Kagome pulled herself up along the vines of the demonic well, squinting slightly as the sun's rays collided with her eyes.
"I'm sure glad that test is finally over," she said, adjusting the large pack atop her back. "Even though I think I failed it." She sighed and reached the well's opening with a troubled face. "I don't know how I'll ever pass the high school entrance exams. I suppose Mom and Gramps will have to support me for a little longer." She slipped onto the grass and stretched before adjusting her skirt-you would think after spending months in the Feudal Era that she would have chosen to wear something more practical for battling demons, but she couldn't stop hoping that one day she'd catch Inuyasha trying to sneak a peak. She giggled at her thoughts for a while before finally catching on to the fact that something wasn't quite right.
"Hmm, that's strange. I don't remember their being an enormous building in these woods," she said as she stared at the structure before her with a blank look on her face. The sign adorning the elaborate building read 'Ouran High School' and Kagome suddenly remembered hearing about the highly exclusive establishment from her mother one night at dinner. Supposedly the students were mostly rich, upper-crust members of society but a few of the less fortunate pupils were given scholarships. Kagome's mother had said that it would be lovely to attend such a fine institute of learning, even though they all knew there was no chance of that happening.
"Why did the well drop me off here and not in the Feudal Era?" Kagome turned, hoping to stare blankly at the unusual mode of transportation, but to her even greater confusion the well was gone. "Oh no, now what will I do?" She sighed, wishing someone else was here to solve her problems for her. When no such person arrived, she sighed again. "I guess I'll have to call Mom and have her pick me up. There should be a phone inside." She shifted her heavy pack before striding through the finely carved doors and over the polished marble floors. "Wow, this place sure is different from the forest." A few students who were standing nearby gave her strange looks but she ignored them and wandered aimlessly through the halls before stopping before one door. "It sounds like there are people in here. Maybe they can help me." Kagome opened the door and stopped in her tracks at the sight before her; on and around a comfortable-looking couch were a gaggle of beautiful young men dressed like rock stars.
"Welcome, princess. May I sing a ballad for you?" A blonde man who was wearing a leather vest and much body glitter had appeared before Kagome without her noticing and was kneeling before her. He peered up at her with wide, violet eyes and a seductive look on his face. Kagome's face narrowed in anger.
"B-baka! What kind of girl do you take me for?! Sit!" She waited, expecting the blonde to slam into the carpet and was surprised when this did not occur.
"But I'm already kneeling," the blonde said, confused. "We thought about cosplaying as dogs, but Kyouya didn't like that idea."
"You aren't wearing an Ouran uniform and you seem oblivious to the workings of the club," a tall young man with glasses said, suddenly appearing behind Kagome. "Who are you?" Kagome jumped and was ready to yell 'Sit' again before remembering that it was useless.
"I'm Kagome Higurashi and I'm looking for a phone," she said, trying to sound as if she belonged here.
"There are several phones near the entrance to the school. Did you not notice them?" Kagome was oblivious to his sarcasm.
"Oh, I guess not. So, what are you doing in here?" she asked, gazing at all the costumed bishounen who were surrounding her.
"This is an exclusive club for members of our exclusive school," someone with orange hair and leather pants answered.
"And we are the exclusive 'Host Club'," someone who could have been a twin of the previous speaker added.
"What's a Host Club?" Kagome wondered. The two who looked alike rolled their eyes and wandered off while the blonde man suddenly sulked in the corner.
"I can't believe there's a woman from this school who doesn't know about me or the Host Club," he wailed. A petite young man with brown hair approached Kagome with a smile.
"Don't listen to Tamaki, he just doesn't realize that you're not from around here. I'm Haruhi, by the way." He reached out a hand, which Kagome shook, and in a moment of spiritual clarity she realized something.
"You're a girl, aren't you?" All of the costumed young men stiffened and turned their attention to the newcomer. Kagome was, as always, confused. "Did I say something wrong?" She felt arms wrap around her and wildly looked from side-to-side, where the similar-looking people had mysteriously appeared.
"I think you've made a mistake," the one on the left hissed into her ear.
"Yes, a mistake," the one on her right whispered, his grip tightening on her shoulder. Angrily, Kagome pulled away from the pair and whirled round to glare at the group.
"No I haven't! Haruhi is a girl!"
"Please, lady, don't talk so loudly," a boy who looked like an elementary-schooler said as he clutched a pink bunny. Kagome puzzled over why such a small boy would be in a high school club but figured it didn't concern her and turned her attention back to the others.
"I don't see why I should. She's clearly disobeying the rules of this school-she's not even wearing a skirt, like me!" Kagome then twirled around, showing off the green garment and her legs in the process. The young man with glasses stepped forward, his hands clasped.
"And you are disobeying the rules of this school by remaining on the premises without permission. I have already alerted security and they will be arriving shortly."
"Y-you can't do this to me," Kagome fumed. "I've time-traveled, I've fought demons! You can't just make me disappear!" she called as some men in black suits and sunglasses appeared.
"The girl is clearly delusional," the man in glasses quietly informed them as they grabbed Kagome. "Take her somewhere that can be of assistance, although if you happen to have an accident along the way, I'm sure no one of any importance would notice." The men in suits nodded and dragged the hysterical girl out of the prestigious school and into an indiscriminate black van. When they were gone, Haruhi turned to the bespectacled young man with concern.
"What did you ask them to do to her, Kyouya?" Kyouya smiled, a sight that chilled Haruhi to her bones.
" No need to worry, Haruhi. I simply requested that a place was found where the poor girl could rest." Haruhi nodded, although she still wondered over what would become of the strange girl. She never expected that the resting place Kyouya spoke of was the bottom of Tokyo Bay.
AN: In case you were curious….the title is short for "Oh My God, You Killed Kagome!" Expect more in the future. We hope you liked it:D
Disclaimer: We don't own Ouran Host Club or its members and we don't own Kagome…thank god.