Chapter 1: Starting Today, You Are a Host!
She walked into the school trying to hide the purpose in her stride. She glanced over the edge of her glassed. She looked around the huge front hall of the school, noticing the expensive uniforms everyone was wearing. In her grubby cheap clothes, she knew she would stick out and be identified as the scholarship student in a second. Exactly what she wanted.
She walked the length of the school, trying to find the room where she knew they'd be. She finally opened a door to a music room, music room number three to be exact, and found the Host Club standing before her.
It had been one year since Haruhi's sister, Nanami, had died. Their mother died when they were young as well, and it was really hard on Haruhi's father, who had become really depressed and often came home to drunk to do anything. He had never done anything to hurt Haruhi or anything like that; she was just often left with the choirs around the house, but she didn't mind.
There was one thing that did bother her. In fact, it bothered immensely; her sister's body had never been found. The murderer had never been discovered or captured. No one knows who did it, except that they went to Ouran Elite Private Academy. Though many interrogations had been done, nothing solid had ever been found. That's when Haruhi decided to do her own investigation. The problem was Ouran Academy was extremely expensive. It hadn't been a problem for her sister, because when she attended they were rich. But after Nanami had died, her father quit his job and pulled out of society. Their money had been slowly declining, until he had gone out in search of a job 6 months ago. He said he never wanted to go back to the first calls society again, and had been working simple jobs, making just enough money for them to live a simple commoner's life. Haruhi didn't mind. She never liked rich people stuff anyways.
When she decided to go to Ouran herself, they didn't have the money to pay for it. And she didn't have her father's support, either. He was still too suspicious of the school, and he didn't want anything bad to happen to Haruhi. She was all he had.
Lucky for her, Haruhi had always been an exceptionally bright student, so she took the test for the scholarship. She'd had to do all the applications herself since her father disapproved too much to help her. He didn't see the point of Haruhi risking her life to solve her sister's murder case.
She passed the test and got a full scholarship to Ouran. She and her father argued for days as to whether she should be able to go, but she had already made up her mind, and finally got her father to agree. So here she was, her first day at Ouran Private Elite Academy. She'd heard many rumors about the school, including the famous Host Club. She knew her sister was a frequent guest to the Host Club, even though it was just starting out when she was a first year. It had grown a lot in a year. She knew as a scholarship commoner, she'd never be allowed as a guest, and as a girl, she'd never be allowed as a host. But she needed to get close to them. Much to her father's dismay, she cut off all her hair and bought what most would assume were boy's clothes. Looking in the mirror that morning, she figured she could pass as a boy, especially because she had a deeper voice than most girls.
She stood in the doorway, looking at the strange group of handsome boys standing before her.
"Why hello," said the tall blond one. From her research before school, she identified him as Tamaki Suoh.
"Sorry, I was just looking for a place to study," Haruhi said.
"Aren't you that scholarship student?" said the one with the dark hair and glasses. Kyoya. "Hikaru, Kaoru, isn't this young man in your class?"
"Yes, but he's not very sociable, so we don't know much about him," the two orange hair twins said in unison.
"So, you're Haruhi Fujioka?" Tamaki said, with surprise in his voice.
He began talking about his admiration for poor people, but Haruhi wasn't listening. They already thought she was a guy, but she needed some reason to join their club. She thought about asking to observe the club when her thoughts were interrupted by the shortest member of the host club, Mitsukuni, who Haruhi already knew was called Hani.
"Haru-chan!" he said, grabbing her arm. "You're like a superhero, right? To be smart enough to come here?"
"Who're you calling Haru-chan?!" Haruhi yelled.
"So to speak, you are a hero, Fujioka-kun!" Tamaki said.
"Not really, just an honour student." Haruhi said.
Tamaki continued as if he hadn'y heard her. "Even if you are the top student, you are also the poorest in the school. People will call you a weed, and you will be despised as a lower person! Don't worry, I praise the poorest! What is important to the hero is the reskless spirit! All hail poverty!"
Haruhi tried to ignore the rest of his speach. Then he said something she wasn't prepared for.
"It's strange you're here. I never thought the infamous honour student…would be so openly gay." Tamaki said.
Gay? Thought Haruhi. I can live with that. But I don't think they'll let me get close to them if they think I'm gay.
But Tamaki was already approaching her, asking her what kind of guy she was into.
"The strong, silent type?" gesturing to Mori, who was standing looking stoic in a corner.
"The boy Lolita?" Hani winked.
"The mischievous type?" as the twins came up and poked her sides, making her squirm.
"Or the cool type?" Kyoya didn't even glance up from his clipboard, uninterested in their antics.
Haruhi played along with a shocked look on her face. Then Tamaki put his hand on her cheek. "Or maybe you're into a guy like me? What do you say?" Haruhi pushed away from him, and her body slammed into a small display table. She turned to watch a gorgeous vase fall to the ground.
She stood there, shocked, while the twins said, "That vase was worth eight million yen! We were going to display it at our next school auction!"
"I'm so sorry! I'll pay you back," Haruhi found herself saying. But everyone in the room knew she'd never have the money to do so.
"You know what they say; when in Rome, do as the Romans. Since you have no money, you can pay off your debt by acting as the Host Club's dog!" Tamaki said.
And just like that, Haruhi became part of the Host Club.
My second attempt at an Ouran Fan Fiction (the first one was just bad). I have some really great devolopments planned for this story. There's so many twists coming very soon. I hope you all enjoy it! Please R&R!
Peace.
But not really.