Prologue

Rin puts his clothes on and looks around his new room. Being adopted at 16 was rather amazing and he marveled at how light his shoulders felt, almost as if an incredible weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. He pulled at the ponytail that he had yet to get cut. It was long and thin. His hair had a light brownish tint to it, which set it off from others at Ouran. It had always been like that, but he had never given it a second thought. Living an orphan on the streets of Tokyo, no one had really cared enough to take him in. Later on, he found an orphanage about 2 blocks from the area his father died. The fever had taken them. That's what he heard, but Rin knew that to believe the executives in his vicinity was to commit mental suicide, and, soon enough death by official. Many had to learn that the hard way.

But that was all past him now. Rin was a new man, and it was time for him to go to school once again. He knew that school was a bore, but he decided that with all of the ladies' words humming in his ears, he would be able to avoid all of the work, especially since almost all of the teachers are female. None of them really seem to care if I don't do my homework or forget about a 100-point project.

I put my jacket on, and head out of the door with Genko. On our way to the limousine, a boy named Tamaki, who Rin had seen around school, but usually he wasn't able to see him, because a cloud of girls almost always engulfed the being which stood before Rin and his new brother.

He had blonde hair and violet eyes. His bangs were shaggy and stood barely above his eyes, and he had a tall, slender body, not unlike Rin, except he was about 15% taller. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but not until Genko put his hand to him as if to say stop. Suo put his head down, which allowed his hair to cast an opaque shadow over his purplish eyes, but he did not stop. Suo did not waste more than a breath before he was striding over to Genko and Rin.

"Hello," he said bowing deeply towards Genko and not-so-deeply towards Rin, "I am Tamaki Suo, and I am the king of the host club." They bowed, not because of his supposed "title," but because of his father, the headmaster of Ouran Academy. They had to be respectful, though if he were anybody else no bows would have been issued, "I have come here to invite you to join the Ouran Host Club. We are in need of extra hosts and people do not seem to be interested in pleasing the ladies as they used to," said Tamaki face-palming himself. Rin nearly laughed at how orchestrated his movements were.

He allowed Genko to reply for himself first, since he was a third-year. Younger siblings are forced into submission by the code of honor. Whatever their older sibling says is of more importance than the "baby" of the family's thoughts. Rin realized this as Genko replied for the both of them, "I apologize Suo, but grades are very important in our family, and the past two times you have offered me this title, I will do just the same as I am now," people must really think that Genko is attractive if he had been offered to be a host multiple times before, "The only way to keep our grades up is to study and do our homework, and the less time we have doing that, the lower our grades will become. I apologize, Suo, but I will not be able to join your host club any more than my brother will."

Rin took this as his chance. He didn't want to be forgotten like he was on the streets; Rin wanted to be his own person, not Genko's. He spoke up saying, "I apologize for my brother's speaking in my behalf, because joining the host club seems to be an excellent opportunity for me to gain experience in the real-world. Suo, I believe I will take you up on that offer." This time Suo Tamaki bowed much deeper and thanked him profusely before leaving to his expensive car that didn't even have a brand. That's how the aristocracy of Japan acted though.

Eight periods later, Rin walked up to the room that Suo had written down on a piece of paper for him. He opened the doors to music room #3, and inside was...

The Host Club.

A/N : Yes, I realize that I have not posted in a while, and that the story that you see today is not the same story that you have been reading, which inevitably means that my last story sucked and that I have decided to start a new one. This one actually has a plot, and a semi-feasible storyline, so you will probably like it better, even though you might need for some of the words in here (SORRY BTW). I love you guys, and I hope that you still like this story even though I decided to toss Humanity.

I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any affilliated characters.

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