DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. Original idea by Hatori Bisco. I own nothing except my OCs, plot, and etc...

A/N: This chapter, as well as the other seven chapters, have been edited.

Chapter 1

The Beginning

Setting: In Class 2-A or more commonly known as Tamaki and Kyouya's classroom

It was a relatively quiet and peaceful day. Students were chatting, good students were studying, and teachers were doing their jobs. It was like any other day. That is before…

"Eh?! Okaa-san is going to live on his own?" Tamaki shrieked as Kyouya narrowed his eyes. Everyone in the room stared at the two (mostly Tamaki) intently. Tamaki, who was used to being stared at, didn't care.

Kyouya on the other hand felt uneasy. "Yes Tamaki, I am going to live on my own." He said quietly. "And please keep your voice down."

"But Kyouya," Tamaki said in an exaggerated whisper. "Doesn't it bother you? You'll be all alone."

The Shadow King sighed. "No it doesn't." He said plainly.

Tamaki was about to say something when the teacher went inside the room. Immediately the students rushed to their seats and kept quiet. Kyouya took out his book from his bag and opened it, ignoring Tamaki who was gesturing to him to look in his direction. 'Why did we have to be seatmates?' Kyouya thought.

But it really didn't bother Kyouya at all that he was going to live on his own. In fact, he'd prefer that rather than living with his family. It gave him a chance to be independent. He already knew how to cook so food was no problem. He'd get use to cleaning and doing the laundry. There really was no problem at all with the situation at hand.

"Kyouya." Tamaki said.

Kyouya looked at Tamaki's direction and glared at him. "What?"

Tamaki cupped his hands in his mouth and said, "When are you going to move out?"

It took a couple of seconds before Kyouya replied. "Today."

Ring! Ring! Ring!

I jolted upright in my bed. I looked around for the source of the noise and it turned out to be the alarm on my cell phone. The phone kept ringing so I turned the alarm off. Then I realized that I wasn't in my bed or even in my bedroom, I was in the living room. I guess I fell asleep on the sofa. Again. Work hooked me in and didn't let go until three a.m. Again.

I sat up straight, looked at the table and frowned. Books disarranged, papers everywhere, pencils either on the table or the floor. It was a mess! I looked at the clock on the wall and decided to organize the mess in front of me, since I had about fifteen minutes to spare.

It took a while but I managed to organize it all. After that I went to the bath room and took a bath. Then I changed into my school uniform. I grabbed a muffin on my way out, since I had no time to make breakfast. I opened the shoe closet that was near the door and took out my school shoes. I grabbed my bag and went out.

"Ow." A guy said in an unusually calm fashion when my door accidentally hit him when I opened it. The guy was wearing a black coat and tie and even wore sunglasses. The glasses made him look like some spy or something. Or better yet, a government agent.

"I'm sorry." I said.

The guy looked at me. I couldn't tell what his expression was since the sunglasses concealed his eyes. He was carrying a box filled with, well stuff I guess. The box looked kind of heavy because the guy was sweating. A lot.

"No, it's okay." He said. "I shouldn't have leaned on your door in the first place. My colleagues and I are loading stuff to our boss's room, you see."

Colleagues? I looked around and sure enough there were two more guys wearing black coats and ties just like him. They also wore sunglasses. Is that the trend nowadays? The guys continued loading boxes inside the room next to mine.

I checked my watch and I was almost late. I bowed to the man I had just met and went down. My apartment was at the third floor and a floor below me was where Kaya lived. When I got to the second floor, I saw Kaya smiling, being as cheerful as always. She greeted me and I greeted her. Handing me a bento, she wished me a good day.

I should probably tell you who I am. My name is Miyuki Takayagi. I'm seventeen years old and I'm in my second year in high school. As you could probably tell I live by myself. I've been living alone for three years now. My parents and my older brother decided to go back to Italy since they missed the place so much. Yes, I'm Italian. Only half though. My father's the one who's Japanese, and my mother is the Italian.

As I was walking to school I passed by my favorite book store. Unfortunately, they still didn't have the book I was looking for, it's entitled "Divine Comedy" and no it has nothing to do with comedy. Unless you consider a man going through the different stages of hell and seeing countless people suffer is funny then maybe it is a comedy.

I'm a bookworm by nature. And the fact that my mother is a writer somehow helped. But the type of novels that my mother writes aren't really my type at all. She writes romantic stories, which I'm told that they are good but I'm not really sure. I prefer horror and psychological thrillers than romance and drama and whatnot. Romance is… awkward? All that love and passion stuff always bewilders me.

Remember the job I mentioned earlier? It has something to do with the genres horror and psychological. I'm a mangaka and I've also written a couple of novels. Although the name Miyuki Takayagi isn't known for horror mangas or novels, but the name Shinji Tamura is. Shinji Tamura is my nom de plume. My parents thought it would be a good idea to use a penname instead of my real name. My job might get in the way with my studies they say. Kaya, the cheerful woman who packs me a bento every school day, is my ever supportive editor/guardian/sister figure. She has long black hair, which she usually wears down, and brown eyes that shows her wisdom and understanding. I think she's twenty-eight or something, she never told me her real age. I wonder why.

I arrived in school and saw many students coming inside, all of them talking animatedly to their friends. I didn't really have that many friends in school. Though, there are advantages to not having friends. Like, you don't really have to wait for anyone when you have to go somewhere. And you'd never have to worry about keeping a conversation. So I was alright with not having that many friends.

The bell rang so I hurriedly went inside my classroom. I sat down on my chair and took out my book.

Somehow, the morning classes went by quicker than usual. But that's mostly because I kind of slept most of the time. I guess the two hours of sleep didn't do it. Thank God I studied last night though, or else I couldn't have answered the math question sensei asked me to answer.

The bell rang again, signaling lunch time. I went to my favorite place to eat. It was the empty space outside the school library. But to get there you have to climb out of the farthest window inside the library. I liked that place since it's so quiet and peaceful. A good place to take a nap, I mean uh study.

I opened my bento and started eating. Kaya made this bento for me, she always makes my lunch. It's one of our agreements. She said that she'll be the one to make my lunch since she didn't trust what the cafeteria has to offer.

I was eating peacefully until, "Takayagi Miyuki. Please report to the principal's office immediately. I repeat, Takayagi Miyuki, please report to the principal's office immediately." The loud booming voice said.

Oh no, is this about the blown up water fountain? I swear I didn't do it. Maybe I had something to do with it, but not all of it.

I stood up and walked to the principal's office. 'I'm sure I can explain to her what really happened then she'll forgive me.' I thought.

Little did I know that what was in store for me in the dreaded principal's office was much worse than I could ever imagine.

Kyouya's POV

"No Tamaki. You will not go to my house today." I said for the fiftieth time today. Tamaki's persistence always gives me a headache.

"But Okaa-san I need to check if your apartment is safe." Tamaki said while giving me the puppy eyes, which fortunately didn't, nor ever will, work on me. Checking the safety of my apartment? As if I'd ever believe that.

It was lunch time and we were sitting in a table in the cafeteria. Hikaru and Kaoru were there as well. Hunny-senpai and Mori-senpai had kendo practice. Haruhi was eating her lunch in her classroom, avoiding her "Daddy". Which now that I think about it, I should be doing as well.

"So Kyouya-senpai…

"is living all by himself now?" Hikaru and Kaoru said.

I sighed. No point in lying. "Yes."

The twins smiled deviously, their signature gesture, which meant nothing but trouble.

"So Kyouya," Tamaki said. "Where exactly is your apartment?" A hint of mischief in his tone.

I glared at him, my universal sign for if-you-do-something-stupid-I'll-kill-you.

Tamaki shrunk. Then suddenly his face lit up. "Alright Kyouya, we won't come with you to your house." Tamaki said unconvincingly. "Hikaru, Kaoru, let's have a little talk." He said as he and the twins went to the corner and plan something stupid as usual.

I opened my mouth to say something but stopped. Who was I kidding? They'd go to my house whether I'd say so or not. It was only a matter of time before something horrible would go wrong. A regular day at Ouran indeed.

Hi! Thanks for taking time to read this fic, I hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me what you think of the first chapter. Criticisms are accepted.

BTW. The book that Miyuki mentioned, "Divine Comedy" really exists. It's Italian so I decided to put it here. My friend was the one who suggested it though. She said it was an interesting epic poem. I haven't read it though.