RIIIIINNNGGGG!

The loud chime of the period bell echoed throughout the ornate hallways of Ouran High School. Almost immediately, hundreds of students flooded the halls and went on their merry way to the next class. Soon, the students entered their respected classrooms, and the halls became silent in mere minutes.

Suddenly, a girl chased through the halls, her muddy sneakers pounding against the marble floors. She sprinted across the hallway, her curly red locks of hair bouncing up and down. Her eyes wildly searched the halls, desperate for an escape route.

When she reached the end of the halls, she sighed in relief as she noticed a room ahead. Her eyes glanced at the sign above the two elegant doors; "Music Room #3".

She pulled open the doors, and darted into the room. She closed the doors behind her, and breathed a sigh of relief. She slid to the floor, her hands trembling.

The girl breathed heavily, and a single tear cascaded down her pale cheeks. Suddenly, emotion overtook her, and she began to cry quietly. Her teary eyes scanned the room; she noticed that there were expensive-looking couches, chairs, and tables scattered throughout the room. This doesn't seem like a music room, she thought to herself. Where's the musical instruments?

Her shoulders sagged, and tears continued to fall.

She froze when she heard a faint cough. Her head snapped up, and she gasped when she saw seven smartly dressed students staring back at her, confused looks plastered on their faces. Their looks were understandable; she seemed to be a distraught person freely roaming the school. She had no uniform on; instead she had a pair of jeans, and a graphic tee shirt on. The girl did not appear to belong at Ouran at all.

Her cheeks flushed, and she stood up immediately.

"Oh my, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to barge in on you!" She exclaimed. "I'll leave right away…"

As she turned to grab the door handle, the tears returned. She tried to regain composure, and wearily turned the handle.

"Stop!"

She froze, the hairs on her neck standing on end. Oh no, she thought; now I'm in for it. I'm going to get reprimanded, or suspended, or… expelled. She gulped, and turned to face the students. "Yes?" she replied bravely, wiping the tears from her face.

"Come here."

She approached the students cautiously, her hands trembling. She began to notice that these students were boys, and were quite attractive.

A tall, blond haired boy stepped forward. "Hello my dear," he said in a charming and welcoming voice. "Welcome to the Host Club of Ouran High School. My name is Tamaki Suouh, a member of this club. Is this your first time at the Host Club?"

"Yes…as a matter of fact it is."

Another member of the club, black-haired boy sporting glasses stepped forward. "I'm Kyouya Ootori. So, why exactly are you here? Have you heard of our club from your acquaintances?"

"Oh, no I haven't," she replied. "In fact, I just transferred here last week from America on a scholarship. I wasn't fitting in at my old school, so I thought that Ouran would suit me better. But…" her voice trailed away, and her smile vanished.

"Ceire-chan?" A short, blond boy ran up to her, clutching a pink rabbit. He appeared to be quite young, but there was an air about him that made Ceire assume that he was a childish upperclassman. "What's wrong, Ceire-chan?"

"Oh, um, nothing!" She exclaimed hastily. "It's not important."

"That's good!" exclaimed the boy happily. "Usa-chan and I were getting worried. I'm Mitsukuni Haninozuka, but please call me Honey!"

Ceire grinned. "Hi Honey-senpai!"

"And this," Honey continued, gesturing toward a large, black haired student, "Is Takashi Morinozuka, but you can call him Mori. Right Mori?"

Mori nodded, offering a small smile toward Ceire.

"Uh, hi Mori-senpai."

"Well," she continued, "It was very nice meeting you all, but I should be on my way, so-"

Before she could slip away, she felt two hands on her back. She yelped, and turned around to see two red-haired twins clutching her.

"Ah, Kaoru, she was about to leave without getting introduced to us? How rude, eh?" one exclaimed.

"Yeah Hikaru," the other replied. "Why would you walk away without getting to know us?"

"We're the Hitachiin twins!" they exclaimed.

"I'm Hikaru," said one.

"And I'm Kaoru," said the other.

Ceire smiled. "Hi Hikaru." She turned to face the other twin. "Kaoru..nice to meet you." She giggled cheerfully. "Wow, you guys are so similar!"

The twins huffed loudly.

"Yes..." began Hikaru.

"But it's often a pain.." continued Kaoru.

"..when we can't be told apart.." finished Hikaru.

Ceire pondered for a moment. "Ah, well then, if it gives you any comfort, I have a terrific memory, so I'll make sure to tell you two apart!" She grinned happily. Hikaru laughed at the comment. "Good luck," he smirked. Kaoru laughed feebly, but he was more focused on her brilliantly curly red strands of hair than reinforcing Hikaru's remark.

Suddenly, she noticed the last member out of the corner of her eye. The member was an average height, with short brown hair. His(?) eyes were brown and large, and his(?) skin was delicate and pale.

Ceire walked over to this member. "Hi," she began. "I'm Ceire, nice to meet you." The member looked up. "Hello," he(?) replied. "My name is Haruhi Fujioka."

"Nice to meet you, Fujioka-kun," she exclaimed. What a pleasant boy.. she thought to herself. He has a lovely, light voice. Then, as if a light bulb had gone off in her head, she came to a realization. Wait...

Ceire looked at Haruhi for a moment, and then reeled back. "Uh, Haruhi? Why are you in a boy's uniform?"

Haruhi froze. "What do you mean?" he(?) laughed nervously. "Only men are eligible to be hosts, hence the reason I wear the boy's uniform."

Ceire frowned, utterly confused. "But Haruhi-chan, you're a girl."

Hope you liked the first chapter of Crimson Roses Entertwined. I will try to update this story as much as I can, but keep in mind that for the next few weeks I will be feverishly studying for my Midterm Exams.

Thanks!