Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, I only own Lauren Hiironosora.
Chapter 1: Lauren Hiironosora
A frustrated sigh ripped through the air, a disgruntled Lauren flicking her dirty blonde hair from her eyes. The blonde hair was just not cooperating; her face set in a frown and narrowed eyes. A single strand of scarlet hair stood proudly from her golden head, an unusual natural color. Her face grim, a young man padded into her room and bowed before announcing a letter. Raising an eyebrow, she turned to grab the letter from the outstretched arm of the man and nodded briefly. The man took his leave while Lauren stared curiously at envelope. With a quick flick of the wrist she found the Ouran Academy's seal printed at the top followed by the words: 'We are happy to inform you that you have been accepted to Ouran Academy, you are to be in Class 1D starting...' ripping her eyes away from the paper, she glanced up at the man who came forward once again to drop off a large box gently on her bed before bowing out. She set the letter down and opened the white box to find a grotesque canary yellow dress awaiting her. She noticed with a grimace on her face the Ouran Academy's seal sewn into left sleeve. A quick roll of the eyes and an annoyed sigh she put the top back on the box and picked it up. She walked out of her room into a long hallway and into a study of sorts. A middle-aged man sat there reading the news and glancing up at the arrival of his daughter.
"Father, would you mind ordering a boy's uniform instead of this." She unceremoniously dropped the box onto a chair across her father's desk.
"Of course, Sora. Do not forget 2 o' clock-"
"Yes, yes I know! Katana practice." The father nodded while he began to pick up the phone. Lauren rolled her eyes once again and returned to her room.
The pale blue blazer fit nicely over the loose white shirt. The black tie lay perfectly still on the crisp collar, a set of black trousers could be seen underneath the untucked shirt. Her half-lidded eyes scanned the enormous school grounds, a grand pink building welcoming the students. Slightly impressed by the sheer enormity of it all, she trudged onto the office to receive her schedule. Quickly skimming over the classes she realized she would be in class 1D, it tugged at her memory and her eyebrows furrowed together trying to remember. Didn't her cousin mention something about a boy in class 1D? She shook her head in annoyance, her hair once again getting in front of her eyes. She let out a sigh as the late bell rang and the halls were suddenly empty of students, she slumped her shoulders and pouted a bit before hurrying to get to class.
No one seemed to notice the new silent 'boy' in their classes and it was fine with her. It was time for lunch and she followed the scurrying crowd to the lunch area. She was reading what was on the menu when she suddenly ran into another person. They both fell from the blow and groaned in unison at the impact from hitting the floor. Lauren's eyes had scrunched closed at the contact and she peeked open an eye to see who she had bumped into. A pair of large dark brown eyes met her grey stormy one. Lauren opened her mouth to apologize when a sudden screech came from across the room. Her eyes widened as a blonde man with violet eyes came sprinting towards them. The girl across from her groaned and rolled her eyes before mouthing 'I'm sorry' to Lauren.
"Haruhi! It's okay Daddy's got you!" The man picked up Haruhi and began to hug her violently and repeatedly check her over.
"What are your intentions against my Haruhi?" She opened her mouth to retort when Haruhi squirmed against the man's hold.
"Tamaki sempai, let go of me! It was an accident." Lauren's cell phone began to vibrate in her pocket. Her face grew hard as she scrambled off the floor; she faced Haruhi.
"I apologize; I wasn't watching where I was going." She bowed her head in respect before running out into the desolate hallway to answer her phone. A pair of onyx eyes followed her as she left the lunch room. 'Curious that they allow entry to students so late in the year…' Tamaki sat next to the eyes that belonged only to Kyoya.
"I wonder who he was." Tamaki said shrugging and sending constant glances towards Haruhi. The shadow king raised an eyebrow before opening his journal to write a small note.
"We shall have to wait and see, Tamaki."
Unbeknownst to Lauren that she had the shadow king's ever calculating eyes, she spoke quickly and coldly into the phone. She nodded before ending the call and beginning to dial a new number.
"Daiki, I need you to be at the meeting site, I won't be able to make it. Make sure they hold their end of the deal up." She spoke sternly and commandingly. Her face visibly relaxed as Daiki replied earnestly.
"Alright, I'll be seeing you in a couple hours." She gave a small smile before she ended the call. She let out a sigh of relief before heading back to the lunch room. The bell rang just as she stepped over the threshold, her stomach growled impatiently. She lay a comforting hand on her stomach before turning to head back to class.