Ryuu's POV
The first day of school, most people dread it, but at least they can have the possibility of having people that they recognize to hang out with. Sadly, having come from literally nowhere and jumping up into some rich ass school, there is no one that I know. The only reason I'm here in the first place is because I took this ridiculous entrance exam that allows for a boy and a girl to enter with a paid scholarship. I got accepted for the boys category, I don't really know who the girls would happen to be though.
I stepped into the classroom to be met with the loud chattering of multiple bodies talking amongst themselves, but my entry seemed to have caught all of their attention. Not really surprising because I'm a complete stranger with dyed hair and lacking the male school jacket. I didn't really care though; I sat down in a vacant desk that was by the window. Having a seat and nothing to really bother me, I took out the current book that I was reading.
Sadly, after only reading one page the bell rung and the teacher walked in, starting class. I put away my book and took one last look around the room and saw one other person who looked even shabbier than I do. They had looked only slightly familiar but I couldn't quite place who they were. They must be the female honor student. I thought to myself before turning back to the teacher. Though I soon found out that she was one of the few people that I have the courtesy to call a friend that isn't a family member, Haruhi Fujioka.
The day seemed to only drag on as the teachers talked and handed out the work booklets and had us take notes. By the end of the day, finding a library was imminent, getting as much of this booklet done in a single day would help me greatly to not have to worry about it later on.
As soon as the last class of the day had ended I packed up my things and headed over to Haruhi. "Hey Haruhi, long time no see."
"Same to you Ryuu, how's your family been doing?" She smiled up at me as she packed up her own things.
"They are doing as good as I can possibly provide for them. Though I'm about to go to the library, would you care to accompany me?"
"Sure, a quiet place to study would be nice. When do you start work?" She asked as she stood up and we started walking. Having started our quest to find a quiet library.
"In about 2 hours. By the way, what happened to your hair?" I looked over at her. Last time I had seen her she had beautiful, long, brown hair. Now it was short and an utter mess, sticking up every which way.
"A kid from my neighborhood got gum stuck in my hair so I decided to cut it. I'm still not used to how short it is though." She lightly tugged at the ends of her hair.
"Ah, ok. Well I'm sure that you'll get used to it eventually. It took me a while to get used to my dyed hair." I said, tugging at the tips of my own dyed white hair. My natural hair color is black but due to work, I had to get the bottom of my head heavily bleached and dyed white to fit the character I was to portray.
We started to talk about this and that, nothing really inparticular, although we did end up checking all four of the large libraries, only to find that the rich brats have taken residence inside and were being as loud as if it wasn't a library,
"Well this trip seems to have been a complete bust." I sigh, irritated at the brats that attend to this school.
"Tell me about it. If they don't feel like studying then they should just go home." Haruhi grumbled, seeming to be just as annoyed as I. "I guess the next best thing would be a nice quiet place to at least study for a while." She sighed in defeat.
"Yeah, with nothing to do for the next few hours, it wouldn't hurt to find a quiet place to relax and get some school work done." I shrugged, continuing to walk around this giant school with my female companion. As we walked around and I familiarized myself with the layout of the building, we eventually came to a stop at a supposedly abandoned music room, music room #3.
"Music room 3 eh?" I look at the doors leading to said room.
"I heard its not in use for some reason, so I think it'll be empty so we can study." Haruhi states, then looks at me for a finalized answer. I nod my head.
"I would rather not pass up this opportunity to study in peace. Let's go ahead in." I grabbed one door handle as she grabbed the other and we opened the doors and stepped inside. Sadly, we were greeted by: a blinding light, rose petals, and a chorus of 6 male voices saying 'Welcome' in absolutely no form of harmony.
"What the hell!?" I growl as I cover my face with my hand to block out the unwanted light and rose petals.
"Oh, it's just two boys." Two familiar twins say from their position from behind a blonde with violet eyes.
"Watch your mouth! They are still our important guests even if they are boys!" The blonde said, scolding the twins who had been in our class. "Welcome to Ouran Highschool Host Club. Scholarship students, Haruhi Fujioka and Ryuu." He appeared a lot closer than I was comfortable with. I stared at them, checking them all out individually, also looking about the room to see what kind of quality this "High School Host Club" could offer.
Haruhi was fumbling with the handle of the door, trying to escape these men. "How did you know?" Haruhi looked like a rabbit in headlights, still fumbling with the door handles.
A tall male with black hair and glasses decided to answer her question. "The tone of our school doesn't suit commoners, so without a lot of nerve, it is impossible to get a scholarship. If I didn't know all about you, I wouldn't be in this school." He finished with a smug grin and his glasses glaring, hiding his probably confident eyes, whatever color they were.
The blonde who seemed to be running this whole thing was paying most of his attention towards Haruhi. Blabbering empty words of encouragement to a poor person in a rich school.
"I cannot believe that the rumored honor students would be gay." The blonde rich idiot stated. Being taken as gay really pissed me off. "Who do you like?" He started asking before I took out my hardback book and clobbered him with it.
"First off, neither of us are gay! Secondly, that is extremely unprofessional if you are trying to be a host." I cross my arms, very disappointed in this "host club" as they call themselves. Everyone but the ring leader's eyes was on me.
"How would you do it then?" The man in glasses asked, his notebook and pen in hand.
"First of all, even if the woman or man is a first time customer, you need to let them have a sample of each on customers own terms. Ask about what type of person they look for in a romantic partner. Sure you aren't actually going to have a romantic relationship with them but they are the only thing that matters when it comes to spending time with them." I lectured what I was taught on my first day of working.
"How do you know that?" Glasses man asked.
"Work. And speaking of which I need to leave soon. If you let me join your little "host club" I'll show you what it really means to be a host. With that, have a good evening." I slightly bow towards them and strut out of the room. Rule number one, if you want someone to come back, leave them with a strong impression.