A/N: Hello! …
Well, if all A/Ns are going to be this awkward, I may as well go on with the story, ._.
To all the old readers;
I suppose nothing I could possibly do would make up for the almost-a-year-long-unexcused absence, would it? For that, I'm terribly sorry, but as you read in the Author's Announcement, I'm trying to make up for it. ^^'
To all the new readers;
THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY BEING RE-WRITTEN.
Hello, nice to meet you, hehe ^^'. I truly hope you enjoy this story. I've gathered a lot of determination into starting this story from scratch, and it will most definitely not be abandoned.

On another hand, I may be looking for a beta reader… I've never actually tried anything of the sort, due to inexperience, but I think that a beta reader would be pretty helpful for me. They could always yell at me whenever I start feeling like I slack off, and catch my odd mistakes. Yeah. That's it.

That's the end of my rambles, then! Hope you enjoy the story ^^.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club in any way, shape, or form.

Chapter 1

"Oh, Kyoya! Are you leaving for school already?" Fuyumi called out to her younger brother.

Kyoya paused at the entrance to the living room.

"Well, yes. I have some business to attend to at… the school…" he started, but his attention was distracted as the television blares with light.

"Reporting from the Sohma Industries headquarters, this is Makoto Hayashi," the news reporter says. "Katsumi Sohma, CEO of Sohma Industries, has revealed earlier this morning the person to be the successor of her company…" there was a video clip of two women surrounded by reporters as they walked down the stairs of a building. One of two was a stern and intimidating looking woman that possessed an air of confidence. The other was a girl, probably about Kyoya's age. Although her face was expressionless, her hands showed signs of nervousness as she twisted at a ring on her hand. "… the successor being named Akira Sohma, the second daughter to Katsumi and Katsuya Sohma. Further shadowing the Sohma family in mysteries, Katsumi Sohma has not yet revealed future plans of her daughter taking over."

"Uwahhh…" Fuyumi said as the news clip changed to something else. "A girl that young, being named the successor… I kind of feel bad for her. Don't you, Kyoya?" She turned around when there was no reply. "Kyoya?"

The door slammed shut.

*At the Host Club*

"So as you can see, Haruhi," a certain blonde haired king started. He waltzed across the room in a fashionable manner. The Host Club hadn't started yet, and the members were all lounging about in the room, watching Tamaki as he tried to teach Haruhi proper etiquette for a Host. "It's not that we are only handsomely gorgeous, we are perfect from both the inside and out-"

Bang!

"Ouch…" Tamaki said, wincing. He looked around to see what he had bumped into. "Oh! Sohma-kun!"

Everyone looked up from what they were doing to look at the young man on the floor that had just walked in moments ago, rubbing at an already forming bruise on his head.

Arata Sohma, a recent 2nd year transfer student into Ouran High. He was in Class 2-A, and after one week, was already tied for the top of the class with Kyoya himself. Descended from a line of wealth, good looks, and charm, he had girls swooning over his every step.

"Suoh-san," Arata smiles, standing up and offering a hand towards Tamaki. "I was looking for you… You, erm, called for me?"

Tamaki jumps up and grabs the bemused boy's hand, shaking it up and down excitedly. The rest of the members were staring, shocked into silence.

"Right, right! Sohma-kun," He announced dramatically, "I hereby invite you to join as a member of the Host Club!"

*A few hours later…*

"Sohma-kun, what do you like to do in your free time?" a gushing female student asks.

"You have a twin sister, right?" says another. "She was on the news, earlier this morning, wasn't she? What is she like?"

"Sohma-kun, what school did you go to before Ouran?"

"Hold on, hold on," Arata says sheepishly, holding up his hands. "One question at a time…"

No more than a few meters away, the rest of the Host Club members, excluding Kyoya, were huddled behind a couch, watching the new Host charm his guests.

"Wow, he's a natural, too…" Haruhi mutters. The twins quickly shush him as Kyoya happens to walk by.

"What are you all doing?" he asks, frowning. "There are guests that need to be attended to…" his gaze travels towards Arata as the others scurried off, and he observes him for a moment. "A good piece of profit," Kyoya says to himself, "Tamaki actually made a good decision, inviting him in…" Kyoya started to walk off before noticing a thick ring on Arata's finger, and he pauses. "…" His mind travelled to the conversation that had occurred several hours ago…

'"Tono, did you happen to hit your head on something while falling down?" Hikaru asked. "Are you crazy? We don't need another host!"

After Tamaki's rather outrageous outburst, the group found themselves sitting at a nearby table moments afterwards. Tea had been served, but not a single cup had been touched.

"I think it would be a wonderful improvement!" Tamaki exclaimed, eyes sparkling."Having another family member to our club is always exciting, and there's no such thing as too much profit! Right, Kyoya?"

"Don't drag me into this as well, Tamaki."

Truth be told, Kyoya was actually interested in the Sohma kid. There wasn't much known about the entire family of seven, amazingly enough. Having Arata Sohma in the club, however, would increase the popularity by sky rocketing amounts.

"What's your say on this, Sohma-kun? Would you join?" Tamaki said, smiling eagerly.

Arata had been quiet for quite a while, by then. He looked up, his expression thoughtful.

"…Sure, why not?"

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise. With a loud whoop, Tamaki jumped into the air and gave Arata a bone-crushing hug.

"Oh, was that you on the news this morning?" Haruhi asked as Arata pried himself off the overenthusiastic blonde. "I thought I saw you on the news, but it was saying something about someone's daughter or another…"

"Dolt," Kaoru snickered. "That was his twin." Seeing Haruhi's disbelieving glare, he raised his hands in the air. "I mean, really. No joke."

"Yeah, that was my twin sister, Akira…" Arata said, his facial expression darkening ever so slightly. "She's been announced successor to the company… it's a bit odd, really. It's like they're announcing the next queen or something."

"Is she planning on attending Ouran, as well?" Kyoya asked interestedly.

"Uhhh… nope, don't believe so," Arata shook his head. "She's quite busy, getting ready and all that stuff. She has, erm, private tutors that come to the house and all. Yeah…" he gave a shrug.'

"…Lo? Hello, earth to Ootori?" Kyoya blinked, startled as he saw Arata standing right in front of him. "What are you thinking about? You've been standing that this exact same spot for the past seven minutes and thirty-two seconds. Make that thirty-three now, actually. Thirty-four…"

Kyoya cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses.

"Just planning for the next event, Sohma-san. That's all."

"Whoa," Arata took a step back, eyes widening. "You can actually do all that in your mind? That's cool." He shook his head in admiration and checked his watch. "Well, I'd best be going, now. Got plenty of things to do…" he headed for the doors, waving back. "It was nice working with you for the first time, Ootori!"

"Yeah, it was…" Kyoya muttered, staring at the boy's retreating back. His glasses glinted in the sunlight. "We'll see how much more interesting it'll get in the future, won't we?"

*A day or so later…*

"T-tamaki-sama… you BAKA!" Covering his ears against the earsplitting cry, Arata watched as one of the guests ran out of the room, sobbing.

"…I never knew girls would act in such way at a public place," he remarked as the other guests began to clear out. Haruhi left to go change into a bag of clothes the Hitachiin twins had provided.

"The Host Club does encounter a few strange occurrings every now and then," Kyoya agreed. "Some are very strange, indeed…"

Arata looked up at him suspiciously but before anything else could be said, there was another shout, coming from the dressing room.

"What is it now?" Kyoya asked irritatedly as the two of them entered the room, only to stop short at the scene.

Seeing Haruhi wearing a dress and Tamaki backing up into the wall, beet-red, Arata blinked. The rest of the Host Club members immediately crowded around.

"H-h-haruhi… you're really, really a girl?" Tamaki shouted, astounded.

"Baka," Kyoya said, sighing.

"We agree," Hikaru and Kaoru chipped in. Honey merely smiled, and Mori nodded.

"Souh-san…" Arata gave a disbelieving laugh. He had checked all the member's profiles before joining the Host Club, and found out Fujioka's gender immediately. "No offense to you, of course, but… in most cases, it's kind of obvious, to tell the difference between a boy and a girl."

"You're one to talk, Sohma-san."

Everyone turned to look at Kyoya, leaning against the wall. Arata's eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

"And what would you mean by that, Ootori-san?"

"Well, it's obvious, isn't it? You're not Arata Sohma. You're his twin, the successor to Sohma Industries… Akira Sohma."

A/N: I realized that I never really put in my new character's physical appearance (trying not to spoil anything). Not to worry, that'll be in the next chapter!

Hope you enjoyed it, please look forward to more ^^~!

-Megane-IchigoRush