Ninja meets the Host club

Prologue

"Miharu, it isn't a very good idea for you to leave." A man with short jet black hair and dark blue eyes said, looking at an apathetic boy with short black hair and shocking emerald green eyes. The boy was wearing a long black sweater which looked to big on him and a pair of blue jeans, while the man was wearing a black suit with a violet dress shirt, and a black tie.

"Why not? I'm strong enough to protect myself now." The boy replied, glancing over at his teacher from the corner of his eye.

"That's not why, Miharu, and you know it's only been a couple of months since his death. I don't think you should be alone right now." The man told him as he placed his hand on Miharu's shoulder.

"Be quiet, you don't know what I'm capable of!" Miharu yelled at him as tears streamed from his eyes as he glared at his teacher, Tobari sensei.

"But Miharu-"

"Shut up, I don't want to talk about it." Miharu growled, pushing away Tobari sensei and storming out of the staff room.

"Yoite..." Miharu mumbled as he sat down at a bench, watching the waves slam against the cliff side before crashing back down. Miharu felt tears run down his face, and wiped them away with a shaky hand. After he composed himself, he stood up and started to walk home, knowing he had to be strong for Yoite.

"Miharu, your taxi is here." His grandma called.

"Coming." Miharu said as he walked to where his grandma stood by the taxi. He gave her a hug before going inside the car, waving goodbye as the vehicle drove away, scheduled to arrive in Tokyo in two hours. Miharu sighed as he sunk into his seat, looking out the window and watching the town he grew up in pass by.

Miharu grabbed his bags out of the taxi car and began to walk to the apartment his grandparents had rented out for him while he was staying in Tokyo. He opened up the apartment door and set all his bags down inside. He sighed as he opened them up, and began to put away all of his items, noticing his grandparents had sent a TV as well as a small coffee table ahead of time.

After Miharu was all done putting up a couple of dishes, his clothes, and dusting the place down, he pulled out the scarf and the hat that Yoite left him. Miharu held them tightly to his chest before placing the items next to him and pulling out four photos. One photo was of his parents, and another was of Tobari sensei and the others. The third photo was of his grandparents, and the last was of him with Yoite. He looked at them for a few moments, then set them all down on the TV stand.

Just then, heard a knock on the door, and got up to go answer it. He turned the doorknob and pulled, seeing a group of people standing outside. "Hello," Miharu greeted.

"Hi, I'm your neighbor Haruhi Fujioka." A girl with short brown hair and brown eyes said. She was wearing a knee length blue dress, and started pointing to people in the group as she introduced them. "These are my friends, Tamaki Suoh, Kyoya Ootori, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, Mitsukuni Haninozoku, and Takashi Morinozoku."

The first person Haruhi introduced, Tamaki, had blonde hair like a foreigner, and his violet eyes sparkled. He had on a red jacket with a black undershirt and tan pants. The second person, Kyoya, had a mysterious aura about him. He wore glasses that covered his eyes, and had short black hair. He was wearing a black dress shirt and a pair of black jeans.

The next two were a pair of twins who had orange hair with a reddish tint to it. They had a matching pair of golden eyes, and wore matching blue dress shirts. The one Miharu thought was Hikaru was wearing white jeans and the one he thought was Kaoru was wearing black jeans.

Then there was another blonde, Mitsukuni Haninozoku, that was as small as an elementary school kid, but his hidden strength could be sensed. He had auburn gold eyes, and was wearing a yellow button up shirt with blue jeans. He was clutching a pink stuffed rabbit. The last person, Takashi Morinozoku, had black hair with pitch black eyes. He was wearing a black shirt with a white jacket, and a pair of black jeans.

"Hello, I'm Miharu Rokujou, and I'll be starting at Ouran Academy tomorrow." Miharu told them.

"You're the transfer student." Kyoya stated.

Miharu nodded his head, and heard the stove ding, signaling that his dinner was done. "I'm sorry; I've got to get my dinner off the stove." Miharu said, looking at the group of teens.

"It's okay, we must be going anyway." Tamaki said.

They all left, and Miharu closed his door, going back inside.

A/N :Hope you guys liked this chapter tell me if you liked or hated this chapter. Please review. Thank you beta The Mystical Q for the edits