DISCLAIMER: I do not own OHSHC, but I do own my one OC.
"This school can't get any bigger," I mutter, frustrated. I couldn't find my way through the first half of the school. When I realized that there was more, I hated this rich person's school even more than I already had.
Pulling my black hood over my head, I sighed inwardly. Being at a school for the wealthy didn't suit me at all. I'm a "commoner" in a totally different dimension. With barley any friends, I felt alone here. I felt like I was an outcast. I mean a punk doesn't belong with the prim and proper. They're meant to be apart.
A group of three girls stared at me with admiration-filled eyes, whispering to each other.
"Oh, wow. He's so cute!" A red head squealed. I just rolled my eyes carelessly. These girls at such a great school sure were airheads. Can't they see that I'm just a manlier female? I like my t-shirts with rock bands on them, and my ripped skinny jeans. I'm not one for dressed. But jeez, these girls can't get any denser! My brown eyes were too big to be masculine, and my voice was much too feminine. Though, my hair was short enough to be a boy's, and my clothes obviously pulled the entire boy look off.
The girls continued to whisper, and giggle while looking at me.
I passed them quickly, trying to feel out the school. I had gotten lost all today during classes. After school was my only time to learn my way around. I couldn't do it in one day, and that was the part that sucked. I'd have to cut the prestigious Ouran Academy into pieces.
"Maybe Haruhi could help me with the tour," I muttered. My twin had already known the ways around this school. I needed that kind of smart assistance.
Frowning, I continued wandering around the huge academy. I eavesdropped once again, and heard a bunch of girls talking about a music room 3. What could be in there? From what I've heard, it's abandoned. Nothing exists in there. Though, there could be an after-school activity in there.
The music room interested me, and I had decided to look around to find it.
Once I found it, I stood outside the doors, hesitating. I didn't know if I wanted to know what was in there. If a bunch of slow girls enjoyed going here during after school hours, than it can't be good at all.
Shrugging, I grabbed the handles on the door. I thrust the door open, and red roses flew past my face.
"Welcome."
What the hell? Was this what Haruhi told me about? Was this the… host club?
"It's a boy," A pair of ginger haired twins said obviously.
"But he looks a lot like," the one on the left started.
"Haruhi," the one on the right finished.
I had noticed Haruhi in the back of the twins. I had obtained so much relief seeing my best friend here! I mean, I didn't know that this was something a girl like her was into.
Like me, Haruhi liked men's clothes. We both grew up with an okama (cross dressing) father. Our mother died when we were five.
Haruhi and I are identical twin sisters, but to the rest of Ouran, we're brothers. Odd, I know, but that's just how people were in this school, since most students paid to get in. It didn't matter how intelligent they were, or not.
A flamboyant blonde appeared in front of me, and said, "Indeed, you do look a lot like my little Haruhi. Who are you?"
Ignoring the blonde, I approached Haruhi, and whispered, "I'm so scared."
Haruhi just laughed. "What're you doing here anyway?"
"I heard some girls talking about this place, so I checked it out," I informed her, returning back to myself.
"Hey! You're not supposed to ignore the prince of this host club," the blonde whined from behind me. God, was he annoying! I'd REALLY like to hit him beside the head with a bat right now!
"Ms. Fujioka, club hours are over. If you'd like to visit, please return tomorrow," a boy with sleek black hair, and glasses said politely.
"It's okay, Kyoya-Senpai," Haruhi started. "She's just waiting for me to walk home with her."
"You guys walk home?" The twins asked in unison.
"That's so… commoner-like," the twin on the right added.
Haruhi rolled her eyes. "Hikaru, Kaoru, be nice to my only sister." She then whipped her head around. "Tamaki-Senpai, stop growing mushrooms in the corner."
I turned my head towards the blonde. How the hell was he growing mushrooms in the corner? How was that even physically possible?
"We'll leave in a minute, Angel. I'm just going to say good-bye to Honey-Senpai, and Mori-Senpai."
"'Kay," I said in a monotonous voice. I just continued to look around the room. Damn, these boys were nuts. I think the only normal boy was Kyoya. Honey was a tiny blonde that looked like he was in grade school! Mori was just so tall, and too silent. The twins scared me… And then there was Tamaki. He's got the emotions of a teenage girl, and that scared me too. What was wrong with this host club?
Haruhi moved towards me, and told me it was ready to leave. I was so glad! The host club really gave me a reason to worry about my sister's safety.
Exiting the school, I vowed to myself to never go back to Ouran's crazy host club, though I know that wouldn't last!
A/N: Okay, end of the first chapter. I have something sort of like a favor to ask my lovely readers. After that small encounter with the host club, I want YOU the readers, to determine who Angel will be with. Your votes will help me decide (No, I don't have a favorite host so it doesn't matter). Please message me with the votes. Thanx, and love you all!