I stared up at the huge building before me. It was very beautifully built, and very pink. I only hoped my anxiety wouldn't hinder my first day of school being a good one. My already small frame shrunk slightly at the mere thought of being in the presence of a lot of people. A lot of rich people. I was starting to regret that my dad had found me. I started my slow trek to my class.

I tried to sneak into the classroom. The chatter of my fellow students died down as I moved to take the last seat in the class. I wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor. I sat quietly in my chair waiting for class to start.

"Hello there!" A blond young man leaned over my desk. I leaned away from him in sudden shock. "You're new to Ouran this year, right?"

"Y-yes..." I shrunk into my seat and stared bashfully down at my desk.

"Tamaki, You might want to refrain from scaring miss Fubuki." A dark haired young man with glasses sighed as he wrote down something in his book.

"Miss Fubuki? Are you related to Rin Fubuki?" The blond inquired.

"Y-yes. He's my father..." I almost whispered.

"Your father? I didn't know he had any children." Tamaki looked confused.

"We were just reunited last week." I mumbled. I look like a shy little yellow marshmallow...

"Ah." Tamaki grinned. "Well, my dear, I hope to see your beautiful face in our Host club's room soon!"

"Host club?" Why would they have something like that here? Isn't hosting the tame form of male hookers?

"My, yes. I'm sure we have someone to your tastes!" He was serious. My eyes widened in shock.

"Um..." I started to mumble timidly as he continued his flowery ramblings. Then the teacher walked in. I was saved from the exuberant blond male's attention, but not the piercing gaze of the black haired bespectacled one. It was calculating, scary.


It finally happened a few weeks into school. My father had decided that I needed to make "friends" and mingle with others of my standing. He wanted me to join a club, so he purposely told the driver to pick me up hours later than school let out. I had tried to find a quiet place to read, but so far all I had accomplished was driving my anxiety through the roof by facing several curious stares from my peers with each door I opened in search of a quiet room. I felt the mounting panic as I tore through the halls, blindly searching for a place to fall to pieces. I thought I had found an abandoned music room, and in my haste tripped through the doorway.

"Welcome!" I heard a chorus of male voices. I looked up from the floor I was sitting on, to see seven good looking young men arranged in an attempt to please what should have bee their customers.

And just like that, I lost my composure and whimpered as big fat tears rolled down my face. I immediately covered my face in an attempt to shield my tears from them, but the damage was already done. The whole room had gone quiet.

"There, there. Are you alright, princess?" A familiar voice spoke very close to me. It figured that in my mounting hysteria, I hadn't heard the approaching footsteps. I lowered my hands to see violet eyes far too close for my comfort level. I felt my lip quiver as my eyes widened in panic and I let out a hiccuping sob. I shut my eyes as more warm tears flowed down my cheeks.

"Tama-chan, I think she's having a panic attack." A small, childish blond boy consoled the suddenly gloomy king. I felt warm arms lift me from the ground and move me somewhere dim and quiet. I chanced a peek around after the arms disappeared from my person. I was in a curtained off section. I watched one of the curtains finish swishing closed.

"Let's give her some time to calm down." The familiar voice of a scary young man sounded from the other side o the curtain. "And in a bit, we can offer her refreshments."

"What do you think caused a reaction like that?" An almost gender neutral voice inquired.

"Remember how you just wanted a place to study when you showed up here? It was probably something similar to that. And according to my data, she has a mild form of social anxiety. It seemed to have gotten the better of her today, resulting in a panic attack." Came the succinct reply from my black haired classmate.

"Kyoya-sempai, are you going to charge her for staying in there?" Androgynous voice asked in disapproval. I couldn't help but smile. I had no problems paying for time in a dimly lit corner alone.

Five things I can see: expensive chairs, pink walls, marble floors, my awful yellow dress, pretty painting on the far wall.

Four things I can feel: The silk of this awful dress, the plushness of this love seat, my hair tickling my neck, my knees hurt from tripping earler.

Three things I can hear: Their voices, footsteps, clinking of china.

Two things I can smell: baked goods, coffee.

One thing I can taste: I let tears get in my mouth again. Salty.

I took a deep breath before standing on shaky legs and moving to brush aside the curtain. "I'm sorry for the trouble. I honestly thought this room was abandoned." I timidly addressed the room while staring down at the marble floor.

"No worries, Fubuki-hime. We are very sorry to have startled you." Came the congenial reply from my darker classmate.

"Did we scare you, Fubuki-chan?" A childish looking blond boy inquired innocently as he approached slowly.

"Not half so much as it may have seemed." I answered with an embarrassed giggle at my own expense.

"You wanna eat some cake with me?" He seemed so cute, I didn't have the heart to turn him down.

"Just a moment." I turned to Tamaki. "I take it, this is your host club?" I gestured to the other male bodies in the room.

"Yes. Would you like to assign a host to be a regular?" He grinned. "We have the stoic type," He gestured to a tall young man that indeed seemed stoic, "the boy lolita," He gestured to the blond boyish young man, "the mischievous type," Twins grinned at me, "the cool type," He pointed at Kyoya, "the natural type," I looked at the girl in boy's clothes, "or the princely type." He leaned in close to me."

"I suppose this would be the easiest way to pass my time. My father won't let anyone pick me up until after most clubs are done for the day. But I think I'll pass my time with him." I pointed toward the childish boy."

"I suppose I should have a seat reserved for you and Honey and Mori's table from here on out, then?" Kyoya clarified.

"Yes, please." I nodded quietly.

"Yay! Hurry, Fubuki-chan! Let's have some cake!" The exuberant blond boy cheered.

"O-okay." I smiled at him. I sat across from him and watched as his silent companion served out coffee and cake. I stared at the dark brew in my teacup in quiet contemplation. The aroma was familiar. It didn't have full body of the more expensive coffees, so I knew it wasn't anything I smelled when I was at my father's house. My eyes widened. "I-instant coffee?"

The whole room stared. They were frozen in shock. I felt a soft smile stretch across my features. I carefully added my desired amount of cream and sugar to my cup, and took a quiet sip. I closed my eyes and could almost see dingy walls stained with nicotine and shabby furniture that had far outlived their prime. I could almost hear the sounds of the busy city outside my apartment door. I opened my eyes to see seven pairs of eyes fixed on me.

"You know what instant coffee is, Fubuki-sempai?" The cross-dressing girl asked.

"Mmhmm." I smiled sweetly. "Believe it or not, It reminds me of home." I noticed that they all seemed to have a wordless conversation with their eyes. They knew I wasn't speaking of my father's house.

"So, Fubuki-chan, what kind of cake do you like?" I looked blankly at the cutesy blond in front of me.

"Ummm..." I looked down into the pale beverage in my cup. "I don't know. I-I think maybe cinnamon coffee cake..."

"That sounds yummy!" The cutie encouraged. The room suddenly came alive as more young ladies filtered through the door. They checked with Kyoya and then went to their favorite hosts. A few even came to sit around me.

"Hello, Honey." One of the few girls who sat next to me spoke to the cutesy blond.

"Hi ladies! Want some cake?" Honey greeted.

And that was how the rest of my afternoon went. The girls would giggle and blush at everything Honey or Mori did. There were coffee and sweets being passed around. I sat in peace, listening to the gaggle of giggling girls titter about some nonsense or another. It began to feel monotonous, so I pulled out my weathered and worn hard cover Lord of the Rings complete trilogy book. The fact that it was in English never bothered me, so I hummed quietly as I read the tale of Frodo Baggins. The girls didn't mind me, and the hosts didn't seem offended by my behavior, so I continued to read and hum quietly. I didn't even realize that I had fallen asleep, as my eyes drooped, and I accidentally dropped my book in my lap. My head must have hung forward, shading my face with silver tresses.


"Takeshi, look. Fubuki-chan is asleep sitting up." Honey whispered to his cousin and friend after the other ladies had left.

"Ah." Mori's deep voice resonated in the air, causing the sleeping girl to twitch and fall to her left and continued to sleep.

"Oh. She fell asleep while reading." Kyoya passed by as he spoke, calling attention from the other hosts unintentionally.

"Wow. She kinda looks like a little fairy." Haruhi murmured.

"A snow fairy." The twins chimed in quietly.

"How cute!" Tamaki chuckled quietly. "Hey, mommy?"

"...Yes?" Kyoya sighed.

"She said she needs to have something to do, why don't we add her to the club? Sure, she can't pass as a host, but why not find something for her? I heard quite a few of the guests comment on how she blended well with us." Tamaki grinned.

"I think it'd be interesting. We'll see what she says when she wakes up though." Kyoya answered.

Honey got closer and experimentally poked the tinsel haired lolita with Usa-chan. A quick flash of yellow, and Usa-chan was no longer in Honey's arms. Instead, the pink stuffed bunny was cuddled adorably in the tiny girl's arms. Mori wasn't sure what to do, other than hope Honey wasn't upset.

"Cuuuuttteee!" Honey cooed. "Can she stay with us? Huh, Kyoya?"

"She would make a good accessory for you two. What do you think, Mori-sempai?" Kyoya smirked.

Mori got closer to the girl, and instinctively began to pet her head gently. She sleepily tried to tilt her head into his hand, and made a sleepy, contented squeaky whine in the back of her throat. Mori wordlessly continued to pet her hair. I light dusting of pink had found its way onto his face.

"I'll take that as a yes."