Ouran High School Host Club

"Ouran Private Academy is defined by… one prestigious families, and two wealth. And prosperous people have much time on their hands. Therefore, this Ouran Host Club is about…these handsome guys that have time…giving hospitality to these lovely ladies who also have time…and profit off them. It's an elegant game unique to this super-rich school."

CHAPTER 1:The true Lonely Prince

Cried out Tamaki, the proclaimed KING of Ouran High. The saying was oh so familiar to the fellow members of the club. No matter what your dream prince is like, be it: Devilish, breathtaking, wild, super cute, cool, to even feminine like, the host club would have it. Despite your beliefs, this is a unisex school… as long as you have the money…. Or are a studious bookworm. Either way you have it calling it an academy is just an excuse to have rich people pay for these young teens to be baby-sat.

"WHAT!"

Cried out Suou Nasan almost in tears at their words.

"Neh neh Na-sempai! You owe us!"

Tugged cute little senior Haninozuka Mitsukuni, other wise known as adorable Honey-sempai. Still clutching the big pink rabbit plushie. Now Honey-kun wasn't your average senior high school student. No no. He was blessed with the adorable looks that could make a girl squeal and wish to…pardon the term… 'Huggle him to bits.' That cute blonde hair and those big loveable brown eyes seemed to just shout out…adorable! But his looks one must admit often made people question weather… he was a high school student, Much less a senior.

"You know he has got a point…you're in financial dept. I lent you the money to even go to collage and well since your school is being called out for that storm you guys went though…it'll be while years until you even set foot in that school again. I'm calling in a favor."

Smiled Suou Tamaki, gazing over with his dazzling blue eyes running his hand somewhat halfway though his gorgeous blonde hair. Tamaki, known as 'Dad' was the king of the host club. 70 of the girls that they attended to, according to statistics enjoy his company more. Perhaps some of it goes to his head… if not all. Anyway, he was king for very good reason, techniques that could blow a girl over then make her rise again paired with boyish good looks topped with the masculine frame withheld by all members was simply 'Prince-like'…

"Don't call me Na-kun… I don't like it when people call me short names… it's Nasan…Nasan…."

Carrying a book bag to his side he, like his younger brother, ran his fingers though his blonde hair. Curly, and a tad darker you could see the blood line within them contained quite handsome young men. His looks though… showed maturity which was amazing and some how he deserved multiple bishi shots. ( XD) Yes the true 'Lonely Prince' out shone the mere stereotype Tamaki had created. But beyond those amazing looks and the mature manly charm lay an ever-thinking mind. Not only that…but he had an excellent gift for playing piano (just like Tamaki…but much better). No doubt a steady candidate for the prestigious group.

"Nuh uh! There's no getting out of this one NAAAAA-SEMPAI!"

Hitachiin Hikaru and Kaoru spoke out together (I'm still wondering how…perhaps it's planned out in advanced?). The 'Devilish' twins of the group pointed out sticking out their tongues, and waving their pointer fingers out while the rest where clutched in a fist. It imposed a no, no. The kind that mothers often used. Identical twin boys, dawned with light brown hair and beautiful brown eyes these two are often seen admitting 'forbidden' love to each other.

"STOP CALLING ME NA-SEMPAI"

Shouted Nasan. Morinozuka Takashi held him back. Known by mostly 'Mori' he is insanely strong but very quiet…surprising for the 'Wild' Type…In any case, he gave him what looked like a death glare…(it only looked like a death glare because of the lighting) He carefully gave up his effort backing away slowly. There was something about those uncaring brown eyes, tanned skin and ruffled black hair.. that seemed to just scream out…Don't fight.

Kaoru curled up on Hikaru's chest.

"Kaoru… you idiot… I'll always protect you…."

"I… I was so scared..h…Hikaru….."

Instantly he clutched him tightly against him.

Fujioka Haruhi gave a sigh…wondering how long indeed this would take. Of course the random fan-girls appreciated it greatly. Haruhi, unlike the rest of the members… was in fact a girl…meaninglessly hiding her gender…well one wouldn't say meaninglessly. (After breaking the vase worth about eight million yen, to pay off her debt she must host 1000 women.) Known as the 'Natural' she gazed upon the 6-foot tall boy as he gazed at her. He blinked. Dressed in the boys uniform, no one could deny that she was adorable, in the sort of sense that was hard to explain. (So I won't bother XD)

"So you're the one Tamaki's been all insane over…?"

"Huh?"

He gave a smile and patted her head.

"Nothing"

"According to these calculations…hmmm adding on the uniform…interest…."

Mumbled Ootori Kyouya. 'Vice president, and mom' known as the 'cool' type is a pure businessman. Always carrying around his black notebook and filling it in with situations he logically think things though with a touch of class. (And the thought of price) With his black hair a normal height he wears a pair of sophisticated glasses of which suit him well.

"You'll be here for a while to put it frankly… you could run away…but trust me…"

There was a glint of mischievous truth in his eyes as he adjusted his glasses promptly; his eyes momentarily out of vision because of the glare from the light.

"I'll make it a habit of mine to find you"

With that he was struck, down kicked, and dead… there was no choice… he'd have to. He gave a groan and ran his hand down his face dropping to the floor and slouching.

"And besides"

Called out an un-familiar voice crossing his legs and drumming over the arm of the well-varnished and upholstered chair. He looked over to see a well tanned boy with messy curled brown hair reaching past his chin in what seemed to be a make shift pony tail. This was a recent member who goes by the name of Kouji. Recently pegged as the 'Sweet hearted pervert.'

"Being here… Isn't as bad as it seems"

"Fine…"

He grumbled. And so it was done. The true 'Lonely Prince' was instated.