Ouran High School is an elite school for children of the rich and famous. However, one girl was able to get in due to her high-grade marks. But, this girl is fooling everyone. They all think "she" is a "he"! A member of the Host Club, she entertains girls that have too much time on their hands. Known as the 'Natural' type, her smile and touching casual small talk woo her customers. Her fellow Host Club members are the only who know of her secret. And with that secret, school days tend to be a bit different...


"Shit, shit I'm late!" Haruhi angrily whispered to herself. As she ran faster, her bag slowly fell away from her arm. Her eyes flashed back as it whipped behind her.

"No, my bag!" Haruhi cried. She turned around and ran to it. She knelt down and looked over it. The seams on the bottom had popped and all her belongings spilled out. As she stuffed them back inside, two familiar hands placed themselves on her shoulders.

"Good morning, our dear Haruhi.." the devilish pair greeted. Haruhi sighed.

"Hikaru, Karou..." she said. They peeked over her shoulders.

"Oh, your bag broke?" Karou asked. Haruhi nodded.

"Yeah, it was old and the seam popped.." she told them. They nodded and proceeded to help her. When they finished, they walked to the school together. As they walked down the halls, a tall teen began following them, walking faster then breaking into a run. Before Haruhi could turn to see who's shoes were making such a great noise, he caught her.

"Daddy's little girl!" Tamaki exclaimed. He grabbed Haruhi and swept her up into a hug.

"S-Sempai! Let go of me!" she yelled. Her bag flew away and ripped more.

"No, not again!" she yelled. Tamaki released her and she hurried over to it. As she picked up her belongings, Tamaki crept over.

"Daddy's sorry, Haruhi..." he said. She turned and glared at him.

"Well thanks for the apology, Tamaki."

While Tamaki resided into a corner muttering "Haruhi's mad at me...", Haruhi picked up her belongings again.

"Here, use this."

Haruhi glanced to the side to see a new bag. Kyoya stood above her, holding the bag.

"Thanks Kyoya-sempai." she replied, grabbing the bag.

"I'm adding it to your debt." he told her. She nodded.

"I know, I know.." she muttered. As she zipped up her new bag, she realized that two Host Club members were missing.

I wonder where Hunny-sempai and Mori-sempai are...?

Then, as if to answer her wondering mind, a small, blond haired boy grabbed Haruhi's hands and spun her around.

"Haru-chan! Good morning!" Hunny exclaimed. Mori stood in front of them, watching with his normal, expressionless expression.

"Good morning, Hunny-sempai, Mori-sempai." she responded. Mori nodded at her as Hunny scrambled onto his back.

"Takaishi, we have to go to class!" Hunny exclaimed. Mori nodded and raised his hand to them, saying bye. As they walked off, the twins interlinked their arms with Haruhi's.

"We should be going to class also, Haruhi. Let us escort you.." they said in unison. The atmosphere became heavy with rage.

"Daddy's Super Protecting Tackle!" Tamaki yelled out. As he was about to land on the twins, they stepped to the side. Tamaki landed on the floor and reached out to Haruhi.

"Haruhiiii!" Tamaki cried out as the twins walked with her to class. The brothers turned and faced him.

"Nyaaaahhh!" they said as they stuck out their tongues. Haruhi sighed.

Same as always...today's just like any other...