Ok, this is my first Ouran Host Club fan fiction piece, I hope it is decent enough for you guys, I kinda just unconsciously wrote the first chapter and put a title on it then submitted it. if anyone knows about my Loveless fan fictions, I hope that you understand that this story will probably not be of the same caliber as those stories. Sorry, but please enjoy!

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Chapter One: The Golden Tickets

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This is a story about an ordinary girl named, Haruhi Fujioka. She was not faster, nor stronger…but certainly more clever then other teenagers. The Fujioka family was not rich, or powerful, or well-connected, in fact, they barely had enough to eat. Haruhi Fujioka was the luckiest girl in the entire world…she just didn't know it yet.

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Dear people of the world,

I, Tamaki Suoh, have decided to allow five children to visit my factory this year. These lucky five will be shown around personally by me, and will learn all the secrets and the magic of my factory.

Five golden tickets have been hidden underneath the ordinary wrapping paper of five ordinary Suoh bars. These five candy bars may be anywhere—in any store in any street, in any town, in any country in the world.

In addition, one of these children shall receive a special prize beyond anything you can ever imagine.

The posting of that message led the world into a frenzy that Haruhi couldn't believe was occurring over a chocolate factory of all things. But, the promise of a special prize was a bit enticing, even to her. She was curious about what it could be, but her curiosity was fleeting, she had tests to study for and homework to finish before she worried about chocolate factories or candy-making secrets.

"Oh, Haruhi!"

The girl paused in mid sentence, her pencil poised on the paper as she braced herself.

Arms wrapped around her tightly and she caught the strong scent of her father's perfume as he clung to her tightly. "Wouldn't it be something to open a bar of candy and find a golden ticket inside!" he exclaimed, tears streaming down his cheeks, "I can see it now, you standing in front of the factory gates and blotting out all the others with your radiant cuteness!"

"I'm not interested." She said, finishing the last paragraph of her Japanese essay. "The chances of either of us finding these tickets are 6.5 million to five, the percentage of that—"

Ranka clapped a hand over his daughter's mouth, blocking out the numbers that were about to fly.

"We have just as much of a chance of finding one of those tickets as anyone!" he exclaimed with determination, "That settles it! I'm going to the store right now and buying as many candy bars as I can find!"

"We'll only be able to afford two, considering you ordered out last night with your paycheck." Haruhi said flatly, driving a verbal knife into her father's back. "Besides, Dad, I don't see why you are thrilled about this contest, you have always hated Tamaki Suoh."

Ranka laughed, "Of course I do! But his candy makes up for my deeply rooted hatred of the boy himself." He said shrugging his shoulders as he spun around. "I'm going to re-apply some of my make-up and then I'll be going to the store!"

Haruhi was obviously not going to get through to her dad when it came to this contest. Even as she looked at the television, the screen was still broadcasting the news of the search for the five golden tickets. A balding man was reporting the pandemonium that broke out in a Japanese convenience store when the clerk had announced that they were out of the chocolate in demand. In America, a man had sealed up his gas station and was shooting at the feet of anyone who tried to get at his single box of Suoh chocolate.

The television was revealing a report on a heist from a candy store when it was interrupted by another news bulletin. This time, the banner at the bottom of the screen revealed that one of the tickets had been found.

"Here we are with Mitsukuni Haninozuka, the first winner of one of the five golden tickets distributed by Tamaki Suoh." A woman said, waving aside a few photographers so that she could get to the boy seated at a long table, his hands reaching for a plate of cake with strawberries circling around the top. His eyes were wide and greedy but his smile was like that of a child's. In fact, Haruhi wondered if he was an actual child…

"Mitsukuni-kun, how did you find the golden ticket?" the reported asked, pushing the microphone up close to his face.

"Um…let's see…" he looked up at the ceiling, still clutching a fork in his hand as the plate of cake was rested before him. "Ah! I was given a lot of chocolate! I ate it all, it was really tasty! But while I was eating I noticed that one tasted funny, it didn't taste like chocolate, or coconut, or walnut, or peanut butter, or nougat, or butter brittle, or caramel, or sprinkles…so I looked…and I found a golden ticket!"

"How did you celebrate this discovery, Mitsukuni-kun?"

"I had cake! Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, WAI!"

With that comment, he stabbed a strawberry and Haruhi changed the channel.

"One down." She muttered.

Ranka leaned against the door frame, peering in on his daughter as he tied back his hair loosely. His expression turned a bit more serious as he watched the new channel.

"Now that they've found one…things will really get crazy…"

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"Which one of you found the ticket?"

"We both did."

"But…how is that possible?"

Two red-headed teenagers stood, their arms linked together and rather devious looking grins on their faces as they looked at the cameras. One of them leaned towards the video camera closest to him and squinted at the lens that was staring them down.

"Which one is Hikaru Hitachiin and which one is Kaoru Hitachiin?" a journalist asked out of view of the camera.

The twins grinned devilishly and they both leaned forward as if one was leaning in front of a mirror that was positioned to their sides. They extended an index finger on both sides and chimed together, "That is something that only we know unless someone can beat our game!"

"A game, why a game? Why can't you just tell us which one opened the chocolate?"

"Because we both opened it at the same time!" they said together.

"Well then, what game are you suggesting we play in order to find out which is which?"

"Dochita Hikaru-kun de shoka GAME!" they chimed.

Haruhi switched off the television, dropping the remote and picking up her pencil, copying down the mathematical problem down into her notebook and ignoring the now audible whining coming from her father. Ranka had confined himself to a corner, prodding pitifully at the opened candy bars that lay brown and ordinary on their shredded wrappers on the floor.

"I think that they were worse then the first winner." Haruhi murmured to herself, "They are twins, but they are still two different people. It's not fair that both of them are going to the factory."

"Hm?" Ranka peered into the living room and Haruhi slumped over her work, hoping that he didn't hear her but it was obvious that he did since he was soon standing in her presence, touching his chin, "What's this? Are you showing interest in the contest, Haruhi?"

"No." she said flatly, "I only believe that Suoh-san will not allow them both to enter."

The feminine father hung his head.

"My daughter has no heart…"

"Don't say lies to yourself."

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Things seemed to only be getting more and more hectic in the outside world, people were rabid over any chocolate bar made by the Suoh Company and it didn't look like it would end until the very last ticket was found.

Well, the world may have been in an uproar, but inside of the Fujioka apartment…things had died down considerably since Ranka had collapsed on his bed after a long night at work. As he slept sprawled on the mattress, Haruhi slipped into his room, carefully pulling a blanket from the okama's closet and spreading it over him.

Haruhi may have been blunt and serious…but she was not heartless as her father had claimed she was. She untied the ribbon that Ranka had wrapped about his hair and rest it upon the table, smiling a little at him as he murmured something and turned over, a rolled up paper that had been clutched in his hand, flopped onto the floor.

Peering down at the paper, Haruhi stooped and picked it up, uncurling it to see that her father's last lines of text before his passing out, had been the announcement that the third golden ticket had been found by a teenager named Takashi Morinozuka.

The article revealed that he was closely associated with the first finder of the golden ticket and that his determination to stay close to him was what made him find the third ticket. Of course, Haruhi had a feeling that the writer of the article had romanticized the teen's true motives for finding the ticket, but perhaps he was somehow related to Haninozuka.

Resting the paper on the nightstand, the brilliant student silently crept out of the room, almost out the door when she heard her father's voice rise from the darkness. This was his true voice, not the fake one that he used all the time when he was in his "Ranka" form, but this was Ryoji, her father when he was still a man.

"Haruhi…Daddy just wants you to enjoy something outside of academics…" he murmured, "You're still…just a child…"

Sixteen hardly ranked her as a child, but for some reason, the words made Haruhi wonder if she really should attempt to find one of the golden tickets…for her dad's sake…and maybe her own.

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"…a warehouse containing a new shipment of Suoh candy was set ablaze—Wait, this just in! The fourth golden ticket has been found by a boy called Kyouya Ohtori."

Ranka groaned, slumping back on the floor and Haruhi peered up at the television to see a teenager, who was hardly a boy, sitting at a laptop computer, typing away at something as reporters tried to interview him but they seemed to be keeping their distance compared to the others that had swamped the other winners.

Without even looking up from whatever he was typing down, Ohtori answered the questions thrown at him.

"All that was required, was tracking down the manufacturing dates offset by weather and the derivative of the Nikkei Index." He said, pausing in his typing and pushing his glassed up the bridge of his nose, the camera flashes illuminating the lenses periodically as he continued, "In the end, it was only necessary to purchase one candy bar."

"And how did it taste?"

He peered up at the cameras and smirked, "I wouldn't know. I hate sweets."

At that moment, Haruhi had to restrain Ranka from trashing their only television, hanging onto him tightly as he pitched a fit, shouting curses at the handsome yet ungrateful teenager displayed on the screen. It took a while for her to calm him down enough to release him and relax back on the floor, covering her eyes with her arm.

She held it there a moment as her father ranted and raved, his voice hardly reaching her as she moved her arm up to her forehead and stared up at the ceiling.

Maybe we are finally seeing the end of this chaos at last…

But even as she thought about it, the fact that only one ticket was left made her a little upset…it would have been nice to see just what the mechanics of a chocolate factory were…

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Snow had started to fall that morning, Haruhi wasn't sure why her dad had sent her out shopping in a skirt, but her legs were trembling in spite of the tights that he had provided her with and wouldn't let her leave without until she had them on. Her hands may have been gloved but she cupped them over her mouth, breathing against them as the most recent news flash ran through her mind fleetingly.

The media has claimed that the fifth ticket had been found, this time it was by someone in Russia but originally born in Japan…Umehito Nekozawa if she remembered correctly.

And that was it; the turmoil had died away as suddenly as a candle being blown out. All that there was left now were crumpled up advertisements for Suoh candy and trashcans full of newspapers that told another version of the same story of Nekozawa.

The streets were now back to their normal population and Haruhi could see their footprints criss-crossing in the snow. There were so many of them…all varying in sizes and different patterns from different soles were left in the trampled powder. Among these footprints was something that looked oddly enough like a yen piece.

Stooping down, she picked it up and turned it over in her hand, calculating the amount with the small number of coins she had in her pocket before she peered up at the supermarket that she was about to enter.

Well…since all of the uproar is over-with, I guess I could try some of that chocolate. People wouldn't have been so excited about it if it wasn't any good, right? Normally, Haruhi preferred candy-sized sugarless snacks but once in a while she would have something to satiate her small sugar tooth. Now felt like a good time to do it, and what better then to try a new kind of candy? Well…at least it would have been new to her.

Entering the store, Haruhi gathered the necessary items that were requested by her father before she had been shoved out the door, her eyes occasionally checking the list as she wondered down the aisles to make sure she had everything that she needed to get.

It was only when she reached the check-out that she noticed the candy on display. There were tempting kinds to any who wanted something sweet for themselves, but Haruhi found herself reaching for one of the Suoh bars resting in a cardboard display. There weren't many left after all, so why not take one off of their hands? She hardly ever bought candy for herself anyway, one candy bar wouldn't hurt.

Stepping up and beginning to unload her basket onto the conveyer belt for the cashier to price up for her, Haruhi noticed that there were a few housewives clustered together, murmuring over a magazine that one was holding in her hands. She could only make out a few of their comments.

"The nerve of that boy! Does he have any idea of how many people he had fooled with his fake ticket?"

"I thought that such an upper-class person would have known better."

"Those rich bastards…"

"Mina-san!"

"Oh, I'm sorry…"

Haruhi arched an eyebrow.

The ticket was a fake? Who in their right mind would want to make a fake golden ticket? Was visiting a chocolate factory all that important? It wasn't to her. She had seen the light at the end of the tunnel at last but now it was shrinking back to a speck as the single remaining ticket spiraled through her mind. She groaned, hardly noticing that she paid the clerk already and was hauling her groceries out the door.

"It's just a ticket." She murmured, "There's no reason for someone to be so excited about it."

Wondering up the sidewalk, she paused as she felt someone's eyes on her.

Turning around, she saw Ranka unsuccessivly hiding behind a mailbox.

"Dad?"

"O-Oh! Hi Haruhi! I was just wondering if you wanted any help carrying the groceries on your way home!"

"Then why didn't you come with me in the first place?" she asked, glaring.

"Um…well I couldn't find my coat to follow you! You wouldn't want your Daddy to catch a cold now, would you?"

Haruhi watched him warily for a moment, but after a while, she smiled at him.

"You're so weird."

"So, what's this?" Ranka asked, pulling out the chocolate bar from one of the bags, "I didn't know I put candy on the list."

"It was kind of a spontaneous buy." She said, handing one of the bags over to her father but he took them both, handing her the chocolate bar.

"Go ahead and have some now. Suoh chocolate is yummy…but the maker is a real jerk." Ranka was now fuming with thoughts of the candy maker.

Sighing, the teenager unwrapped the chocolate and broke a piece off but as she did so, she felt something smooth and cold on her fingers. It was probably foil that she had neglected to peel away, nothing more. But if that was true…why was she so scared to look down and see for herself? Did she see her father's reaction to what it was? The brilliant student couldn't even move her head.

After what felt like an eternity, Haruhi finally began to lower her eyes and she swallowed as she spotted the bent golden shimmer beneath the broken chocolate. The piece dislodged from the bar fell to the ground as she pinched the ticket and pulled it out of the wrapper, staring at it blankly.

"H-Haruhi! You found it!" her father screamed, dropping the grocery sacks and throwing his arms around her.

I…found it?

She tilted her head back to the sky, barely feeling her father's glomp.

WHY ME!

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A/N:

I love Ouran Host Club, especially Kyouya...mmmm...

Anyway! I hope this chapter was decent enough. You may have caught on that this relies heavily upon the Tim Burton version of the movie rather then Dahl's book or Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Both amazing, I'm sure. I also rely heavily upon the Anime version of Ouran Host Club since my only source of manga never gets the first volume of anything. They only get random copies like four or six. Grrr...

Ok, please review and let me know if this is any good or if I should just let it stay in my personal stash of fan fics. Bye, bye!