Author's Note: Hello peoples. I know that Naruto and Ouran High School Host Club have two very different target audiences, so not many of my usual readers will care for this one. Still, I like Ouran, and when inspiration struck who was I to say no? So, here it is, my very first Ouran High School Host Club Fanfiction! I messed with Haruhi's character a bit, and of course I made the entire Host Club legally blind, but there you go. I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1: Tamaki

You will be my wings,

You will be my only love

You will take me far beyond the stars.

She twirled around the gazebo, singing softly to herself. The swish of the white dress, plain as it was, made her feel flighty and rather feminine, though she rarely put stock in such things. The fake ponytail in her hair tickled her shoulders as she swayed.

You will be my wings,

You will take me high above,

Everything we're dreaming of will soon by ours.

She giggled, again something she rarely did. Suddenly she began to understand why her dad dressed this way, and why he'd given her the dress she now wore. It was fun.

Anything that we desire

Anything at all

Everyday you'll take me higher . . .

She trailed off here. She was standing at the edge of the raised floor of the gazebo, on her tiptoes with both arms wrapped around herself tightly as she stared, or had been staring, dreamily off into the clear blue sky. The sound of her own voice had startled her into realizing just how loudly she had been singing.

"And I'll never let you fall?"

Haruhi Fujioka jumped. She spun around, eyes searching frantically for the source of the familiar voice, but then immediately they shot to the floor as she put up a hand to shield her face.

"Is that the next line, Princess?" murmured Tamaki Suoh softly. He stepped fully under the shade of the gazebo's roof, looking curiously at the girl before him. "What's the matter?" he asked, his voice the same melodic simper he used on the girl at the Host Club.

Haruhi's heart hammered. She knew her face must be bright red, and she refused to look Tamaki in the eye. What if he recognized her? Oh god, if he found out she was a girl, maybe he wouldn't let her be a host anymore! She'd have to pay off her debt working as the club's dog again, and who knew how long that would take! She pressed her lips together to try and force down a whimper, almost squeaking with fright.

Why, why had she decided to try on this dress at school!

"Tamaki-senpai!" she forced out, more to stop herself from hyperventilating through her nose than anything else. "I didn't . . . what are you doing here?"

"I was drawn by the voice of an angel," he replied calmly, and she could practically see his eyes misted over with charm and feigned rapture. "May I see her?"

"What?" Haruhi asked, not quite understanding the meaning behind his words.

He chuckled softly. "You, Princess," he clarified, "may I see your face? Look at me?"

"No!" she said, a little too quickly, then bit her tongue harshly. What the hell was she thinking, she had no way to explain an answer like that!

Tamaki, however, seemed to mistake her fear for shyness. "Well, if I can't see the beautiful angel, may I hear her?" he bargained playfully. "Would you finish the song, please Princess? Sing, just a little more?"

Haruhi bit her lip, thinking. If she sang a bit more, she might distract him from asking why she wouldn't show her face. She turned her back to him, straightening and looking out over the green lawn beside the school. Swaying slightly, she began again.

Anything that we desire

Anything at all

Everyday you'll take me higher

And you'll never let me fall.

She began to twirl some, her confidence returning as she sang sweet and strong. It helped to calm the frantic racing of her heart, and she felt as though she was regaining some control. She dared to spin a little closer to Tamaki.

You will be my wings

Leave behind the world I know

For another world of wondrous things

We'll see the universe

And dance on Saturn's rings

I'll fly with thee, and . . .

"and I will be your wings."

If Haruhi had thought her face had been red before, it was positively scarlet now. Her heart had picked up its slowed pace again, this time twice as fast as before, and she felt that she couldn't breath.

As she'd spun closer and closer to Tamaki he had apparently taken advantage of her absentmindedness. She'd dropped her guard, and almost immediately he'd grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her tightly into his arms. She stared at his chest, not daring to look him in the eye, as terror gripped her tightly. This was it. It was all over. He'd recognize her instantly and then she'd go back to being his little errand piglet.

She shut her eyes tightly, willing him not to . . .

"There Princess, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Haruhi's eyes snapped open and she stared at his chest in front of her face, blinking in confusion. Did he not recognize her? Did he really not see that it was her?

Tamaki brushed one knuckle lightly against her hair, making her heart jump at the simple touch, and she finally looked up into his face. His eyes widened somewhat, and for a moment something flashed within them that Haruhi couldn't quite catch. Then his expression melted back to the usual one of pure, shameless seduction.

"Such loveliness," he sighed, as though entranced by the sight of her, "such perfection should not be hidden my dear. How could you think to hide this from me, when I am but the humble servant of girls of such beauty?"

Whatever small degree of his usual spell had settled over Haruhi evaporated instantly. Of course, she thought bitterly, eyes drifting dejectedly off to one side. To Tamaki she was just another pretty face. Another girl for him to woo for his own amusement, and make swoon to feed his ego.

Tamaki Suoh was a prince. He was raised to be charming, not sincere.

No wonder he didn't recognize her.

By her expression Tamaki seemed to gather that he'd done something wrong. "What's wrong now Princess?" he asked worriedly, searching the girl's face for some hint as to how he'd offended her. "I'm sorry if I presumed to steal a look at you, but I simply had to see your face. Would I ask too much, now, to have your name?"

"You don't know?" Haruhi asked, still incredulous that he didn't recognize her at all. All these past few weeks, hell just yesterday, he'd been raving about how adorable she was as a boy. Did the dress and the ponytail really make her look that different?

Tamaki blinked, confused. "Should I?" he asked.

"Well . . ." Haruhi trailed off. She wasn't about to draw attention to her real identity, but she couldn't believe he really didn't recognize her at all, at least that she looked familiar.

Tamaki's eyes widened, and for a moment Haruhi's heart stopped, thinking he'd remembered her face at last. However, in the next moment he released her shoulders and grasped both her hands instead, bringing them in front of him and looking imploringly into her eyes.

"Oh Princess forgive me!" he cried, looking positively anguished. "Is that it! Have we met before? Are you upset because I don't remember you?"

Suddenly his look softened into one of genuine confusion. "But . . . I'm sure I've never seen you before today, how could I forget such beautiful eyes?"

"Um," Haruhi said dumbly, not really sure how to respond.

Luckily she was quite literally saved by the bell. The great, deep bell in the clock tower boomed out over the grounds, signaling that they had fifteen minutes before break was over.

Tamaki looked down at her, his eyes still deeply pained. "I guess this means our brief meeting is over, Princess," he sighed, "but I can't simply leave you after such an injury. Meet me here again, this time tomorrow?"

"I can't," said Haruhi automatically, desperate to escape before her true identity was revealed. She tried to pull away, but Tamaki held fast to her hands, pulling her back against his chest.

"I'm afraid I simply can't accept that answer," he said, just as desperately. "I cannot leave a young lady so grievously offended with no chance to make it up to her. I won't let you leave until you promise to meet me here again!"

"Fine, fine," Haruhi conceded, tugging at Tamaki's death grip, "I promise. Just let go, I have to get to class!"

"Of course, Princess," Tamaki replied, releasing her hands at once. "Until tomorrow then, my lovely, lovely angel."

Haruhi turned and bolted from the gazebo, running as fast as she could across the green lawn and inside the school building, not stopping until she reached the bathroom where she'd left her bag. Quickly she ran into a stall, detaching the ponytail and stripping out of the white dress, stuffing them into her bag and pulling out her boy's uniform. She fumbled putting it on, cursing slightly as the buttons evaded her shaking fingers, but at last she was dressed and running swiftly down the hall, stumbling into her next class just as the bell rang again.

-Later-

Haruhi approached the Host Club that afternoon with apprehension. Before coming she'd gone back to the bathroom she'd changed in earlier (it was by a seldom used entrance so no one ever went in any more) and looked at herself in her boy's uniform long and hard in the mirror. Did she really look that much like a boy in these clothes? She knew she was a bit flat-chested, that was something that she'd always known but had never really bothered her, but really, was all that distinguished a girl really either a skirt or breasts?

No. There was no way. Tamaki was bound to recognize her this time, and then it would really be all over. Or he would want to know why she'd been out cross-dressing, but somehow that outcome didn't seem too likely. If nothing else her breasts were still existent, though small and well confined within the tight dress shirt, and surely if he saw her in her underwear he'd realize the truth of the matter.

Still, that didn't change the fact that, if Tamaki looked into her eyes, she was in for it. She'd have to admit that she'd lied (though really they had presumed it all, she hadn't said a word) and of course there was the bit about having to pay off her debt as a dog, a task with a far less well defined end than doing so as a host.

Thankfully Tamaki had no extravagance planned for today, and so she was able to get away with sneaking off to a corner of the room without greeting him and letting him explain his latest getup. Promptly four girls gathered about her and began to simper and fuss over her, and she let herself become absorbed in the idle conversation of the Host Club girls.

Breath, she told herself, just breath. Tamaki couldn't recognize her if he didn't see her. She'd just avoid him until she'd racked up enough requests, and then get out as fast as she could.

Of course there was no way she was going to keep her promise about going to see him again. After all, it was a promise he'd forced out of her, and really, it would be good for him to not get something he wanted for a change. It was his fault she was in this mess anyway, if he hadn't practically attacked her, weeks ago on the first day of school, and forced her to back into the pedestal she wouldn't have broken the stupid vase in the first place.

He could wait outside all afternoon for all she cared.

Haruhi tipped the teapot over one of the girls' cups, only to have the stream of liquid stop with the cup only half full.

"Looks like we're out of tea," she observed, setting the pot down on the nearby tray and moving to stand, "I'll go get us some more. Be right back ladies."

"Oh get us a new tea set too Haruhi," insisted one, putting her cup on the tray as well as the others followed suit, "I'm getting bored with this one."

Haruhi suppressed a sigh, smiled and nodded. Though she would have liked to point out that it was utterly snobbish to change tea sets just because they were bored and that it was a waste of tea to just abandoned the four full cups, five counting her own, she simply picked up the tray and headed over to the table where another six or seven sat ready, teapots full and china teacups gleaming.

"Whats the matter with you boss?" asked Hikaru from somewhere off to Haruhi's left. She paused and glanced over to see Tamaki reclining alone on an out-of-the-way sofa, the twins peering at him from behind it.

"Yeah, you look even more lovesick than usual," Kaoru continued, poking at Tamaki's cheek.

"Can you really blame me?" Tamaki sighed, his eyes glazed over dreamily, "I met an angel today."

"Where is she?" Hikaru asked, looking around the room with minimal interest.

"Not here!" insisted Tamaki with a wave of his hand, as though to dismiss the very idea, looking slightly annoyed. "I met her outside on the grounds, singing to the sky in a distant corner of the lawn."

"Sounds kinda batty," Kaoru commented, the twins raising their eyebrows in perfect unison.

"She was an angel!" Tamaki insisted, rounding angrily on the twins, his lighthearted mood evaporating with comical speed. "She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, with the voice of an angel sent from heaven! A mysterious princess who wouldn't give her name and barely let me see her face! The girl in the white dress who stole my heart! She was . . . my very own Cinderella!"

Tamaki sank back down onto the sofa with a dreamy sigh.

"So she ran away from you?"

"WHAT?" Tamaki demanded, rounding on Hikaru, who was the one who had spoken.

"Well an integral part of the Cinderella scenario," began Hikaru, holding up a finger smartly.

"Is that the girl must run away from the boy at some point, making the boy go and find her." Kaoru finished, mirroring his twin.

Tamaki pouted, hesitating a moment.

"Well," he began grudgingly, "the bell did ring in the middle of our conversation, so yes, she did have to leave somewhat quickly."

"So she ran away from you!" the twins finished together, smiling triumphantly.

"That's not the point!" Tamaki shrieked.

"Tamaki!" called a high, feminine voice from somewhere behind Haruhi. Tamaki turned to look in Haruhi's direction, following the sound, and Haruhi immediately ducked down, turning her face away from him as she darted for the table.

Grabbing the first tray she saw, she bent her head over it, trying to hide her blush while she attempted to force it down. Her head was spinning.

Most beautiful girl he'd ever seen? An angel sent from heaven? A mysterious princess? The girl who stole his heart?

His very own Cinderella?

A pair of hands closed over the other ends of the tray handles she was holding, not touching her own hands but clearly trying to take the tray from her. She looked up, a bit upset . . .

to see Tamaki lifting his head just in time to meet her eyes.

Haruhi's heart stopped. A burning cold swept through her as adrenaline poured into her veins, and an almost violent shiver wracked her body. Her vision seemed to tunnel, zeroing in on Tamaki's eyes as they gazed deeply into her own.

"Haruhi," he said, seemingly in a husky whisper.

This was it, it was all over. He'd find out his beloved mystery princess was just plain old boring Haruhi, and then she'd really be Cinderella, doing menial chores for these rich snobs for who knew how long! Surely, he'd look into her eyes and see that she . . .

"I'm sorry, did you want this tea set?"

Haruhi stared at him blankly for a moment, her brain struggling to comprehend what had been said. He hadn't sprang back in disgust and horror. Nor had he leaped into the air and declared her his mysterious princess Cinderella. He'd simply spoken to her as if . . .

as if she were just a member of the Host Club. Haruhi wasn't sure whether to be relieved or incredulous.

He still didn't recognize her.

Haruhi forced her mind back to the present situation. "Yeah," she said at last, "but I can pick another one if . . ."

"No that's fine," Tamaki cut her off, picking up the tray beside hers instead, "it doesn't matter to me."

Haruhi turned to watch him walk back to the congregation of girls in his usual spot at the center of the room. Typical Tamaki, always wanting to be the center of attention. Still, he seemed a little bit better today. Somewhat more . . . subdued. Calmer.

Haruhi smiled a bit to herself as she carried the tray back to her own congregation. Maybe Tamaki had finally grown up a bit. Maybe he was actually more mature than he let on. Maybe, just maybe, he was the kind of guy she might actually consider going to meet with in some private corner, if only just once.

"Princesses, your loveliness blinds me! Oh how can I sit here surrounded by such radiance and be expected to keep my eyesight! Still, I simply cannot tear my eyes away!"

Or maybe not.

Author's Note: Soooooo, how'd I do! Aside from tweaking Haruhi's character a bit, I tried to capture both Tamaki's romantic side and his goofy side. So what do you think? Did I pull it off? Pweez tell me!