IMPORTANT EDIT! This is the new improved version, updated 2/23/2012 after I changed one of the characters and edited the story a little bit. Please, if you have read this story before 2/23, make sure you read this chapter again because it is different!

Tangled: Ouran Host Club Style

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran Host Club or any of its characters, nor do I own Tangled or the plot of Tangled or the dialogue of Tangled, but my epic ideas are mine and mine alone, bwa ha ha!

A/N: Yes, this is just what it sounds like. Except with a fair amount of crack behind it. The story had to be tweaked a little to accommodate everyone in the club, but in the end, I think everyone's been represented… fairly. *maniacal laughter* The transcript, and the chapter titles, were taken from (I shit you not) a POTC transcript site. Much love to that person. Since FF doesn't let you post links, review or PM me for the link. Anyways, please enjoy my strange take on TangledxOHC!

Chapter 1: The Lost Princess

The camera pans over a beautiful kingdom before zooming in on a tree in the forest, and onto a Wanted poster tacked to the tree. The poster features none other than the gorgeous blonde Tamaki Suoh. The portrait of the young man is very drab and does not flatter that incredible beauty he is so fond of showcasing. His voice can be heard in the background.

"This…" said in a very melodramatically quiet tone, "…is the story of how I died." Pause, then he resumes speaking in a normal and reassuring tone. "But don't worry, this is a fun story! And *sigh* the truth is, it isn't even mine. This is the story of a beautiful girl called Rapunzel, although she preferred to go by Haruhi. And it starts… with the sun."

The scene suddenly changes to the bright sun, and a drop of sunlight falls through the clouds, landing on a cliff and blossoming into a beautiful glowing golden flower.

"Once upon a time," Tamaki continues, "a single drop of sunlight fell from the heavens, and from this small drop of sun grew a magic… golden… flower."

A wrinkled and hunched-over old crone of a woman limps over to the flower, holding a lantern high. She leans down to touch the flower reverently.

"It had the ability to heal the sick and injured," Tamaki continues. "Oh, you see that old woman over there? You might wanna remember her. She's kind of important."

The scene changed again to a beautiful green hilltop, which is gradually covered with buildings and a large castle, showing the passage of time.

"Centuries passed, and a hop, skip, and a boat ride away, there grew a kingdom. The kingdom was ruled by a beloved king and queen."

An elegantly painted portrait of Haruhi's mother and father is shown for a moment.

"And the queen was about to have a baby. But she got sick. Really sick."

There is a view of Haruhi's pregnant mother lying in bed, attended to by servants and her worried husband. Soon guards and villagers are sailing away from the harbor with torches, searching the kingdom.

"She was running out of time, and that's when people start to look for a miracle. Or in this case, a magic golden flower."

The elderly woman from before can now be seen, carefully kneeling beside a basket that is covering the magic golden flower, lifting it up and touching the exposed petals.

"Ah, see, I told you she'd be important. You see, instead of sharing the sun's gift, this woman, Mother Benibara Gothel, hoarded its healing power and used it to keep herself young for hundreds of years. And all she had to do was sing a special song."

"Flower gleam a glow, let your power shine, make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine… what once was mine." And as Benibara finished the song in her soft gravelly voice, the flower glowed brightly, transforming her into a tall slender young woman with very short brownish-blonde hair, a delicately aristocratic face, and emotional gray-green eyes no longer clouded by age. She pats her smooth unwrinkled face and stands up straight, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. She looks up at the sky, lifts one hand gracefully up towards the heavens, and sings out, "LOBELIAAAAAAAAA!" Her voice is now clear and a little deeper than before. Pleased, she continues to stand on the cliff, singing to herself and enjoying the sound of her own voice.

Tamaki's voice-over continues. "Alright, you get the gist. She sings to it, she turns young. Creepy, right?"

"I heard that, you pig!" Benibara yells. Then she hears voices and she covers the flower with the basket again, but as she runs away, she accidentally knocks the basket off the flower with her lantern. As she hides, the guards spot the glowing flower.

"We found it!" they cheer. They quickly uproot the flower and cart it off, leaving Benibara fuming. The flower is then dropped into a cup of tea and given to the queen.

Tamaki's voice-over continues. "The magic of the golden flower healed the queen. A healthy baby girl, a princess, was born, with beautiful golden hair."

Now there is a shot of the young princess, with lovely glowing golden hair and gigantic brown eyes, being lovingly doted upon by the king and queen. She plays with a mobile with a pretty sun on it and is also given a tiara, which she plays with and tries to eat.

"I'll give you a hint… That's Haruhi. Isn't she just precious?" Tamaki can't help but to coo over her.

The scene changes to the parents standing on the balcony with their daughter. While the queen holds the baby, the king releases a paper lantern into the sky.

"To celebrate her birth, the kind and queen launched a flying lantern into the sky. And for that one moment, everything was perfect."

The lantern is shown floating up into the sky and then a beautiful full moon is shown. Everything is perfect and serene and tranquil.

"And then that moment ended."

Little Haruhi is sleeping in her crib, when the balcony door creaks open. An older-looking Benibara Gothel approaches the crib and touches Haruhi's hair.

"Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine." Haruhi's hair begins to glow and she slowly and carefully selects a strand to cut. "Make the clock re-" She gasps as she cuts the strand, because the moment her scissors sever the lock, it withers and turns brown in her hand. The youthful transformation that had begun while she was singing reverses itself instantly and she is an old woman again.

The king and queen are peacefully sleeping in their bedroom when they hear their daughter crying. They race into her room just in time to see Benibara holding the child and swishing out the door with a mocking laugh.

Tamaki's voice-over resumes again. "Benibara broke into the castle, stole the child, and just like that… gone! The kingdom searched and searched, but they could not find the princess. For deep within the forest, Benibara raised the child as her own."

Deep in the woods, in a hidden tower, Benibara sits brushing the golden hair of the small child in front of her, who sings as the woman brushes her hair.

"Save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine… what once was mine."

Benibara takes a deep breath and smiles as she turns into a young woman again.

"Benibara had found her new magic flower, but this time, she was determined to keep it hidden."

"Why can't I go outside?" Haruhi asks in a sweet childish voice.

"The outside world is a dangerous place filled with horrible, selfish people. You must stay here, where you're safe. Do you understand, flower?" Benibara asks gently.

"Yes Beni," Haruhi says, sticking her thumb in her mouth and staring at the fireplace as the fire goes out. The scene changes to the little girl tiptoeing down the stairs to stare out the tower window up at the night sky where she can see many lights rising up into the sky off in the distance.

Tamaki's voice-over continues. "But the walls could not hide everything. Each year, on her birthday, the king and queen released thousands of lanterns into the sky in hope that one day… their lost princess… would return."

The scene changes to the outside of the tower in the daytime. Then a small green chameleon scampers onto the windowsill, hiding behind a flowerpot and blending in with it. Haruhi pushes the window open with a snap, her large brown eyes sparkling with excitement.

"HA!" She looked around for a moment in confusion, then a smirk appears on her face and she begins talking out loud with just a slightly sarcastic inflection to her words. "Well, I guess Pascal's not hiding out here…"

As the chameleon begins to relax, he finds himself ensnared in a curl of her hair and he squeaks in dismay and turns back to green.

"Gotcha!" Haruhi exclaims happily. She unhooks him from her hair and cradles him gently. "That's 22 for me! How about 23 out of 45?"

Pascal glares at her.

"Okay, well, what do you wanna do?"

Pascal looks suddenly hopeful and points with his tail out the window.

"Yeahhhh, I don't think so." Haruhi picks up the tiny chameleon and sits him gently in her lap. "I like it in here, and so do you."

Pascal glares at her and sticks out his tongue.

"Oh come on, Pascal! It's not so bad in here."

She jumps up and starts running across the room, and we can now see that her golden hair is just incredibly insanely long and practically fills the whole room as it trails behind her. She uses her hair to open a roof window and let the sun shine into her little tower. As she scurries around to do chores, Haruhi starts singing (and unlike in the anime, she has an excellent voice right now!).

"Seven a.m., the usual morning lineup, start on the chores and sweep till the floor's all clean," she sang as she swept some dust into Pascal's face. "Polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shine up, sweep again and by then it's like 7:15."

She runs over to a bookshelf, which tragically only has three books on it, and she scoops them all up.

"And so I'll read a book, or maybe two or three, I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery." She can be seen painting on the walls, then doing the other activities as she sings about them. "I'll play guitar and knit and cook and basically… just wonder when will my life begin?"

Then she goes over to remove a pie from the oven and sniff it, then walks over to the fireplace, scaling it with her thumb and pulling out a box of paints and starts painting happily.

"Then after lunch, it's puzzles and darts and baking, paper-mache, a bit of ballet, and chess." She can be seen doing all these activities again. "Pottery and ventriloquism, candle-making. Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb, sew a dress!"

Pascal can be seen wearing a tiny dress with a very grumpy look on his face while Haruhi smiles happily. But as she continues her activities, she begins to look a little weary and disgruntled, suggesting that she really isn't as happy as she claims about being stuck in this tower.

"And I'll reread the books if I have time to spare, I'll paint the walls some more, I'm sure there's room somewhere. And then I'll brush and brush and brush and brush my hair," sang as she takes forever to do exactly that, "Stuck in the same place I've always been…"

She sits up in the rafters next to the ends of her hair and stares out the open roof window, seeing some birds flying across the perfect blue sky. A sad little sigh escapes her lips.

"And I'll keep wondering and wondering and wondering and wondering… When will my life begin?"

She jumps down from the rafters, throwing her long hair every which way and then coming to a stop by the window. She begins to sing again, but her voice is now soft and plaintive, practically pleading to some unseen force or deity.

"Tomorrow night the lights will appear… Just like they do on my birthday each year… What is it like out there where they glow… out there where they glow? Now that I'm older… Beni might just… let me go."

She approaches the painting over the fireplace, which has the night sky and those beautiful floating lights that appear on her birthday. She slowly paints herself, pink dress, long flowing blonde hair, and all, sitting on a hill watching the lights, away from her tower, finally free. Her lip trembles just a little as she puts the fitting touches on the picture. When she finishes, she falls backwards into a chair and stares longingly up at the painting with a sad little sigh.

A/N: Yes, there it was. The sweet and very non-crack introduction. Sorry about that. But I have promised crack and I will deliver when the boys show up, because lord knows that they spontaneously generate trouble wherever they go… bwahaha!