Ouran High School Host Club – Fan fiction

The plot centres on a group of students from Ouran Academy, a prestigious high school mostly attended by pupils from wealthy aristocratic families. Much of the series takes place within a student-run host club where beautiful, charismatic male students entertain female students.

In the series, the club was created and presided by Tamaki Suoh, the son of the school's chairman. Suoh hand-picked most of the members, looking to create a varied selection of aesthetics and personalities for the club's customers. The exception is Haruhi Fujioka, a new student that stumbled across the club room while looking for a quiet study area. After accidentally breaking an expensive vase, she is indebted to the club and is forced to join and work as a host to pay off this debt The Natural type. Each club member plays a specific role as a bishōnen stereotype: Mori is the strong silent type; Honey the Loli-shōta type; Kyoya the cool type; Hikaru and Kaoru the little devil type; Tamaki the prince type; and Haruhi the natural type. In addition to the club members, the storyline also features customers and associates, as well as various family members, schoolmates, rivals and other characters that come and go.

I see you come, I watch you go.

You never seem to leave me though.

So is this love, or hate? We'll see…

You're making me crazy!

Inside my dreams, you're all I see…

Well, all I see is you and me.

Lady, maybe? Or host?

I find I really don't mind.

If I had to choose a rose

In this garden of romance,

Maybe we can take this chance…

Maybe you're my love!

And I would like to find

A hand like yours to take mine

And with one kiss, we can stop time

And I'd fall in love with you!

Tomorrow's far away

Let's place our hopes in today

It's just you and me, in a beautiful spring…

And we'll always fall in love…

Again!

Maybe you're my love!

Chapter One

Starting Today, You Are a Host

Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private academy. The Ouran Host Club is where the handsomest boys with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies with also way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran's playground for the super rich and beautiful.

On the top floor of South Campus, end room of the North Corridor in the unused and unattended third music room, when I opened the door… I found the Ouran High School Host Club.

"Welcome!"

Five boys stood side-by-side, each handsome and yet different, behind a luxurious two-seat sofa. In the middle of the sofa, holding an open red rose sat the King of the Host Club, Tamaki Suoh.

"What an unusual guest," the King announced.

"Is he the new transfer student?" the shortest boy asked in a high voice. His name was Mitsukuni Haninozuka, but everyone called him Honey.

"This student is in your class, isn't he, Kaoru, Hikaru?" Kyoya Ootori asked, pushing his rectangular glasses further up his nose.

In perfect unison the two twins answered, "Yes, but he's shy and doesn't act very sociably so we don't know much about him~"

"Well that's not good!" Tamaki answered. "This commoner, what is he wearing? Oh the gods are so cruel sometimes!"

Dear Mother in Heaven… I've found hell.

"But… Who would've thought," the twins said, "that the new transfer student is gay."

What the…? GAY!?

"Well, he's still a guest," Tamaki declared and raised his arms. "Welcome to the Ouran Academy's Host Club, we beautiful men are here to entertain any guest that opens our doors!"

Want to know why I opened up those stupid, big, yet incredibly beautiful double doors to the third music room? Well, let's start with my introduction.

My name is Haruhi Fujioka, a first year high school student (and I'm incredibly poor, might I add) that got a scholarship to an elite private high school, the best of the best in the country.

There were four libraries in the high school section, but everywhere I went it was extremely noisy with young ladies and men that were having stupid tea parties. In the library! I mean, if you don't feel like studying, have a tea party at home! Not in the libraries where people like me have to study! So I decided to go to the South Campus where it was incredibly silent, and decided to go to the abandoned music room.

Instead I found the famous Host Club.

Now that you know, let's go on with the story…

What the heck is this beautiful group? I thought.

Tamaki walked up to me. "Welcome to the Host Club, scholarship student Haruhi Fujioka!" He handed me his rose and smiled sweetly. He brushed back his fluffy blonde hair and winked one of his blue eyes.

"How did you know my name…?" I reluctantly asked.

"Our school isn't fit for commoners," Kyoya mentioned. "You must have a lot of nerve coming here. If I didn't know about you, I shouldn't be in this school."

Commoner with a lot of nerve.

"Welcome to our school, commoner!" Tamaki once again interrupted whatever the other five wanted to say. "So to speak, you are a hero Fujioka-kun! Even if you are the top student, you are also the poorest! Oh, welcome to our luxurious world! People will call you a weed, and you will be despised as a lower person!" He put his arm around me and continued to speak in a loud, confident voice. "Don't worry, I praise the poorest! What is important to the hero is the reckless spirit! But… I cannot believe the rumoured student… is gay."

WHAT!?

"So what is your choice? Mori, the strong and silent type? Honey, the Lolita? Hikaru and Kaoru the twin devil type? Kyoya, the cool type?"

"Wait a second—" I tried to say.

"Or…" he placed his long index finger under my chin. "Do you prefer the princely type: Me?"

"You misunderstood!" I said. "I was just trying to find a quiet place to—"

"Haru-chan! Haru-chan! Are you a hero, tell me about the time you saved the Queen!" Honey-senpai jumped on my arm and swung me around in a circle.

"Hang on—WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO CALL ME HARU-CHAN!?"

"He got mad at me!" Honey cried, Mori patted his head and handed him a stuffed, pink bunny rabbit.

Once again Tamaki-senpai grabbed my arm but I pulled back, falling on top of a pedestal where an expensive vase stood. My arm knocked it over and, having extremely slow reflexes, I failed to save it from landing on the floor in a million pieces.

"My my!" the twins appeared behind me. "That was an eight million yen vase that was meant to sell at our school auction!" they chanted.

"I'll pay it back—"

"You can't even afford our school uniform!" the twins landed their final attack. "What is that lame outfit you're wearing anyway?"

"What would you do, Tamaki?" Kyoya asked with a blank face.

"Do you know this proverb, Fujioka-kun?" Tamaki asked. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do! If you cannot pay back the vase with your own pocket, then you'll need to pay with your body." He sat down on the middle of the sofa once again and crossed his legs. "From now on, you're the Host Club's dog!"

It's so cruel, Mother. After you left, ten years of hard life with a father who spends too much, in the school I tried my best to reach… I was trapped by a mysterious group called the Host Club.

I think I'll reach Heaven with you much sooner than I thought…

"Where will you take me during the summer, Tamaki-kun?"

"Anywhere you want."

"What is your favourite music, Tamaki-sama?"

"Whatever you favour."

"I baked a cake today, Tamaki-kun, would you please eat some?"

Tamaki-senpai brushed her chin with his finger and lowered his head at an angle. "If you feed me, Princess…"

Tamaki Suoh: Grade 11, class A. The Host Club King.

"And then, Kaoru formatted the data he made overnight when he was half asleep!"

"Hikaru! That's—"

"And he panicked and cried to me, saying all his work was gone!"

"HIKARU! You are so cruel… In front of everyone… Telling that story…"

"Kaoru… I'm so sorry," they leaned their heads toward each other and sat forward in their chairs, "It's just, you were so cute at that time I couldn't help it."

"Hikaru…"

Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin: Grade 10, class A.

"Kyaa! Beautiful brotherly love!" the girls nearby screamed, holding each other's hands.

I don't quite understand what this world is coming to… I thought.

Kyoya appeared next to me. "Our motto is to make use of each of our characteristics to answer the customer's needs," he explained, as if reading my mind. "By the way, Tamaki is our best.

What, that guy is number one? I took a look at his records. Geh, his request rate is 70%!

"You will be taking care of our chores for a while. Run away if you want, but I have excellent staff at home. By the way, do you have a passport?"

Will he make me leave the country!?

"He's right," Tamaki said, blowing into my ear. "Work hard for the eight million yen!"

"Please don't do that," I said, rubbing my neck.

"This is one of my best techniques!" He seemed quite insulted by my remark.

"I'm not interested in that type of thing… Besides, it doesn't really matter, does it? Guy, girl or appearance," I said. "I don't understand this club. It's what's on the inside that counts, right?"

"True… It is so barbarous! God sometimes creates humans with perfect body and its contents; it's not that I meant to brag about it!"

I leaned against the wall. Ugh… this guy…

"I know you need to tell yourself that!" he continued, oblivious to the world around him. "Otherwise you couldn't live with yourself!"

How to say this… I thought as he continued his over-dramatic speech and strange dances as he spoke. Troublesome… Not that word… Something more like… What is that word? I wish I could remember it!

"When you place a glass," Tamaki continued, "you must put your little finger under it in order to not make a loud noise. Also, as you do so, you can catch your reflection in the glass to make sure you're absolutely perfect!"

Annoying… Troublesome… Obliviousness… Stupidity…

The twins walked past me, but took a few steps back to check out what Tamaki and I were doing. Honey and Mori were, well what were they doing at the time? They were entertaining guests but also came to stand next to me after a while.

Uh… Maybe, a pain in the neck? No… There's a good word to describe people like him…

"But above all else, Fujioka-kun, you must walk with grace." He came to stand in front of me and bowed his head to my height. "And to look at one with a lower angle can certainly give results—"

I punched my hand in my fist, ignoring his speech still.

"I got it!" I declared.

"Oh, did you get my—"

"You're obnoxious!"

"Ha-ha-ha!" the twins laughed evilly. "You're a hero all-right! There are not many people who can hurt Boss so easily!"

I made him depressed… I was just saying what I thought. But he is a pain in the neck…

Haruhi Fujioka: Transfer student with a lot of nerve.

"I'm sorry Senpai!" I tried to recover him as he sat in the corner with a dark aura. "Your lesson did strike a small cord with me…"

"King. That's what everyone here calls me," he said.

"Okay… then Kin—"

"You're blocking the way, sir," one of the twins walked over him on purpose. "Don't just crouch in the middle of nowhere."

"You're slacking off of work, tono," the other twin said in harmony with the first.

"You have customers waiting, Tamaki." Kyoya lifted him by the collar as he spoke.

No one is calling him that…

"We have guests," the shortest of the group, riding on top of the tallest's back, interrupted the rest.

Mitsukuni "Honey" Haninozuka: Grade 12, class A.

Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka: Grade 12, class A.

"Mori-kun, Honey-kun!" a customer called.

"Sorry we're a bit late today," Honey said in a sweet voice. Mori placed him on one of the many sofas, next to a girl wearing the school's uniforms. "I was waiting for Takashi's other club activity and fell asleep." He rubbed his eyes and yawned. "But I'm still very sleepy~"

Is he really a senior? He looks like a middle school student! And that scary-looking tall guy hasn't even said a word yet.

"Honey-senpai is the eldest in the club!" Tamaki explained to Haruhi. It seems no one cared for him, so he recovered himself. "He's popular because girls feel the need to protect him. Mori is always silent, so girls feel safe around him. Those two are complete opposites, but their characters work. Whereas I am the perfect prince!"

We're back to talking about him… "I just wanted someplace quiet to study…"

"What about your home?" Tamaki asked.

I ignored him and continued to let my eyes soak in the Host Club.

"Even though you're a guy you're just as small as Honey!" Tamaki continued to speak as though everything he says is true. "But those thick glasses don't suit you, and did you even brush that hair of yours this morning? What is that ugly shirt you're wearing? Maybe it's impossible with your looks but I'll train you thoroughly."

"What are you—?"

"ONE HUNDRED! If you can get one hundred guests to request for you then you are debt-free!"

No… NOOOOOO! I'd rather do chores!