So rather than revising the original story, I've decided to just rewrite Mata Ashita all together. As I started revising it, I saw there were just to many mistakes, things I didn't like. So instead of just trying to salvage, I wiped it and just started over.

The plot, generally, is the same, but there are some major changes I made such as Sakura not joining the Host Club until later, added some backstory to Sakura's family. She just has a lot more depth now. Sakura in her original form, I will admit, was a bit Mary-Sue. So much so that the original story got added to a community for Ouran stories with Mary Sue OCs _ I didn't enjoy seeing that. But now I've revised her, given her a little more body and soul, and figured out her relationship with each host member and how she develops.

So here it is! Mata Ashita, brand – spanking new. Old readers that I sent messages to, please enjoy this better version. New readers, I hope you'll jump onto the Mata Ashita bandwagon and join Sakura on her Host Club adventures of life love and the pursuit of happiness. V()V

This chapter came out to 2,356 words. And

01: The Host Club's New Friend

There was something about the superintendent's office that reminded her of her father's office in Europe. So formal, so orderly, so pristine. She was used to the life style of the rich, being part of that life style herself. But what she truly cherished in her life was not her money or standing, but her friends and the family around her. Cliché' as it may sound, Sakura wasn't to big on her own fortune. But she wasn't in that same place anymore. The friends she'd made were long gone now on the other side of the world. Moving back to Japan from Europe was a major transition that Sakura had just barely begun to adjust to. True, Japan was where she was born. Her home country. But when you're home country doesn't really feel like a home, who wants to be there?

"Ouran Academy prides itself in it's academics. It is the top school in the district, if not in all of Japan." The superintendent was blonde with gentle brown eyes. His fingers were laced and sat in front of him on the desk, across from which sat the girl and her parents.

And now that she was in Japan, she had to continue her education there. No more top school out of state wher she expanded her knowledge of Literature and Art. No, now she would spend the rest of her High School life at this school. This, Ouran Academy.

"We're aware." Her mother had long black hair that fell in bouncy waves over her shoulders. She put a hand on her daughter's shoulder, "She has such potential. We're excited to see her grow in this school."

"I hope the fees won't be to much for you?" There was a knowing smirk on the super intendent's face and the girl's father laughed a little.

"They won't be a problem at all."

Sakura's mother was in fashion and her company manufactured practically every school and work uniform in Tokyo, Kyoto, and Okinawa. She did have competition, but none as big as the Hittachiin company. For years the two names had been at something of a war with each other. However, there was never any sabotage, and neither company leader hated the other. Sakura often thought of it as an adult's friendly competition: Who can make the best and most amount of clothing. As for her father, he was what one would call a history buff. He loved all things old, ancient, and falling apart. And that love of historical artifacts led him to become the leader of a chain of historical museums. There was a total of 10, some of which were in Japan and the rest of which were in various parts of Europe. It was her father's work that had uprooted the family. He wanted to dedicate more time to his Museum of Japanese Antiquities in Tokyo.

"It seems your daughter is a bit uninterested."

When Sakura heard this statement, she looked up from her lap, and smiled slightly, "No, I'm just…thinking."

"Well why don't you and you're thoughts take a little expedition around the school." The superintendent smiled down at her, "At around this time, most students are in class and a few are working in their clubs. It's a good time to look around without being trampled by other students. And who knows, maybe you'll find a club you like. Make some new friends."

Sakura wasn't sure about the idea of exploring, considering how easy it was for her to get lost. But her mother patted her leg in a way that said 'Go on, Sakura' and she had no choice but to stand, bow politely and leave the office. The walkway from the principal's office to the main halls was lined with photos of Valedictorians, Scholars, Sports Stars, Scientists and otherwise successful Ouran Alumnai. The pictures led her down the wood paneled hallway to a large double door that opened out and led her to a large rounded rectangular spiral staircase. She looked up to see a large, ornate chandelier, probably made of real crystal or some other extravagantly expensive material.

"Up..down...left…or right…"

She went right, then up to the nearest floor and started down the cooridor. To her left was a wall of windows that overlooked a beautiful courtyard. In the distance, a tall white clock tower chimed, alerting the students that it was 1:00. Sakura stopped to gaze out the window. This school was much bigger than her old one in Europe.

"I wonder…" Sakura turned around and started down the hall again, only to find herself nearly run over by a stampede of female students in yellow dresses.

"Sorry!" Shouted one before continuing on with the group, "Everyone, wait for me! Don't go to the Host Club without me!"

"Host Club?" Sakura watched the girls run down the hall and turn the corner. Her curiosity got the better of her and she jogged after them. When she turned the corner, they were all entering a room with a sign over it that read 'Third Music Room'. She slowly approached it and poked her head in to the room and she was nearly blinded by how bright the room was. The entire back wall was lined with windows, the walls were light pink (save for the out of place black door on the right wall) and the floor matched the walls in a darker shade of pink. The room itself was dotted with tables, trays of sweets, couches and arm chairs and there was a chandelier similar to the one near the staircase hanging from the ceiling.

"Welcome to the Host Club!" A short brunette approached her, taking her hand and gently pulling her inside, "You don't have to be shy. Is this your first time here?"

Sakura pulled her hand away and took a step back, her head cocked slightly to the side. For a moment, the two just stared at eachother, the boy with a smile and Sakura with a slightly puzzled look. After a few quiet moments, Sakura let out a little gasp.

"Haruhi? What happened to your hair? Why did you cut it all off, you look like a boy!"

Haruhi's face fell to resemble a puzzled look similar to what Sakura had a moment ago, "Um…e-excuse…me?"

"Haruhi, it's me. It's…" Sakura cleared her throat and knelt over, whispering into Haruhi's ear something she must not have wanted anyone else to hear. Haruhi pulled back and a big smile covered her face

"Miko—S-sakura-chan!" Haruhi laughed a little, "I didn't recognize you. Your plan doesn't come in until next week I thought."

"You know how my dad can be. He wanted to come back to Japan so bad that he decided to leave a week and half earlier." Sakura pulled Haruhi into a hug and both of the girls laughed a little, "What did you do to your hair?"

"Oh…" Haruhi touched her head, "I cut it. There was an incident before school started and I had to cut most of it off."

"But it makes you look like a boy…"

"I know. But it's okay because-"

Sakura took another step back, quizzically looking her cousin over. Haruhi visibly tensed up, "Sakura…what—"

"Haruhi…why are you in a boy's uniform…"

She wore a blue blazer and slick black pants which, according the Ouran Academy brochures that are now collected in the garbage can at home, was a boy's uniform. Girls wore yellow dresses and black Mary-Janes.

"I-it's a long story. I'm part of the—"

"Haruhi! Don't stand by the door with a customer!"

Haruhi turned around and Sakura looked to see who'd called her cousin. He stood up from the couch, a tall blonde, princely look teen with long arms and legs that went on for miles. His eyes were a shocking shade of blue, unusual to the Japanese. He made his way over to the two and slid himself inbetween Haruhi and Sakura, focusing his attention on the latter.

"I haven't seen you around her before, princess. What might your name be?"

Sakura's jaw fell, "I—uh—Sakura. My name is Sakura…"

"Ahh." The blond took Sakura's hand between his palms, "A name so beautiful, a face so beautiful. You're much more enchanting than the cherry blossoms you're named after. No, I believe they are in deed named after you. They wish they could be as beautiful as you."

Sakura was ready to fall backwards. Her head was a little fuzzy and all she could muster out was, "Wow…"

But the trance the blonde had put her in was broken when Haruhi put all of her strength into pushing him to the ground, "No, Tamaki-senpai! She's not a customer. You leave her alone."

The princely blond sat up, a hurt look on his face, "Haruhi! How could you push, daddy like that!"

Sakura arched an eyebrow, "Daddy…?"

There came laughter from a nearby table. Two red-headed twins, each had their hair parted in a different direction, stood up from their chairs, and each stood on either side of Haruhi, a hand on both shoulders.

"Tono lost a customer." Said one twin.

"To Haruhi. I never thought I'd see that." Said the other, "But, who may I ask…"

"Is this ravishing new customer." Both twins were both looking at Sakura and she smiled.

"Sakura Fujioka. Haruhi's cousin."

Sakura's father, Hayate, was the brother of Haruhi's father. And so, the Fujioka surname remained in both Sakura and Haruhi's names.

"Sakura has been living in Europe for the past 10 years and we kept in touch over the phone." Haruhi explained, "Her father's work brought them here and now she's going to go to school with us."

"Ahh ~ " Said the twins together, "That means we'll all be in the same class then."

Haruhi nodded, "Sakura, this is Hikaru and Kaoru."

The twin gave curt nods to the girl before sliding away from Haruhi and onto either side of their new friend, "We'll be sure to treat you nice." Said one twin.

"And show you around."

"A friend of Haruhi's is a friend of ours !"

"And a friend of mine!"

Tamaki had gotten up and was standing over Hikaru, Kaoru and Sakura, a smile on his face and a rose in his hand. Where the rose came from, Sakura was unsure, but he handed it to her and smiled, "Welcome to Ouran, Princess."

"Why do you keep calling me princess…?"

Tamaki opened his mouth to speak, but he shut his mouth as someone approached the group. He looked to be the same height as Tamaki, maybe a tad shorter with jet black hair much darker than Sakura's and dark gray eyes that pierced through Sakura's body and sent tingles up and down her spine.

"Everyone, we have customers. If Sakura would like to join us, she is welcome. But we're wasting time standing at the door."

One by one the hosts returned to their stations, Tamaki on the couch, the twins at the table. Haruhi glanced over at a table of girls looking hopefully at her.

"Kyoya-senpai, don't have Sakura sit with Tamaki-senpai, please." Was what she said before going over to the table.

Sakura watched Haruhi go over to the table, then directed her attention back to the one called Kyoya. Handsome was one word that described him, but there was something about him that gave off a negative vibe. The way he looked at Sakura..it was as if he were reading her mind, diving into the depths of her conscious to pick out everything about her. Cold and calculating was this student. It mad her nervous.

"I'm sure you're familiar with the way a Host Club works. Select the host you would like to spend your time with until the period is over."

"I understand how Host Clubs work. What I'm not understanding." She turned around to see Haruhi at the table with a group of girls, "Is why Haruhi is here."

Kyoya moved up behind her, "Originally, she was paying of a debt. She had broken a very expensive vase in this room and had to work to pay it off. But now her debt is covered and she remains because she finds it enjoyable. She masquerades as a boy and plays the role of a Host in this club and around school."

"So Haruhi is a boy at this school…"

"Yes."

"And what about you?" She questioned, still watching Haruhi at the table, "What's your role in this club?"

"I am a host as well."

"You don't strike me as the host type. How did you get roped into this?"

Kyoya glanced over at Tamaki who was laughing about something. His eyes caught Kyoya's and the prince smiled and waved at him, "It was his idea. As his friend I supported him."

"Oh…well…I think I'll choose Haruhi as my host then. Bye-bye, Kyoya-san." Sakura jogged over to the table with Haruhi

And that's the end of this chapter. I hope this new version of the story appeals to you old and new readers. Keep a lookout for the next chapter!