Note from the Author: Yeah, it's short, but it's just a prologue, so what can one expect? And I know, I know, I already wrote a long Host Club fanfic, but I thought this one would be amusing. It takes place all the way back when Tamaki and Haruhi and all those little bundles of joy (with the exception of Mori and Hunny) weren't yet in high school. Just remember for your upcoming reading; Haruhismart. She got a scholarship to an intense, rich, whatever school, so she's gotta be, right? Oh well, like it even really matters...Anyway, yeah, you can assume this is kind of an "alternate universe" story, but everything's the same, just...different. I'm doing a horrible job at explaining this. Just read and enjoy! :)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters, no matter how much I may want to.

"No," Kyouya said for what he hoped would be the last time, but knowing Tamaki, there was just no way…

"Please? I'm begging you…" Tamaki repeated slowly, being sure he said every word right. It had only been a few weeks since he had arrived in Japan and the last thing he wanted was to sound like an idiot in front of his best friend in the whole wide world. Especially when he really needed someone to help him.

"No, I don't have time," Kyouya harshly finished, closing his notebook and standing up by his desk, "If you really need help with your Japanese, higher a tutor. That shouldn't be too difficult a task for you." Tamaki watched his friend leave the classroom, tired of the same words being said over and over again since the bell had rung almost half an hour ago.

Tamaki slumped over in his chair and pouted for a moment. His sudden move to France had happened too fast. It's not like he was ungrateful or anything- he wanted his mom to get better, and it was a privilege to be there with his father, even if he was only allowed in the second mansion. But despite all that, he wished he would have had a little more time to practice his language skills before coming. He knew enough to get by, but not nearly enough to say everything he wanted to say.

"Mon dieu," he sighed, tipping his head back to look at the ceiling. It would be months until he would become fluent. Tamaki knew he had to learn faster than that. This couldn't be a natural thing.

He stood up, packing up his school things in the process. Maybe Kyouya was right. Maybe he should just go find a tutor…as unappealing as that sounded. Not to mention somewhat degrading. Oh well…as long as his tutor wasn't evil and would keep the yelling to a minimum, Tamaki was sure it would turn out all right in the end.

Haruhi took in a deep breath. She held the few papers in her arms, worried out of no where her dad would show up and see what was printed on them.

He would be so furious if he found out…

Haruhi tossed her long brown hair out of the way of her face and back over her shoulder as she walked down the empty streets. She stopped at a street light and looked around before holding one of the papers around its cylindrical surface and taping it in place. Someone would find it…they just had to. She walked a few more blocks, her heart pounding a little harder.

What if he just happened by this way and saw it? Haruhi thought in worry. There was no way her dad was even close to being off work, but she couldn't help but feel that guilt buried inside of her. She was so busy worrying, she hardly noticed a paper falling from her loose hold and gracefully tumbling to the ground. It skidded across the cement, before being gently blown away by a faint gust of wind.

Haruhi stopped at another light and taped the second flier up. This time she paused to read the words, wondering if it sounded good enough to be noticed.

Tutor!

High school and below

Available 4-8 all week

4.0 GPA Student

Will help with any subject

Issue of money to be discussed with tutor

In small print at the bottom was her phone number and home address. She sighed. It was a very unappealing poster, but if she could help at least one person, she was bound to make just a little extra money.

Her dad would never admit it, but they did need financial help. And Haruhi was only asking for enough to buy the groceries herself, so her dad could worry about paying for the apartment. Just until they had enough to really stand on their feet.

Yeah… Haruhi assured herself, It won't be for very long…

A few blocks away, a rather bothered teenager was walking himself home, as unusual as it was for him. He was staring down at his feet when he noticed it- a piece of paper. Its corners were being lifted by no more than a centimeter by the almost non-existent breeze, but wouldn't turn over. He bent down to pick it up and turn it over. The words on the paper…

"C'est…" he began, but he couldn't finish. He had found exactly what he had been looking for- all in one day.

It was too good to be true.