*Hello! This is my first fan fiction so please review! I chose "Ouran High School Host Club" because I've watched it enough times to be comfortable with the characters' personalities and how they act. Since I don't know if all my reader's are familiar with Japanese honorifics/customs, I will try my best to explain them when I think it is necessary. Instead of leading the plot in another direction like many fan fictions do, I decided to write OHSHC novel style. I don't know about anyone else, but the "rewritten" fan fictions are my favorite to read. I'm basing it off the anime rather than the manga because I haven't yet finished reading the manga, but it will probably differ from the original plot slightly. Enough dull details. I don't own anything. Enjoy!*

*HARUHI'S POV*

I navigate through the hallways to yet another library at this school. If I remember the map of the campus correctly, there are three libraries at Ouran. So far, two of them have been filled with obnoxious, chatty students who seem to care about their social lives more than their academic ones. I suppose that makes sense. After all, everyone here except me is the heir to some affluent company or corporation. They should probably make some business relations early on in their careers.

Damn. The third and final library is just as noisy as the other two. How hard is it to find some peace and quiet? I consider heading into a classroom, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to concentrate with everyone staring at me while I work. I'm always stared at. I look like a misfit. All the other girls are dressed in their yellow ball gowns, the female uniform here. And all the boys are in their blue blazers and collared shirts with black dress pants. I'm wearing slacks and a v-neck sweater that's rather big on me. It's such a pain to be the odd one out. I suddenly shake myself out of my thoughts and look at where my feet have landed me; Music Room #3- Status: Unused the sign above the door reads. An abandoned music room? Sounds like a great place to study. I open the door slowly and poke my head inside.

"Welcome!" A chorus of voices greet me. Welcome to what? I thought the sign said this room wasn't being used! I start to retreat, but a cold man's voice stops me.

"Welcome, Fujioka Haruhi, special scholarship student."

How does this guy know exactly who I am? Before I can react, another young man speaks.

"Eh? Hikaru, Kaoru, aren't you in the same class as this student?"

"Yeah, but he doesn't really interact with anyone. We don't know anything about him really," two identical voices say. Wait... he?! Him?! Out of pure curiosity, I turn around and face the group. Curiosity killed the cat Haruhi. Use your head. Two identical students are walking towards me at an alarming pace. They both have red hair, both are handsome, and both are smirking at me. I'm getting a bad feeling about this.

"Oh, so you're new to the Host Club then?" They both say sarcastically, as if whatever they're talking about isn't obvious. What the heck is a "Host Club"?

"Hikaru, Kaoru, what did I say about bombarding newcomers?" A tall blonde guy says scoldingly, striding towards me. Evidently the twins are named Hikaru and Kaoru. I recognize the blond student's voice as the one who asked the twins about me. The blonde guy suddenly stoops in front of me and kisses my hand. "Please forgive them, Fujioka-san. So, what is it like to be the one and only scholarship student? A commoner among the wealthy?" he asks, and I wonder for a moment if I heard him right.

"I... uhhh... I beg your pardon?" I mumble. It seems, however, that the blonde has not heard me. He is instead waltzing around the spacious room, ranting about something or other.

"...the unlucky among the lucky, the hard-working among the relaxed, the..." he stops suddenly, turning around and staring at me. "You know, I never expected the scholarship student to be gay," he remarks. I pale.

"G-Gay?" I stumble on the word.

The young man clears his throat. "So, which type do you prefer?" he gestures toward the two twins. "The devilish type?" He then directs my attention to the one wearing glasses. "The cool type?" He points towards an elementary school student who is clinging to a very lanky, stoic student. What's that little kid doing here? And in our high school uniform? "The loli-shota type?" He motions to the really tall one. "The wild type? Or... me... the princely type?" He asks, bowing. I back away from him and this crazy group. I have no idea what this student is talking about, but it sounds suspicious. The elementary student suddenly makes a mad dash for me.

"Haru-chan, pick me!" He cries, swinging on my arm.

"What? Who the hell are you calling Haru-chan?" I scream at him. (*Note: Shortening a name and adding -chan in Japan shows affection and close companionship. Addressing someone this way without their explicit consent is considered a serious insult.*) The little kid suddenly backs off, and tears begin to drip down his cheeks. The "wild type" guy rushes to his side.

"Ummm... look, I'm sorry..." I back off, instantly regretting my outburst. I suddenly feel that I've bumped into something. I can tell it's some sort of table or stand. The little table rocks back and forth, and I turn around just in time to see a huge porcelain vase crash to the floor. It shatters completely. The crash seems to echo around the entire room. I wouldn't be surprised if it did echo; the acoustics in a top-of-the-line music room must be amazing. Then again, maybe I'm imagining the echo because no one else is making a sound. Uh-oh.

*To be continued! I hope that you liked it!*