mood." She stood, walking towards the book shelf "I don't understand why you idolize him, you and the rest of those fans." Haruhi could hear shuffling behind her, followed by a pillow swatting her softly on the back of the head.

"Shut up, you're going with me" Kazumi pouted "Think of it as an early birthday present" Haruhi turned sharply to face her

"Your birthday isn't for another 8 months! But fine…this means I don't have to get you a present though"

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Hikaru glared into the mirror of his small dressing room. He had sworn he had demanded a bigger room. He stared at his reflection with disgust. His face was covered forehead to chin with makeup. He then poked at his punctured ears, hitting the golden earrings in the process. Looking down at his ridiculous silver, sparkly spandex jumpsuit, he nearly wept. He looked like a joke.

"I'm done with this…" he muttered to himself. He was taken from his thoughts when he heard a small tap on the door. He slammed his hands on the dressing room counter "What?!" he yelled. In popped a young man who worked backstage. He carried a bedazzled microphone in his sweaty left palm and with fear struck eyes, he spoke softly.

"M-Mr. Hitachiin s-sir…um it's time. Y-you're on" he managed to squeak out. Hikaru murmured curses under his breath before storming out; pushing passed the man and snatching his microphone in the process. He marched backstage. Upon entry, stage hands left and right grabbed at him; fixing his costume, attaching his ear piece and whatnot as his manager yapped his ear off about how Hikaru was a star and how he should make the stage his and do whatever he wants up there. If he did whatever he wanted at that point, he would have flipped the stage hands as well as his manager off, stormed out of the stadium and never look back. But of course, his contract bound him to Tatsumo Music Industries. He just nodded and listened to his manager go on and on until the stage hands led him up to stage.

"Show time…" he whispered to himself.

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Kazumi gripped Haruhi's hand as she led her through the crowd to the front of the stage. Haruhi gulped, she didn't like being this close. More importantly, she didn't like the crowd. The girls were too loud for her liking. She wasn't used to this. She felt faint as she looked at the screaming fans around her.

"Haruhi?" Kazumi snapped her fingers in front of the brunette. Haruhi shook her head, looking over at Kazumi.

"I-I'm sorry Kaz but I have to get out of here" she yelled over the crowd as she turned to leave. She had only taken a step before the screams had heightened in sound. She turned around, noticing the stage light up and the band start to play. Running on stage was a ginger….not just any ginger…Hikaru…she gritted her teeth just looking at the boy. At that moment, the boy looked in her direction.

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Hikaru was frozen in time. His heart was pumping fast, his palms sweating. This brown eyed beauty, who was she? Her messy pixie cut, her big doe eyes, innocent expression. She was quite the interesting thing to look at. Hikaru gulped before shaking his head and running to the front of the stage

"Ladies~!" he sang out "Oh how I've missed you lovely things" the crowed went mental. The screams poured into Hikaru's ears. He cringed slightly, his Barbie fake smile still plastered on his smug face. As he began his concert, he kept stealing glances from the petite brunette in the front row. He was confused, why did she look so uninterested? She looked so, sour so, angry. Every time he looked, her expression was still the same; angry yet innocent. It was…cute. Hikaru smiled as he examined her small little face before going off stage to change costumes.

"Kazayo" Hikaru barked to for his manager. Kazayo sped up towards him. "Give the dyke looking brunette in the front row this" he said picking up a backstage pass from the backstage table. Kazayo looked at him dumbfounded.

"Alright…" he nodded before running into the crowd. The ginger smirked as he ran back on stage to finish the show.

It's time to place a name to your sweet little face, sweetheart.

AHHHH I've been getting so distracted with vocaloid shit tonight! Well, here's chapter 1! Ah so much fun to write w anywho, I shall continue tomorrow~

Reviews make me smile but please no flames n constructive criticism would be nice~