Hallooor! I'm pretty sad that this has to be my first ok serious fanfiction…well not sad, I just thought that I would be able to do some sort of Fullmetal alchemist fanfiction first and have it be half decent but NOOOOOOO it just had to go die in a - I also didn't know how to title it so I threw some crap into the blender and got apple cheese fries *shot*

I meant to say I pulled the title out of that blender that I didn't use. My hands are just typing on their own you know so you don't have to listen to this thing.

Anyhoo if you read this please review it because I never get reviews from people that I don't know in real life :L

Ok so you can read this chapter now…hopefully I'm actually doing a good job this time and I won't be shoved into a sack again because my writing sucks so bad. Not that that ever happened before…

Chapter 1

"Are you ok Haruhi?"

I blink a few times, and turn to one of the girls sitting at the table with me. Today I feel particularly spacey, and I had just been staring out the window and into the foyer of my high school : Ouran. Today so far I have been acting pretty er…different from my usual attentiveness, and as I can see in the faces of my customers, it seems to stress people out.

"Oh yeah! Sorry, my mind keeps on wandering today," I smile at the girl, "Please don't worry about me."

"O-Okay Haruhi," her voice is slightly quieter when she makes this comment and then blushes, "What exactly were you wondering about? Staring out the window and all."

"Yes, please tell us!" says the other customer I have. For some reason "business" is going a slower for me today, but that's fine, today I feel like staying in my own head more than usual. Looks like what's going on in there isn't going to be able to stay secret for now.

"Um, well actually, heh this sounds kind of weird…but I saw those birds flying-" I point out the window and the two girls turn their heads.

The view outside is particularly beautiful, the fountain below with its glimmering water, the green lush grass surrounding it, and the beautiful architecture of this school. Since Ouran is for rich people, the upkeep of its campus is much better than other schools. I should know that first-hand since I'm only here because of a scholarship, and before this private school I've always gone to normal, public schools.

"And I was thinking about how it would be to be a bird. To see the world from a different person-er well bird's- perspective; to fly through the air, away from the troubles I have in my life. Oh look here comes one of my troubles now," I shift my eyes over to see sempai bounding toward me.

"OH HARUHI~" Tamaki-sempai poses while holding up the container of 'commoner's coffee' as he and the rest of the rich kids call it. "Can you make some more commoner's coffee?" See I told you. "I still haven't gotten a hold on how exactly to prepare this. You'll help your daddy won't you?"

"For one thing, I'm NOT your daughter, although you are an idiot just like my dad. However that's not a good quality to have. Secondly," I snatch the container of commoner's coffee out of his hand surprising him. "I've shown you how to do this at least five times!"

I walk over to a table in the middle of the Host-club room, and begin the coffee's preparation.

"Oh but you do it so much more elegantly than I could. Plus it is the most authentic when it is produced in the hands of a true commoner," Tamaki twirls around making a big deal out of his words, and his 5 customers on the couch swoon over his act. "I only wish I could make it as truly beautiful as you do, then it would be fitting to the beauty of my princesses," He lifts the chin of one of the girls on the couch.

The rest of them squeal and twist in their seats. "Ta-tamaki-kun?" the girl's eyes widen as she looks at Tamaki-sempai's face – which seems to move closer to the girl's face by the second.

"Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting," I shiver and mumble under my breath. I scoop coffee powder into the last cup and move toward heating the water.

"Tamaki, I don't know how you can call this elegant," Hikaru bends over me.

"Yeah put your back into it Haruhi!" Kaoru sticks his tongue out at the coffee powder.

"Here let me help you," Hikaru puts his hands on mine and stands very close behind me.

"Hikaru I can-" my sentence is interrupted by another outburst from Tamaki-sempai.

"EEEYAH YAH YAHYAHYAHYAHYAH-" Tamaki swoops over and pushes Hikaru off of me, however in the process pushes me down on top of Hikaru.

"GAKK" Tamaki screeches and rubs the sides of his face with both of his hands simultaneously. "NO-NONONONONO"

"Heh heh heh, this is actually a lot better now," Hikaru lifts my face to his. Dear god…

"Hi-Hikaru," I look over to see Kaoru, putting on another one of his 'helpless younger-brother' acts. "You said you would only do things like that with me…"

"You can help me," Hikaru's mouth slips into a wide devilish grin as he looks back at his brother.

His face red with anger-and I suspect jealousy is in there as well-Tamaki gets on his knees and starts to push Hikaru off of me once again, sandwiching me in between the two; which frankly- is not that comfortable.. "DID YOU FORGET I'M STANDING RIGHT HERE? NONONONONONONOONONONNO DON'T DO THAT HIKARU."

As expected of our customers, all the girls in the room are watching intently at the scene of…host on host combat. I can hear a few of them "kya!" and "Kawaii!"-ing. I don't how they get anything out of this sort of event.

Through all the commotion I see Nekozawa-sempai slip through his ever-changing door and wandering toward the exiting door of the host-club room. 5 minutes pass, and still no one except me really notices him slowly sneaking in and out of people. At about the same time my mind decides to crack, nekozawa-sempai walks right up to our clump. I feel rage flooding my face, quite a common feeling with me when it comes to fights I get stuck in between. However unlike Tamaki or Hikaru my rage isn't hot and boiling, it's more like Kyouya's : icy-cold.

My body suddenly relaxes and I stare into Tamaki-sempai's eyes (which are right above mine right now in this wrestling blob of…host club members.) "Get. Off of me. Now."

That seems to reach Tamaki-sempai's mind, making him stop for a moment and his face goes rigid. A few seconds later he jumps off of me, his eyes full of terror. He quickly turns his fear of me to Nekozawa-sempai who stands directly behind sempai…since Tamaki just bumped into him.

"GYAAAH," Tamaki and Nekozawa-sempai scream at the same time, and Tamaki jumps up again like he just saw a ghost.

"N-n-n-n-n" Tamaki babbles, paling as he realizes who he just bumped into…and what he's standing on.

"BEEZELBUB NOOOOOOOOOO. YOU-"he jabs his finger at sempai "AGAIN! GIVE ME BACK MY PUPPET!" Nekozawa-sempai hisses making Tamaki-sempai screech in horror. Mean while Hikaru and Kaoru are laughing up a storm, and I simply stare.

"I-I'M SORRY. NOOOOOOOO- DON'T HURT ME!"

"IT HAS GONE TOO FAR. YOU. ARE. CURSED. CURSED!" Nekozawa-sempai brings out from his robe a wooden cursing-doll, whispers some words, and writes 'Suoh, Tamaki' on it.

While Tamaki-sempai poses dramatically in despair and Nekozawa-sempai writes on the doll, I step forward and pick up 'Beezelbub' from the floor. This thing is really weird… Suddenly there is silence and I look up from the puppet. I guess I didn't make my comment about 'Beezelbub' in my head.

"YOU TWO SHALL BE CURSED- for calling my dear Beezelbub weird!" Hurriedly Nekozawa-sempai writes 'Fujioka, Haruhi' directly under Tamaki-sempai's name. With this, he throws it at Tamaki's head (who screams - this time in pain) and exits the room, tenderly holding Beezelbub.

"Oh well, too bad. It doesn't mean anything to be cursed." I start to head back to the instant coffee which I had almost forgotten about, but am grabbed by Tamaki-sempai.

"HARUHI IT DOES SO MEAN SOMETHING. The two of us are now cursed!
We don't know what it will hol- wait…" His face goes blank for a moment. "We TWO are cursed. Oh Haruhi at least you are cursed along with your father!"

"YOU- ARE- NOT- MY- DAD! GAAAAAAH LET GO YOU IDIOT." I strain to get out of Tamaki's grasp but he's squeezing too tight. His mind is in other places right now…

I eventually escape, and sempai and the twins return to their customers while I finish up the coffee. I glance over at Tamaki-sempai who holds the curse-doll in his hands.

"Aren't you scared Tamaki-kun?" One brunette girl asks. "Have you ever been cursed before?"

"Oh…yes…yes I have-" Sempai is holding his emotions together very well so far. "I-I'm not scared. Nope." Tiny sweat drops start to formulate on Tamaki's face, and I walk over to hand him his coffee.

"You're terrible about lying…about this subject at least." I put the cup into Sempai's hand.

"HEY WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?" Tamaki glares at me as he shouts, splashing the coffee around in its cup.

I had to laugh at the face he made, "Oh never mind," and I just smile at him at walk away, which shuts him up about that topic.

After that event, everything was pretty normal for the rest of the school day. I have to say though the more I look at this talisman (I decided to take home the cursed-doll since Tamaki-sempai couldn't bring himself to do it) the creepier it looks. I unlock the door, and walk into the house, taking off my shoes, and heading toward my bedroom. I place the doll on a dresser in my room, and slip my bag off.

Strangely the doll's curse stays in my mind the rest of the evening as I cook dinner, eat with dad, and brush my teeth, a feeling of dread grows in my stomach. It slowly turns into a feeling of light headedness, and I wind up going to bed early, making my father worry.

"I'm fine, I'm just tired I guess," I tell him as I walk into my room.

"Ok, just tell me if you need anything…good night."

"Goodnight." I wobble over to my futon, and pass out over it, not even having time to pull the covers over my head.

The fuzz in my mind clears and I blink out the early morning tears, to see a soft pastel-blue ceiling staring me in the face. That is NOT the color of my house. Sitting up I rub my face, rub my eyes, and scratch my head, hoping to wake myself up more. I lean over and see that I'm not even on a futon – I'm sitting under satin blankets, on a full blown bed.

There's a window with soft sun rays gently glowing outside, and as I look around the floor is covered with a soft carpet, and the walls have a detailed paper covering them. What IS this place? I shift my body and place my legs on the floor, my pajama's softer than I remember and – my legs…are too long to be mine.

Not used to this length for my legs I wobble out of bed and across the carpet to the window. Staring out of it I see almost the entire city, not the deep street-view of my neighborhood. What day is it? Yesterday was Friday, so today is the weekend, I suppose the host-club could be playing a trick on me, but then how did my leg length grow?

At the door I hear the knob turning and out pokes the head of a maid.

"Tamaki-kun, you are up early this morning! It is but Saturday, did you have a hard time sleeping?" She filed into the room, and behind her an older woman follows her in.

"Uh-uh no, I-I slept fine…actually- what time is it?"

"It is exactly 7:00 AM young sir." The older woman says.

"Ha ha, well I actually slept in today then-" I laugh and think back to what the younger maid called me…did…she say Tamaki?

"But normally you awaken at 8:00 or later Tamaki-kun." There it is again. What are those guys from the host club playing now? "Would you like me to prepare your morning bath young master?"

"Wh-Why would you do that for me? I can do it myself?" I turn surprised at the maid's preposition.

"Oh ha ha ha, Tamaki-kun are you sure you are ok? We have prepared all of your baths ever since you have come to Japan."

"I've never been out of Japan."

"Oh dear… Mary-chan will you please start up the bath, I will escort Tamaki-kun in taking off his clothes, and hopefully I can see what is wrong with him this morning." The old woman starts walking toward me, and I take one step back, closer to the window.

"Ah- no I-I can take off my own clothes," What-

"Then let me prepare your robe. First may I take your temperature? Are you well?"

"I feel fine!" This is getting stranger by the minute and I decide that maybe I should just go along with whatever game they're playing on me. "Just- let me go take a bath, maybe I can clear my head a bit once I'm fully clean and awake." I take a step toward the door, which I now realize has bronze handles.

"Yes maybe that is the best course of action. I shall bring your robe to you after you are in young master."

I nod and start walking out the door, and down the beautiful long hallways. Remembering I don't know where the bathroom is I ask a passing maid, who giggles and tells me how to get there. Oh, this is so embarrassing. Once I reach the bathroom, I can see that this day so far is either too elaborate to be a trick- or Kyouya went insane and forgot about the worth of money and therefore his personal morals.

The floors are marble, and the bathroom is extremely large, almost 5 times as big as the bathroom I have at home. The tub is carved out of the same type of stone and bubbles and steaming water fill it. A maid walks in and lays a warm towel on a bath chair next to the tub, bows, and leaves.

A few moments pass as I stare at the bathwater, and I turn to see that the door from which I entered the bathroom has been closed. I also notice that a gigantic mirror, standing from the floor to the ceiling is behind me. Ignoring my reflection I stare at the waste of glass and metal that the mirror alone provides. I glance around the entire thing taking in the whole of the room reflected in the mirror, quickly glance and then skip over my face, and pass on to the rest of the room's reflection. And that's when I realize what I saw in my reflection, and my eyes dart back to it. I can't stop gaping at my face

Or should I say – Tamaki-sempai's face.