Guide to the Ouran Fan Girls
Chapter 1: The Jealous Type
Somewhere in a random studio
"The nice admin person said we broke some rules, so I am going to rewrite it like this. I still don't know if this is legal (in fanfiction rules). Jac-chan will be at the end. If you wrote a story about an OC, we apologize if you hate this. I don't necessarily hate OC's, this idea just popped in my head. Oh yeah, currently, Jac-chan is in the control room," Pig-chan said. She turned to the camera that was not broadcasting anything.
"We don't own Ouran High School Host Club. It belongs to its rightful owner."
The Jealous Type
"Tono! Look at what we found in Haruhi's bag!" the twins said in unison.
"You looked through my daughter's bag? Theives! Kyoya, have your private police force send them to jail!" Tamaki said/yelled.
"No." Kyoya continued to write in his black book.
Tamaki immediately went into his "Corner of Woe". Haruhi suddenly burst into the music room.
"Which one of you guys looked through my bag?" Haruhi gritted her teeth.
She looked at the book in the twin's hands. The twins gulped.
"What book is that?" she asked.
"How should we know? We FOUND it in your bag." The twins said.
Flashback
"Kuro! Hey! Kuro!" someone whispered.
"….yeah?" Kuro mumbled sleepily.
"Let's go mess with the Host Club."
Kuro grinned like a maniac. "Yeah, let's."
With that, the two snuck into Ranka's apartment and put a book into Haruhi's bag. Luckily, they did not get caught by Ranka or the alarms.
Flashback end
Kaoru handed the book to Haruhi. He glanced at the cover of the book. It was covered in black cloth with the title, "Guide to the…" in gold lettering. The book wasn't very thick, it looked thicker than a children's book, but thinner than a dictionary. He wondered what it was a guide to. Hikaru felt the same way.
"Guide to the…fan girls," was all Haruhi said.
She opened the book to page 1 and began reading aloud.
"Guide to the…something. Someone must have scribbled the rest out." She looked skeptically at the book and continued reading. (a/n-the "…" is supposed to be ouran or something else scribbled out.)
"Chapter 1: The Jealous Type. The…host club have many types of fan girls."
"A host club?" Tamaki left his corner and started rushing towards Haruhi. He was immediately stopped by a loud machine-like noise.
"Ohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho! A guide to a host club! This should be interesting. Continue reading, Haruhi!" Renge sat on her sofa on top of the pedestal thingy.
"The…host club have many types of fan girls. The jealous type is the more dominating fan girl. This chapter is about the jealous type. She is ruthless, spoiled, and very evil. Her crimes can range from petty to severe. One record of the petty crime; a bag owned by…was tossed out into the pond with a peeing cupid statue." Haruhi remembered the first day she was a host. Her bag was tossed out into the pond, and it had a statue of cupid. Haruhi's mind suddenly clicked together. This was a guide of OURAN fan girls! Knowing Kyoya, he probably figured it out. She continued reading.
"This resulted in tea poured over the host(ess) and the fan girl. Usually, the jealous type looks really ugly. She has pancake face (putting too much make-up on your face) and pouty carp lips." Haruhi stopped again and said, "Guys, I think this book is a book about…us."
Everyone looked surprised, except for Kyoya and Mori (whose face remains blank). Then Renge started laughing.
"There's no way it could be about us! It's just not possible," she doubled over.
Haruhi continued to read.
"The jealous type could look like anything, even a demon (her inner self). Here is an example:
Name: Akane Hiroshima Hair: blue Eyes: blue Height: 5'7"
This is what she could do once she sees the "King" of the host club:
Akane marched up to the king. "Who were you with, Tamaki?" (everyone listening to haruhi gasped)
"My company is only for you, princess," Tamaki said, always suave.
"Then who was the other girl you were with?" she snapped, glaring Tamaki down.
Tamaki backed away slowly. Kyoya said," It was another one of our customers."
Within the next day the girl Tamaki was with not present at the host club. The only mistake Akane made was the fact that the girl Tamaki was with always designated Hunny-sempai.
Haruhi had closed the book, since hosting hours began, but no one could keep their minds off that book. The door opened and the host club said," Welcome."
The door opened and in came a girl. She had flowing blue hair and blue eyes. She had a look of defiance in her eyes.
Flashback (around the time Haruhi was reading the guide)
Someone was in the make-up room. The make-up artists put on a blue wig over her hair. She was wearing contacts that made her eyes blue. Another person put a microphone to her ear.
"Onee-chan? Are you there?"
"Yep, I can hear you loud and clear, Kuro." the girl flashed a smile.
"Phase one of the plan: Scare the crap out of the host club. I will tell you the lines and you say them to the club."
"Gotcha."
Flashback end
The girl walked over to Tamaki and slapped him. Tamaki stood there, shocked. He quickly regained his composure and asked, "Who are you?"
"Akane Hiroshima." was her quick reply. "Who were you with, Tamaki?"
Everyone gasped.
"My princess, I am in your company."
She shook her head and glared at him. "Then who was the other girl you were with?"
Everyone backed away from the scene. Kyoya spoke up. "It was another one of our customers. You have no right to know who she is."
The girl smirked and whispered, "We'll see, Ootori-san. We'll see." She walked out.
The twins burst out laughing after a long silence. "She will be our new toy. Sorry, Haruhi, you'll have to share."
"Like I care," was her reply. (out in the halls of the school. She was thinking, "Me, your toy? No thanks, Hitachiins."
The Next Day
Kyoya noted that they had less people than they normally do. Kyoya had tried to find "Akane Hiroshima", but he didn't get anyone that had blue hair and eyes like she did. No one noticed a girl telling host club fan girls the host club was closed for a day.
After the hosting hours, most of the hosts were quiet. They were all scared of the book. They decided they would read it again another day.
"Hey, I get my own speech place! Cool!" Jac-chan exclaimed. She stretched her arms and put her legs on the table. "Huh. I have to read a script." Jac-chan scanned the paper.
"Thank you for reading! Wow, WAY too optimistic. Okay, we do it my way. Thanks for reading our story, blah, blah, blah. We accept comments, complaints, and questions. Okay, bye!"
Distant yelling can be heard.