Alright guys, so I've gotten quite a few requests for an Ouran High School Host Club story and I just could not resist the temptation! The pairings go as follows, no hate pls: Hikaru/Haruhi and Tamaki/OC.

Now for the disclaimer and some character info! YAY!

The writer acknowledges that Ouran High School Host Club, it's characters and storylines are creative properties of Bisco Hatori, Shojo Beat and VIZ Media. All original story and OC's are, however, creative properties of Moxxie Russo. No Stealing.

Name: Alice Seto (Seto Arisu)

Age: 16

Hair: Light Brown

Eyes: Brown

Height: 5'1" (155 cm)

Birthday: August 18th

Astrological Sign: The Lion

Class: Second Year

Ethnicity: Japanese-American

Nationality: American

Alice is the daughter of powerful toy manufacturer, Seto Akira and his american Ex-Wife, Elizabeth Jones-Seto. After her parents divorce when she was 10, Alice moved to America with her mother, but after her father's death she returned to Japan, at her grandmother, Seto Sayuri's, request. Alice agrees to the move, as she doesn't want her father's company to be subjected to a corporate take over should she not accept her duties.

"Sit up straight, Arisu, You'll wrinkle your Mofuko." Sayuri hissed to her granddaughter, who sat slouched in her chair. She smiled as Arisu did as she was told, sitting up straighter and adjusting her obi. Arisu sat quietly beside her, her lips pulled into a thin line. She hadn't spoken much all day, as the women sat beside Seto Akira's urn.

"Sorry, Obaasan." Arisu mumbled, forcing a smile at one of the older trustees who came to pay his respect to her father's ashes. She watched him bow to the vase, thinking bitterly on how silly it looked, until she thought about her own appearance. With all the make up her grandmother had caked on her face you couldn't tell that she he been crying all day, but her eyes stung and her nose was sore.

"Don't cry, Arisu, you're eyeliner will run." Sayuri commented, seeing the corners of her grandchild's eyes water. Arisu sniffed once, taking her handkerchief and dabbing her eyes gently, before giving her grandmother a dull look. The woman smiled, taking Arisu's hand in hers and squeezing it. Sayuri had been very hard on her today, the trustees had to see Arisu as strong and capable, but Sayuri knew deep down how distraught her granddaughter was.

"Yes, obaasan." Arisu muttered, sniffing lightly. The Seto home had grown quite crowded in the past hour, many people showed. She knew some of them, recognizing them as board members and their families, others she wasn't so familiar with. But she smiled at them all the same, putting up her brave face though all she wanted to do was retreat to her room.

Her father's ailing health had escaped her, when she visited over the summer he was perfectly fine, but here she was, the end of september, at his funeral. The doctor's had explained to her and her mother that he had been battling heart disease for some time now, the heart attack was inevitable, but Arisu couldn't believe them. He'd seemed so healthy when she saw him last.

"Sayuri-Sama." A deep voice drawled, pulling Arisu from her reverie. A man stood before Arisu and her grandmother, smiling empathetically down at them. Sayuri stood, and Arisu followed her lead. She recognized this man from her childhood, his name was Suoh Yuzuru, he was one of her fathers closest friends and a board member.

"Yuzuru-Sama," Sayuri smiled, bowing politely. Arisu followed her lead, bowing to him as well. "We have been waiting for your arrival." Sayuri smiled, covering her face with her sleeve. Yuzuru nodded in amusement, his eyes turning to Arisu.

"Arisu-San, I missed you on your last visit. My son and I were vacationing most of his summer break." He apologized, bowing, before smiling at her. "You've gotten taller." He teased her. Of all the board members, she actually enjoyed Yuzuru Suoh. He wasn't as stuffy as the rest of them and her familiarity with the man left him like family.

"Speaking of Tamaki-Kun...?" Sayuri asked, looking behind Yuzuru. Arisu followed her gaze, she remembered Tamaki from when they were younger, much younger, but as they grew older Arisu didn't see much of him on her bi-yearly visits to her father's. He was busy with school and she was busy with trustees.

"Ah! How rude of him!" Yuzuru turned, snapping his fingers once. A blonde teen appeared before them, his blue eyes wide and his grin just as big. He stood at least a foot taller than Arisu, something she found interesting as she'd always matched him in height as children. He was clad humbly in a dark blue suit and matching tie. "Tamaki, you remember Sayuri-Sama?"

"How could I forget such a beautiful maiden?" He said with a smile, taking Sayuri's hand and kissing it. Arisu rolled her eyes, earning a pointed look from her grandmother.

"And I'm sure you haven't forgotten Arisu-san?" Yuzuru grinned, holding his hand out to Arisu, pointing her out to his oblivious son. Tamaki grinned, his eyes growing wide as he looked down at her.

"But of course..." He trailed off, smiling at Arisu. It had been years since he'd seen her, but he'd recognize her face anywhere. Arisu had unique features, due to her american heritage. Her high cheek bones and her light hair gave her away instantly, but it was her eyes that Tamaki remembered most. "You've grown out your hair. I like it." He gave her a dashing grin.

"You are too kind, Tamaki-San." Arisu smiled, not sure how he could tell she'd grown her hair out with the updo her grandmother forced her to wear. Sayuri cleared her throat and quickly Arisu brought her sleeve up in front of her face. She felt her cheeks growing hot, as she'd forgotten that very important custom. Tamaki watched her, amused, something that only made Arisu feel more embarrassed. She'd never remember all of the posh things she now had to do.

"We give you our condolances, Sayuri-Sama." Yuzuru spoke quietly, his eyes flickering to the urn stting beside the women. "Especially to you, Arisu-san. You're father was a great man. I will miss him dearly."

"Thank you, Yuzuru-sama." Arisu mumbled, her eyes falling to the floor.

"Oh with the formalities already, Yuzu, we're practically family." Sayuri pish poshed, heaving a heavy sigh. "Have you managed to pay your respects to my late son?"

"Indeed we have, Sayuri. Tamaki and I didn't want to leave before delivering the great news." Yuzuru smiled and Sayuri's eyes lit up. Arisu watched her grandmother suspiciously as she clapped her hands together. Yuzuru turned his eyes to Arisu and she couldn't help but feel like she was at the center of a plot. "I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Ouran High School. I've talked with the Board of Trustees and we would be delighted to have you!"

Arisu's mouth dropped, completely forgetting the required etiquette for such an occasion. She'd assumed that she'd be going to Ouran next year, as it was late in the school year by now and she'd be behind in her classes. Arisu knew why she'd been accepted though; As the heiress of The Seto Toy Company they'd be stupid to turn her away.

"I can't believe you convinced them so late in the semester!" Sayuri babbled excitedly, proper etiquette forgotten by her as well.

"It was a tough sell, but she'll do fabulously at Ouran. Besides, Tamaki will be there to see her through." Yuzuru assumed, looking at the two teens.

"Of course." Tamaki beamed, extending a hand to Arisu. Arisu looked at his hand quietly, her eyes darting to her grandmother who watched her expectantly, giving her silent permission. Arisu took it, regretting her decision as Tamaki pulled her hand to his lips, kissing it lightly. "I'll see to it myself that she adjusts well to Ouran."

"Ah! Just perfect! Akira would be so proud!" Sayuri gushed. Arisu pulled her lips into a tight smile, tugging her hand away from Tamaki's grasp. Sayuri was talking animatedly, leaving Tamaki and Arisu to their own, awkward devices. Tamaki cleared his throat, adjusting his tie as he did.

"You look well." He blurted out suddenly. "I mean, for the occasion you look well." Arisu snorted, a very unlady like reaction, and Tamaki grinned. "There she is."

"Who?"

"The little american girl I always picked on when we were kids." Again Arisu snorted.

"I believe the oxygen up there is thin, Tama-chan. It was you who ran crying to Yuzuru-Sama every five minutes." Arisu laughed, recalling their stupid fights as children. Tamaki pouted childishly, his princely demeanor gone now that his father and her grandmother were no longer paying attention.

"You're so mean, Ari-puu!" Tamaki grinned at her. Arisu smiled at her childhood nickname. As children they were alway's adding silly honorifics to each others name, since being foreign children they hated having to use them, but she found that she liked this one the best and as always, he remembered. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Arisu said robotically. It was knee jerk at this point, from everyone asking about her well being the past few days. Tamaki gave her a look that said he didn't believe her and she gave him what was supposed to be a reassuring smile.

"Arisu, we're friends. You don't have to be so formal." Tamaki told her. Arisu sighed, glancing over at her grandmother and Yuzuku. "Are you okay?" Arisu took a deep breath as he asked again, her lip quivering. She shook her head furiously, blinking away the tears.

"He seemed perfectly fine when I saw him last!" She blurted out, covering her mouth with her sleeve. As much as she hated this custom, she didn't want Tamaki to see her cry. Tamaki pulled her sleeve away from her face, wiping a stray tear that ran down her cheek. "I was so far away when he needed me! I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye!" Arisu sobbed, dabbing her eyes lightly with her handkerchief.

"I know, Arisu." Tamaki said, his voice barely above a whisper. He pulled her into his chest, hugging her tightly leaving Arisu to marvel at how good human contact felt. Since she'd been in town, she'd barely merited a hug from her grandmother, which was typical for the woman, despite an occasion. Arisu wrapped her arms around Tamaki's waist, returning the hug and forgetting where exactly they were.

"It seems we're interrupting." A voice said casually. Tamaki and Arisu parted quickly, and Arisu straightened her obi and collar. In front of her stood another of the board members accompanied by a teen about Arisu's age. "I see you haven't out grown your western ways..." The older man trailed off, speaking of the inappropriate hug the two teens had shared.

"K-Kuwabara-Sama." Arisu stuttered, daring a glance over her shoulder. It seemed her grandmother and Yuzuru had moved off to chat with another group of trustees and Arisu shivered at the thought of her grandmother witnessing what just happened. "Welcome to our home." Arisu bowed.

"Your father's home is quiet beautiful, Arisu-san." Kuwabara veiled his insult with a smile, one that Arisu returned. "Tamaki-san, a pleasure as always." Kuwabara turned to Arisu's friend, blowing her off entirely.

"As always, Kuwabara-sama." Tamaki plastered a smile on his face as he shook Arakawa Kuwabara's hand. The man wore a snake like smile, one that Tamaki had never liked.

"I'm sure you remember my son, Souta?" Kuwabara asked haughtily, stepping to the side. Arisu had never seen the teen before, but Kuwabara was no longer talking to her. Being ignored in her own house, how cute.

"Tamaki-san," The boy smiled, bowing to the blonde teen respectfully. Souta turned to Arisu and his entire demeanor shifted. The smile dropped from his face and Arisu couldn't help but notice the resemblance between father and son. "Arisu-san." The boy didn't bow, which left Arisu confused. She had never met him, but she knew his father. They had always seemed to get along, despite Arisu's western ways, but now it was like Kuwabara loathed her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Souta-san." Arisu decided to remain as formal as possible, despite the lack of respect, and she bowed to him. When she came up from her bow, she couldn't help but notice the self satisfied smirk plastered on Souta's face.

"You two have come to pay your respects to the late Seto Akira, I pressume?" Tamaki asked, all the humor from earlier gone. He eyed the two men with thinly veiled contempt, and had it been his house he would've said something about the disrespectful way they spoke to Arisu. Had this been his house they would have been removed.

"We already have, Tamaki-san, we merely wanted to greet the son of the great Yuzuku Suoh." Kuwabara smiled at him.

"And Seto Arisu." Tamaki added. Kuwabara's eyes flashed and he glanced at Arisu, his smile more forced than it had been a moment ago.

"Of course. The heiress has been most welcoming in her father's home." Kuwabara insisted yet again. In normal conversation, Kuwabara's words wouldn't have seemed so openly hostile, but the emphasis he put to them made Arisu's skin crawl. After a short pause, Kuwabara sighed, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "I was hoping to speak to your father and Lady Sayuri about several matters, but it seems they are busy." Kuwabara glanced over Arisu's shoulder. She didn't look and instead locked eyes with Souta, finding the way he continuously smirked at her to be unnerving. "I will just have to speak with them later. Have a pleasant day, Arisu-san," He grinned at her before turning to Tamaki and bowing. "Tamaki-san."

"And you, Kuwabara-sama." Arisu returned as the pair took their leave. She stared after them with narrowed eyes. What the hell was their problem?

"They shouldn't be allowed to disrespect you like that." Tamaki murmured as he too watched after them. Arisu shrugged, it didn't really bother her, she was used to american rudeness, but she understood where he was coming from. Their actions were completely abhorent in high class japanese society.

"I'm not too worried about what Arakawa Kuwabara thinks about me." Arisu snorted.

"You should be, he is head of the board after all." Tamaki told her. Arisu turned to him, shocked. She wasn't aware that Kuwabara had gotten a promotion. "As head of the board he's is acting CEO until you graduate, Ari-puu." Tamaki turned to her, his expression grave. Arisu frowned, turning to watch the two men mingle with other mourners, every now and then catching Souta looking at her with a pretentious smirk. She bit her lip, a pit forming in her stomach; they were going to be a problem.

Arisu sat lazily in the back seat of her grand mother's town car, staring out the window as they rode through the streets towards Ouran High School. Though she knew that Tamaki would be there and she wouldn't be totally alone on her first day, she dreaded it all the same. She gave a big yawn, forgetting to cover her mouth, to which she earned a light slap on her knee from her grandmother.

"Arisu!" Sayuri hissed as her granddaughter wiped her eyes. Arisu, sighed, mumbling an apology and sitting up straighter, blinking her eyes several times to clear away the drowsiness. Sayuri knew she didn't sleep much the night before, even with her make up you could make out the dark circles under Arisu's eyes. Suddenly Sayuri was thankful she made her apply it, as Arisu was determined to go to school without any make up at all. "Tamaki-Kun will be waiting for you at the front door, We're arriving early so you can take a tour with him and Yuzu."

"Yes obaasan." Arisu sighed, sniffing lightly. Her nose was sore and she felt like she may be coming down with something. Or it's just me finding an excuse not to go today. She thought snarkily to herself.

"I have some affairs to tend to at company headquarters today, paperwork and such, but after school I would like you to attend Ouran High School's Host club." Arisu visibly slouched in her seat. She'd heard about host clubs, and from what she heard they sounded stupid. If she were in America, she'd liken it to a male escort service, just without the fun bits. She briefly mused what the point of that kind of escort service would be, before brushing the thoughts aside entirely.

"I still don't see why I have to go to a specific club to talk to boys." Arisu turned to her grandmother, smiling widely. "Don't you think I'm charming enough to talk to one on my own?" Sayuri pursed her lips at Arisu cheeky statement, stifling a grin. Her attitude reminded the old woman of her late son very much.

"It's a great way to network, Arisu. The host's families are all very wealthy entrepreneurs, a few of them are even board members." Sayuri told her. Arisu grimaced, slouching in her seat.

"Is Souta-Kun a host?" Sayuri paused thoughtfully, thinking back on Arisu's question.

"I don't think so..." Sayuri hummed to herself, a finger on her chin. Arisu frowned as they pulled up to the large, posh school. She noticed Tamaki immediately, which lightened her mood a tad. "Ah, there's Tamaki-Kun!" Sayuri pointed out, obviously. "Now remember your manners, school here is different than in America. Oh! Also! Be nice at The Host Club. It may not matter to you now, but those contacts will be important when you take over the company."

"Sobaa! I get it okay? Be nice, don't be American. Understood." Arisu groaned, stepping out of the car. She straightened the ugly, yellow skirt of her uniform, tugging lightly at the tight collar, before tossing her satchel bag over her shoulder. She hated this uniform and much preferred the boys, but her Grandmother wouldn't allow her to switch it out even though it wasn't against school policy.

Sayuri pursed her lips at her granddaughter, before their driver shut the door and peeled out. Arisu waited for the car to be out of side before she turned on her heels to join Tamaki at the front doors. He waved happily to her, standing nearly as tall as her father, who also smiled and waved.

"Good morning, Ari-puu!" Tamaki greeted her. Arisu glanced at Yuzuru , who said nothing about the informal greeting.

"Good morning Tama-chan...?" She said unsure of herself. Yuzuru said nothing so she continued with her greeting, bowing to the Suoh patriarch. "And Yuzuru-Sama." Arisu grinned, feeling herself relax. She wasn't sure what her grandmother was talking about, Even as Headmaster, Yuzuru wasn't stuffy.

"Good morning, Arisu-San. I trust you found school okay?" Yuzuru asked. Arisu nodded as he returned her bow. "The uniform looks lovely on you." He gushed, causing Arisu to blush.

"Ah, thank you." She mumbled, scratching the back of her head. Yuzuru turned to his son, patting him on the shoulder before smiling at Arisu again.

"I'm afraid I wont be joining you on your tour today, Arisu-San. It seems that some unexpected matters have cropped up with the History teachers, however Tamaki had assured me that he would still show you around." Yuzuku told her, glancing at his watch.

"Of course, can't have you getting lost on your first day!" Tamaki said happily. Arisu rolled her eyes, apparently he forgot that he was the one with the horrible sense of direction.

"If you two can handle it, I will take my leave. Arisu-San, enjoy your first day on campus." Yuzuru chuckled, before walking away, leaving Tamaki and Arisu to their own devices.

If the outside of Ouran High School was huge, the inside was even more massive in size. It was luxurious and gaudy, each student having their own closet sized locker and decorative couches every several feet. The walls were pink and creme, an odd color palette for a school, in Arisu's opinion, with grand staircases and tall windows. There was a cherry blossom garden, a fountain garden and a topiary garden, plus a large track and several tennis courts.

Arisu was suddenly thankful that she had been given the grand tour after all, while she was good with directions, there were several different wings and buildings, each of them littered with many classrooms. Tamaki explained to her that the wings contained different curriculum and once you remembered which curriculum was where, it was easy to figure out from there.

As the tour was winding down, and the school began to crowd, Tamaki led Arisu to the west wing, where her Japanese class and her Japanese History class would be. Her locker was also in the west wing, something that Arisu was thankful for as she could visit it in the morning and not be too far from class.

"I am afraid that this is where I leave you, Mademoiselle." Tamaki sighed sadly, leaning one hand against the locker next to her. Arisu pouted, grabbing several off her books out of her locker. Tamaki watched as she pulled out a first year Japanese book, taking it from her without even asking. "I believe they gave you the wrong Japanese book, Ari-tan. Fear not, I will run and get you the correct book."

"Eh heh. that is the right book." Arisu told him, snatching it from his hand and depositing it in her satchel. He gave her a strange look as she shut her locker. "I'm in first year Japanese."

"But, you're a second year, Ari-puu." Tamaki said dumbly.

"Yeah well... I can't read or write Japanese, so i tested into the remedial class." Arisu frowned thinking about how hard it was going to be for her to learn in high school. "And before you say anything about the book being in Japanese..." Arisu fished through her bag, pulling out a Japanese to English dictionary. "Ta-daaaa!" She sing songed, holding it up for him to see.

"You could have told me you needed help, Ari-puu." Tamaki frowned at her, pushing the book down out of his face. Arisu pish poshed him.

"I'll be fine Tama-Tama." She reassured him. "Besides, it's not like I can't understand what the teacher is saying. I'll just write my notes in English, take them home and translate them out into Japanese." The tardy bell rang and Arisu groaned. She didn't want to take on the school day. "Do we have any classes together?"

"I'm not sure..." Tamaki hummed to himself. Arisu frowned at him.

"Well, would you be able to walk me to this stupid club after school? Obaasan says that it'll help me network and make friends." Arisu grimaced at the thought of going to The Host Club.

"You? Friends?" Tamaki guffawed as he led Arisu down the hall and to her Japanese class.

"So funny." Arisu deadpanned. As she walked she couldn't help but notice all of the stares she was getting. She realized that she was exotic to most of the students, but with all eyes on her she felt like an animal on display at the zoo.

"I would love to take you to your club, Ari-puu, but I have one of my own to get to." Tamaki pouted, stopping just outside of a door. The sign above read 'Lecture hall 2.'

"Oh well, that's okay. I'll find it." Arisu smiled at him, shaking off her disappointment.

"Are you sure? I can have someone take you..." He looked at her wryly, insinuating that she would get lost.

"I'll be able to find it, Tama-Kuu, you've already been helpful enough." Arisu grinned at him, stepping towards the classroom door. She waved goodbye to her friend as she stepped inside. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but as soon as Arisu entered, all eyes snapped to her and she felt her cheeks grow hot.

"Ah, Seto Arisu, I see you've finally made it." The instructor said, clearing his throat. Arisu opened and closed her mouth rapidly, like a goldfish, nervous and unsure what to say.

"I-uh-I-I'm sorry, Sensei." She bowed to her teacher. The man smiled at her as she stood up.

"Well, I suppose, now that you're up here, you could introducing yourself to the class. It's customary for new students to say a few words about themselves." Arisu frowned at her teacher, before clearing her throat.

"Well, my name is Alice Seto, well no, I suppose my name is Seto Arisu," She continued, fumbling over her words. "I'm a second year transfer student from America." A hushed whisper washed over the students and Arisu glanced at the floor. She could make out bits and pieces of the conversations, people making comments about her being in a first year Japanese class.

"Well, Arisu-San, my name is Kaname Kurogane, but you may call me Kurogane-Sensei or just Sensei." Her instructor smiled politely at her, gesturing to the rows of desks in front of her. "It seems we only have one desk available, in the second girls row, next to Haruhi-Kun and the Hitachiin brothers." Arisu followed his hand noticing that each row of desks was either all girls or all boys, alternating. She found her seat quickly and quietly, pulling out her text book and dictionary.

Taking a quick look around, Arisu noticed most eyes were still on her, despite the fact that Kurogane had already started the days lessons. Some eyes were curious, while others watched her scornfully. Arisu sighed, sitting back in her seat, her name still floating around and poked at. She caught eyes with the slight brunette next to her who offered Arisu a polite smile.

"Hi." The boy spoke softly, his voice much less harsh than Arisu had expected. Arisu turned in her seat, just to make sure that it was indeed her being addressed.

"Hi." Arisu replied, waving awkwardly.

"My name is Fujioka Haruhi, but you can call me Haruhi."

"Seto Arisu, but you can call me Arisu." Arisu told him, feeling two pairs of eyes boring into the back of her head. She offered a wary look over her shoulder, where two red heads grinned at her with identical smiles. Arisu grinned uneasily at the twins who observed her curiously, their eyes flashing almost mischievously.

"Cut it out, you two. It creeps people out when you smile like that." Haruhi hissed from his chair. The twin in the first desk pouted at Haruhi, but they did as they were told.

"We're the Hitachin Twins." The one in the second desk said. "I'm Kaoru."

"And I'm Hikaru." The other said confidently, as if they'd been practicing their introductions. "Pay attention because there will be a test later." Hikaru finished coyly leaving Arisu to marvel at how quickly he bounced back from his pout. Haruhi rolled his eyes, jotting a few things down in his notebook.

"Just ignore them. They're harmless." Haruhi smiled as Arisu looked to him for help. Arisu nodded slowly, turning to face the board. She was horrified to find that Kurogane-Sensei had written out his notes while she wasn't listening, and now she couldn't understand them what she'd missed. The Hitachiin twins watched her, amused, as she opened her Japanese-English dictionary, flipping through it. Haruhi frowned at the girl who squinted up at the board and then down to her dictionary, looking more and more flustered with every passing second. "If you wanted, I could help you?"

"Oh, no, I'm fine, really." Arisu brushed off his offer.

"He's the famous commoner scholar, besides, you'll never get anywhere with that dictionary." The twin on the right, Hikaru, stated obviously. Arisu bit her lip, silently closing her dictionary, and Haruhi and Kaoru gave Hikaru matching dirty looks. Hikaru shrugged his shoulder innocently, twirling his pencil between his fingers. "What? I'm just trying to help her out."

"Again, Ignore him." Haruhi hissed, writing something else down. "It's really no trouble at all. I'm top of the class so you could say I'm good at this stuff." Arisu thought on his words momentarily, glancing at the rude Hitachiin twin from the corner of her eye. He watched her, a bored expression on his face. His words cut across her mind and she sighed. Arisu supposed a second year student did look pretty dumb in a first year Japanese class with a Japanese to English dictionary. But then she supposed teaching a teen how to read and write would be such a burden...

"I can't trouble you like that, honestly, I'll be fine." Haruhi frowned at the girl and Hikaru snorted, earning a hard flick to the back of his neck from his twin, who hissed something along the lines of 'rude' as he did it. Arisu glared at Hikaru, pulling out her dictionary again.

"Alright, but if you need help, all you have to do is ask." Haruhi told her. Arisu could tell that the boy was genuine, he really did want to help her, and for a moment she debated on accepting. Only for a moment.

Arisu sat quietly in her Advanced Calculus class, working out one of the equations on her worksheet. She'd always enjoyed math, it was the same in every language, something that she was thankful for after the fiasco's that were her Japanese 1 and Japanese History classes. Where she was placed in remedial Language and History, Arisu had tested into Advanced Math, but even that didn't make her feel any less dumb. Arisu gave an audible sigh, tucking a stray strand of chestnut hair behind her ear.

"Are you having trouble, Arisu-chan?" a voice asked from next to her. She turned in her seat and was greeted by a bubbly blonde head of hair. Arisu noticed the boy earlier, he was short and child like, a contented smile constantly on his face. The giant that sat behind the cherub like boy looked up momentarily from his paper, his eyes flickering with mild interest before he returned to his own worksheet.

"Oh no, Mitsukuni-Kun. I was just thinking about something frustrating." Arisu smiled at him as she figured out yet another answer. The teen next to her giggled innocently, leaning over the aisle way to look at her paper.

"You can call me Hani-Senpai." He beamed at her before his eyes returned to her paper. "And this is Mori-Senpai!" Hani pointed to the boy behind him before returning to Arisu's paper. He gasped in awe, pointing at her worksheet, turning to the giant behind him. "Look it Taka-Chan! Ari-Chan finished her worksheet already!" The giant glanced up again, humming to himself thoughtfully as Hani continued. "You seem pretty good at math, Ari-chan, so If math wasn't what was frustrating you, what was it?" There was a glint in Hani's eyes that Arisu couldn't place, and she sat straighter in her chair, clearing her throat.

Arisu was at a loss for words, she didn't quite know what to say to him. She wasn't one to complain to others about things that didn't concern them, but the way the boy looked at her made her want to. Arisu softened as the cherub grinned up at her and as she went to speak the final bell of the day rang. Hani pouted, returning to his desk and gathering his books together.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Ari-chan!" Hani said happily, turning to the giant behind him and shimmying up to his shoulders.
"Yes, tomorrow." Arisu frowned, disappointed, as she too packed up her bags. "Ah wait! Hani-Senpai! Mori-" She stopped, sighing heavily, seeing they had already left the room; she had wanted to ask them for directions to The Host Club. Silently she stood, taking out her school handbook and looking up The Host Club room number. Music Room 3. That's all the way on the other side of campus! Arisu groaned, dropping her head sadly.

It was at least a five minute walk to the Hashin Building for the Creative and Performing Arts. On her way Arisu was surprised to find how quickly Ouran High School emptied after hours. Rich kids seemed like the type to mingle, but she supposed deep down inside they were just like every other teen. Arisu smirked at the thought as she climbed the grand staircase in front of her to the second story.

Following the map printed in the back of her handbook, she easily found the music room. Arisu hesitated at the door, pressing her ear to it and listening intently. No sound could be heard through the thick wood of the ornately decorated door and Arisu sighed, grabbing hold of the handle. She hoped it was the right room, perhaps she was just early? Arisu turned the handle and the smell of roses hit her nose hard. She sneezed at the sudden fragrance, recovering, only to be assaulted with rose petals. She squeezed her eyes shut, afraid they would hurt as they hit her. One managed to make it's way past her lips and she grimaced, pulling the petal off of her tongue.

"Welcome, Princess!" Several voices shouted in unison from across the room.

"Wait... Ari-Puu?!" One voice spoke up after their initial greeting. Arisu froze in the doorway as it slammed shut behind her. Across the room from her stood seven teen boys, but the one in the middle she recognized immediately.

"Tama- chan?!" Arisu asked in disbelief. Tamaki's eyes widened at her and he stood from his chair. What on earth was she doing here?

"Tamaki, do you know this girl?" The host with the glasses spoke, his attention returning to the clipboard he held in his hand. Arisu noticed a familiar shade of red hair, the twins from her Japanese class, and they both tilted their head in unison, studying her.
"Hey, we know her too." The one on the left said suddenly. Arisu wasn't sure which twin was which at the moment, she'd only learned their names by their seating arrangement in class.

"Yeah, that's the illiterate girl from our Japanese class." Ah, that one was Hikaru. Arisu glowered at him, putting her hand on her hips.

"I'm not illiterate. I can read English!"

"Because that does a lot of good for you in Japan." Hikaru snorted. There was a flurry of movement and a hand came out of nowhere, smacking the devil twin in the back of his head.

"Leave her alone, Hikaru." Another familiar voice said. Arisu's eyes fell to the brunette standing next to the twins, who gave her a pleasant smile. "Hello, Arisu." The boy waved at her.

"Haruhi? You're a host too?" Arisu's question remained unanswered as she was nearly tackled from the side by a flying ball of blonde hair.

"Ari-Chan!" The ball said as it finally latched itself to her waist. It was Hani. "If you would have told us you were coming to The Host Club, Taka-Chan and I would have waited for you!" Hani giggled at her, his brown eyes sparkling up at her. Arisu watched him, confused, before patting his head lightly.

"Mori-Senpai is here too?" She asked quietly as a dark shadow towered over her. She looked up to see Mori-Senpai standing above her. Of Course.

"Mitsukuni," A deep voice drawled. Suddenly the weight was gone from Arisu's waist as Mori snatched Hani up by the collar. The small host was replaced on the ground beside her, his lips quivering pitifully. Mori seemed to scold him without words and Hani started to cry, real tears forming in his eyes.

"Wait, wait, WAIT!" Tamaki said his voice high and shrill. He'd managed to catch the attention of everyone in the room, included Arisu. "How do all of you know my Ari-puu?" he rounded on the twins. "Especially you, you shady twins!"

"She's in our Japanese class."

"Yeah boss, we said that earlier." The twins replied one after another. Tamaki narrowed his eyes at them shiftifly, as if he didn't believe them.

"It does make sense, Tamaki." The boy with glasses spoke up again. "It says here that Seto Arisu is taking remedial Japanese, so it's only practical they would have met her in their Japanese class." Arisu blinked in surprise.

"How do you know that?" She asked to which he only smirked.

"I make it my business to know everything about every student at Ouran." The boy said matter of factly, pushing his glasses higher on his nose. "My name is Ootori Kyoya, and I know much more about you than just your name. I also know you are the heiress to the Seto Toy Company, which I believe Headmaster Suoh is a board member of." Again, Arisu blinked.

"So that explains how the boss knows her." Hikaru spoke, or at least Arisu assumed it was Hikaru.

"You're Seto Akira's daughter?" Hani asked, his eyes growing wide with excitement. Arisu looked at the boy who was finally over his sobbing fit. From seemingly out of nowhere, he pulled out a pink stuffed animal, shoving it into Arisu's face. "This is Usa-Chan! He's from the Seto Toy Store in Tokyo!" Hani held it out to her expectantly.

"Hello Usa-Chan." Arisu said as she took it from him. Arisu felt her posture soften as she looked at the stuffed rabbit in her hands, recognizing him instantly. It started as something she drew up as a child and for her birthday, her father made it into a stuffed animal for her. She liked it so much that he decided to make it into a toy line, but he changed it, the toy line was pink while hers was white. He called it Arisubani or Alice the Bunny, which was her father's nickname for her since she was a child. "It's very nice to meet you."

Tamaki watched as Arisu absentmindedly poked the stuffed rabbit's button nose smiling lightly as she did. He felt a small smile tug at his lips, it had been forever since he'd seen her with a stuffed animal, especially Arisubani. He was left wondering if she still had hers, a silly thought in hindsight, as Arisu was always the sentimental type. The girl sighed, handing it back to Hani who hugged the rabbit tightly. From next to Tamaki, Kyoya cleared his throat.

"I don't mean to interupt, but hosting hours are about to begin. Usually you would designate a host to spend the day with..." He trailed off, insinuating that Arisu was supposed to choose one of them. Arisu felt her cheeks growing hot as she glanced around the room. She found it strange that she felt guilty that she had to pick only one, considering she'd somehow managed to aquaint herself with most of them through out the day. "Perhaps you prefer the mischievous type?" Kyoya pointed to the twins who smiled at her, interlocking their hands and taking a step closer to each other. She shook her head, creeped out by their display of affection and Kyoya continued. "The Boy Lollita and the Wild Type?" Arisu followed his pointing finger to Hani and Mori, she assumed Hani was the Lollita, which left her confused on how Mori was given the 'Wild Type' as he was so stoic. "Or perhaps the Cool type or the Natural?" He gestured to himself and Haruhi.

"Uh..." Arisu hummed to herself, her eyes falling on Tamaki, who stood across from her with his typical princely manner. "I guess I'll just pick Tamaki." She shrugged, pointing to him.

"Ah, the Princely Type." Kyoya stated, jotting something down on his clipboard. Arisu felt her cheeks flush.

"N-No, I dont have a type, I just am more familiar with him!" Arisu froze as Tamaki took a step closer to her, grabbing her hand. He placed his other around her waist, dipping her and giving her his most debonair smile. Slowly he brought he face towards her, hovering inches from her ear

"Lets take this time to become a little more familiar shall we?"

"You're such a creep, Tama-chu." Arisu chided him once he'd pulled her off to a seperate table. In the middle sat a rather ornate looking vase, filled with fake roses, surrounded by sugary treats. Tamaki grinned at her from across the table, rather satisfied with himself as his elbows rested on the table and his chin in his hands.

"You're so mean, Ari-kii." He pouted playfully. Arisu rolled her eyes, tapping her fingers on the table in front of her. She wasn't quite sure what to talk about, they weren't children anymore and the years had drifted them apart. Her school day hadn't been that glamorous, so there was nothing to say on that subject either. "If you would've told me that you wanted to come to The Host Club, I could've brought you." Tamaki said finally.

"I didn't want to come, remember?" Arisu told him reffering to their conversation from earlier. Tamaki paused thoughtfully before a real frown found it's way to her lips.

"This is the "stupid club" Sayuri-Sama wanted you to come to?" Tamaki sounded genuinely hurt and Arisu blushed, feeling guilty.
"She wanted me to network, but there's barely anyone here." Arisu shrugged. She glanced around the room, it had filled up a bit, but not by much, and it seemed that every other host has several girls at their table. All except for Tamaki, as he requested not to see any one else for the day. Arisu caught the attention of a few girls who were sitting on the pink couch with Haruhi, sipping their tea. They scowled at her, obviously jealous of the one on one attention she was getting from Tamaki.

"Well, if she wants you to network, Ari-puu, why did you designate me?"

"Because I know you?" Arisu told him, as if it were obvious.

"But you've meet Haruhi-Chan and Mori-senpai and Hani-senpai..." Tamaki trailed off, purposely leaving the shady twins out of it. He didn't particularly want Arisu to designate them, they were bad influences.

"So?" Arisu ignored the weird choice of Honorific he used for Haruhi and instead narrowed her eyes at him. He was getting at something, something that she didn't like.

"So, I demand that starting tomorrow you designate a different host every week!" Tamaki said dramatically, to which Arisu snorted. "If you designate me, I wont take you." He added as an after thought, seeing the whatever look on Arisu's face.

"But Tama-ru!" Arisu whined. Tamaki shushed her, leaving her no room to argue with him. Arisu pouted quietly while Tamaki sat back in his chair, proud of himself. He'd break her out of her shell, whether she liked it or not.

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