I stared at the two doors in front of me boredly, ignoring the rush of anticipation I was getting.
"An abandoned music room. Hey, you could study, and I could do my drawings," I said to my twin sister, Haruhi.
My twin and I didn't look a lot like girls. We both had brown hair, though mine looked a bit more like our Dad's natural colour, while Haruhi's was the same as Mom's. Haruhi had cut her hair short because some kid stuck gum in it earlier in the year. Mine was long and flowed down my back when it was loose, but today, like every other day, I had it tied in a ponytail, and completely hidden under my black beanie, so it looked like my hair was short.
Haruhi was quiet short, standing at only five foot one. I was five six, and considered tall for a girl. Haruhi wore glasses, 'cause she was blind as a bat without them. She had big brown eyes when she wore contacts, and looked really pretty without her glasses. It started to depress me how different she looked with them, especially since she lost her contacts, so I wore some fake ones to support her in some way- not that she cared.
We both wore black slacks, a white shirt, and some sneakers, but Haruhi wore a really ugly brown, woollen sweater as well- much to my disappointment. Haruhi was always carrying some sort of textbook around, while I had my sketchbook on hand at all times, with a pencil behind my ear.
"Well, I guess this will be the only place I can study in peace," she mumbled, pushing the door open.
We were blinded by a white light as rose petals floated around us. I could barely make out the silhouettes of a group of guys before us.
"Welcome," they said in unison.
A pair of red headed twins stood right behind a chair on which a long-legged blonde was sitting, with his legs elegantly crossed. A smaller blonde stood near his feet, and a boy with black hair had his back to us, looking over his shoulder. Another boy with black hair, but with thin rimmed glasses, was standing between him and the twins behind the chair, with his arms crossed.
Haruhi and I flew back against the doors in surprise, finding them closed shut behind us. Haruhi desperately searched for the handle, but her attempts were in vain.
"The Host Club," I whispered, staring at them for a second.
My eyes widened as I spun around, grabbing the handle and yanking the door open.
"Oh wow, their boys," the twins said, looking a bit bored, and annoyed.
"Hikaru, Kaoru, I believe these young men are in the same class as you, aren't they?" the shorter black haired boy with glasses, whom I recognized said, glancing at the twins beside him.
They nodded, turning their heads to look at him in synchronization. Hikaru and Kaoru..? Hitachiin..?
"Yeah, but they're shy. They don't act very sociably, so we don't know much about them," they said, shrugging their shoulders.
Kyoya Ootori smiled, scoffing a bit. A light bulb lit.
"Well that wasn't very polite. Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, Mr. Honour Student, and Mr. Honour Student."
The twins shrugged to each other again behind him, as the purple-eyed blonde popped up in front.
"What?! You must be the Haruhi and Ren Fujioka! You're the exceptional honour students who we've heard about!" he exclaimed.
Haruhi and I froze. I was half way out the door, while Haruhi was right behind me.
"How did you know our names?" Haruhi stuttered, staring nervously at them over her shoulder.
"Why your infamous. It's not every day that a commoner gets entrance to out academy," Kyoya said, his arms crossed.
Haruhi and I frowned, our lips and eyebrows twitching identically.
"You both must have audacious nerves to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as an honour student, Mr. Fujioka's," he continued, depressing Haruhi even more.
"Well, uh, eh, t-thank you, I guess," she muttered.
The long-legged blonde wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"You're welcome! You're both heroes to other poor people, Mr. Fujioka's! You've shown the world that even a poor person can excel at an elite private academy," he cried, pushing his hair up with his free hand.
He just annoyed Haruhi, who edged away nervously. I stayed put, hopping they wouldn't notice me. He strolled after her, using his hands to emphasize the points he was making. I had stopped listening, because unfortunately, those red-headed twins had noticed me sneaking out the door. They shut the door in my face, each sneaking an arm around my shoulders.
"And where do you think you're going?" they asked, leading me back to the centre of the room.
Haruhi was still trying to get away from the blonde. She made a break for the door, but the shorter blonde grabbed her by the arm pulling her near an expensive vase. She ended up popping a vein as she shouted at him. The taller blonde started talking about her being gay.
"So openly what?" Haruhi asked, totally confused.
The blonde flicked his chin up with his thumb and finger. "So tell me what type of guys you're into."
He pointed to the tallest guy, who posed stiffly. "Do you like the strong silent type?"
He pointed to the smaller blonde, who hid part of his face behind a stuffed, pink rabbit, and slowly pulled it down, pouting. " The boy lolita?"
He gestured to the red-headed twins, who went back to back, hiding me in the process. "How about the mischievous type?"
Next was the guy with glasses, who smiled somewhat coyly. "Or the cool type?"
"Ah?!" Haruhi stumbled backwards, looking mortified. "I-I, uh, i-it's not like that! I was just looking for a quiet place to study, and for Ren to draw!"
The blonde slid a hand under Haruhi's chin, tilting her head back, making her really uncomfortable.
"Or maybe, you're into a guy like me? What do you say?"
He rubbed under her chin, making her squeal and back away, stumbling into the same vase as earlier, and knocking it over. She gasped and spun around, trying in vain to catch it. She began to panic as it shattered on the floor.
I sighed, frowning. "Why do I get the feeling I'm going to be dragged into all this?"
"Ah," Kaoru began as they both appeared behind Haurhi.
"We were going to feature that Renaissance vase in our upcoming school auction," Hikaru said.
"Oh now you've done it commoner! The bidding on that vase was supposed to start at eight million yen!" Kaoru, as they disappeared again.
Haruhi's face fell completely.
"What?! Eight million yen!" her head hung as she tried to count the thousand of yen she owed on her fingers. "How many thousand yen is that?! How many thousands are in a million?!"
"A thousand, Haruhi," I told her.
She got up, using the stand the vase was on for support, and looked back.
"Uh..I'm gonna have to pay you back.." she said to the twins.
They looked at each other blankly and shrugged. "With what money? You can't even afford the school uniform!"
Kyoya bent down to pick up one of the pieces and one of the twins continued as both he and his twin wrapped their arms around my shoulders.
"What's with that grubby outfit you've got on anyway?" I nodded in agreement with him.
"Well, what do you think we should do, Tamaki?" the black haired guy said as he stood up, a shard of the vase between his fingers.
Haruhi flinched. The taller blonde that I'm assuming is Tamaki Suoh, Uncle Yazuru's son, sat down in the same red silk lined chair as earlier and crossed his legs dramatically.
"There is a famous saying you may have heard Fujioka," he rested his chin on one hand and pointed at her with the other, "When in Rome you should do as the Romans do," he pointed at me, to which I groaned. I knew it.
"Since you have no money, you can pay with your bodies. That means starting today, you're both the Host Club's Dogs."
I stiffened under the twins' arms, as Haruhi gulped loudly. I knew she was speaking to Mom, but I was more concerned with the debt we had to pay. Unlike Haruhi, I had let go of Mom when she passed away, instead of talking to her in my head. I couldn't bear it.
Haruhi had become a statue by now, so the twins leaned forward, taking me with them of course, the loltia boy poked her, and Tamaki waved his fingers in front of her face. Haruhi fell over, much to their surprise.
While the others focused on Haruhi, I spoke to Kyoya.
"Kyoya, I have the money to pay off the debt, but I need to ask you not to tell anyone about it. Not even Haruhi or Tamaki."
Kyoya was taken aback. He stared at me with wide eyes behind his silver-rimmed glasses. He recovered after a few moments.
"On one condition. You tell me the one thing I can't figure out. Why did you turn down that high school in Paris?"