Matt slipped the trademark light blue Ouran blazer over his head and pulled it down to the appropriate length. He grabbed the black tie with the single purple stripe down it and hung it around his neck. He tied a full Windsor and tucked the collar down on his dress shirt. This is why I hate L! He died without even a plan for us so I end up having to go to some stupid fat cat school! Mello and Near casually sauntered into the room, already dressed in their new school uniform. Mello wore the usual light blue blazer with the Ouran crest. However, Near wore a white blazer with a dark gold strip down the middle and it was accented with the Ouran crest over the left breast pocket, the uniform for the lower school.

Matt reached into his pocket and pulled out a single cigarette and his lighter. Matt knew that he wouldn't be permitted to smoke anymore when he arrived at Ouran, but rules are not tangible to him. He lit up his cigarette and took a long drag on it. Mello and Near exchanged questioning glances. Matt blew out the smoke, much like a dragon would with fire.

"Matt, you could always sneak onto the roof if you want to smoke at Ouran," Mello started. Matt glanced at him and took another drag on his cigarette. "It seems like it would be easier to get away with instead of sitting behind a dumpster outside the cafeteria." Mello continued. Matt threw his cigarette onto the concrete floor and crushed it with his platform boot.

"Whatever, let's just get this over with. I talked to administration today and they said that this little 'arrangement' won't be permanent They are just putting us here until they find another school that is more suitable for our 'skills'. Cough, cough, gaming and shit, cough, cough!" Matt said as he looked into the wardrobe mirror and brushed his firetruck red hair with his hand. He then picked up his silver goggles from the bed and adjusted them on his head.

"Let's go!" Matt said, as the group turned and walked out of the room, not looking back at their old home.

"Mello and Matt, Suoh Tamaki, Fujioka Haruhi, Ootori Kyoya and Hitachiin Karou will be your assigned guides at Ouran. They will answer any questions you have about our marvelous school." Akira looked at Mello and Matt's albino friend. "Near, your guides will be Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Morinozuka Takashi, and Hitachiin Hikaru. I believe that they are all in Music Room #3, but you three can visit them after lunch. Oh yes, Mello and Matt, you have lunch A. It is French themed food day." Akira-san said as she pointed Mello and Matt toward the cafeteria. "Near, I will show you where the enterance to the middle school is if you would just follow me." Akira said. Near looked back at Mello and Matt. They were walking closer together, Hell, Mello even held Matt's hand as they headed to the cafeteria. Near sighed. "Okay,"

The two stepped foot into the cafeteria. They looked around: young men wearing the same light blue blazers as them, girls wearing elegant yellow dresses with a red ribbon tied around their necks, lunch tables with fine silk table cloths, wine bottles rested casually in the center of each table. Mello smiled as he glanced at Matt. "You know Matt, this might be kinda fun." Matt smirked. "I say we grab some french fries or whatever, and get some wine...then we'll be having a good time!" Matt said with enthusiasm as he pulled a black and blue DS from his pocket. The game inserted was "Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time".

Near followed behind Akira-san. He had just taken in her appearance, which was actually kind of comforting to him on this momentousness occasion. The woman was fairly young, about 24 years of age. She is roughly 170 cm, her hair is a warm brown color. Her facial features are soft. Near's white hair wafted back and forth as they walked to the middle school through the hallway. Akira stopped in the middle of the hallway as she saw two students walk by who were wearing the middle school uniform.

"Sora-kun, Takumi-kun, can you please help Near find his classes?"Akira asked. Both of the students nodded in unison and walked towards Near. "Near, I'm sure they will give you the grand tour. I need to get back to my work. I hope everything goes great for you today!" Akira said as she walked away back in the direction of her office.

"Near, I'm Sora and this is Takumi. We're going to show you all of the secrets of Ouran!" Sora exclaimed enthusiastically Both Sora and Takumi grabbed each of Near's hands and pulled him toward the middle school part of the building.

Matt poured more wine for himself, not taking his eyes off of the screen. Mello also filled up another glass, taking small sips of the red liquid. He sighed as he watched Matt.

"Have you finished the game yet?" Mello asked in a monotone voice.

"One does not just 'finish the game'. There's still a shit ton of quests I need to do...like getting the Biggoron sword. That quest is such a hassle! I mean, It's nearly impossible to bring shit to people in record time. Getting from Zora's domain to Lake Hylia in three minutes so stupid eye drops don't expire? Fuck that shit." Matt ranted.

"God, I just asked you if you finished the game! I never asked for your life story!" Mello exclaimed.

Mello looked at the clock. 12: 26 pm. Mello couldn't help but think about who he was to meet in Music Room #3. Four guides for two people? A little much? But then, Near has three guides.

Mello took Matt's DS and turned it off, then grabbed Matt's wrist and pulled him from the table.

"What the fuck!?" Matt exclaimed, trying to grab his DS back.

"We're going to that damn music room so our tour can get started, okay!?" Mello said.

Mello and Matt walked, again hand in hand, up the red carpeted staircase to the upper floor of Ouran. They walked straight down the hallway and stopped. They looked up at the door in front of them. The sign above the door read "Music Room #3" in kanji. The two glanced at each other. They breathed in and out, almost counting in unison in their heads. Then, they wrapped their hand around the gold door knob and turned it, opening the door.

Bright red rose petals wafted through the air as they stood there in awe. In front of them were 7 handsome men gazing at them as if they had never saw other men except themselves in their life. When they opened the door, they found...The Host Club.

"Welcome!" they said in unison, their voices mingling perfectly.