title: Just A Little Bit

summary: She always knew her short temper would get her into trouble, but this was just ridiculous. Mental note: Don't punch any more Host Club members in the face. The consequences just aren't worth it.

pairing: Various-Host-Club-Members-and-Other-Ouran-Students/Sakura.

Which ranges from Hikaru/Sakura, Kaoru/Sakura, Kyouya/Sakura, Mori/Sakura, Honey/Sakura, Tamaki/Sakura, Haruhi/Sakura (maybe, it depends on whether you guys want it or not), Nekozawa/Sakura (another maybe/possibility), and Kasanoda/Sakura (another maybe/possibility)

I'll be taking votes for who she should be paired with in the end, but each pairing will get some screen time :)

Eventual snippets of Sasuke/Sakura, Itachi/Sakura, Madara/Sakura, Tobi/Sakura, Sai/Sakura, and Naruto/Sakura.

Can't choose between Tamaki/Haruhi and Hikaru/Haruhi, so I'd appreciate you guys voting on one of them as well :)

genre: Romance, Humor, Adventure, Drama.

AU?: Yes, yes it is.

song: Just A Little Bit by Kids of 88

warning: OOCness, language, probably spelling and grammatical errors, and fluff.

disclaimer: Naruto and its characters rightfully belong to Masashi Kishimoto. Ouran High School Host Club and its characters rightfully belong to Bisco Hatori. All quotes/lyrics used belong to their respectful owner. I own nothing but the plot and possible OCs used.

notes: Two new fics in one day? I'm on a freakin' roll.

Um, not much to say besides I've always wanted to write an Ouran/Naruto crossover and have gone through many plots before finding one that I liked (this one).

Expect some OOCness on the host club member's part 'cause I don't have much experience in writing them...

Sorry in advance for any awkwardness or OOCness.

Enjoy!

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Just A Little Bit...

Of Temperamental Nuisances

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Workin' your fingers to the bone
Driving you mad and you should've known

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Sakura was pissed.

Like, beyond pissed.

It was apparent in her gait as she stomped down the practically shining hallways of Ouran Academy and the twisted scowl on her face just how angry she was. For the umpteenth time that day, she blew her choppy bangs out of her eyes as she let her piercing emerald gaze travel over the many doors and students (most of which flinched away in fear), the ferocity of her glare only highlighted by the slight snarl at her lip. She dug into the pocket of her favorite red hoodie and burned fiery holes of absolute rage into the flimsy paper wad in her hand.

"What's the point of a goddamned map if it doesn't even fucking work!" She hissed under her breath as her eyes traversed the thin lines marking the hallways of the uselessly-enormousschool. She'd been attending Ouran Academy for a week now and she still had no idea how to get where she wanted. The first few days hadn't been much of a hassle thanks to a kind classmate who had offered to be Sakura's guide around the school until she memorized where everything was.

She'd been thankful he'd been so helpful and had been in a much better mood around the laid-back 2nd year than any of the other students. Sakura had found a lot in common with the brunette and was fully certain that they'd become friends quickly. They were on the same academic level, were lazy and apathetic at time, and both apparently had the same lack of tolerance for all of the annoying rich kids attending the school. Just thinking of her favored companion was making the pinkette's mood swing.

"Oh, Fujioka-san. Why did you have to get sick on today of all days?" She mumbled to herself, head tilting back to let her now depressed gaze follow over the artistically-sculpted arched ceiling. She absentmindedly tucked a few stray strands of her hair under her black beanie and returned to her brooding.

She wouldn't have been in that bad of a mood had her day gone a little more smoothly. While she loved rain, having to rush to the school without an umbrella or even a freaking coat certainly put a damper on her morning. When she'd arrived at the school (almost an entire hour early) Sakura had realized that she had neglected to eat breakfast or pack her daily lunch, believing that she was running late. Of course, Sakura had enough money to buy a meal at the school's fancy cafeteria, but she'd promised herself on the first day that she wouldn't waste any of her money on something she could attain so easily at home.

Her snarling stomach had told her differently and she was easily defeated, pulling her wallet out as she'd made her way to the cafeteria.

Only to realize that she had no idea where it was.

After walking around the school for nearly an hour, she'd realized that classes were about to begin. Temper only just beginning to simmer, she'd thanked Kami she at least knew where her homeroom classroom was.

But, her slightly apathetic state of mind had dropped when she'd learned that Fujioka had called in sick and wouldn't be attending class that day. Sakura had plopped into her seat at the back of the classroom with a slight pout, fully intent on ignoring her chatty classmates. She'd managed to get to other classes by following students she recognized and knew to be in her class, only to find her blood beginning to boil when some teacher had had the nerve to comment on her 'less than appropriate attire'. Of course, Sakura had idly pulled out her copy of the schools handbook and sent him a dry look as she asked him "Where it says students must dress in the uniforms provided by the school."

Sakura didn't see the point in wearing the school's uniforms when she preferred to wear her own (much more comfortable) clothing.

Unfortunately she'd gotten into a heated argument with the teacher until she just sighed and gave up, saying she'd purchase a uniform over the weekend. He'd grinned, thinking he had won, and completely unaware that Sakura was simply bottling up her irritation inwardly rather than snap in front of him.

The day was nearly over but she'd managed to get lost. She missed lunch (while still unable to locate the cafeteria) and had accidentally skipped her last three classes as she'd tried to find her way again.

Which brought Sakura to where she was now, standing before a vast window that overlooked an elegant fountain, screaming in rage as the bell signaling the end of the school day rang through her ears.

"Fuck this shit! I'm demand a better map!" She screeched, throwing the abused piece of paper on the floor and grinding the ball of her foot on it. Rearranging her messenger bag, she growled audibly and continued to stomp forward, muttering profanities under her breath.

Fortunately, she managed to get lucky and found a straggling student. Following the unsuspecting boy "Like a fucking ninja," Sakura managed to find herself at the entrance of the school. Eliciting a delighted whoop of joy at the sight of the polished double doors, she sent a quick prayer to whichever Kami that was watching over her and made her way towards the doors.

"Oi! Pinky!"

Her foot froze in midair and her hand still raised in longing for the exit as her eyebrow twitched in annoyance and her lip curled. Her head snapped to the left as she glared over her shoulder. Some auburn-haired boy stood a ways behind her, gesturing her over to him. It took her a moment, but Sakura recognized him as one of her classmates. If she remembered correctly, he had a twin and seemed to be friends with Fujioka. She decided that if Fujioka was friends with him, he couldn't be that bad and made a mental note to attempt to be civil with the guy.

But, she was in a bad mood as it was and something about this boy just screamed, "Caution! Cocky and mischievous! Approach only if you're in a sane state of mind!"

Crossing her arms, she stopped in front of him and attempted to ignore the fact that he stood nearly an entire head higher than her.

"What do you want? Hitachiin, right?" She asked, idly blowing a few strands of her pink hair out of her eyes. He seemed to ignore her questions and rested his hands on his hips, sending her an only slightly irritated smirk.

"Listen Pinky, I know you're new here but you should really learn to keep out of other people's time. You've been cutting into Haruhi's host time and he doesn't need someone like you hanging around him.

Sakura's jaw nearly dropped and her arms fell to her side. Her fists immediately clenched and she glared viciously up at him. Part of her wondered what he had meant by host time, but she was too pissed to think about that.

"Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you think you can just order me around and try to control Fujioka-san's time when he's not around? You've no fucking right, you arrogant bastard." She hissed, eyes narrowing. He simple sighed and pressed the ball of his palm against his forehead, sending her an annoyed look out of the corner of his eye.

"Haruhi doesn't need some annoying guy like you bothering him. So just make things simple and stay away from him."

While a majority of Sakura's mind was inwardly raging, a smaller, more rational part of her became smug when he'd called her a guy. If the bastard thought she was a boy, then her plan was working. She'd started the school year with a resolution to make everyone believe she was a boy. After so many years of being pushed around and underestimated because of her gender, Sakura had decided that when she transferred over to Ouran everything would be different. True, people still over-looked her, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. People tended to respect men more and Sakura would be damned if anyone thought little of her because she was a girl. Besides, she was sick of people saying her actions and manners were, "Unlady-like." Now, she could act as she wanted and not be judged.

She hadn't had to do much to look more like a boy, since she was naturally lean and flat-chested. Her name had caused her a bit of grief and she had thought about changing it to something else, but that would have been going too far. Sakura could be a guy's name too, couldn't it?

So far, her plan had worked and all the stupid rich-kids had believed she was a boy. This thought was enough to calm Sakura down slightly, but everything this guy was saying was pushing her closer and closer towards her boiling point.

"Say one more word and, I promise, you'll regret it bastard." She said through clenched teeth. He merely sneered and crossed his arms.

"What are you going to do, Shorty? Annoy me to death?"

And, just like so many times before, Sakura snapped. She pulled her clenched fist back and immediately threw it forward with more force than should have been mustered by a person of her small frame. Her favorite word passed over her lips and the surprised look on the boy's face only vaguely registered at the back of her mind as she punched him.

"Shannaro!"

She smirked at the feel of her fist connecting with his face and she sent him a twisted grin as he yelped and his hands immediately went to his nose as he fell backwards. She spun on her heel, still seething and completely uncaring for the boy, and stomped towards the doors. She barely registered the sound of a door opening and closing somewhere behind her and a voice speaking.

"Hikaru, I got the- Hikaru!"

Sakura was confident that no one had seen her punch the bastard and she left the school with stiff shoulders. She was mentally daring the guy to rat on her, but she was sure he wouldn't. Would any self-respecting man tell anyone that a scrawny, pink-haired boy had broken their nose? Not likely.

And so, she headed home, the streets wet with previous rain and the sky only slightly overcast.

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Wrap it up baby I'm takin' you home,

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That night, Sakura had gone onto the school's website and found a much better map of the campus. She'd stared at her computer screen for hours until she'd memorized each twist, turn, and room of the school. Fully confident that she wouldn't get lost, she headed out for the school.

As she munched on a granola bar, she thought over the previous day, cringing with guilt. She regretted punching Hitachiin and hoped he wouldn't be too sore with her. Now, she understood that he'd only been telling her to stay away from Fujioka because she was probably interfering with his schedule. Hitachiin was most likely only looking out for his friend. Sakura made a mental note to apologize to him when she saw him again and tugged her beanie lower over her forehead, nearly covering her eyes.

She grimaced as she remembered her promise to buy one of the uniforms and sighed, stuffing the wrapper of her bar in her pocket. She'd dressed in a slightly more presentable outfit (white button-up shirt under a green-checkered vest with black slacks) but was probably going to be told off again.

"I'm lucky I can pass off for a guy so well." She muttered under her breath as she slung her bag over her shoulder. She'd always been taken to wearing less than feminine clothing and had no problem wearing an old T-shirt and baggy jeans. She was somewhat thankful that all of the spoiled kids at the school tended to ignore people they didn't know or she would probably have had to work harder for everyone to think she was a boy.

She'd only worn the beanie to keep from attracting unwanted attention due to her strange hair color, but now she just liked wearing it in general. She fingered the cloth and sighed, figuring she'd probably have to stop wearing it once she got the schools uniform.

She was soon standing in front of the school and walked in with the utmost confidence. She stopped before her homeroom classroom and entered with a broad grin, moving towards her seat. No one was inside yet, but class would begin soon. As she waited for the students to start flooding in, Sakura mentally went over her mental-map and her schedule.

As it turned out, Fujioka was still sick and both of the twins were missing. Again, the guilty feeling hit Sakura and she cringed. 'I didn't punch him that hard, did I?' Class started and no one paid her any mind.

The day progressed and Sakura thought less and less of her less than commendable actions and more about how fucking awesome she was. She knew where everything was. You could ask her where the 3rd music room was and she could tell you which hallways to turn down and exactly how long it would take to get there.

"I freaking rock." She said to herself, ignoring the strange look she received from a passing student. The final bell of the day had just rung and Sakura was on her way home, looking forward to a most deserved weekend. She was nearing the exit and something was telling her to hurry up. Unfortunately, Sakura tended to ignore feelings like this and purposefully slowed down, gaze traveling over the marbled and carved walls.

"Haruno Saki."

Sakura didn't know if she'd suddenly stopped because of the cold tone, the fact that they'd called her surname, or because they had used a nickname of hers from many years ago. But, whatever the reason, she froze mid-step and slowly looked over her shoulder.

Behind her stood two people she didn't recognize, so she figured that they'd misheard her name somewhere and it was just a coincidence that whoever had spoken had called her by her old nickname. The height difference between the two was blaringly obvious. The shorter one had blonde hair while the taller one's was black. Their faces were shaded slightly to make them seem more foreboding but Sakura wasn't amused by the trick.

"Yes?" She answered, not bothering to correct them about her name.

The hallway was silent for a moment before the blonde spoke, revealing that he'd been the speaker before.

"You'll be coming with us."

Sakura scoffed and turned back around, heading for the doors. However, she was caught completely off-guard when she suddenly felt strong hands grip both of her upper arms. She yelped in surprise as she realized she was being turned around and taken down one of the hallway quickly.

"H-hey! Let me go!" Sakura screeched as her gaze flickered from boy to boy. The two were both holding one of her arms, but the taller seemed to be doing most of the work.

"Release me this moment! I was having a great day and I refuse to let it be ruined by you two and your weirdness! This is kidnapping! I-" She was cut off, unfortunately, as a pair of double doors were opened and she was shoved into a large room. She stumbled and rose from her place on the ground, knees turning sore as she glared over her shoulder.

"Where the hell did you bring me? What's going on?"

"Judgement, Haruno Saki-kun. Judgement."

Her attention turned to the centermost part of the room to see three boys, regarding her with varying looks of contempt. She made a guess and figured the one sitting, a blonde with violet eyes, had been the one to speak. He had a serious face, but there was a slight smirk at his lips. He was enjoying this.

The second boy had black hair and was gazing at her from behind what appeared to be a cataloguing book. He had a pen in his hand and his glasses shined ominously at her. He scribbled something down in his book and snapped it shut.

The third boy was obviously the other Hitachiin. She knew it wasn't the one from yesterday because his nose was perfect and unharmed. He was outright glaring at her, hands fisted at his side.

The doors shut behind her and Sakura's frown deepened. What the hell was going on?

The tall blonde stood, gripping his chin as his eyes roved over her. "Now, what sort of punishment should we admonish, Haruno-kun? What's something in the world that you absolutely despise?"

Sakura crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "At the moment? Your face."

He seemed genuinely shocked.

She ignored him and continued. "I'll ask one more time: what's going on? What have I done to deserve any sort of punishment?" she hissed, hands curling into fists.

"You punched Hikaru in the face!" the other Hitachiin exclaimed, face twisted with anger. At the back of her mind, Sakura wondered where the other twin was and filed away the new information of his name.

"That wasn't very nice."

She glanced over her shoulder to see the shorter blonde pouting, face no longer as foreboding as earlier. 'He looks like a little kid. But he's wearing a high school uniform...' He and the taller, dark-haired boy made their way to join the other three.

Sakura thought to herself for a moment, the feeling of guilt returning. She sighed and her shoulders drooped.

"Look, I'm sorry for punching the guy, okay?" she began, eyes down. "I was having a bad day and he unintentionally egged me on even more. I snapped." she looked up, playing the puppy-dog eyes to the max. "I really am sorry, alright? I didn't mean to hurt him..."

The room was silent. They were all watching her and Sakura's hands were starting to get clammy. What were they all thinking?

Suddenly, she heard a whimper from in front of her and almost fell the ground when something barreled into her stomach, limbs wrapping around her torso to cling to her.

"I forgive you Saki-chan! Don't be sad!"

Sakura yelped and immediately attempted to pry the small blonde off of her. "H-hey! G-get off!"

"Still," The boy with the glasses said suddenly, eyeing her with a frown, "Because of you, Hikaru will be unable to attend for a few days." He glanced over at the taller blonde. "That leaves us with a delima."

"Yes, yes." The purple-eyed boy said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "And you really do deserve a punishment, Haruno-kun. Blatantly harming a Host Club member is unacceptable."

The auburn-haired twin continued to glare at her, crossing his arms over his chest.

'There's that phrase again,' Sakura thought, still trying to get the clinging boy to release her, 'What do they mean by Host Club? Where else have I heard it before?' She blinked in surprise suddenly, as she remembered something. 'Wait! Now I remember! I overheard a few girls giggling about a Host Club a few days ago! It's some sort of club that 'entertains' girls by flirting with them!'

She gazed at them with veiled mixture of shock and disgust. 'They're players!'

"Alright!" the apparent leader exclaimed suddenly, brushing his golden bangs out of his eyes. His hand rose and he pointed at her, a joyfully wicked grin at his lips.

"Haruno Saki-kun! From this moment on, you will be a host to fill in for Hikaru-kun until he returns and until we deem your punishment fulfilled!"

Sakura stared at him in horror.

"Y-you're kidding, right?" she said with a forced smile. He grinned and shook his head, sitting back down in his chair.

"Nope. You are now our newest host!"

The blonde still clinging to her cheered and hugged her tighter while the bespectacled boy smirked and scribbled something down in his book. The other Hitachiin still seemed angry, but she could make out the barest of smirks. She knew it – could feel it: he was going to make her life hell.

"I already said I'm sorry! I'll give the guy a freakin' gift-basket as apology! This is ridiculous and completely unnecessary!"

The short blonde let go of her suddenly and hopped over to the tall silent boy, talking animatedly up at him. The other's dispersed and moved about the room, rearranging and preparing things. They all ignored her and Sakura found herself groaning loudly.

"You might as well just stay here, Haruno. The Host Club opens its doors for our customers in less than an hour."

She looked up to see the dark-haired boy with glasses standing in front of her. He looked up from his book and smiled sadistically at her.

"There's no point in trying to sneak away. You owe us a debt and it will be paid. Besides, I'm sure the school officials wouldn't like to hear that the newest student has openly and intentionally harmed one of the school's most prestigious students."

'S-so scary.' She gulped and fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. "B-but, really, this isn't necessary! I-I-I-" She stopped, lips turning down in a deep frown as it all began to really sink in. They were black-mailing her. Hell. No.

Sakura's hands clenched and it took every last ounce of her self-control to not attack that smirking arrogant bastard. The others stopped what they were doing and looked over at her, feeling the sudden tense atmosphere.

She breathed out shakily, fists shaking.

"Please excuse me for a moment."

They all watched in surprise and slight curiosity as she suddenly made her way to a corner of the room, shoulders hunched as she pulled a cellphone out of her pocket. She punched a few buttons and held the phone to her ear, breathing ragged.

"Hello?...Yeah, It's me...I-I need you...Yes, now...Look, Sensei, it's important!...I'm seriously about to go on a freaking rampage and I'd really appreciate it if you went over the exercises with me!...Yes, thank you."

She was silent for a few moments, listening intently to the soft voice murmuring into her ear from the receiver. She took three big breaths, eyes screwed shut. She mumbled something under her breath and took a few more steadying breaths, all too aware that they were watching her. She went to her happy place, escaping the judging and prying eyes.

She exhaled, much more calm now. "Thanks Sensei...Yeah, I feel a lot more calm now...No, it's ok...Yeah, I'll see you soon...What?...Yes, I'll explain everything when I see you next...Okay, bye." She ended the call and slipped the phone back into her pocket, slowly turning around to face their questioning eyes.

"I still don't agree with this – any of this, but I'll will agree to your terms so long as I don't get reported."

The short blonde cheered, the tall blonde grinned, the twin snorted, the dark-haired boy with glasses smirked and scribbled away, and the tall black-haired boy simply regarded her silently.

"You are an attractive enough young man, Haruno-kun, I'm sure you'll be getting requests from our lovely ladies in no time!" the tall blonde announced, gesturing wildly to her and prancing about the room.

Again, Sakura couldn't help but be inwardly smug. 'Booyah, they all think I'm a guy! Who's the girl-pretending-to-be-a-man? That's right, I'm awesome.' She crossed her arms once and let her gaze fall on the boys once more. She had a feeling that her patience, temper, and sanity was going to be pushed to the max, all too soon. These boys were crazy. And yet...

"So, who are you guys?"

And thus, Haruno Sakura's journey as a member of Ouran High School's Host Club began.

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Get off your throne
I want you alone

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notes: Kind of awkward in parts, but I really enjoyed writing this and look forward to the next chapter!

You'll all learn more about Sakura, what she's doing at Ouran Academy, and how she'll act around everyone later on, I promise! I'll try to answer any questions, but if it's too much of a spoiler I might have to leave you without an answer ;]

So yeah, some of you might be wondering why it was Hikaru who got punched in the face. Well, it's mostly because, to me, he's the one I could easily see pissing an already pissed off-Sakura even more and getting decked :I Don't get me wrong, Hikaru's practically my favorite character in Ouran! And his whole "Leave Haruhi alone, Pinky"-bit? 'Member how he and Kaoru are so possessive of Haruhi and don't like her hanging out with other people? Yeah. Heck, their character song practically says they get jealous when Haruhi's just talking with other people. Sorry if he seemed out of character!

Anyways, the all-important question: Who should Sakura eventually end up with? Here are the Ouran choices~

Kyouya

Mori

Hikaru

Kaoru

Honey

Tamaki

Haruhi

Nekozawa

Kasanoda

I plan on bringing some of the Naruto character in later on, but I'd kind of rather have Sakura end up with one of the Ouran boys...

I plan on having some of all the pairings, but I'd really like you guys to vote on which should be the final pairing with Sakura.

Also, Tamaki/Haruhi or Hikaru/Haruhi? Keep in mind that whichever one of these two wins leaves a little less Sakura-lovin' for the lucky guy.

I'll be keeping the voting open for a while, because I'm sure a lot of your votes are going to change. Eventually, I'll take the most requested guys and put them in a poll on my profile.

Hope you guys liked this! Next chapter might be bit of a wait seeing as how I have Sugar Cube and, my most recent story, Sugar and Spice Makes Everything Nice to work on!

But who knows, maybe the next chapter will be out sooner than you think?

Remember...

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