Well, as I promised, here is the first chapter of the HikaHaru story. I'm on a roll, ne? I hope that you guys enjoy this.

I'd like to give a special thanks to my beta .tofu-melon! She's so freakin' awesome!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters...though I wish I owned Tamaki's heart. (evil laughter)

Fujioka Haruhi stared at herself in the body long mirror in her room. The long dress that was as yellow as buttercups flowed down to her ankles, billowing out at the bottom beautifully and accenting her brown new shoes. The white collar and red tie in the middle completed the outfit.

Her new Ouran Academy uniform.

She debated on whether or not to style her hair in any way- a red or yellow ribbon? A simple braid going down the side, or a small ponytail on one side?

After contemplating this she shrugged and walked away from the mirror without giving another thought to her hair. It was short now anyways. What would be the point in styling it? A small smile tugged at her lips. Shorter hair was better because she did not have to do anything to it, it was much more manageable. At that point Haruhi decided that she would wear her hair short for awhile.

She walked around the corner and stopped when she spotted a maid fluffing a pillow in one of the many living rooms of her home. "Ah...excuse me. Kotoko-san, is it?" she asked. Haruhi tried to remember all of the names of her maids and butlers, but it was always a hard task to come by considering it seemed as if they hired new servants every hour of the day.

The young maid looked up, smiled and nodded. "Fujioka-san, is there something I can do for you? Your limo is waiting for you, if that's what you were wondering."

"I was actually wondering where my father was." Haruhi replied, tugging at her dress unconsciously as she spoke. She had never been quite fond of wearing dresses, though she was always required to do so- perhaps that was the reason why.

Kotoko's smile wavered for a second, but soon she easily feigned cheerfulness again and shook her head. "I'm afraid that your father hasn't returned from his trip yet."

"He said he was going to see me off to my first day of school..." Haruhi muttered, more to herself than to the maid, her face hardening a bit.

Kotoko opened her mouth to say something, but did not and would not ever get the chance because in a flurry of white skirts and a loud voice Haruhi was swept away by none other than her own personal teacher/maid Motosuwa Chigusa.

"Haruhi-san. I've never been the one to scorn you or anything along those lines..." (which was a complete and total lie) "but you never cease to amaze me. To be prompt is to be smart. I've always taught you that. I suppose being late to Ouran is your way of being rebellious? Such a shame you are sometimes."

Haruhi did not reply. By now she knew that when Chigusa was on a role, there was nothing that could change her mind. Chigusa was like her adoptive mother ever since the day her own biological mother had pasted away. Since her father was almost always away on business Chigusa filled in the roles of both father and mother. Haruhi loved her for it, but sometimes Chigusa could be a handful.

She wasted no time in ushering Haruhi into her vehicle, clucking her teeth and shaking her head, though by now it was only a pretend anger that Chigusa was showing. When Haruhi was secure and comfortable in the back of the flashy white vehicle Chigusa gave a small smile and ruffled Haruhi's hair affectionately.

"Your mother would be so proud..." she whispered.

Haruhi gave her what she hoped was a sad yet happy smile. The truth was, Haruhi did not feel as if she had made anyone proud at all. Getting into Ouran was not something she felt a sense of pride about. Even if she had failed the admission exam she would've still been allowed into the school because of her family's status in Japan. They were rich. Ouran was a school for rich kids and other than Lobelia, Haruhi's father and Chigusa and even her mother had always planned on her going to this school.

She hadn't worked hard for it. This was all planned out, just like the rest of her life.

"Dad's not going to make it, is he?" she asked, a coldness to her voice that she hadn't purposely come out.

Chigusa's smile faltered. "We got a call this morning...he said he wouldn't be able to make it on account of-"

"Of course not." Haruhi cut in, turning her head in the opposite direction so that she wouldn't have to look at Chigusa' expression. "It's fine. He'll come this weekend."

"Of course!" Chigusa brightened and nodded, taking her body out of the vehicle and closing the door. "Have a wonderful day at school Haruhi-san."

'Right...' Haruhi thought blankly but smiled cutely and nodded, just as she had been taught to do. Even when she was feeling down, Haruhi was never allowed to show just how much she was hurting. She was, after all, a Fujioka. She was the daughter of one of the richest men in Japan.

The only thing wrong with that...was that she hated it.

The incessant chatter that was going on in the classroom was probably more than Haruhi had ever heard. All of her father's parties had involved the adults standing in small groups, talking in indoor voices. Of course, if the adults weren't interested in doing that they were always interested in making her feel like a butterfly under a magnifying glass while she pretended to be the polite little marry-worthy daughter she was supposed to be.

When the teacher had first introduced her, they had cut the chatting and stared at her with wide eyes. She could've sworn she had heard a low whistle but subjected to thinking that it was only her imagination as she found an available seat. Choosing not to sit with anyone, she sat in between two other empty desks.

Once she had been seated the class once again erupted into a loud and unexplainable babble that Haruhi had to try her best to ignore. The teacher was busy writing the day's lesson on the board and did not say anything to calm the class down.

Haruhi sighed and tuned into the conversations. What surprised her was that they all seemed to be fairly similar.

"Did you see them?"

"Their sort of...handsome, in a way. A rugged way, perhaps."

"Did you see the tall one?"

"Did you see the short one?"

"Did you see the twins?"

Haruhi blinked. Twins were rare to come across, sure, but the way that person had said it...something was definitely off about these conversations. Why did they sound so awed over a tall person, a short person?

"Did you see the commoners?"

Haruhi flinched. Commoners? Haruhi twisted, prepared to finally use her voice and join in the conversation, prepared to ask what the heck they were talking about. But the moment she opened her mouth the room fell into a strange, sudden and complete silence.

Haruhi, shocked and a bit scared by the sudden silence, turned back around and looked forward as all the other students were doing.

Twins.

Like everyone else's, Haruhi's eyes widened just a bit at the sight of them. They were slender boys with red hair and golden, scrutinizing eyes. This would not have been so strange, had it not been for their outfits. They were not wearing the Ouran uniform. They wore matching jeans and shirts, their shirts nothing special at all. In fact, if you looked close enough you could see that one of the boy's pants were stitched up just at the bottom. Their gym shoes were dirty and caked with what a lot of the girls in the classroom prayed wasn't mud. Of course, it was.

The teacher was blinking, apparently trying to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him or not. Once he realized that these two were really standing in front of him, he gave an awkward smile and fumbled for the right words. "I...I suppose you two are the transfer students?"

"Who else would we be?" came his answer from the two simultaneously. The class gave a collective gasp. The teacher seemed to almost fall over in shock.

Instead, he cleared his throat and said sternly, "Then I suppose you won't mind introducing yourselves."

The twins rolled their eyes, turned to the class and said together, "We're Hitachiin Hikaru and Kaoru."

"Anything you would like the class to know about you?"

"No."

"...alright then." the teacher seemed somewhat thrown off by the boys blunt and rude manner. Never before had he come across two people that were so...impossible. All of the children at Ouran had been raised to be polite and respectable people. Obviously, these transfer students did not have that sort of upbringing. "Class...Hikaru-kun and Kaoru-kun are here from the special scholarship that our director has given out. Since they are in our class, it's obvious that these two are very smart. Please treat them kindly."

The class did not chorus a "hai!" or "un!," for there was complete silence as Hikaru and Kaoru made their way to the only two available seats left in the classroom.

Haruhi could feel herself becoming hot. Why was it that these boys were making her so nervous? Their eyes were penetrating her, and suddenly she knew why they and everyone else was staring at her so hardly.

She was occupying the only space where they could be next to each other.

Haruhi was totally prepared to move out of their way but then something in her mind awakened.

Why should she move? She had been sitting here first after all. Unless they asked her nicely, she refused to move. And she could bet a million dollars that they would not ask nicely.

The room was completely still when the Hitachiin twins stared down at Haruhi and in return she stared up at them. She, unfortunately, was the first to blink.

"Aren't you going to move?" they asked, their voices dripping with something that made her want to shiver.

"Not unless you ask me to politely."

They stared at her with blank expressions, and Haruhi could tell what they were thinking. They were wondering if it was a good idea to be rude to her. Finally, they spoke.

"Can you move?"

Haruhi sighed, figuring that that was as far to polite as they were going to get. She moved her stuff to the seat down and the two boys slowly slipped into the two empty seats. The one that was sitting right next to her cast a glance her way before quickly back ahead.

The class muttered and buzzed while Haruhi grew increasingly uncomfortable. The teacher, finally out of his daze from his new students bizarre attitudes, gained control of the class and started to teach.

The rest of the period was numbly uneventful. Haruhi couldn't help but notice that one of the twins paid more attention to the lesson than the other did. The one not paying much attention continually passed his brother notes.

It wasn't until lunch time that Haruhi saw the rest of them. She was new, so she obviously did not have any friends to sit with. Even though she did have some of the others from middle school, she realized that she had no intention of sitting with them. The little people she had talked to that day were not in the same lunch period as her, so she would have to find someone to sit with.

Haruhi looked around, her tray of wonderful smelling food in her hands. That's when she saw them: the Hitachiin twins were sitting at a table by themselves. The news of their attitudes had quickly spread across the entire school, and people whispered behind their backs, wondering what their problem was.

That's when the blond showed up.

His sparkling blue eyes twinkled when he saw the Hitachiin twins. He practically ran over to the table and slammed his bag of what Haruhi guessed was his lunch down onto the table. The twins did not look up at him no matter how much of a spectacle the blond made of himself.

Haruhi sat at the end of a fairly occupied table, not really interested in the people sitting there but she figured that it was at least a good place to sit. Besides, she could see the action easily from here.

The perceptive girl did not fail to notice a raven-haired boy with glasses that, upon seeing Tamaki, tried to make a u-turn out of there. Haruhi almost laughed out loud- his face was momentarily covered in pure fear.

"Ah! Kyouya! You're here too?! Come and sit with us!"

The blond was so loud that he could be heard from across the lunchroom. The spectacled boy visibly twitched before turning back around and making his way to the table.

Finally, the last of the scholarship students came into the lunchroom. "Oh, look! It's Tama-chan!"

"Honey-sempai! Welcome!"

The lunchroom buzzed with chatter. The small blond and the tall senior were making their way over to the table. "So all of the commoners know each other, eh?"

Haruhi looked over to the people at their table. A girl nodded and said, sympathy lacing her words, "I hear that the commoners' world is very small. They probably all lived next to each other."

"Ah...pity..." a boy agreed. "Well at least they have each other, ne? And that Suoh doesn't have a bad vibe like those twins do. Haninozuka isn't so bad either once you get past the fact that he's a senior."

There was agreement all across the table. Haruhi turned her attention back to the now dubbed "commoner table." The person she now identified as Suoh was chatting merrily away while eating away at his boxed lunch. The Haninozuka seemed to be munching on a giant cookie while the others ate their own home-made lunches.

"Hey...maybe we should go talk to them," the boy suggested, and all around their was another chorus agreement from his friends.

"It's lonely going to a new school. We should be friends with Suoh and the others!"

The group of kids stood up and dramatically marched over to the commoner table. Haruhi sweat dropped. 'They say it's lonely going to a new school...and yet I get no attention at all.'

Suoh's eyes sparkled, and he announced to them loud enough so that everyone else in the lunchroom would also know, "I'm Suoh Tamaki! These are my friends, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Morinozuka Takashi, Ootori Kyouya, and Hitachiin Hikaru and Kaoru."

The other students introduced themselves to the scholarship students, and soon more and more people were gathering around the commoners table- which incidentally, could not really be called the commoners table anymore.

Haruhi smiled. People at Ouran were weird- but at least they were nice...albeit, in a very weird way.

That's when the unexpected happened.

One of the twins slammed his hands down on the table, shouted, "That's it! I can't take anymore of this crap," picked up his books, and turned to march out of the cafeteria.

"Hikaru!" his brother said, finally giving the students a glimpse at who was who. Obviously, Hikaru was the angry one. The one Haruhi could now identify as Kaoru chased after his brother.

The lunchroom stared in shock as the twins exited. Slowly, their attention turned back to Tamaki, as if asking him what to do in this strange situation. Tamaki's enthusiastic charm seemed have melted away; he was now reduced to a melancholy character that had no twinkle in his eyes.

Looking into those eyes, Haruhi found herself in a trance. Those eyes knew something that she did not know, which bothered her. Those eyes knew the life story of the Hitachiin twins, and Haruhi could tell, it was not a happy story.

The rest of the day, Haruhi noticed that Hikaru seemed to be even more moody than he had been that morning. This was not much of a surprise, though it did make her want to roll her eyes and tell him to "get over it." He was a jerk to any teacher he came across, to the students that were trying to be nice to him and anyone else who crossed his path.

It was as if he did not want to breathe the air of Ouran Academy. Haruhi twitched. If she really thought about it, that gave her something to have in common with Hikaru and possibly Kaoru as well. Still, she wasn't the one acting like a total jack-ass.

Haruhi sighed and wondered where she could go to have some peace and quiet during her free period. She was standing in the middle of a hallway, students passing her without a second glance. The library had been full of talking and gossiping teenagers, so there was no way she could study in there.

Her fingers glided across the smooth wall as she walked and walked. Finally, she came across a room. "I hope its empty..." she muttered as she stepped into the room. What she saw actually surprised her.

Music- a sweet, melancholy playing- filled her ears and seemed to surround her, almost engulfing her whole. She looked ahead at a person she recognized as Suoh Tamaki, his eyes closed, his body swaying a bit as his fingers danced across the keys of a grand piano.

She didn't think it would be wise to interrupt such a beautiful song, such a precious moment, so she waited. When Tamaki played the last note out to the end, she smiled and said, "That was really nice."

The blond opened his eyes and jumped a little. He blinked and tilted his head to the side, then smiled graciously at her. "Thank you," he said. It was the first time she had actually heard him speak without yelling. "I didn't know you were there," he laughed a little, rubbing the back of his head.

"Eh- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. I was just looking for a place to study," she replied, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. She was looking for a place to be alone, and then she turned around and invaded someone else's privacy.

"It's alright!" Tamaki laughed and stood up. "It's nice to have company once in awhile, right? Oh, and I'm Suoh Tamaki. It's nice to meet you."

"I'm Fujioka Haruhi," she said. Her eyes looked past Tamaki, to a chair in the corner of the room. "You wouldn't mind if I study here would you? It's not very quiet anywhere else in this school..."

"Of course I don't mind! Ah, my friend is coming here too. He'll be quiet. Kyouya doesn't really talk much."

'The boy with the horrified expression?' Haruhi wondered as she took a seat. He seemed more annoyed by Tamaki than he wanted to be friends with him. Haruhi didn't have too much time to ponder over it, or even ask Tamaki though, because a couple of minutes later the Ootori stepped into the room.

Tamaki immediately pounced onto him, creating a huge scene where Kyouya ended up almost toppling over and threatening the other boy before Tamaki slunk away from him.

"Oh! Kyouya! This is Fujioka Haruhi. She wanted to study here. I suppose we all had the same idea!"

Haruhi watched as Kyouya's gray eyes swept over her. Slowly, a smirk came upon his lips, his eyes sparkling momentarily before he spoke. "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Fujioka."

"Likewise..." Haruhi replied. There was something about this guy that made her want to run away as fast as her feet would take her. He turned and went to the opposite side of the room. Without being too obvious, Haruhi watched him. He pulled a laptop from the case he had been carrying with him. She noticed how scratched up it was and wondered how damaged the screen itself was.

"Oh great. They're here too."

Haruhi, Tamaki and Kyouya looked up, surprised by the new voice that had entered the room. Hikaru stood in the doorway, looking for all he was worth upset at the sight of them in the room. His brother stood beside him, his eyes wandering over all of the familiar faces. Haruhi could've sworn that he lingered on her longer than anyone else.

"Let's go Kaoru. We'll find somewhere else to-"

"I don't think we're going to find another place." Kaoru said quickly. He seemed to grow uncomfortable at his brother's intense gaze. Thankfully, Hikaru's gaze softened and he sighed.

"Fine. We'll stay here then." With that, the Hitachiin twins made their way into the room. Kyouya made a small sound in the back of throat and went back to typing away at his laptop. Tamaki stared at the twins quite openly as his fingers gently touched the piano, though he did not play. Haruhi bit her lip and tried to return to her schoolwork.

The twins chose a large window and sat on the ledge of it, each of them staring out the window at the large Ouran campus.

"...Hikaru-kun? Kaoru-kun?" Tamaki finally said, his eyes looking over at them. They did not respond, so Tamaki continued, "If you're going to be in here, it would at least be better if you would greet the young lady."

They still did not respond.

"It's alright," Haruhi spoke up. She didn't want to see any tension fly between the twins and Tamaki; poor Tamaki looked as if he would be roasted alive by the moody twins. "I've already met them."

"Oh? Is that so? How?" Tamaki asked, pure curiosity in his voice.

"We're in the same class?"

"Really?!" Large eyes. "Kyouya and I happen to be in the same class as well. Honey-sempai and Mori-sempai are also in the same class."

"Who are they?" Haruhi asked, though she had a good idea who.

"They are cousins, seniors actually. I believe you saw them in the lunch room. They look like opposites of each other. They were the last two scholarship students."

"And where are they now?"

"The third years must have a different free period than us." Kyouya said, as if it were obvious. "Fujioka, this is your first day here as well?"

"Yeah...." Haruhi said.

"Oh! So we're in the same vote." Tamaki jumped up from his seat. He nodded. He walked circles around the piano. He nodded and walked at the same time. "Yes. I do believe it's fate!"

Everyone, even the twins, turned their attention to Tamaki.

He continued, spreading his arms out to all of them. "Including the third years, I believe that it is destiny that the seven of us start the Ouran High School Host Club!"

A/N: Well, if you enjoyed or did not enjoy then review! But if you dare to flame me, I shall...roast marshmellows. Neko-chan loves marshmellows. Anyways- the HikaHaru will slowly but surely progress as the story goes on. So leave me your comments please. Thanks for reading!