Hi! I'm glad you came to check out my first fan fiction. As I told you, I did make some changes to the original storyline.

1) Haruhi's mom didn't die. Ranka and Kotoko simply divorced.
2) Ranka and Kotoko had a child a year before Haruhi.
3) Kotoko's family is also fairly wealthy. She inherits the company from her dad after the divorce.
4) Everyone is moving a grade down so Haruhi still met the host club, but Honey and Mori didn't leave quite yet.

I hope you think it's good!

Disclaimer - I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, any of the characters in it, or the places in it. Bisco Hatori does. The only thing I own is the plot and Fujioka Tsukiyuki Akari.

In The Halls of Ouran Private High School Academy

Sounds of my shoes hitting the tiled ground filled the hallway. I stopped at a wooden door and knocked.

"Come in."

I opened the door to reveal an office with a man sitting in a rolling black leather chair behind a desk. On his desk sat a name plaque. 'Suoh Yuzuru' in large letters, and 'Chairman' in smaller ones. He stood. We both bowed to each other, mine deeper than his. Yuzuru motioned for me to take a seat in front of him.

"I have been expecting you. Do you have all the forms needed for you to enroll?"

I responded.

"Chairman Suoh-sama. I'm sorry. I'm late, aren't I? My plane was delayed just a bit. I do have the papers you faxed to me here; all filled out."

"Fujioka Akari-san, is it?" he said while glancing at the papers I just handed over.

"Yes."

"Older sister of Fujioka Haruhi?"

"Yes. Anything else I need to know?"

"You will be in class 2-A. Since you have already paid, you can skip the meeting with the finance lady. The entrance exams you are going to take today, correct?"

"Yes," I paused. "2-A. Is that the same class as your son and Ootori-sama's son?"

"Ah. Did Haruhi tell you about them?"

"Through e-mail."

He was looking at my clothes (dark jeans with a white short-sleeve shirt).

"In those clothes, you could be mistaken for a guy. Are you going to cross dress like your sister in school?"

"Yes," I answered. "It would be much more fun. Plus, I don't really like the girls' uniforms in Ouran. A bit too yellow for my tastes."

"Well then, we should be done. Do you want a tour of the school? Meet the student representatives of your class perhaps?"

"No, thank you, Chairman Suou-sama. I have the map of the school in my bag. I'll meet the others eventually."

I stood to leave, and Yuzuru followed my actions. We shook hands. When I was reaching for the door handle, I turned back to Yuzuru.

"I'll be going to the Third Music Room after the exams. Haruhi told me they were meeting today to plan their first theme."

I left and closed the door before the old man could answer. Sighing, I walked quickly away from the office to a great library room. I wondered what Haruhi's reaction will be when she finds out I'm enrolling. She'll probably freak out. I wrote down my name before starting on the rest of the questions on the entrance exam.

Entering The Third Music Room

"Good after-"

"Haaaruhiii!"

A blond man appeared next to said girl.

"Are you well? Did you miss me? How was your summer break?"

Haruhi sighed.

"Tamaki-senpai. We just saw each other a week ago. That wasn't a long time ago."

She turned to face the rest of the host club members.

"Hi, everyone."

"Hi, Haruhi," the twins chorused.

Kyoya and Mori nodded. Honey ran over before jumping into Haruhi's arms. Haruhi spun in a complete circle from the force of the jump.

"Hi, Haru-chan!"

"Hi, Honey-senpai. How was your summer break? I didn't see you."

"We were in Fuji. Then we went to California for a kendo tournament for Takashi and Satoshi!"

"Did you win?" Haruhi asked Mori.

"Yeah."

"Haru-chan! We brought some cake from Fuji and California too. Want to try some?"

"Sure!"

There's something about Honey-senpai that is always so innocent that I can't help smile!

The young-looking boy darted over to the table with Mori following. The giant was holding a large bag. Haruhi followed.

I'm guessing the bag holds the cake...

After the exam, I headed towards the mens' bathroom. The exam really wasn't that hard even though it was all in Japanese. I'm glad I studied Japanese while I was in China. Pushing open a stall, I opened the bag that held my uniform. Once when I changed, I started going up the velvet covered stairs next to the bathroom. On the door of the third music room, a sign was posted up.

'The Host Club will be open on August 25.'

That was the day after school starts. Well, I'm sure Haruhi won't be bothered if I go in now instead of later...And I turned the golden handle.

Tamaki saw the handle turning and stepped out of his mushroom corner.

"Kyoya, were we expecting someone today?"

Kyoya shook his head.

"Why?"

"The door is opening."

As soon as this was brought to attention, the club members turned to the door. Indeed, it was opening. A guy stepped inside and glanced around before running towards Haruhi.

"Haruhi!"

Haruhi groaned.

"Why are you here? I don't think you're even suppose to be here."

The guy smirked.

"I couldn't wait. Now come here and give me a hug. I haven't seen you in about ten years."

Tamaki got over his shock after hearing this statement and marched over the pair.

"Excuse me, but, Haruhi, who is this guy?"

Haruhi looked at Tamaki before pointing at the guy.

"She is my relative."

"She?"

"Haru-chan, what relative? Cousin?"

"Sister."

"What did you say?"

So, how is this rewrite? There are a few changes that I've decided.

1) Hari's name will be changed to Akari. Hari and Haruhi are too similar. Although I based her name off of Haruhi, it should be different. It could get confusing, and Akari is more creative anyway.

2) Most of the story will either be {1st Person - Akari} or {3rd Person Limited - Haruhi}. It's easier to write from her point of view. Therefore, easier to get into her mind and get this story going!

3) Well, I found it very unrealistic that Haruhi just suddenly developed nervousness around Mori when Akari came. So she's going to have a crush on someone else for the time being. Someone that's not Mori. Rest assured, this is a MoriHaruhi so be patient, okay?

4) I'm taking out all Japanese in this story. I don't want to give anyone wrong ideas about how this word or that word in Japanese is the right way when it's really not. I don't want to offend anybody either. So, until I learn Japanese, I'll refrain from using it.

See you later! - Sun