Hey guys- heres an Ouran story i've had on my comp but never posted- guess it slipped my mind to post it. Hope you enjoy!
Also- for an epic Ouran story- please, PLEASE check out BlackWingzObi's fanfic titled 'More Behind the Mask' . Its amazing!!

Disclaimers: I dont own Ouran- but I do own my OC, Yuuki. (some of u- if ur into Naruto- will recognize her last name. i dont own the last name)

Warning: story contains cussing- due to Yuuki

Walking through the prestigious school- I looked around somewhat curiously. Call me nosy- I could care less. I wanted to see what was so 'awesome' about this school. My older sister had gone to Ouran when she was younger- and I had heard from other girls my age that this place was the best. As far as I could tell, this place was pretty normal… or average. Turning down a hall, I came across a reading room, and opened the door a little bit- peaking inside.

"This is supposed to be a reading room?" I asked myself silently. The whole place was filled with chattering rich kids- none of which were reading. Shaking my head disappointedly, I closed the door. Continuing on throughout the halls, I walked up some stairs and soon came to a music room.

"The third music room… that's not being used…" I said to myself, musing over it for some reason," Why have a music room if you're not going to use it?" Shrugging, I was about to walk on, but voices stopped me.

"No sempai- now get away!" it sounded like a girl…

"Come on- please Haruhi? For daddy?"

"NO SEMPAI!" This was getting slightly disturbing, but I kept still, listening.

"Come on Haruhi- it's not that bad."

"I am refusing to wear that!"

"Wear it and it will take off a thousand yen on your debt- if don't wear it, and it will add three thousand yen." The silence that followed was eerie.

"I hate you."

"I know." Judging by the padding of footsteps, someone was walking away and then a door closed. They say curiosity killed the cat- but im not a cat. So, in this case, it would be curiosity intrigued the scorpion. My hand stretched out, grasped a handle on one of the double doors, and pushed open the door. As I stepped in, I was stared at by a group of six guys- all dressed in tuxedos.

"Sorry- but the Host Club isn't open yet." I blinked at two of the guys- twin red-heads.

"Host…Club?" I asked.

"Yes- that's what we said," they said in perfect unison. My left eyebrow arched, and I blinked.

"O-kay," I said slowly, and slid my hands into the pockets of my hoodie," bye then." I turned around, spinning on one of my heels, and prepared to walk out- but another door leading to the room opened. A guy dressed in a rather short, pink kimono walked out.

"That's what you wouldn't wear?" I asked, and he looked at me," Sorry- I couldn't help but overhear from outside."

"Yes- but sadly, I must wear this," he told me, sighing.

"You poor, poor, unfortunate soul," I said, shaking my head," I feel so bad for you right now."

"That makes two of us," he said.

"So- exactly who are you?" a rather short guy asked me, appearing beside me.

"Huh? Oh-"I said, slightly surprised, and going to turn around," I'm-"

"Watch out!" the frightened voice said, quickly tackling into me, and taking me down. We landed on the floor, and I propped myself up on my elbows, knocking him off of me.

"What the hell was that about?!" I demanded.

"You were about to step on that thing!" the blonde said, pointing shakily at the floor near where my feet had been seconds before. On the polished floor lay a cloth doll.

"So- who gives a crap?" I said, getting up. My hood had fallen from my head when we had hit the floor, and now my hair was flowing out of the hoodie.

"Uchiha, Yuuki-san. How nice to see you again after all these years." My head traveled around, and I saw one of the guys looking at me.

"Ootori, Kyoya-san… what the..?" I said, raising an eyebrow, and then shrugging," Oh well- nice to see you too."

"How is your father?" he asked.

"Last I heard- he's still alright. Yours the same ass he was back then?" Kyoya slightly stiffened at my choice of words. It was no secret that I despised Yoshio Ootori- he had disrespected my father in front of a crowd of business people.

"Don't speak of him in that manor," Kyoya said, his glasses glinting in the light from the windows. I simply shrugged, and bent to pick up the doll on the floor.

"Eeep!" the tall blonde said, and ran to hide behind Kyoya.

"What? Afraid of little dollies?" I asked sarcastically.

"Belzenef is no doll." Suddenly the doll was out of my hands, and I turned around. Standing in the doorway was a cloaked man, holding the doll in his hand like a hand puppet.

"Right… okay- this place is weird," I said, putting my hood back over my head and beginning to walk out.

"Why did you come here in the first place?" Kyoya asked me, and I stopped.

"Wha-? Oh- I was thinking of attending the school- but, on second thought…" I explained, and shook my head. As I began walking, I heard Kyoya's voice.

"Looks like you'll have to go to another private school then… or be taught at home… where Kalori is…" he said, and I stopped in my tracks, and he continued," Well- I guess, if that's what you want…"

"You know- you really can be a real pain in the ass sometimes Kyoya-san," I said, turning my head back towards him, looking at him over my shoulder. He smiled slightly, and I sighed.

"We'll see you Monday, then, Yuuki-san," Kyoya said, and I waved my hand dismissively, walking off.

"Yeah- whatever," I said, and put my hand back in a pocket. As I walked away, I began thinking. This place wasn't that bad I guess; sure it had some downfalls- but it was better then going to another private school- or home school- where I would have to suffer being home… with Kalori. Kalori- why my older sister couldn't stick with a guy for more then a month at a time was a mystery to me. She said it was because they weren't her 'type' or they weren't 'the guy'. I think she just wanted all the attention from father when it went downhill. He would send her things to try to cheer her up- and it ninety percent of the time, she would get something shiny and expensive- and she would instantly be happy again. It was typical- where she got that attitude from though, no one knows. As I got in the limo, I looked around and saw Kyoya looking out a window from up above; looking down, straight at me.

"There's some thing in your eyes I can't resist, something in the air- I don't know why."

The ringtone caught me off guard, and I opened it.

"What? Leg's somehow got broken in the time I haven't seen you?" I asked sarcastically.

"I don't quite understand that- but I was just seeing if your cell phone number was up to date," Kyoya said.

"Why? Are you a professional stalker now?"

"No. I have my reasons though. Good bye- see you Monday, Yuuki-san," Kyoya said, and hung up.

"Uh-huh," I said, and hung up as well, shaking my head. He always seemed to get me by surprise- but that's what I liked. I smiled as I got into the limo, and the driver took me back to my house.

~Kyoya's POV~

From the window, I watched her get into the limo. I saw her smile to herself as she got in, and couldn't help but softly smile as well. No matter what, we were the same as we had always been. Turning around, I came face to face with the rest of the Host Club.

"So, Kyoya sempai, how do you know her?" Haruhi asked me.

"From when we were younger- and our father's done business together," I answered, sitting down.

"Oh… She seems nice- has quite the mouth though," Kaoru said.

"She might be fun to have around," Hikaru nodded.

"I don't know… she seems a little… too secure," Tamaki told me, sitting down next to me at the table. I didn't mention it- but he was right. She did seem a little more secure then she had been in the past. Maybe I would have to do a little searching tonight- get my information up to date. With her, anything was possible- so I had to be prepared for the unexpected.

Authoress: I also dont own the lyrics saw above in the ringtone.
Song: Reason
Artist: Cascada