Disclaimer: If I owned this, do you think I would be spending my time writing fanfiction on it? Really, now. The only people I own are...well, people who you don't recognize from the manga or anime, and I think you'll be able to tell. They have rather pitiful parts in the story.

Now then, i'm a critic by nature. I say good things to writers, I say horrible things to writers, and I say random things to writers. I already know i'm horrible with ending sentences with a preposition, and I find it difficult to stay on the correct path and tend to ramble on about meaningless things.

I will not always stay with the character limitations.

I'm warning you,

Kyoya is a perverted lecher on the inside, and i'm just itching to bring that side of him out. Believe me, this is no fairy tale, so if you like stories by the book,

you might just find yourself in tears.

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Haruhi X Kyoya

Prelude:

It was chilly outside, a light wind nipping her exposed ears and sending a slight shiver down her spine. It matched how she felt beneath her battered and blood stained coat and ruined track shoes.

"I can make it… I can…I just have to…keep…going…"

She pressed a hand to her side, trying to swallow back the bile and blood that came burning up her throat.

"HARUHI!"

She turned, and she could no longer hold on. Her vision began to dim, and the drumming in her ears sounded strangely like feet pounding on the concrete. If she gave in, she knew she'd loose everything she'd come so far to save.

Beginning:

Feeling the beginning of a headache coming on, she opened the bottle of aspirin she kept in her bag and downed them with a swig of water. Classes now were at their hardest, the teachers pressing the students in their final year to prepare them for the bright future their parents money had in store for them. Or, at least, for most of them. Haruhi had to earn her living, first with a scholarship to attend the most prestigious school in Japan, and then devoting her life and her nose to the books that would get her into college.

Ouran was an amazing school, and she was thankful for being able to attend it; the school itself had changed her life, but it was the people in it who made her every day life a literal fantasy world. She never thought she'd be paying off debts she incurred from breaking a prized vase by dressing up as a man and entertaining ladies. She never thought she'd be so good at decieving people, either. Apparently she was a natural.

Haruhi couldn't help but smile, though, as she thought of all of the friends she'd made over the years.

It'd been two years since Hunni-senpai and Mori-senpai graduated from Ouran, leaving to attend to their families' dojos. Last she had heard, Hunni was a dojo master, and had opened his own dojo somewhere in the west. Mori-senpai was still in college, obtaining his masters in business so that he could take over the families business and allow Hunni-senpai to run his dojo in peace.

Tamaki-senpai and Kyoya-senpai had graduated last year, and the Host Club was left to Hikaru, Kaoru and Haruhi, who were given the responsibility of watching over the new Host Club members to take their place. Now, their clients were more numerous than ever and business was booming.

Haruhi had hoped that with the graduation of the president and vice president, she would finally be done repaying her debt. Kyoya, however, stated otherwise. She still had two million left before she could return to her womanhood and leave the Host Club.

Now, she was the President of the Host Club, and was left to manage everything and everyone, which stressed her to no end with the amount of studying she was left to do.

As she reminisced about her old friends and wondered what they were all up to, a knock on her door nearly startled her.

"Haruhi, sweetie, it's nearly midnight. Don't you think you should get some rest?"

Her father asked her, concerned. Stifling a yawn, she looked to see that her father was still in his work uniform from the bar.

"I could say the same to you. Did you just get in?"

Ranka smiled slightly, leaning on the door frame.

"Yes, we were packed tonight, so I stayed late for some overtime. Ever since Yuhara's place closed, we've been busier than ever."

Haruhi nodded, closing her book and placing her papers under it. Her essay could wait until tomorrow.

"Alright, I made some Yakizakana; there were fresh fish at the market today, so I thought you'd like some."

Ranka smiled, and came to place a kiss atop Haruhi's head. She knew he'd been working hard, and she always made him some of his favorite dishes when she wanted to do something to show her appreciation.

"Arigato, Haruhi. I'll have some as soon as you're all tucked in and off to sleep," he joked. She rolled her eyes playfully at his jest, and got up to nestle her self in between her sheets.

"Night dad."

" Goodnight, Haruhi. Sleep well."

Turning off the light and closing her door, Ranka decided he'd tell her about the letter tomorrow.

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This was sixteen pages long, delving right into the story plot, but I wanted to just leave you with a sample of how my story is going to begin.

I will be publishing the first chapter soon after this goes out,

and I LOVE constructive criticism,

so give me your best, loves, I really do appreciate a good critic. Sarcasm is a must.

Sincerely yours,

Caitlin.