A/N: My first fanfiction in which I put in my OC's! I know most of you guys out there hate OC's (I know I do) but it's not one of those "OC X Main character" sort of things.

Summary: She looked up at him and blinked a few times. He looked down at her curiously. "I'm only thirteen, why would I be interested in a dumb host club?" "Welcome to Japan." "What do you mean, 'welcome'?" the twins, who had been eavesdropping, asked simultaneously. "Casper and Eastin Moon. They're from America." "Well, good grades and famous," Tamaki sang, "we could use some fresh American blood in this host club! Whaddaya say? You want to be trained by us to become hosts?"


Chapter 1: Starting Today, You Are a Host!

Hunny and Mori bid their farewells to the other hosts two days before winter vacation officially began. They set off down the cold halls, Hunny riding on Mori's back, and to their limo that waited for them outside. "Hurry up, Takashi, we're gonna miss our plane!" Hunny prodded, looking at his watch. "It leaves in forty-five minutes!"

Mori was now sprinting down the long hallways. He didn't slow when he heard the voice of the chairman; it was after school hours, so why would he get in trouble for running in the halls?

"We can assure you that Ouran is a place of peace and order-" Both twins' hair were blown around by the wind issued off the tall dark-haired man sprinting. The chairman's papers flew from his hand. "Morinozuka, slow down!" he called after Mori, but Mori didn't hear him. The chairman sighed.

"Who was that?" the smaller of the two asked. The chairman looked down at the fragile boy.

"Takashi Morinozuka and Mitsukuni Haninozuka. They're in the host club here," he replied quietly. "Anyways, back to the tour..."

Tamaki and Kyoya packed clean cake plates into the cupboards just as the door to the music room opened. Tamaki looked over to it curiously, seeing a short girl with dirty blonde hair. He approached her slowly. "I'm sorry, dear, but host club activities are done for today."

She looked up at him and blinked a few times. He looked down at her curiously. "I'm only thirteen, why would I be interested in a dumb host club?"

A comedic arrow with the word 'dumb' painted on it hit Tamaki in the back of the head. He spun dizzily and landed face-first on the ground. The girl giggled and Kyoya approached her. "I apologize for his stupidity," Kyoya bowed politely. "Welcome to Japan."

"What do you mean, 'welcome'?" the twins, who had been eavesdropping, asked simultaneously.

Kyoya scowled at them. "Be polite. This is one half of the new Americans."

"One half?" the girl sneered. "Is that what you call gingers numbers one and two here?"

"Cas, there you-" the girl's twin walked through the somewhat open door. "Oh, hi..."

The twins looked with jealousy upon the new set of twins to Ouran. "Hello," Kyoya said. "You must be Eastin Moon, correct?"

"Correct," the boy, Eastin, replied. "How'd you know?"

"I have my ways of finding things out," he said. "Welcome to Japan."

"Kyoya senpai, I cleaned up in the-oh, hello," Haruhi came out of the dressing room. "Who are they?"

"Casper and Eastin Moon. They're from America."

"Perfectly capable of introducing ourselves, might I add," the girl, Casper, added. "Also, it's just Cas."

"My apologies, Cas," Kyoya said. "I assume Chairman Suoh was giving you a tour?"

Eastin and Casper nodded. "Told us to explore," they replied simultaneously.

"So, when do you start school here?" Tamaki had suddenly recovered from his arrow injury.

"Next year," they grinned proudly.

"How did two tiny shotas like you end up here?" the other twins asked in unison.

"Good grades," Casper said.

"We're famous," Eastin added.

"Well, good grades and famous," Tamaki sang, "we could use some fresh American blood in this host club! Whaddaya say? You want to be trained by us to become hosts?"

"I'm a girl," Casper stated bluntly.

"So's Haruhi," Tamaki countered. Haruhi waved to Casper.

"It's not as hard as you think," she commented.

"Why is Haruhi senpai a host, then?" Eastin asked. "If she's a girl."

"She owes us a debt," Kyoya said, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"So, what do you say?" Tamaki asked. "Would you like to be trained by moi to be exquisite hosts?"

"No," they replied simultaneously. A large arrow with the word 'no' painted on it dropped and fell on Tamaki, crushing him. "We want to be trained by...them," each of the dirty blondes pointed to Hikaru and Kaoru.

Their scowls slowly turned to smirks. "What fun we can have," they sang, "with our new toys."