(A/N: Alright, well this is my first Ouran fanfic. :I Soooooooo...Don't judge to harshly. I'll be taking a WAY different approach to this then normal ouran fanfic's so don't flip out on me. I've had this idea for a while a and I just had to write it. Enjoy! If you read please review! Common courtesy and all that. ;) I'd like to hear your opinions, good and bad. Oh, and I don't own OHSHC. :P Obviously.)

Chapter 1

Now Im not gonna lie and I say I knew about Ouran forever because I was some rich girl with rich parents who lived in a giant mansion. No, I found out about it because I was a some what less then average girl with hippie parents that gave most of their money to charity leaving me, my younger sister Sarin, and my three older brothers, Atticus, Roscoe, and Lorenzo seriously considering what we'd do when we got older. Roscoe and Sarin always spoke ill of our parents, Anja and Reginald (Reggie for short), always complaining that they couldn't take care of themselves if it weren't for grandma and grandpa always sending them checks in the mail. Atticus and I always got on their case telling them off and explaining all that they've done for us. Lorenzo was neutral and didn't have much to say on the subject.

Back to Ouran though. On the day Lorenzo, the oldest of us all, turned 15 our parents told him he could move out if he wanted. They said the same rules applied to us all so that only left me 4 more years to wait at the time. Lorenzo didn't move far from our cozy little 3 room flat in Liverpool, England. He was never the adventurous type so I wasn't surprised when we visited his dingy little studio apartment just a few blocks away. Next to go was Roscoe. Then Atticus, who was my senior by 8 measly months. Well Atticus, unlike Roscoe and Lorenzo, decided to be daring and mooched some money off of the grandparents and flew to Japan. I was so excited to find a letter in the mail a week later along with a ton of paper work on how to get a scholarship to some fancy pants looking school. In the letter Atticus explained that Ouran was a school who excelled in all subjects and gave to charity's world wide. I read through the papers and decided then and their I was getting in that school weather I had to sell and arm and a leg. If I could help people by joining this school then I was gonna do it.

Sarin always told me I had my parents state of mind because I always set out to give away my money somehow to someone who needed it. And she always put "needed it" in quotation marks to be an ass.

It was finally my turn to leave on March 23rd though. I packed up all my bags, which wasn't much and took out all my money in the bank. Unlike my brothers I had thought to get a job and earn some money before setting out so I didn't have to bother my family about it.

For me moving wasn't just as simple as "moving". The first place I went was New Orleans in the State's to soak up some new kind of culture. America was definatly lively to say the least. That's where I bought my beloved automobile/home. My mystery Machine. Or "The Van" for short. 4 weeks working at Domino's and the keys to that baby were glady placed into my hands. Saying "gladly" because the thing really needed some work when I first got it. It was a 1978 edition VW van. I put all my heart and soul into working on it and fixing the poor thing up.

After living there for a year and having enough of "The American Dream" I took my home on wheels and traveld across seas to Tibet. Ever since I was little I'd dreamed of going their and helping those in need. I bet I sound like some posh little git but I really do like helping people. Going to Tibet just proves that. I only knew a little Manderin Chinese and no Tibetin but I managed a year there without getting arrested...or killed. Traveling around in the van I had my own little kind of soup kitchen.

Oh, I'm Kismet by the way. Kismet Maddock. Funky name, I know. Goes along with how I look though, some what curly strawberry blonde hair that I got from my dad that reaches just a few inches below my chin and forest green eyes from my mum. I definatly had her small pouty lips to and...lack of chest. I couldn't say whether I'm tall and skinny due to my dad or my mum because their both just that, tall and skinny. Here I am now though sitting in the van in front of Ouran Academy tapping my fingers on the steering wheel nervously. Today was my first day and I was practically hyperventalating. While I was living in Tibet I had my own mail box at the post office, never got anything except maybe the ocasional letter from Atticus or mum and dad but lo and behold I opened it up one day to find a letter from Ouran congratulating me on getting a scholarship for my charity work.

Still tapping out a disheveled tune on my worn out steering wheel I suck in a giant breath and breathe out slowly. I watch as students walk past, shooting my van dirty and scared looks. Forgetting my breathing excersises all together I slam my head against the wheel and groan, letting the horn beep all the while. Sure this would be comical any other time but not today. I looked a down right mess compared to everyone in their ironed and dry cleaned uniforms. My skinny gray jeans and black hooker boots hugged my legs nicely while my black "The Clash" shirt and red hoodie made the outfit casual, more or less.

Finally finding enough courage I lift my head up and the honking stops. Opening the door I step out and streach, gretting the sun with a warm middle finger. Locking the van I pat it fondly. "So long my friend." I say, as if I'll never see it again. But walking around my heap of junk I'm not to sure if I really will see it again. The school was ginormus! Sucking in another lung full of air I make my way towards it ignoring all the stares and glares. It's like these people have never seen someone who DOESN'T live in a McMansion.

Spazzing out, I run back to the van, not because I missed it but because I forgot my bag. Sliding the door open after unlocking it I pull the blue pack over my shoulder and shut the door. Being the nervous reck that I am I turn around to quickly and practically tackle a small doe eyes boy.

"Uh, s-sorry." I say helping him up and testing out my Japanese. While living in the State's I took a few classes and read a few books on the language. It was one of the only language's that was somewhat easy to learn. I'll tell you what though, I didn't just magically learn it in one day.

Back to the doe eyed boy, he took my hand gratefully and looked apologetic. "No excuse me." Here's a real zingger for you, he sounded just like a girl! Japan sure was confusing.

I take a second to let the words process and shake my head stubornly. "It was my fault really. And now your uniforms dirty. Gaaaah, I'm really sorry."

He...giggles? "No, really. It's fine. This'll wash out with just a little bleach."

I stand there dumb-found. Feeling like an idiot.

"Oh. I didn't know you guys did your own laundry." I say, scratching the back of my head as we walk towards the school. "I figured you guys had like maids and servants and stuff."

"Actually I'm just here on a Scholarship, I'm not rich or anything." He replies good naturedly.

I nod. "Yeah so am I...obviously." I laugh lightly, as he takes in my apperance and laughs too. It goes quiet for a few seconds a we reach the school and make to go our own ways.

"I'm Haruhi Fujioka by the way. If you need any help finding something just ask. I can't promise that I'll be able to find everything though." He chuckles softly with his hand covering his mouth and his eyes shut.

I smile and nod. "Thanks Haruhi. I'm Kismet Maddock." He raises and eyebrow and I laugh. "I know, weird name right?"

He smiles. "Just a bit." Wow. This guy sure was blunt. "But it's pretty too." And then again sweet. I'm not attracted to him though. I mean notthing against the guy. I just don't feel anything between us except a friendly bond.

"That's a new one." I smile. "Thanks."

He nods but goes wide eyed (well more wide eyed then he is now) when the bell rings. "Oh jezz, there's the bell. I'll see you around Kismet! If you've got time stop by the third music room at the end of the day!" He says as he runs off, leaving me standing dumbly at the entrance.

"Oh how jolly a day this should be."

Sarcasm. Never a bad time to use it.