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Exams, Exams.
I have hit stage 2: Extreme nervousness causing constant indigestion.
Arrgh.
On the bright side, something new!
Title: Crescendo
Pairing(s): None
Rating: T for safety
Genre: Humour/Crossover
Warning(s): AU; Crosses over with Kiniro no Corda.
Summary: [AU, Ouran High School x Kiniro No Corda] Ouran Academy was always known as a good music school, so what happens when they face off against Seiso Academy and St. Lobelia’s Institute for first place in the tri-annual music competition?
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, Kiniro no Corda, or any other anime that may or may not be mentioned.
Author’s Notes: A result of my overactive imagination thinking “Holy crap, what would happen if you made all the characters in Kiniro no Corda (also called La Corda d’Oro ~primo passo~) compete against the Ouran Host Club in a music competition?” and an overwhelming desire to make Honey play the cello because it would be funny. As for the fairies . . . Watch Kiniro no Corda. Updates will be coming . . . extremely slowly.
Thanks Yous: To tatsumaki, for being as ever a brilliant betareader and editor. I <3 you.
Crescendo
Chapter One: A Not So Musical Beginning
Ouran Academy was known for three things: Prestigious families, wealth, and academics, most notably their music program.
Seiso Academy, across the city, was known for three things: Wealth, athletics, and academics, most notably their music program.
St. Lobelia’s Girls’ Academy, one hour away from Ouran, was known for three things: The White Lily Society, wealth, and academics, most notably their music program.
As any music major in all of Japan knew, these three schools were not only the top music academies in Japan, they also had a fierce rivalry exemplified in their tri-annual competition, in which each school sent six of their best musicians to compete for honour, glory, and the right to brag for the next three years straight.
So what did Haruhi Fujioka, first year of Ouran Academy in the general stream have anything to do with it all?
Well, it went sort of like this.
*****
Haruhi panted, running down the hallway. She was late to the Host Club, as usual; even half a year after she unfortunately dropped that vase, she really had no inclination to be there early. Being there early meant having to put up with Tamaki’s endless babbling nonsense and more time for them to convince her to wear whatever ridiculous outfit they’d pulled out before the guests came. Yet she still had to at least pretend to make an effort to get there on time, or else they would think that she was intentionally being late (which she was – but she wasn’t planning on letting them in on that anytime soon). This would explain why she was working up a sweat dashing across campus to the Third Music Room.
To be honest, though, she didn’t even know how these boys found the time to run a Host Club. They were all music students, weren’t they? She wondered. Didn’t they need time to practice and do whatever it was that rich music students did?
Suddenly, she tripped. A high-pitched giggle came from somewhere near her legs, but she couldn’t quite tell what it was. Slowly, she pulled herself upward, rubbing her knees where she’d fallen, and looked up to see the strangest creature she’d seen in her life.
The apparition giggled again. It was about four inches tall, with black hair, purple wings, and perhaps most shockingly, red eyes. It wore a tunic of royal purple and flew at her face, smacking her nose with its minute wand. “You can see me,” it laughed.
Haruhi stared at it, wondering if she hadn’t hit her head a little too hard when she fell. For the moment, she would assume she had. “What on earth are you?” she asked it weakly.
“Me?” The spectre smacked her nose with its wand again. “How rude! I’m the resident music fairy of Ouran Academy!”
“Oh,” Haruhi replied. She was now quite sure that she’d hit her head a bit too hard and had had a concussion. After all, what on earth did a music fairy want with her? She contemplating going to the nurse, at least as soon as this thing stopped hitting her nose with its wand. “Well, I think you’ve got the wrong person, because I’m not in the music program,” she told it, hoping it would go away.
“I have not,” the fairy told her, whacking her nose with its wand again. She really wished it would stop doing that. “Well, I would stop it, you know, if you would get over this stupid idea of yours that you’ve got a concussion. I’m real, and you tripped over me.” It giggled again.
“Oh,” Haruhi said obstinately. She was surprised that it knew what she was thinking, but then, that probably went to show that this was a figment of her imagination or something. “Well, I still think that you’ve got the wrong person. I’m not a music student.” She got up and dusted herself off; it would do no good to show up to the Host Club in even a vaguely dusty, dirty state. Kyouya would just add to her debt, more than he probably would for being late, anyway. “Well, I’m running a little behind, so I have to go,” she told it, hoping it would just disappear, because she didn’t feel like she had a concussion. Of course, that didn’t mean she didn’t have one, and for once she found that she rather hoped that she did. “Err, it’s been nice talking to you. . .” she said to it, still figuring it would be best to be polite. She continued her dash down the hallway.
“Hey!” it yelled after her. “You can’t just leave like that!”
She kept on running until she finally made it to the Third Music Room. Entering, she shut the door after her and turned around to find the room empty. Where was everyone? she wondered. She was at least ten minutes late, and the room, by now, was usually chattering with noise and complaints and Tamaki’s overly-loud and overly-dramatic voice.
“Hey, I told you, you can’t just leave like that!” Turning to face the source of the noise, she found that the fairy was watching her from a corner. It gave her a wicked grin, its red eyes glowing. It was working on lifting up a vase – a very expensive looking vase, in fact – as it huffed at her. “You know about the contest, right? The big music contest with Seiso and Lobelia’s? Anyway, you’re competing in it.”
Haruhi blanched. “No. No, I’m not,” she informed it. “I told you, didn’t I? I said you had the wrong person! I’m not a music student, I don’t play an instrument, and I don’t even sing! Please put that down!”
“I won’t!” it gasped at her. The weight of the vase was clearly straining it. Haruhi dashed over to try to pull it away from the sprite, only to be more frustrated as the fairy pulled it up out of her reach. “Back off, Fujioka-san! You’re going to be in this contest because I say you are, and if you don’t . . .” It plunged dangerously.
“But I can’t play an instrument or anything!” Haruhi replied desperately. “Put that down!”
“I’ll take care of that! Just . . . do . . . it!” it growled out, gritting its teeth as it rose upward, dropping about half a foot for each foot it rose.
Haruhi really could not see a way out of this one unless she wanted to add another $80 000 debt to her name. “Okay, okay, just put it down!” she said, and heaved a sigh of relief as the fairy unsteadily put the vase – intact – back onto its stand. Seconds later, an instrument case smacked her over the head, followed shortly thereafter by a hefty load of books and sheet music (which, mind, she couldn’t read).
“I’m glad that you saw sense, Fujioka Haruhi-san!” The fairy said to her, a wicked grin again gracing its features. Haruhi, with a slight shiver, noted that its teeth were pointed. It zipped off in the direction of the doorway, only to run headfirst into Honey, who was the first of the Host Club to enter the room.
Honey looked down at the fairy.
The fairy smiled up at him.
“Ah, I see! I was wondering!” Honey bounced gleefully over to Haruhi, who was sitting in a pile of books, sheet music, and instrument case looking decidedly unhappy. “Haru-chan, Haru-chan, you’re in the competition too!”
Haruhi turned slowly to the loli-shota boy, with a glare worthy of the Shadow King, or perhaps of Honey himself in a sweets-deprived state. “What,” she asked, enunciating her words, “was that?”
“The music fairy of the school, of course,” Kyouya walked in, taking in the scene for potential damages. “He shows up every three years in concordance with the competition. St. Lobelia’s and Seiso have them too. He didn’t break anything, did he? It’s going onto your debt if he did.”
“. . . What?” Haruhi asked, before being attacked by a violet-eyed, blond second-year.
“Haruhi, Haruhi, my darling daughter Haruhi has been chosen by the fairy for the competition! Ohhh, Otou-san is so proud of you! Okaa-san, Okaa-san, isn’t it wonderful? Now the competition is going to be the Host Club against the other schools! We’re practically guaranteed to win! The school will support us and we’ll become heroes!” A slightly distant look appeared in his eyes as he imagined what would happen if (no, once, he corrected himself mentally) he won. “Yes, Haruhi!” he said, clearly in rapture with what he was imagining. “Yes, I won it all for you, aren’t you proud of your dear Otou-san? Oh, you’re so cuuute!”
Haruhi ignored him. He was clearly in one of his raving mad moods.
“Would someone please explain things to me?” Haruhi asked dryly, picking herself up from the floor and untangling herself from Tamaki. She was starting to get a mild headache
“Oh, oh!” Honey-senpai butted back in. “Well, every three years, there’s a competition between the three top music schools in Japan, which are Ouran, Seiso, and St. Lobelia’s, and there are seven competitors from each school. Two are chosen from each year, usually the top two music students in the year, and the seventh competitor from each school is chosen by the school’s respective fairies.”
“The fairy for Seiso Academy is named Lili – He’s blond and he’s an emotional, dramatic idiot, like Tono,” Kaoru said, Hikaru standing beside him. “The fairy for St. Lobelia’s Girls’ Academy is a feisty little one called Mei.”
“But the one for Ouran. . .” Hikaru added.
“Is our favourite!” They chimed together, simultaneously sliding their arms around her, other hands on their hips.
“He’s a very chaotic fairy,” Hikaru said with a wicked grin. “Everywhere he goes, it’s said he causes trouble.”
“Which is why,” Kaoru added, an identical grin gracing his face, “He’s called Melee.”
“Get your hands off my daughter!” Tamaki said, snatching Haruhi back from the clutches of the twins and into his own. “Oh, I’m so proud of you for being chosen! Don’t worry! Otou-san will make sure that you do well!”
“What instrument do you play, Haruhi?” Kyouya turned to her, pushing his iron-rimmed glasses up onto the bridge of his nose.
“Oh.” She blinked. “I don’t know yet.”
“Well, open your instrument case, silly!” Honey-senpai told her cheerily. He had climbed onto Mori’s shoulders as he said this. “Let’s all have a look!”
Haruhi sighed as the boys crowded around her, shaking Tamaki off of her. Evidently her music school friends were not going to take sympathy on her for being shoved into the competition like this. She unsnapped the lock on the music case to find a clarinet.
“Ahh, good,” Kyouya said. “Kaoru plays bass clarinet, so he’ll be able to help you if you need it. After all, there’s no arguing with the fairy.” He pushed his glasses up his nose. “By the way, any damages it incurs will be added to your debt.”
Hikaru and Kaoru grinned widely at this, but Tamaki immediately protested.
“Kyouya,” he whined, “How can you leave her to the twins? It’s not as if the clarinet and the bass clarinet are that similar! There’s a whole octave difference! And surely someone with more experience should teach her – They’re still in their first year! It would be more appropriate for someone who is at least in his second year and who is at the top of the class to help her!”
“The written music is exactly the same, Tono,” Kaoru said wickedly, “So there shouldn’t be any problems.”
“Yeah, and the keynotes are the same, aren’t they, Kaoru?” Hikaru found fit to chime in. “You don’t know the keynotes, do you, Tono? So there’s no need for you to bother. We’ll take care if it all, right, Kaoru?”
“So it’s settled – Hikaru and Kaoru will help Haruhi prepare for the contest,” Kyouya finished. The twins smirked.
Tamaki fled to his corner of woe, sobbing about how the world was conspiring against him.
“Ahh, yes,” Kyouya smiled slightly, ignoring the blonde boy’s antics. “And just so everyone knows, we are required to attend a competitor’s dinner in three nights. These competitions are, of course, meant to foster community between our schools. And to ensure that we all go, the first selection theme will be introduced at that meeting.” With that, the Shadow King closed his notebook with a snap. “I suggest you all practice,” he told them, and left.
Honey and Mori also took their leave, Honey chattering with excitement about the upcoming competition. Tamaki, quickly recovered once he heard the word “practice,” occupied his usual place behind the piano in the room, glaring rather ominously at the twins. Hikaru pulled out his music books.
“So, Haruhi,” Kaoru smiled. “First things first: reading sheet music.”
End Chapter One: A Not So Musical Beginning
Arrgh.
On the bright side, something new!
Title: Crescendo
Pairing(s): None
Rating: T for safety
Genre: Humour/Crossover
Warning(s): AU; Crosses over with Kiniro no Corda.
Summary: [AU, Ouran High School x Kiniro No Corda] Ouran Academy was always known as a good music school, so what happens when they face off against Seiso Academy and St. Lobelia’s Institute for first place in the tri-annual music competition?
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, Kiniro no Corda, or any other anime that may or may not be mentioned.
Author’s Notes: A result of my overactive imagination thinking “Holy crap, what would happen if you made all the characters in Kiniro no Corda (also called La Corda d’Oro ~primo passo~) compete against the Ouran Host Club in a music competition?” and an overwhelming desire to make Honey play the cello because it would be funny. As for the fairies . . . Watch Kiniro no Corda. Updates will be coming . . . extremely slowly.
Thanks Yous: To tatsumaki, for being as ever a brilliant betareader and editor. I <3 you.
Crescendo
Chapter One: A Not So Musical Beginning
Ouran Academy was known for three things: Prestigious families, wealth, and academics, most notably their music program.
Seiso Academy, across the city, was known for three things: Wealth, athletics, and academics, most notably their music program.
St. Lobelia’s Girls’ Academy, one hour away from Ouran, was known for three things: The White Lily Society, wealth, and academics, most notably their music program.
As any music major in all of Japan knew, these three schools were not only the top music academies in Japan, they also had a fierce rivalry exemplified in their tri-annual competition, in which each school sent six of their best musicians to compete for honour, glory, and the right to brag for the next three years straight.
So what did Haruhi Fujioka, first year of Ouran Academy in the general stream have anything to do with it all?
Well, it went sort of like this.
*****
Haruhi panted, running down the hallway. She was late to the Host Club, as usual; even half a year after she unfortunately dropped that vase, she really had no inclination to be there early. Being there early meant having to put up with Tamaki’s endless babbling nonsense and more time for them to convince her to wear whatever ridiculous outfit they’d pulled out before the guests came. Yet she still had to at least pretend to make an effort to get there on time, or else they would think that she was intentionally being late (which she was – but she wasn’t planning on letting them in on that anytime soon). This would explain why she was working up a sweat dashing across campus to the Third Music Room.
To be honest, though, she didn’t even know how these boys found the time to run a Host Club. They were all music students, weren’t they? She wondered. Didn’t they need time to practice and do whatever it was that rich music students did?
Suddenly, she tripped. A high-pitched giggle came from somewhere near her legs, but she couldn’t quite tell what it was. Slowly, she pulled herself upward, rubbing her knees where she’d fallen, and looked up to see the strangest creature she’d seen in her life.
The apparition giggled again. It was about four inches tall, with black hair, purple wings, and perhaps most shockingly, red eyes. It wore a tunic of royal purple and flew at her face, smacking her nose with its minute wand. “You can see me,” it laughed.
Haruhi stared at it, wondering if she hadn’t hit her head a little too hard when she fell. For the moment, she would assume she had. “What on earth are you?” she asked it weakly.
“Me?” The spectre smacked her nose with its wand again. “How rude! I’m the resident music fairy of Ouran Academy!”
“Oh,” Haruhi replied. She was now quite sure that she’d hit her head a bit too hard and had had a concussion. After all, what on earth did a music fairy want with her? She contemplating going to the nurse, at least as soon as this thing stopped hitting her nose with its wand. “Well, I think you’ve got the wrong person, because I’m not in the music program,” she told it, hoping it would go away.
“I have not,” the fairy told her, whacking her nose with its wand again. She really wished it would stop doing that. “Well, I would stop it, you know, if you would get over this stupid idea of yours that you’ve got a concussion. I’m real, and you tripped over me.” It giggled again.
“Oh,” Haruhi said obstinately. She was surprised that it knew what she was thinking, but then, that probably went to show that this was a figment of her imagination or something. “Well, I still think that you’ve got the wrong person. I’m not a music student.” She got up and dusted herself off; it would do no good to show up to the Host Club in even a vaguely dusty, dirty state. Kyouya would just add to her debt, more than he probably would for being late, anyway. “Well, I’m running a little behind, so I have to go,” she told it, hoping it would just disappear, because she didn’t feel like she had a concussion. Of course, that didn’t mean she didn’t have one, and for once she found that she rather hoped that she did. “Err, it’s been nice talking to you. . .” she said to it, still figuring it would be best to be polite. She continued her dash down the hallway.
“Hey!” it yelled after her. “You can’t just leave like that!”
She kept on running until she finally made it to the Third Music Room. Entering, she shut the door after her and turned around to find the room empty. Where was everyone? she wondered. She was at least ten minutes late, and the room, by now, was usually chattering with noise and complaints and Tamaki’s overly-loud and overly-dramatic voice.
“Hey, I told you, you can’t just leave like that!” Turning to face the source of the noise, she found that the fairy was watching her from a corner. It gave her a wicked grin, its red eyes glowing. It was working on lifting up a vase – a very expensive looking vase, in fact – as it huffed at her. “You know about the contest, right? The big music contest with Seiso and Lobelia’s? Anyway, you’re competing in it.”
Haruhi blanched. “No. No, I’m not,” she informed it. “I told you, didn’t I? I said you had the wrong person! I’m not a music student, I don’t play an instrument, and I don’t even sing! Please put that down!”
“I won’t!” it gasped at her. The weight of the vase was clearly straining it. Haruhi dashed over to try to pull it away from the sprite, only to be more frustrated as the fairy pulled it up out of her reach. “Back off, Fujioka-san! You’re going to be in this contest because I say you are, and if you don’t . . .” It plunged dangerously.
“But I can’t play an instrument or anything!” Haruhi replied desperately. “Put that down!”
“I’ll take care of that! Just . . . do . . . it!” it growled out, gritting its teeth as it rose upward, dropping about half a foot for each foot it rose.
Haruhi really could not see a way out of this one unless she wanted to add another $80 000 debt to her name. “Okay, okay, just put it down!” she said, and heaved a sigh of relief as the fairy unsteadily put the vase – intact – back onto its stand. Seconds later, an instrument case smacked her over the head, followed shortly thereafter by a hefty load of books and sheet music (which, mind, she couldn’t read).
“I’m glad that you saw sense, Fujioka Haruhi-san!” The fairy said to her, a wicked grin again gracing its features. Haruhi, with a slight shiver, noted that its teeth were pointed. It zipped off in the direction of the doorway, only to run headfirst into Honey, who was the first of the Host Club to enter the room.
Honey looked down at the fairy.
The fairy smiled up at him.
“Ah, I see! I was wondering!” Honey bounced gleefully over to Haruhi, who was sitting in a pile of books, sheet music, and instrument case looking decidedly unhappy. “Haru-chan, Haru-chan, you’re in the competition too!”
Haruhi turned slowly to the loli-shota boy, with a glare worthy of the Shadow King, or perhaps of Honey himself in a sweets-deprived state. “What,” she asked, enunciating her words, “was that?”
“The music fairy of the school, of course,” Kyouya walked in, taking in the scene for potential damages. “He shows up every three years in concordance with the competition. St. Lobelia’s and Seiso have them too. He didn’t break anything, did he? It’s going onto your debt if he did.”
“. . . What?” Haruhi asked, before being attacked by a violet-eyed, blond second-year.
“Haruhi, Haruhi, my darling daughter Haruhi has been chosen by the fairy for the competition! Ohhh, Otou-san is so proud of you! Okaa-san, Okaa-san, isn’t it wonderful? Now the competition is going to be the Host Club against the other schools! We’re practically guaranteed to win! The school will support us and we’ll become heroes!” A slightly distant look appeared in his eyes as he imagined what would happen if (no, once, he corrected himself mentally) he won. “Yes, Haruhi!” he said, clearly in rapture with what he was imagining. “Yes, I won it all for you, aren’t you proud of your dear Otou-san? Oh, you’re so cuuute!”
Haruhi ignored him. He was clearly in one of his raving mad moods.
“Would someone please explain things to me?” Haruhi asked dryly, picking herself up from the floor and untangling herself from Tamaki. She was starting to get a mild headache
“Oh, oh!” Honey-senpai butted back in. “Well, every three years, there’s a competition between the three top music schools in Japan, which are Ouran, Seiso, and St. Lobelia’s, and there are seven competitors from each school. Two are chosen from each year, usually the top two music students in the year, and the seventh competitor from each school is chosen by the school’s respective fairies.”
“The fairy for Seiso Academy is named Lili – He’s blond and he’s an emotional, dramatic idiot, like Tono,” Kaoru said, Hikaru standing beside him. “The fairy for St. Lobelia’s Girls’ Academy is a feisty little one called Mei.”
“But the one for Ouran. . .” Hikaru added.
“Is our favourite!” They chimed together, simultaneously sliding their arms around her, other hands on their hips.
“He’s a very chaotic fairy,” Hikaru said with a wicked grin. “Everywhere he goes, it’s said he causes trouble.”
“Which is why,” Kaoru added, an identical grin gracing his face, “He’s called Melee.”
“Get your hands off my daughter!” Tamaki said, snatching Haruhi back from the clutches of the twins and into his own. “Oh, I’m so proud of you for being chosen! Don’t worry! Otou-san will make sure that you do well!”
“What instrument do you play, Haruhi?” Kyouya turned to her, pushing his iron-rimmed glasses up onto the bridge of his nose.
“Oh.” She blinked. “I don’t know yet.”
“Well, open your instrument case, silly!” Honey-senpai told her cheerily. He had climbed onto Mori’s shoulders as he said this. “Let’s all have a look!”
Haruhi sighed as the boys crowded around her, shaking Tamaki off of her. Evidently her music school friends were not going to take sympathy on her for being shoved into the competition like this. She unsnapped the lock on the music case to find a clarinet.
“Ahh, good,” Kyouya said. “Kaoru plays bass clarinet, so he’ll be able to help you if you need it. After all, there’s no arguing with the fairy.” He pushed his glasses up his nose. “By the way, any damages it incurs will be added to your debt.”
Hikaru and Kaoru grinned widely at this, but Tamaki immediately protested.
“Kyouya,” he whined, “How can you leave her to the twins? It’s not as if the clarinet and the bass clarinet are that similar! There’s a whole octave difference! And surely someone with more experience should teach her – They’re still in their first year! It would be more appropriate for someone who is at least in his second year and who is at the top of the class to help her!”
“The written music is exactly the same, Tono,” Kaoru said wickedly, “So there shouldn’t be any problems.”
“Yeah, and the keynotes are the same, aren’t they, Kaoru?” Hikaru found fit to chime in. “You don’t know the keynotes, do you, Tono? So there’s no need for you to bother. We’ll take care if it all, right, Kaoru?”
“So it’s settled – Hikaru and Kaoru will help Haruhi prepare for the contest,” Kyouya finished. The twins smirked.
Tamaki fled to his corner of woe, sobbing about how the world was conspiring against him.
“Ahh, yes,” Kyouya smiled slightly, ignoring the blonde boy’s antics. “And just so everyone knows, we are required to attend a competitor’s dinner in three nights. These competitions are, of course, meant to foster community between our schools. And to ensure that we all go, the first selection theme will be introduced at that meeting.” With that, the Shadow King closed his notebook with a snap. “I suggest you all practice,” he told them, and left.
Honey and Mori also took their leave, Honey chattering with excitement about the upcoming competition. Tamaki, quickly recovered once he heard the word “practice,” occupied his usual place behind the piano in the room, glaring rather ominously at the twins. Hikaru pulled out his music books.
“So, Haruhi,” Kaoru smiled. “First things first: reading sheet music.”
End Chapter One: A Not So Musical Beginning