Deals. How Much I Love Them.

Ouran Academy; school of the rich and famous. It's also the school where all shades of pink and blue covered most of the walls and the floors. Can't you just smell the "rich" in the air? Well, it's everywhere on campus.

Our story takes off right after the bell rings, signaling the end of the day and for everybody to go home. Well, mostly everybody.

'One, two. One, two. One, two. Three.'

There was still a couple of students left in the school doing god knows whatever. This particular student, though, just wanted to go home and eat. But no, she had to meet her friend all the way on the third floor just to check something out. So now here she was, counting the steps in somewhat irregular patterns to kill time.

RooooaaaAAAAARRRRRR! A manly voice sang out on repeat in the empty halls and, not fazed from the sudden noise, the young lady continued until the top step to silence the voice . . . by answering her phone.

"Hey, Carrie! Are you there yet?" the voice on the receiving boomed, not waiting for a greeting.

"I'm almost there Cam," Carrie instantly said with an accent laced voice as she continued walking, "Are you done with whatever you had to do?"

"Yup, yup! You go in without me, okay? Bye!" Cam quickly said and hung up the call without waiting for a goodbye in return.

'Well, okay,' Carrie thought to herself as she approached her destination. As double doors came into sight on the baby pink walls, she took a deep breath and pushed the light pink doors open. Rose petals immediately flew out followed by a bright white light, causing Carrie to shield her eyes.

"Welco-" started a group of harmonious and soothing voice.

"God dammit! I'm blind!"

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When Carrie opened her eyes after a few minutes of rapid blinking, she didn't know if she was in Ouran anymore. 7 boys stood wearing clothing she couldn't recognize very well. Were those togas? The whole room was decorated to be of a country she's never been to. Everything was, in short, foreign to her.

'Cosplay?' Carrie momentarily thought before she observed the group of boys in front of her. The first she noticed was a tall, pale-blonde headed male with violet eyes sitting in a "throne" placed in the center in the group. He was in what could only be a prince outfit since he had a lot more shiny things on him than the rest of the males in the room. He was basically wearing a cloth that Carrie could only guess was made to be a "man-dress" type of thing that ended at the knees. He even had a blue cape, connected by a semi-big gold oval fastener, which reached past his knees. A silver-colored leaf headdress snugly fit atop his head as a crown. As for shoes, he was wearing a sandal type of thing in a golden color that reached a little above the ankles. He also had a thin, golden staff that was probably as tall as him standing.

Carrie's light gray eyes traveled to the person standing beside him to the left. He had short honey-blonde hair with hazel-brown eyes and looked like an elementary school student. He was wearing what appeared to be a warrior or soldier outfit from the same land they were cosplaying from. The small male was clad in linen shirt with metal armor plates on the shoulders. A bronze breastplate covered his chest and stomach, and shin guards covered his legs. He wore a bronze helmet with a tall crest on his head. To finish his outfit off, around his waist was a belt with a short sword, and he carried a shield and a spear. 'Are those real?' Carrie dreadfully thought to herself. She looked behind the short blonde to see a black-haired male wearing the same outfit as the shorter boy he was towering over.

She looked over to the person next to the tall male. He had black hair and, from what she could see underneath his glasses, dark eyes. Like the rest, he was wearing a toga, but not as flashy as the others. It was plain white, reaching his ankles, and had a long, dark purple sash from the top left of his shoulder to the bottom-right of his torso. He, too, had leather sandals, though they stopped at the ankles. He also had a gold arm bracelet on his right arm. Carrie continued on observing the rest of the group. A pair of auburn-haired twins were wearing the same outfit as the one in glasses, but they didn't have a sash like their fellow club members.

Carrie's eyes wandered over to the last member; a short, brown-headed male with large brown eyes. He wasn't wearing anything like the other males. His toga was plain with no jewels or other colors. It appeared fairly loose as the white toga-dress reached his knees. Carrie had to resist the urge to pour a rainbow on the outfit. He, too, had sandals the same as everyone else. The only difference in his footwear was that it seemed to be made out of cheaper material than the leather ones most of the boys were wearing. 'Now that I'm thinking about it, he actually looks like a girl. I can't actually tell, since he's also wearing a toga like the rest of the guys.'

"Are you alright, princess?" a voice questioned, bringing Carrie out of her thoughts. She looked to see the tall blonde one standing a few feet in front of her.

"Y-yeah," she replied embarrassed to see everyone looking at her, "Thank you for your concern."

"It's no problem. No princess should be injured in any type of way!" he exclaimed while proceeding to hold Carrie in his arms.

'What the hell is he trying to pull!?' She thought as she pushed him away from her personal bubble.

"Right," she voiced, looking suspiciously at the male who dejectedly put himself in a corner.

"She's a new costumer." Carrie looked over at one of the twins.

"Would you mind-" Then, the other.

"-telling us your name?" And now both.

"It's only the polite thing to do for the person asking for the name of the other, says his own name first." She instantly said to the twins.

"That's right!" the dejected blond bellowed after recovering, "My apologies mademoiselle. I am Tamaki Suoh, the King of the Host Club." 'That explains the outfit,' Carrie absentmindedly thought to herself.

"I'm Hikaru Hitachiin," said the one on the right.

"I'm Kaoru Hitachiin," the one on the left followed up.

"And we're the Hitachiin twins!" they both exclaimed.

"I can tell," Carrie indifferently replied. Though, she kept in mind to remember which twin was which.

"Everyone calls me Honey, so you can, too! This is Usa-chan," the smaller blond excitedly introduced as he held up his stuffed rabbit. 'Aw, he's so cute.' "Oh, and this is Takashi. Everybody calls him Mori, though. Say hi, Takashi!" She looked at the tallest male, who gave a nod of acknowledgment towards her. "Hello," she simply greeted.

"I'm Haruhi Fujioka. It's a pleasure to meet you." the brunette welcomed. Carrie smiled slightly in response, showing her dimples.

"Kyoya Ootari," the glasses man quickly introduced.

Carrie took all of the faces and names in before presenting her own. "Better," she said with a quick smile, "I'm Carolina Abelli, but you can call me either Caroline or Carrie."

"I have arrived!" yelled a voice from the area where the doors were located. Guess who it is. It's kind of obvious, but guess anyway.

8 pairs of eyes looked towards the curly and blonde headed source.

Are you done? If you guessed Carrie's friend then you are correct!

"Carrie, did you miss me? I missed you so much! I'm sorry I had to leave you alone in a room with people for more than 5 minutes! Please, forgive me!" Cam cried out as she ran forward and put her arms around Carrie's neck.

"Err, it's okay. It's no big deal." Carrie replied, already used to her best friends' antics. "Anyway, now that you're here, let's do what we have to do to."

"You're right! What useful information did you manage to receive so far?"

"They're not ugly."

"Excellent." Cam said approvingly. She then started to stare as her large green eyes bounced between each members for a full minute before pointing at Haruhi.

"You there! Why aren't you dressed in the standard clothing women wore in Ancient Greece?"

'So she really is a girl.' Carrie mused to herself. She stared at the other males that were trying to disprove what Cam had said. 'Oh, so that's why they were dressed that way. Cosplaying Ancient Greece.' she thought afterwards.

"What! Girl? What girl? There's no girl here! Right, boss?" the twins yelled together.

"Yup, yup. No girl here. This is the HOST club, not Mixed-Gender Hosting Club!" Tamaki failed to convince.

"Guys, just stop." Carrie commanded while rolling her eyes, "My friend here, yeah, she's a clairsentient psychic. Meaning she can gain knowledge through psychic intuition. She also has the ability to know things that she has never been shown. She probably knew almost everything that happened here once she walked into the room. Right, Camellia?" She looked towards her friend to see if she was right.

"Yup, yup. I, as well as other clairsentient psychics, are able to feel subconscious energy, and then sense when danger is present, when something is about to occur, when spirits or supernatural entities are present, when someone is sick or hurt, and when someone possesses strong positive or negative energies." Camellia said without missing a beat.

"So you have a magic power!" Tamaki excitedly yelled out, "One of my daughters is MAGICAL!"

"Is that true, Takashi? Is that a magic power?"

"Well, I guess it's no use hiding the fact that I'm a girl from you and your friend considering you figured it out anyway."

"Just promise-"

"-you won't tell another soul."

"Got it?"

'Too many voices talking at once.' Both girls thought at the same time. "Wait, I'm pretty sure you're not my father!/You're not my dad!" both girls yelled after comprehending Tamaki's words.

"Never mind that. You said you had some business to attend to with us. What is it?" Kyoya remarked among the other voices in the room, finally silencing the room.

The two friends looked at each other, as if they could read the other's thoughts. "We're just-" "You mean YOU. I was forced into coming here." "I'm just," she started as she shot Carrie a dirty look, "checking out the club. I've recently heard about it and deemed it worth my time."

"Fantastic! The first costumers of the day are new!" Tamaki enthusiastically said. "Do you prefer the 'Prince' type?" He gently took hold of Camellia's chin and leaned in until their noses were barely touching.

Unfazed, Camellia had a look of indifference and shot him down with a quick "not really."

"What about the 'Wild' or 'Loli-Shota' type?" he continued, gesturing towards Mori and Honey respectively.

"The 'Cool' type? The 'Little Devil' type? Or perhaps the 'Natural' type is to your suiting?" Tamaki gestured to Kyoya, the twins, and Haruhi.

"Well, I'd choose Haruhi since she seems the sanest one here, but I know she is a girl, so I feel it will be a bit awkward. Let's be great friends instead." Caroline smiled politely at the brunette who smiled back.

"Oh, dear." Cam out a hand to her cheek, "I forgot to tell you my name. Camellia Hamasaki at your service." She presented with a curtsy. 'Hmm,' she thought looking at each member thoroughly. "You two! I choose you, Pikachu!" She exclaimed, repeating the familiar lines she's heard on TV, and pointed to the twins.

"I guess I'll go with her choice then." Carrie said a bit remorsefully. "Just so you know, you owe me a 5 hot-fudge chocolate sundaes for this." She pointedly stared at her friend right before the doors opened once again.

So this is something new I'm trying out. 1) It's not a Naruto story 2) It will be multi-chapter. My first one actually, so I hope you enjoyed!

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