Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Ouran High School Host Club. I only own my made-up characters.

This is now a collab with me and babbbitrulez. She rules :)

EDIT: I wish I could rewrite the first 3 chapters... I might merge them into one... Please go through them, though. It gets much better, I promise.

JULY 10TH 2011 EDIT, IMPORTANT MESSAGE: Ignore anything that says iGothic, that is my old username.

This is my first serious fanfic. Please go at it with an open mind. ...Okay, go.

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"Welcome!" We all said in unison, just like we'd practiced. Our door had opened, which signaled out eyes, hearts, and minds to do the same (no matter what time we had gotten to school, even when we JUST woken up and didn't have time to change at home… but that's beside the point).

I'm Yoshiaki "Yoshi" Nakamura and I'm a first year at Ouran Academy. My twin sister Asami and I are a part of the Izanami Organization, or the place for nice guys to befriend good-natured females like myself.

A boy with blonde hair and sparkly indigo eyes (like my own) had barged it. No, it was more like… he waltzed through the doors. He was very handsome. My sister and 5 other friends gasped. I guess while I had hit the books my first few days, they had been hitting on guys.

I shrugged. "I'm Yoshi Nakamura. How may my ladies and I assist you today?"

He tensed up for a second. I guess he'd never seen a Blasian chick before. There were two here PLUS my friend Mason Ciceron from Georgia. I bet you she's the only black chick in Japan.

"Excuse me, Nakamura-san. I'm terribly sorry for interrupting your morn-" "No, no, it's fine. It's our job, Suoh-sempai!" Keiko Isayama cut in. All my girls were walking on air! I mean this guy was hot, but jeez!

Suoh-sempai grabbed my hands and stared deeply into my eyes. I wasn't used to any guy being this gentlemanly. "Nakamura-san? I'd like to invite you and your friends to my host club meeting. The first of the year! Please try to make it. It's in Music Room 3 right after school. Don't forget!"

He kissed my hand and left. When he closed the door, the air behind me erupted in squeals.

"EEEEEEEEEEEE! Tamaki Suoh kissed your hand! I bet you were the first, too! Ohmigod, you're soooooo lucky!" Keiko shrieked. Her shoulder-length green hair was pulled up into to pigtails. Her big green eyes shone with happiness. She was a second year here, so she knew the ropes.

"Guys." Asami quieted us down. She was slightly taller than me with caramel skin (like mine), long black hair (like mine) pulled up into a ponytail, and black-rimmed glasses (like mine). Her fingernails were usually painted purple to match her eyes. Mine were usually black, so it was a noticeable difference between us.

"Guys," she said again, "We're all still in our pajamas."

It was quiet for a second… then they all exploded. My sister and I were wearing footie pajamas, hers with Teeger and Eon (the tiger and donkey from Winifred the Pooch), and mine with dinosaurs from the Terrain before Era series. Everyone else's wasn't quite so bad, what, with ours being characters from children's shows…

Keiko had long pajama bottoms and a pink tank top, both with red hearts everywhere.

Ren Ukita had somehow convinced her best friend Michiko Kuramito (Michi for short) to wear matching Hihi Kitten shirts and black shorts. Ren has bubblegum-pop pink hair and big round brown eyes. She honestly looked like a 10 year old, which was weird because she was 17, the oldest in the group. Don't let her cuteness fool you, though. Her father is a highly respected samurai sensei. I know it's old fashioned but good katana-work in deeply appreciated wherever you are. It was only fitting that she's inherited some of his skills, so watch out.

Michi didn't really talk much. She's more of a seen-not-heard kind of person, and seen she was. With her silvery and gray eyes, most guys stare at her endlessly. She is also a third year and the heir to the cosmetic company, Akemi K.

Mason had already put on her fuzzy white robe. It was like a towel (A/N: You're a towel)! Her long brown hair was straightened and pulled into a tight bun. Her large brown eyes were on her best friend out of all of us: Jun Otani.

Jun…. well… Jun is a boy, the boy in our club. No, he's not gay. He does look kind of feminine though. He has blonde curly hair, a curvy face, gorgeous blue eyes… They said I fancy him. Yeah right. I just saw him, knew he was a boy, and took him in. He was wearing green shorts and a white t-shirt. He looked… great. He's a first year with me and Asami.

"Chop, chop, ladies! We need to dress for success. I say we all wear our favorite sundresses! Jun, you should wear like shorts or something. Let's go!"

"Correction," Mason said, smiling a bit, "There's this little thing called school first, I think we should go do that." We scrambled into out uniform yellow dresses, all except Jun. He put on his blue suit with our school seal on the breast pocket. Our group hadn't officially started so I wondered if anyone would notice he was here. Oh well, I thought, time would tell.

We all parted ways at the stairs: Asami, Jun, and I going up; Keiko and Mason turning left; and Michi and Ren taking the right. We were all excited for what was to come.

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So, how was the first chapter? Was- was it good? Did you like the characters? All the Host Club members have a parallel. Some are easy to figure out, some aren't. We meet the Hosts next chapter. Stuff will go down. I can promise you that. Please R&R, but be nice. Suggestions? Comments? Praise? …Hate mail? But yeah. Tell me something about it, thank you for reading, look forward to chapter dos!