First off, thanks for being here. The simple fact that a reader opened this with the intention of reading this is a great reward for me.

This is my first attempt at a fic for the Ouran section. I must say that the idea for this fanfic wasn't one hundred percent mine.. At the end of chapter 23 in the manga, Bisco Hitori made a mini-chapter (just 4 images) about Tamaki and Haruhi. Tamaki was a detective, and Haruhi was a fairy. He had had a very tiring day, and couldn't find a solution for a case. Haruhi (Pipe Fairy in the story) brought his a few books which could help him from the Realm of the Fairies, but since they were so small, Tamaki had to read them with a magnifying glass. It was so funny! The cover for the chapter was also Pipe Fairy and Detective Tamaki. I loved the idea of Tamaki and a fairy so I decided to write this. In this story, Tamaki isn't a detective though. He is a student at Ouran High, and belongs to the Host Club along with the twins, Kyoya, Mori and Honey (Haruhi isn't in the story yet).

Many, many thanks to my beta-reader, , who has helped me in the hard task of revising and correcting all the chapters. Really, thank you.

Now, onto the fic. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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This is a story.

The story of a world.

A simple, empty world.

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"Tamaki-senpai…" A soft, feminine voice caught his attention.

He turned his head slightly to glance at the girl sitting next to him in the swing besides his. She was rocking forward and back slightly, her short legs barely reaching the ground. He wasn't much taller, but at least he reached the sandy floor with his toes. He smiled, trying to make the yound damsel feel at ease.

"What is it, Haruhi?"

The girl seemed to meditate for a moment, and then fixed her gaze on him and bluntly asked.

"What do you think happiness is?"

Her unexpected question nearly threw Tamaki off. He couldn't understand what had come over Haruhi, but tried to answer her all the same.

"I believe... happiness is being with the people you love... seeing them smile and live happily, day after day. That brings you happiness, doesn't it?"

Haruhi gave him a soft smile, letting him know she took his words to heart.

"Yes… it does."

They sat in silence for a moment. The only sound they could hear was the slight creaking sound caused by the breeze moving the swings they sat on. A butterfly flew by, being immediately carried away by the light breeze.

"Tamaki-senpai… I think I'm happy right here, now."

He smiled genuinely.

"Me too."

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Tamaki Suou never was never one to believe in magic. He could be described as innocently childish, what with his moronic acting and tendencies. Maybe a little supersitious, but, hey, you would be too after enduring a curse from Nekozawa. And, sure, spells and like rituals weren't completely beyond his realm of belief. But he would never delude himself into thinking the existence of magical creatures to be true. Really, who would ever expect to see a flying unicorn? Or a singing mermaid? No, there would be no second guessing it. It was impossible.

Completely absolute in his mind set, nothing could have prepared Tamaki for the surprise that awaited him when he returned home from school one day.

The day had been completely tiring for Tamaki. He had taken two exams, but there hadn't been any problems for him with those. After all, he was one of the most brilliant students in Japan, and he knew.

No, the problems came after school.

His own club had been the reason for his exhaustion. As usual, Kyouya had "accidentally" forgotten a tropical tourist guide on Tamaki's desk, so their theme for the day had ended up being Hawaii. So Tamaki made everyone wear funny grass skirts, colorful lei necklaces and weird sandals. The whole room had been decorated with palm trees, imported directly from the islands, to give off a tropical vibe. And coconut juice (first-quality, of course) was served to their guests instead of the usual tea. All the customers were ecstatically happy upon seeing the hosts in such a colorful and exotic scenario.

Despite the perfect costumes and meticulous decorations, the Host Club members had been especially uncooperative. Kyoya had outright refused to wear the lei necklace (he said something about his "manly pride" and "family honor," which Tamaki hadn't ever heard about), the twins had argued over who looked better in the Hawaiin outfit (there wasn't any point in arguing, since they looked exactly the same), even Honey had pouted, asking if he could wear something a bit warmer (it was winter, after all, and dressing up with barely a skirt was kind of sadistic). Mori had silently being pressuring Tamaki with his glare to give into Honey's proposal.

Tamaki had been extremely cheerful and energetic, trying to solve all the problems. But after a while his optimism dried up and even he had ended up being tired. Which was quite an achievement, considering how hyperactive he always seemed to be. Winter wasn't his favorite seaon, after all.

And so, arriving back at the Suou's second mansion, he decided to rest. He took an exceedingly long and relaxing bath, being sure to use the finest sponge and most expensive and refreshing soap. He put some scented salts in the water, allowing his tired muscles to relax, and then he did something that he hadn't done in quite a while.

He asked for his dinner to be brought up to his room.

It was no big deal, anyway. It wasn't as if somebody actually had dinner with him. It even made chills run up and down his spine having to eat supper all alone in the enormous dining room. Sitting in such an empty room gave him the feeling that someone was spying on him. Sonetimes, he could even imagine being in a haunted house. Yet he forced himself to, just in case someone did in fact show up. Perhaps, his father. Or even his grandmother, though he knew that was totally improbable. If he had taken dinner in his room, it would be considered an insult. Only peasants did such outrageous things. Rich people never allowed themselves to do so. If his grandmother knew, he would be disowned in less than a second.

But this day, he knew no one would come, just as it was everyday. He also knew the mansion staff was very discreet when it came to Tamaki's love for peasant tendencies, as they could understand their young master had such tendencies after living his whole life surrounded by nothing more than luxuries. After all, they were all peasants and they understood how Tamaki was fascinated with everything about them: their costumes, their ways of living, their homes… so they'd protect this little secret of his. He was sure. So, exhausted as he was, Tamaki decided to eat in his room. He owned a large desk that he could sit at, it was nearly big enough for five people to dine on.

As soon as he was finished cleansing himself, he stepped out of the bath. With a towel hung around his body, Tamaki sauntered off to his room. But he was abruptly haulted when he came, literally, face to face with a shock.

The first thing that came to mind was a dream. That's it, he was dreaming. But he was dripping with water, and the chill that ran down his spine told him he was indeed awake. Maybe he was hallucinating? That had to be it. Because what he was seeing was impossible.

A fairy was in his room, floating in midair. A fairy! And she was looking at him square in the eye, just an inch in front of his nose.

It couldn't be real. Unbelievable. His mind was obviously playing tricks on him. Because fairies didn't exist. Never have, never will. And that's it. Tamaki began questioning his sanity when the dream, hallucination, or whatever it was, began speaking to him.

"Hello, there! My name is Kasuga Akiyo, and starting today, I'm in charge of taking care of you!" She upbeatly informed him in her naturally high-pitched voice.

After hearing her statement, a weird sensation overcame Tamaki. He didn't know why, but he felt like he was about to burst into laughter and into tears at the same time.

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Love,

COC