A/N: Okay, okay. Go easy on me. This story is gonna be a lot like the original host club for a little bit but then, in a few chapters, it will really deviate from the original story and become more yaoi. So for you yaoi-lovers/Ouran-lovers, please be patient with me. I'll try to update at least once a month. I would love some feedback on my story. And also some stars if you like it. It, uh, feeds my creativity and keeps me inspired to write. Knowing at least ONE person wants to read my story inspires me to write more. Thanks for reading! Hasta la pasta! Ve~!

A boy in his first year of academy wandered through the big halls of his new, so-called, prestigious school.

He couldn't make heads or tales of what was so great about it.

He poked his head into yet another library and sighed heavily.

Noisy.

Out of ALL FOUR of the libraries in this stupid school, not a single on was quiet.

Great.

He walked up a staircase and down a hall, slightly self-conscious about the fact that he didn't have a school uniform while everyone else did.

It made him feel out of place, he scoffed, like he didn't already.

Walking down a long hallway, he looked out the window momentarily and then proceeded walking, "How are things in Heaven mom? I can't believe it's been ten years already."

He continued walking.

"I'm beginning to think rich kids only come to school to have a good time", the boy groaned.

The boy saw a door at the end of the hallway.

He looked up at the sign above the door. "Music Room #3" it said.

The room sounded quiet. It probably was abandoned.

"Well, it is better than nothing, I suppose", the boy thought to himself. "I guess I could study in here, in peace, without any disturbances."

He grabbed the handle and opened the door.

When the boy opened the door, he felt like he entered another world.

He saw a group of boys standing there, the spoke simultaneously, "Welcome!"

When he opened that door... he had found... the Host Club!

Little did he know, was that was the day that would change everything.

His status, his looks, his grades, his sexuality, his everything, his world.

All of that was about to change, or you could say, it was all about to be turned upside down!

As soon as he heard the group say welcome, he realized it... they were a Host Club, weren't they?!

There were twins, mischievous-looking redheaded boys.

There was a tall blonde with princely features. He looked like he was part foreigner, or something. Probably French.

There was a tall, strong, and apathetic looking brunette boy with someone clinging to his arm.

The one clinging to Mr. Apathy was a small blonde who looked like he couldn't be older than ten and was holding a pink stuffed bunny.

The last was a smart looking guy with glasses and a big smirk. He looked cool and was donning black hair.

They all wore the standard uniform and were all blessed with good looks.

"Y-you guys are a Host Club", the boy asked, stuttering, while his arm blindly grasped for a handle; he vaguely noticed a vase, on a stand, in the center of the room.

Two identical redhead boys that looked rather mischievous said, "Oh, wow. It's a boy."

The entire club was thinking basically the same thing. "We've got to tease him."

Mr. Cool-in-Glasses turned to the redheaded twins, "Hikaru, Kaoru. I believe this lad is in the same class as you, isn't he?"

The redheaded twins answered simultaneously, "Yeah, but he's shy. He doesn't act very sociable, Kyoya, so we don't know much about him."

The twins shrugged, seemingly uninterested as Kyoya's face changed from serious to a smirk.

Kyoya immediately understood the boy's secret. The rest wouldn't figure it out as easy as he just did, obviously. But they'll figure it out.

"Ah, I see."

The boy starts to frantically pull on the door handle but the door wouldn't budge.

The Mr. Blonde Prince pointed at the boy, "I know who you are! You're the infamous Haruhi Fujioka!"

The boy, Haruhi, gave the door another tug before registering what the blonde had said.

His head slowly turned back to look at them and he spoke warily, "H-how do you know my name?"

"Well, it's not everyday a commoner, such as yourself, gets into a prestigious school for the children of the rich."

Haruhi's eye twitched in annoyance.

Mr. Cool-in-Glasses, or Kyoya, pushed up his glasses and spoke, "Well, Tamaki, look at it this way. His exceedingly high intelligence that brought him into this school for the rich would give the lower class something to look up to."

Tamaki starts to advance on Haruhi, "That's right. It's kind of adorable when someone tries to obtain something that is obviously out of the their reach. And, what better example than the poor and the rich!"

Haruhi moves away while Tamaki rambles, as Tamaki advanced in a sort of strut, Haruhi just sidestepped away from the weirdo.

"It must be hard to be so looked down upon", Tamaki exclaimed.

"I think you're taking this 'poor' thing too far."

Tamaki immediately continued, "Spurned, neglected! But that doesn't matter. And so welcome, poor man", Tamaki put his arm around Haruhi, "to the world of the rich."

"

Oh", the little blonde boy exclaimed, letting go of Mr. Apathetic. "That would make you some kind of superhero, huh, Haru-chan?!"

"No, I don't really think that's what a hero is...", Haruhi trailed off. Then, he suddenly shouted, "And who are you calling Haru-chan?!"

Haruhi panted angrily.

The vase that was there in the center of the room in the beginning was about seven feet behind him now because of all the moving around he had been doing.

The whole Club seemed to be having fun teasing the commoner, and one of them, Tamaki, took it a step further, "Yeah, but who would've thought that the intellectual scholar would be so openly gay?"

Haruhi's eyes widened, "Wai- huh? Openly what...?"

Suddenly, Tamaki was in his face.

"So what's your type?"

"M-my type?"

"Yeah, that's right! Do you like the strong, silent type?"

Then, Tamaki gestured to Mr. Apathetic.

"The boy Lolita?"

Tamaki proceeded to gesture at the little blonde boy who had called Haruhi, 'Haru-chan'.

"Or how about the mischievous type?"

He gestured towards the redheaded twins who, in turn, smirked devilishly.

"Or maybe... the cool type?"

He gestured to Kyoya, who smirked knowingly while pushing up his glasses.

Haruhi backs away (now four feet from the vase) while stuttering incomprehensible words.

Then, he gathered himself enough to say, "It's not like that! I was just looking for a quiet place to study!"

Tamaki either didn't hear him or chose to ignore him, "Or! What about a guy like me?"

Haruhi's eyes widened in fear as Tamaki grabbed his chin and pulled him to a proper angle for a kiss; their faces were just a few inches apart.

"What do you say?"

Haruhi stuttered and panicked. Walking backwards, he slammed into the stand holding up the vase that was in the center of the room.

The vase started to fall and Haruhi frantically reached over the stand trying to catch it, he missed by mere centimeters.

The twins peeked over his shoulders as he looked at the shattered vase in shock.

"Aw, man. We were going to sell that at the school auction today, starting at ¥ 8,000,000."

(Note: In the U.S. ¥ 8,000,000 is roughly equal to the amount of 80,000 American dollars!)

"Eight million yen?! Oh, how many thousands yen is that? How many thousands are in a million, anyway", Haruhi asked nobody in particular as he tried to calculate it on his fingers.

Plainly seen on his face were regret, misery, shock, and horror.

He got up, dusted himself off, and wobbled, "Well, I guess I've got to pay you back."

"No way! You could work your whole life and still not pay us back", the twins mocked. "It would be pointless."

Tamaki sat down in a chair in the room and expertly crossed his leg, acting business-like.

Haruhi noticed the sudden change of personality.

"Alright then! I think you would be familiar with this phrase Mr. Fujioka! They say, 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do' so... you will pay us back... with your body! Starting today, you are the Host Club's Dog!"

Haruhi froze and the Host Club surrounded him.

"Mom... just what have I gotten myself into? I walked into a room to study, instead I find myself in the clutches of a group of boys that are calling themselves a Host Club... I don't think I can do this mom!"