The silver eyed girl walked into the gates of Ouran, impressed a little.

'They've really outdone theirselves. But my mission is to see the "little devils" in the host club.'

Sighing, the girl grabbed her schedule, and stepped into the classroom 1-A, same as Hikaru, Kaoru and Haruhi.

"Why don't you introduce yourself?" The teacher asked. The girl shook her head, but the teacher didn't bother the shy girl. "You'll be sitting next to Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin." She nodded, smiling inside.

'Part one is complete. Now, I just have to talk to them...maybe..'

Haruhi smiled at the girl, her hand stuck out.

"My name is Haruhi Fujioka. Your name is...?" The girl shook her hand but didn't answer, instead, avoiding the question.

"My name is...well, you'll find out...sooner or later.." She spoke quietly, not trying to draw anymore attention to herself. Haruhi checked the clock for a moment then smiled nervously.

"I have to go now. See you later!" Haruhi hurried off, going to the Music room three. The girl followed, curiously walking into the same room. Rose petals flew from the door and she stood, unfazed. Her attire was made of a hooded sweatshirt that covered the fact she was a girl, ripped jeans and some sneakers that looked way too big. Her face looked more masculine with some cover up makeup.

"Welcome." Six boys, save Haruhi, greeted.

"Oh, it's just a boy." Hikaru noted, walking over to her. The girl's eye twitched for a moment but stopped as Tamaki walked over to her also, rambling on who is who. He came a little too close to her and she backed away, knocking over a nice piece of china.

"Ten million yen." Kyoya simply stated. Tamaki made her the new "dog" of the host club, but changed his mind shortly after, making her a host.

"Your type is the quiet, innocent type. You're loving and caring for the princesses and..." The girl tuned him out for a bit. Girls had flooded in, designating the new host.

"So what's your name?" A girl, Kimiko, asked shyly. The unknown girl smiled and blushed a little.

"I-I'd rather know your's first." She told Kimiko, looking at her dreamingly. The girls squealed, Kimiko looking like she was about to faint. Hours later, the club closed. Kyoya, being the intellectual one of them, looked up the girl's file. Nothing came up, only a picture of the girl when she was younger, really.

"Interesting." Kyoya muttered to himself, getting quite irritated.

"What is your name?" Hikaru, without Kaoru for once, demanded. The girl ignored him, continuing to walk away from him.

"What is your name?" He repeated. She still hadn't answered yet, and quite frankly, Hikaru was getting very annoyed. Finally, the girl turned to face him.

"What's your name?" The girl stared at Hikaru. "My name is Nameless." Hikaru laughed, but the girl stared at him, unfazed. "No really, what's your name?"

"I don't know my real name, okay?" Nameless admitted, her silver eyes averting to the ground. Hikaru processed this information in his mind, before trying to remember something.

"Fine. Do you at least have another name I could call you?" Hikaru was growing more and more irritated with this...girl.

"...Aya." She responded finally. "That's what other people called me."

"Aya." Aya turned to look at him. "How do I not know you're making this all up?" Hikaru snapped, glaring at the girl. "Just to try to get sympathy from other people?"

"No," Aya retorted. "Why would I be? If I was I would be sobbing some sappy love story that happened. This is true!" He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, right." Aya glared at him once again.

"I should've known," She muttered. "You wouldn't believe me. All because of an act that you put up." Picking up her bag, Aya headed out the door.

"Yeah, yeah. Say all you want." Hikaru responded to her comment. "Besides, I just barely know you. Why in the world would I have any sympathy for you?"

"Because you could be nice."

"Ha! Like that'll ever happen."

"It did before," Aya slammed the door in his face and sprinted out of the room.