Author's note: This idea has been in my head for a long time, and I thought it was about time I put it on paper I've always wanted to see how the Host Club could do against my characters.

Summary: The famous Ouran Host Club discovers with horror that they've got a rival in the US, which is the Aster Hostess Club. To Haruhi's dismay, they immediately investigate this matter which leads to disastrous circumstances.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Ouran Host Club nor the members. The respected owner is Bisco Hatori-san. I do, however, own the Aster Hostess Club ;P

Ouran Host Club vs. Aster Hostess Club

Chapter 1: Confrontation – There's another Host Club?!

It was just another day at Ouran High School. Students learning either in classrooms or the huge library but there were, of course, some who had a lot of free time on their hands (mostly the girls) and they spent it the way they always did: At the Third Music Room where the famous Host Club was currently throwing their yet another themed entertainment for the ladies. This time they were wearing glamourous Midieval clothing, which suited them quite perfectly in the ladies' opinions.

"Tamaki-san, you look so amazing in those silk clothes," said one of Tamaki's regular customers to him as they sat in his usual couch, drinking tea.

"Not quite, Hime-sama," said Tamaki, giving her one of his soft smiles. "I am just a humble knight in your services," he leaned over her and whispered in her ear: "I would do anything to protect such a beautiful princess such as yourself,"

The girl swooned at those words and was, if not more, completely smitten by him.

"Geez, he's done it yet again, that Tamaki-senpai," mumbled Fujioka Haruhi as she watched her senpai charming the girls. She felt uncomfortable wearing those silk clothes. They were a bit too glamourous to be medieval in her opinion. "I don't even think there were such bright colors in the Middle Ages," she mumbled to herself, sweatdropping. She looked around the Host Club's Headquarters:

The Hitachiin-twins were playing "Which-one-of-us-is-Hikaru" game with glee. This time they hid their bangs with huge wide-brimmed hats that had feathers sticking out of them. They looked like the Musketeers in Haruhi's opinion.

Hunny-senpai was, of course, munching down cakes while Mori-senpai watched him like a guardian, with a small smile on his face.

Kyouya-senpai was busy typing in his laptop, keeping track of the Host Club's business as usual.

Haruhi sighed. Yep, it was just another day at Ouran High School.

The Host Club bade the ladies farewell as it was closing time for them. It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon and Haruhi & the others were feeling a bit tired but satisfied with today's work.

"Today went well, my children," said Tamaki cheerfully. "Good work,"

"Yeah, yeah. Are we done now?" asked Haruhi dully. "I still have some homework to do, so I'm just gonna-"

"Wahhhh, so you don't like hanging out with us anymore?!" bawled Tamaki, being the Drama-king as usual as he grabbed Haruhi's arms. "Are we that annoying?"

"Do I have to answer that question...?" she mumbled to herself, eyes twitching annoyingly.

Tamaki flinched, gasping and went to his usual corner, hugging his knees and sobbing silently.

"Haruhi didn't mean that, Tono," said Kaoru who was, despite himself, grinning at the King's behaviour.

"Yeah, Haru-chan really likes it here," said Hunny, looking up at the crossdressing girl. "Ne, Haru-chan?"

Haruhi couldn't help smiling at the loli-shota's cuteness and nodded. Seeing that, Tamaki went back to his normal, cheerful self.

"Putting that aside," said Kyouya, standing up from his chair and looking at his fellow friends with his cold onyx eyes. "It seems we have a little competition."

The Host Club stared at the Shadow King. Competition? Like in the School? Was someone trying to put the Host Club out of business?

Hikaru was first to recover. "What do you mean, Kyouya?" he asked.

"Does someone not like us?" asked Hunny with tearful eyes.

"Who?!" demanded Tamaki. "Who dares to try to overpower us?!"

Kyouya smirked slightly. It was interesting to see how important the Host Club was to these guys. "No need to panic," he said. "It's not in our school. It's somwhere else in the US and it's a Hostess Club."

The members of the Host Club blinked in unison. In the US? That was so far away from here.

"A Hostess Club...?" repeated Tamaki bewildered.

The twins sighed in relief. "Geez, no need to startle us like that, Kyouya," said Hikaru annoyed as his brother nodded in agreement.

"If it's in America, then there's nothing to worry about, ne Takashi?" Hunny asked his cousin, who grunted "yes".

Kyouya pushed his glasses so that it rested perfectly on the bridge of his nose. "This Hostess Club is pretty popular among the boys, as our Host Club is popular among the ladies. This club is not situated in a prestigious school such as ours, but in a public high school. Even so, they are so popular that people are talking about it in their blog sites." He stated.

He saw the dumbfounded looks on the members and he instantly knew that most of them probably didn't know what a blog was. Idiots, he thought.

"So what?" asked Hikaru. "They probably don't make as much profit as we do."

"Actually," said Kyouya taking every minute enjoying the stunned looks on them. "They do. Someone amongst their group knows how to handle a business."

Now the guys were beginning to feel nervous. So there was someone trying to cramp their style.

"Unforgivable," mumbled Tamaki quietly. He took a stance in front of his fellow members. "This is unforgivable! We must investigate this at once!"

"Eh?" Now it was Haruhi's turn to be stunned. She paled, having a feeling what was about to happen next.

"We are going to America right now!" Tamaki declared and the rest of the Host Club roared their approval (everyone except Kyouya and Haruhi- she was too shocked to say something). Immediately the Hitachiin-twins grabbed Haruhi's arms and began dragging her outside.

"Let's go, Haruhi" they both said gleefully.

"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

24 hours later, give or take a few hours, they arrived in front of Aster High School. Kyouya was right. It was a public school. In the rich guys's opinions (namely Kyouya, Tamaki, the twins, Hunny and Mori) it looked rather dull but in Haruhi's opinion, it looked pretty normal since she had been in a public junior high before.

"I can't believe you guys dragged me half across the world..." she mumbled annoyingly, feeling the jet-lag starting to have effect on her. She was also feeling a bit embarrassed as people were beginning to circle around them with awed looks on their faces. The reason was simple; Kyouya had ordered two sets of brand-new, black Mercedes Benz to come pick them up at the airport.

"Wow, are those movie stars?" one girl asked her friend. "Or perhaps some kinda celebrities?"

"Are they shooting a Japanese film here?" one guy asked, grinning.

Hikaru snorted. "This place is pathetic," he mumbled.

Tamaki marched forward. "Come my men," he said, leading the way inside the school. He stopped and looked at one girl who stood there, practically drooling upon seeing the princely looking boy. "Excuse me, Ojou-sama," he said softly, his cerulean eyes sparkling. "Where might we find the Hostess Club?"

"U-up the stairs and at the far end of the hall, t-turn left," squeaked the girl, blushing furiously.

Tamaki bowed and thanked her with a kiss on her hand. The twins rolled their eyes as they followed suit with Haruhi still trapped between them. The Host Club marched up the stairs, following the girl's directions. Finally they reached to the door at the far end of the hall.

"This is it," said Tamaki, excitement building up within him. He grabbed the handle of the door, pulled and opened it.

Six girls, around the age of 15-16, turned around to see who had opened the door. They were all wearing school uniforms; blue jackets, white shirts, red ties, blue checkered skirts but two of them wore grey vests over their shirts. One of the girls, walked a few steps toward them with a soft smile on her face.

"Welcome, gentlemen," she greeted them with a clear and a soft voice. "Welcome to the Aster Hostess Club. How may we help you?" She had long, lively blond hair and kind, royal-blue eyes. She also had few freckles on her face. She was one of them who were wearing the blue jackets.

Tamaki gaped. So did the rest of them (even Kyoya and Mori!). Except for the freckles, she almost looked exactly like Tamaki, which was kinda scary.

"Tono, you don't happen to have a long, lost sister,do you?" asked Hikaru, staring at the smiling girl.

"Not that I recall of," Tamaki mumbled, still stunned.

"If you have some time on your hands, we'd be more than glad to entertain you for a while," the blond continued, still smiling that Tamaki-smile.

Since Tamaki was in no condition to speak, Kyouya decided to take over. "Thank you for taking the time to do so, miss," he answered in perfect English and returned the smile. "But I'm afraid we're not here for entertainment,"

"Yeah, stop imitating us!" Hikaru piped up abrubtly.

Kyouya sighed inwardly, glaring at the older twin. Always such a brash brat, that Hikaru.

The girl blinked. "Imitate?" she repeated, confused. She turned to look at a girl with long, brown hair. "Are we imitating them, Sakura?" she asked.

The guys perked up their ears. Sakura? That was a Japanese name, maybe that girl was Japanese but hell, people named their children any kinds of names nowadays.

The girl known as Sakura pushed her rectangular glasses so that it rested perfectly on the bridge of her nose. Her green eyes looked coldly at the bunch of boys.

"I know what they are talking about," she answered with a smirk on her face. "And I happen to know who they are."

Just that remark, made the Host Club have cold chills run up their spines. She reminded them awfully of someone they knew. They all shot nervous glances at Kyouya, who still was smiling that fake smile of his.

"These boys are known as the Ouran Host Club. They're from a wealthy school in Japan named Ouran." said Sakura as she walked over to a desk, pulled open a drawer and pulling up a file from inside it. She opened the file and scanned the contents quickly before she turned to them again with a smirk. She pointed at Tamaki who instincitively flinched. "The blonde one is Tamaki Suoh, the club president."

Her emerald eyes trailed off to the twins, who gulped. "These two are Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin." She looked up at the tall boy and his smaller cousin as she continued. "The tall one is Takashi Morinozuka and the little one is Mitsukuni Honinozuka but they go by the nicknames 'Mori' and 'Hunny'. They're cousins." Hunny hid behind Mori's leg, terrified. Sakura smirked.

"The last two are the special scholarship student Haruhi Fujioka (Haruhi was shocked- she even knew about that?!) and Kyouya Ootori, who is the vice-president of the club." And with that, she closed the file, looking up at them with a victorious smirk.

"As expected from Sakura!" exclaimed the blonde girl cheerfully.

"Nice work, Sakura!" said a small, dark girl who clapped her hands enthusiastically.

The Host Club was absolutely shocked. This girl knew too much! How the hell did she get all the information about them? Kyouya began to chuckle. This girl was interesting. No doubt she was the president, he thought.

"You seem to know a lot about us," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I would have expected as much from the president of this club."

It was Sakura's turn to chuckle. "I'm sorry to inform you, Kyouya-san," she said smiling. "But I'm not the president. I'm the vice-president."

Kyouya's eyes widened. Now it was starting to get creepy (like it wasn't already creepy in the others' opinion). How could he have missed that? During their flight to the country, he had tried to search for some informations about their club but with no luck. The only things he found were their school records. He glared at the girl. She was good at hiding their identities. It was like she had expected that he would try to do that.

Tamaki had regained his senses back from the shock. "Then who's the president?!" he demanded.

"George Bush, if you didn't already know, blondy!" said a loud voice behind the other girls.

Tamaki blinked, dumbfounded. "Wha?"

A girl emerged through the other hostesses with a huge grin on her face. She had thick, short, lively red hair and vivid yellow-colored eyes. She had a slim, slender built, was at average height- possibly the same height as Haruhi. She was one of the two who was wearing a grey vest over her white shirt. Her sleeves were rolled up and she didn't have the red necktie like the rest of them. She had her hand on her hip.

"Sorry, blondy, couldn't resist," she said, winking. "But I'm the president of this club. I'm Cassy Takena."

Tamaki and the Host Club gaped. That girl was the club president?! She sure didn't look like the president material or look like she could handle it at all. The blonde girl looked more possible to be the president or the scary girl with the glasses. Kyouya had even taken a look in her school record and had noticed that she has had a plenty of detentions over the school years.

"So, what can we do for you?" Cassy asked.

Tamaki shook off the stare he had on the girl and resumed his position as the Host Club's leader ( or so he sometimes thought). "Well, there seems to be a little problem here," he said politely. "You see, it seems that you have unintentionally stolen our image and w-"

"Just stop cramping our style!" Hikaru cut him off irritately.

"Your style?" Cassy's eyes narrowed. "As I recall, you guys are in the US now and it's a free country," She shrugged. "Besides, we wouldn't do such a thing like stealing someone's idea."

"Actually we did," said Sakura casually as she leaned against the desk reading a thick book.

"EHH?!" All heads were now turned to the girl with the glasses. The girls had scandalized looks on their faces.

Cassy stomped over to her friend, looking furious. She grabbed her by the shirt and their eyes met.

"You said to me that it was your idea, Sakura!" she hissed furiously. "If I'd known that idea belonged to someone else, I never would have agreed to it!"

Sakura sighed, looking up at her friend. "Look, people steal others' ideas all the time. It's just natural nowadays. Besides-" she turned her head to the boys, sneering. "It's not like they have personal licence for their club,"

Tamaki sweatdropped. Uncertain, he looked at Kyouya for conformations. To his horrors, he was avoiding eye-contact with him. So it was right! How could he forget such an important thing?!

Kyouya was really starting to hate the girl and himself. In all the planning the events for the club and keeping funds, he had completely forgot to reserve the right for the club. That wasn't like him at all! He glared viciously at Sakura, it was like she was always one step ahead of him. Tamaki made a mental note that once they returned home, he would personally get a licence, in order to prevent things like these in the future.

Cassy sighed with a defeated tone and released the grip she had on Sakura's shirt. There was no point arguing with her. "Sorry guys," she said, rubbing the back of her neck. "But it seems that it was dead-end trip for you."

"Not necessarily," replied Kyouya and fixed his glasses, turning on his business mode (which means threat-mode).

Cassy raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you mean?"

Kyouya smirked. "Well, since your friend here-" he threw a vicious glare at Sakura who seemed to be ignoring him "-has admitted at stealing our idea, I think it would be wise that you should pay some kind of repentance fee."

The twins, catching on, smirked and both nodded.

"I think it would be acceptable if you dissolved your club as of today because of your friend's theft." Kyouya suggested, looking at the club president with a pleased smirk. "Or pay us back for the unnecessary trip here."

Cassy's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Sorry," she said quietly. "But I decline both suggestions. Now, if that's all-" She turned on her heels and headed towards the rest of the hostesses.

"Then I challenge you!!"

Everything went silent. Haruhi was stunned, but then she groaned, placing her hand on her head. Only he would say something like that...
Tamaki stood in front of his fellow subjects, with his finger pointed at the redhead and he wore a confident smile on his face.

Cassy had stopped. She had her back at the Host Club. The girls all exchanged nervous looks and even Sakura looked up from her book. Haruhi had a feeling that it wasn't going to be a one-day trip after all.

"You challenge me, eh?" said Cassy quietly and slowly turned around with grin on her face. "Interesting, I accept, blondy!"

"Great!" exclaimed Tamaki. "If you lose, you'll have to dissolve your club,"

Cassy frowned. "And what if we win?"

"Then we'll go back home and leave you and your club untouched."

Cassy went to her friends and they started discussing the terms of the challenge. There were some arguing, mostly between her and Sakura. Hikaru & Kaoru tried to eaves-drop on their conversation but quickly decided to quit because one hostess, a girl with long, wildly cut brown hair and sky-blue eyes, kept sending them death-glares.

"Wait a minute, Tamaki-senpai," Haruhi lightly pulled on his sleeve. "I don't think this is such a good idea,"

He smiled reassuringly at her. "Don't worry, my dear daughter," he replied. "We won't lose to them,"

Haruhi sighed tiredly. And all I wanted to do today was finishing my homework in peace and quiet, she thought glumly.

After a moment or two, the girls faced the Host Club. They all seemed to have determined looks on their faces. Cassy grinned.

"My friends have agreed on accepting your terms," she said. "But this is how the challenge will be:
One member from each club will compete against each other in different tasks, it depends on who gets to start. And the first challenge starts after club activities tomorrow."

Tamaki glanced behind to see whether the rest of the Host Club were okay with her terms. The boys exchanged looks before all nodding to him. He smiled. "That sounds good."

Cassy nodded. "Good, then we'll see you again tomorrow," and the girls got ready to tidy up and leave.

"Wait," said Tamaki sharply and grabbed Cassy's hand. "Before you leave, could you please tell us what kind of types you are,"

Cassy blinked. "Our what?" she asked confusedly.

Tamaki chuckled. "Since you are members of a host clubs, you must be able to make your customers happy," he explained with a charming smile. "And therefore, there are always types that people would fall for,"

Cassy suddenly became aware that he was still holding her hand. She blushed furiously and looked away as she yanked her hand back.

"I shall tell you that," replied Sakura, stepping forth. She gestured her hand at the blonde girl. "This is Mandy Hamilton. 15 years old. She's quite known for her popularity and kindness and was therefore deemed the 'Princess' type."

"Aw, stop it, you're making me blush, Sakura," said Mandy and giggled.

Sakura pointed her finger at the little dark girl. She had raven-black hair with sky-blue streaks in it. She had her hair put up in one big pigtail on the side. Her eyes were shiny green and she looked to be younger than the rest. "That's Athena Kineks. Same age. She's the 'Cute little girl' type because she looks younger than us." Athena waved her hand cheerfully at the Host Club. The only one who returned the wave just as cheerfully was Hunny.

Sakura then nudged her head to the tall girl with the long, wildly-cut brown hair and sky-blue eyes. "And that's Robin Brooks. Also the same age. She's got a bit of a reputation among some guys but her looks made her to be the 'Bad Girl' type as well as the 'Silent' type." Robin had her arms crossed and glared at the boys.

Sakura then walked towards a girl with magenta-colored hair, which was pulled into buns on each side of her head. The rest of her hair ran down to her arms. Her eyes were crimson and she began to move nervously around when the boys looked at her, which the boys thought it looked adorable. "This is my friend, Doremi Makani. She's 16, same age as me and Cassy. She's not much used to being around guys and that's why she's the 'Shy Girl' type." Doremi blushed and looked down on the floor awkwardly (so cute, they thought).

"Then there's yours truly and Cassy," said Sakura, smirking. "I'm the 'Smart Cool' type while Cassy's the 'Wild' type as well as the 'Spunky' type."
Cassy grinned, though felt a bit embarrassed being described like that.

Tamaki nodded, mentally saving all the informations in his head. When they were done, he took a deep breath, preparing to announce their types.

"And we are-"

"They don't need to know," said Sakura bluntly as she and the others walked out of the classroom.

Tamaki gaped, utterly stunned. "What?!"

"They'll know when they'll read the file about you." She replied with a smirk as she closed the door and locked it. And with that, she walked with the rest away.

Tamaki opened and closed his mouth, like he was going to say something but then decided not to. He looked like a fish, in Haruhi's opinion. Cassy slapped him cheerfully on his back. "Better prepare yourselves," she said cheerfully. "We have no intentions of losing,"

The blonde boy blinked for a second, then smiled. "Neither do we,"

And thus, the trouble begins, Haruhi thought glumly.

End of chapter one.

Author's notes: Well, I hope you all liked the first chapter of my story.

Next chapter: The first round of their challenge begins. The Host Club gets an unexpected wake-up call and prepare for over-load of cuteness!