Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, nor do I have any part in the making of it. This is a fanfiction, made only for the purpose of typing out my thoughts and ideas. In no way did the events following this introduction actually happen in the anime/manga, and they never will. This was not made to have anything gained monetarily, but just to recieve feedback on my writing abilities, and improove based on your opinions of my work. I do not own any of these characters, excluding my OC's (origional characters). If you have read/watched the manga/anime, then you will know which characters are mine and which aren't.

Warning: This is a shounen ai / yaoi fanfiction, meaning there is romantic relationships (and a bit more-to-come) between two adolescent boys included. If this offends you in any way, or you do not want to read this, then I suggest that you stop reading now.

With the usual disclaimers and warnings out of the way, we can get to the slightly-less-than-a-pain-in-the-ass part. This is a revised version of this fanfiction, posted on a different account. If you would like to see the older version of this, a link will be included on the bottom of the page. Now, just to get it out of the way: there will be more than just boys kissing, in the future of this story. Yup. If you've been looking for a quick romance story, this isn't the place to look. I plan on making these more of these chapters, and longer ones, making more sense, with possible sex, and of course, less blushing. (I seem to make these guys blush a bit too much, re-reading this.) I've done a bit of research, and I've found that in Japan, school begins in Spring. Who knew? I'm not very familiar with how they do things in school in Japan, so I decided that I will just go by how my middle school does things. There are eight learning periods in a day, two periods of electives, a lunch period (we have the option of eating outside), locker period, and advisory two days a week. So, on to the slightly-less-worse peice of crap that I call a fanfiction. Keep in mind that I don't have spell-check on my computer, so a lot may be spelled wrong. Enjoy what you can. =D

Echoed Voice

Chapter One

An Encounter Directed by Kiyoko-nee!

The wind stirred, causing black strands of hair to fall over in front of bright green eyes. A cool breeze followed, giving Kazuhiro's pale skin a relieving sensation. He had been laying down beneath a large cherry blossom tree, hiding in the shade of the branches and falling petals in the unusually warm Spring day. He was beginning to sweat, limply fanning himself with a peice of scrap paper retrieved from one of his binders.

He decided to go outside for the lunch period on the first day, he wasn't used to being in a crowded room filled with a bunch of obnoxious rich kids that gossiped about almost everyone all the time. Kazuhiro wanted to be back at home, quietly studying with his homeschool teacher in the pleasently air conditioned office of her home.

He didn't belong at this school.

He was a commoner.

He wasn't rich.

He was different, alone, an orphan.

While all of these kids had been sent here by their rich families, Kazuhiro had been sent here by his rich teacher, who insisted he come to this school. As before mentioned, he had a homeschool teacher. Not because he couldn't go to public school, or because he was stupid, but it was because he was intelligent. Different, huh?

For almost all of his educatonal life, Kazuhiro had been at the top of his class. Passed the city-wide tests with flying colors. Exceeded the the teacher's expectations for the school's curriculums. Straight A's on his report card. Some of his teachers had considered the small boy an ideal student, although Kazuhiro hated it when he was told that.

When it came down to his last year of middle school, the orphanage in which he had lived in decided that he would be homeschool, from a free program that lasted a year. When the year passed, he had exceeded even the homeschool teacher's expectations. She decided, considering she was inrolling her own child to this school, that she would pay for Kazuhiro to go.

Though, being as stubborn as he was, Kazuhiro protested, she insisted he attended, with the exception that Kazuhiro was to live with them as well. Somehow, she had convinced him, and here he was.

Sighing, the short boy closed his eyes, hoping to take a quick nap before the bell would ring. As he began to dose off, a familiar voice had sounded and he had regretted ever sitting down. "Kazu-chan's so lazy. He needs to do something other than sleep. Maybe find a boyfr-"

"Sh-Shut up!" Kazuhiro quickly shouted before she could finish her sentence. Kiyoko Takaki, the daughter of his former homeschool teacher, now his caretaker, was enjoying teasing him as she always had. Kazuhiro sat up, trying to hide his blush with his wind-stirred bangs. "Don't finish that sentence. Here, of all places.

She giggled at his response. The blonde had always found an interest in teasing his since he met. She found that using his own sexuality against him to be the most intertaining. "I was just kidding around." She finished up her round of giggles as Kazuhiro felt around the ground for his glasses. When he found them, he slipped them on and sighed.

"I know that, but these people wouldn't really appreciate that I'm... You know." He brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, as if hugging. "It's the first day, and I don't want a reputation about being the school... 'fag...'" He whispered the last part, with a shy squirm.

Kiyoko sighed. "The kids here aren't really as judgemental as you think. Have you seen Hikaru-senpai and Kaoru-senpai? The girls here love it. If they found out, they'd probably go nuts over you and some other guy."

"I don't wanna be laughed at, I don't wanna people 'going nuts over me and some other guy,' I just wanna be like any other kid here."

"Why not? Almost everyone here wants to be as popular as the host club. You could get some of the stuff that you love to see Hikaru-senpai and Kaoru-senpai do to eachother, and a little more..." She smirked.

"No."

"No's not an option, Kazu-chan." She grabbed him by his arm and began dragging him towards the building. "Stop resisting, people are staring and lunch period's almost over. It'll take maybe ten minutes to get there, we should have enough time."

"What are you talking about? Let me go, I don't wanna know what you're doing!"

"I'm taking you somewhere. Stop resisting, or I'll tell people about your little secret." She smirked, finished her sentence.

"N-No! I don't wanna go, and don't tell anyone, or I swear to god I'll..."

"You'll what? No's not an option, Kazu-chan."

"H-Happy now?" Kazuhiro hurriedly questioned. "What're we doing here anyway?" He took a few seconds to look around. They were in the halls of Ouran that were tinted pink from the lights of the chandeleirs overhead, outside of a room labeled "Music Room 3."

Kiyoko had had a pleased smiled on her face through almost the whole trip there. "You'll find out soon enough, come on, they should be treating guests today." Pushing open the large, detailed doors, the automatic-ventilation system stirred rose petals from the ground towards their direction. Inside, there were girls seated every where, and the only males visable were, without a doubt...

The Host Club.

They were often described as attention hogs by the men at this school, but by the women, they seemed simply perfect. They exclaimed how properly they had been treated when the Host Club dealt with them, how they would always point out how beautiful they were, or how they couldn't resist them. Of course, he knew that was a bunch of crap. Simply an act, maybe for attention as others had thought, but Kazuhiro knew they weren't truthfully in love with every girl that walked in and out of these doors.

The doors that Kazuhiro stood at. The doors Kiyoko opened. The doors Kiyoko pushed him into.

As he was forcefully shoved into the doors, he could feel each individual stare of every person burning into his skin. He blushed, obviously being noticed by almost everyone. Damnit... Kazuhiro mentally cursed. Kiyoko-nee messed everything up again... The small figure had squirmed uncomfortably under the stares, but he heard a few squeels throughout the room. I snapped out of my embarrassed daze when the tall figure of a blonde male approached me.

"May I help you?" The words rolled from his mouth magnificantly. He spoke with a tone of care in his mellow, assuring voice. A princely, sweet smile tugged at his lips and his blue-violet eyes shone with a hint of concern.

"N-N... I-I..." Kazuhiro studdered, fed up with the appearance of the oh-so-handsome blonde in front of him. Tamaki chuckled and Kazuhiro looked up.

"It's fine, you don't need to worry. We don't get many homosexual guests, but it's a pleasure to have a new guest to visit us."

"N-No! I-I-It's not like that! J-Just... I-I..."

"I think that Kazuhiro would like to designate a host." Kiyoko sung hapilly, an evi grin on her face. That damn... And since when did she use "Kazuhiro" when referring to me? It was always Kazu-chan, or when he helped her study, Kazu-chan-senpai-though he never understood the "senpai" part.

A few squeels let out through the room. Was Kiyoko right? Would girls really go crazy over that fact that he was gay? Tamaki wrapped his right arm around Kazuhiro's waist, pulling him closer. "Welcome... We'll treat you like a prince here." Tamaki took hold of his chin, tilting it upward as he leaned down-which was a great distance, Kazuhiro was only about half a foot above his waist-and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

By then, the whole room was full-out gushing and squeeling at them. Kazuhiro's heart was pounding so load that he was afraid that others could hear it. He didn't want to be there right now. He was too embarassed.

Finally, he was sick of it. He didn't like being stared at, having other people practically encouraging him to admit his secret. He pushed Tamaki away roughly, running in the other direction with hot tears streaming down his burning face. I won't let any of them play with my feelings!

Yeah, yeah, I changed the ending. He's not as rough, and you get to hear his toughts at the end! I did this for you people.

FEEL SPECIAL.

Anyway, I have a question for you guys, or for anyone who bothers to read this little bottom part. Which would you prefer, short chapters like this one posted more often, or longer chapters posted not as often. Majority wins. :D Anyway, comments, corrections, insults, criticism, all is welcome. =

Rewritten from:
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