Hey again guys. (: Okay, this time I decided to write from a normal POV instead of from the characters' POV… I decided it was too advanced cough. So sorry if you guys were disappointed. ): Also, I apologize in advance if the chapters of this story are uploaded much more sporadically and infrequently, because I'm going to be spending most of the rest of the year (not that there's much of it now) in Japan, then when the new year starts I'm going to need to study a lot more… oh, and I don't own any of the characters except my OCs, which yeah, kind of make up half the cast. (coughs)

Shana idly sipped from the champagne glass she held in one delicate hand and wondered what she was doing here, at Mitsukuni Haninozuka's party. She didn't even know the guy, yet she was here because her friends had insisted. She sighed and idly stroked her artificially auburn hair, which she had left mostly cascading down her shoulders tonight.

She turned to survey the crowd that had shown up and wondered how many rich twittering bimbos there were among the crowd. It was probably mean of her to do it, but she couldn't help it.

She was so busy wrapped up in her own thoughts that she totally didn't notice the young man who snuck up next to her. When he suddenly asked, "Not enjoying the party?" she was shocked.

She managed to quell her instant reaction – a shriek, predictably, and forced an expression of calm onto her face. "Of course I am," she replied coolly. He smiled at her, his eyes half-hidden by the reflection off the lenses of his glasses. His lips quirked upward slightly. "Ootori Kyoya," he said, holding his hand out politely.

She put her hand in his. "I'm Shana," she said with a polite smile.

Kyoya was shocked when he looked at her. From how Haruhi had described her to Tamaki and the rest of the gang, he had assumed she was a tall, busty girl. This tiny, petite little piece of fluff was not at all what he'd expected.

He covered up his shock well though, and managed to ask, "So, I've never seen you at one of Hani-senpai's parties…"

Shana replied without a hitch. "Well, I'm a friend of Haruhi and Kaori. They invited me." Kyoya already knew that, but he hadn't thought Shana important enough to do a background check on her, so he knew only what Haruhi had told him. This person was a mystery to him, and one he would relish unravelling.

Unfortunately, now was not the time to start solving the mystery. Shana looked up, saw her friends and, with a polite smile, walked off, leaving Kyoya to contemplate the odd attraction he felt for her. It had never happened before, with any girl, not even the many customers of the Host Club in Ouran High.

As Shana walked away from Kyoya, she wondered why his name sounded so familiar. When she rejoined her friends, she asked curiously, "Hey, do any of you guys know Ootori Kyoya?"

She was rather shocked and disappointed by their reactions. Haruhi stared at her like she had lost her mind. Tamaki smiled and Takashi coughed. "He was a member of the Host Club, and our good friend, Shana. Why do you ask?" Tamaki said to her.

"Well… we were just talking. He seems nice," she said nonchalantly. Haruhi's eyes bugged out even more. "Wait-wait a minute," she said. "You and Kyoya?" Haruhi exclaimed. "Dude, that's like totally not going to happen!"

Shana's brow furrowed. "Why not? Do you guys know something about him that I don't?" she asked, concerned. Her imagination rapidly ran wild. Was he a serial killer? Paedophile? Escapee from an asylum?

Haruhi coughed. "Well… you guys are polar opposites, that's all. You're all bubbly and full of life, and he's… well…" she floundered. "Tamaki, help me," she told him. Tamaki obligingly added, "He's very… business-like, in every sense. In whatever he does, he always has a motive, one that is to his gain."

Shana was surprised. "O-okay," she said, mentally knocking herself on the head. What the hell had she been thinking? How could a friend of Haruhi's be an escapee from an asylum?

Then Tamaki and Haruhi drifted off, and so did Takashi and Kaori, and she was left alone.

Somehow, Kyoya found her and they struck up a conversation again. She found Kyoya to be rather charming, not at all like they had described. Sure, she could see that he was fiercely intelligent, but Shana was, despite all life had thrown at her, an optimist, and she could see the kindness in him.

Before the night was over, she had a date with him. As she made her way back to her dorm room, she thought about how they had warned her. Maybe she had better be cautious when dealing with him. After all, more heartbreak in her life was all she needed.

When she let herself into her dorm room, she saw that Chantelle was sitting on her bed, looking like she was just itching for a fight. Shana sighed tiredly.

"Chantelle, before you start bitching, can you at least let me get this stupid outfit and makeup off? God, I swear, it's caking on my skin," Shana groaned as she grabbed her pyjamas and headed for the en suite bathroom they shared.

When she came out, she was holding her dress and shoes in one hand. Her face was scrubbed clean of any makeup, and she wore a silky negligee.

Chantelle sneered at her. "Look at you. You're like a child porn star." Shana flicked a disparaging glance her way. "And you would know," she said calmly, before sitting on her bed.

Chantelle glared. Shana continued, "Besides, most porn stars don't wear teddies. They wear… something like you're wearing." Since Chantelle was wearing a see-through teddy that had huge holes in the sides, she couldn't really dispute that.

She seethed. "You little bitch. Did you have fun at that party that I was supposed to be attending instead of you and your little bitch friends?"

Shana replied, without even looking at her, "Yeah I did. I got a date. I'm pooped, Chantelle. Can we continue this little game tomorrow?"

With that, she flicked off the lights and crawled into bed, yawning. "I'm not done yet, you little hussy!" Chantelle exclaimed furiously.

"Too bad," Shana said, before falling asleep.

Hey guys! (Too many author's notes, I know) Hope you enjoyed the short first chapter. (coughs) I'm sorry, I never know where to start. ): Yup enjoy! And please R&R.