Doki Doki

.::You make my heart beat, but I don't want to hear it. Why do I look at you and feel this way, and yet can't help but stay away?::.

|| Chapter 1 || The Party Begins

"I think you'll have a grand time here at Ouran Miss-"

"Sayuri is fine Sir"

"Alright then Sayuri. Go find your cousins and go get acquainted with the rest of the school. You can start tomorrow, seeming as afternoon classes have already ended."

The young girl stood up and bowed respectfully to the man behind the desk. As she straightened up, her grin shone with mischief.

"Thank you Chairman Suoh. I don't suppose you've told them I'm coming have you?" she toyed innocently with the material of her uniform. It was so extravagant for a school, the material was so rich and the style so unconventional. Then again this was Ouran and as schools went, this was hard to beat extravagance wise.

"What fun would that be?" asked the man in return, his grin mirroring her own.

"It was nice seeing you again Sir," she offered him her hand.

"You too Sayuri dear, you're growing up beautifully. And please, call me Uncle."

"Apparently you are no better than your son. And thank you, Uncle," laughed Sayuri as she turned, her waist length copper hair flowing behind her in thick curls. Naturally she had black hair like the rest of her family, but she had dyed it a few years back. She bent to pick up her large hand-bag and a large black and white striped box not unlike those that people kept expensive clothing in.

"Ah, his reputation precedes him. Should I be glad of that?"

"Depends," she grinned, tilting her head back to look at him.

"Too true, too true."

"Well, I'm off," she turned again and pushed open the door.

"Good luck!"

"Ha, like I need it," she murmured with a smirk as she shut the door behind her. It was about time she visited the Host Club.

Each hallway she passed through was virtually empty. Normal classes had ended, and the Host Club's activities had likely come to an end. Convenient timing in her opinion. It was a bit unfortunate that she had to transfer halfway through the year but that was easy enough to deal with. Her academic ability, though not of genius standard, was still relatively high so she wouldn't have too much trouble getting used to the curriculum here. Besides, she was more interested in the arts. After all, a budding designer and artist needed to learn to right stuff, right?

She was so busy looking around admiring the school that she didn't see the figure in front of her and quickly found herself running into a rather effeminate looking boy with brown hair and eyes. He was carrying large boxes of... Instant coffee?

"Oh... You're that girl, Haruhi wasn't it?"

"Um... Yes?"

"I'm Sayuri."

"That's nice. Um... I have to go," the apparent girl had a slightly disturbed look on her face as if she had just seen a ghost but wasn't quite sure if she should believe it or not.

"Wait! Um... Fujioka... San? That's your last name right? Fujioka? Sorry, I've been living in France for the last 2 years... I've sort of forgotten all my manners. Anyway, Fujioka-san, could you take me to the Third Music room?"

"Mm, I'm Haruhi Fujioka," now she was regarding Sayuri with concern. "Huh, the last girl I met from France was nuts and she hasn't left yet..." she murmured.

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing. Yeah I can take you. It's this way."

"Merci, ma petite mademoiselle." Sayuri giggled and gave her a grin. "See, I can speak French."

Again Haruhi gave Sayuri a strange look before setting off down the hall. "That's nice..."

Sayuri cocked her head, confused, the Haruhi she had heard about sounded more fun than this girl. Nonetheless she followed and smiled brightly when she came face to face with the famous door.

"It's in there, I just have to take these to storage," said Haruhi before she went around the corner.

"Let the party begin," she whispered, her brown eyes bright with anticipation and eagerness as she pushed the door open.

"Welcome!"

Sayuri grinned as she curtsied to six boys gathered in the middle of the room, though her expression fell a little when she saw they were in uniform. "Darn, I was hoping the first time I saw you, you'd have costumes on. Oh well..."

"Sayuri? Is that you?"

"Cousin!"

Haruhi walked in behind and stopped to look at Sayuri again, "Cousin?"

"Cousin!" chorused one of the boys.

"Cousin," repeated Sayuri with a smile.

So whose cousin is she? And just what will Sayuri get up to at Ouran? Only one way to find out! Tune in next time! Don't forget to review~ and no flaming please. I'm up for constructive criticism but no flaming.