Hey, so I've wanted to do an anime fanfiction for a while now so this is my first one. Because this is a Host Club fanfic, I might do one for the different hosts, or at least the lonely ones…

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Welcome To Ouran Academy!

(Meena's P.O.V.)

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Be–

I groaned as I shut off my alarm clock. I stretched and yawned. Yesterday's flight was terrible. Why didn't anybody tell me Japan was so far from the United States? You'd think I'd be used to it since my family has a tendency to jump from one country to another. Instead I get jet lag…

"Mom," I called from my bedroom, "why did you turn on my alarm?"

"Don't you remember," she replied, "your starting school today."

I groaned all over again. Not only do I have jet lag, but also I just have to go to school today.

"Don't waste time!" my mom snapped, "You don't want to be late!"

I trudged over to the bathroom tiredly. I took a cold, awaking shower and washed my dark chocolate wavy hair. I put on my under garments and blow-dried my hair quickly leaving it in it's natural (and far too long to mange) waves. I looked in the mirror to find slightly noticeable dark circles under my blue eyes. I slipped into the hideous school uniform and I applied a little bit of make up to cover the dark circles.

I rushed down stares with my book bag, satchel thing. Mom was frying some bacon and Dad was making pancakes. The thing that I loved about my family was that they always tried to find time for the family.

Dad served me my breakfast. "You better hurry," mom said, "you'll be late."

"Not if I run to school," I said before eating. After finishing, I kissed my parents on the cheek good bye and I grabbed my bag before running out the door.

We lived in a pretty middle class like neighborhood that had two floor houses and stuff. It was near a commercial area so there was a bus I could take to Ouran. Yes. The Ouran Academy. The bus took me most of the way there. I just have to walk about a block or two to make it to school.

I checked my watch. Only 15 minutes till class starts! I ran all the way to campus. So far the bell hasn't rung yet. I ran to the main building to get my schedule and map of the campus.

Like 5 minutes until the bell rings. I dashed out of the main building in search of my building. I looked down at the map to try and figure out where I was. Before I knew it, I bumped into a wall and landed on my butt. My stuff went flying everywhere. Oh great, just what I need on my first day, public humiliation.

I looked up to see a really tall guy with spiky black hair and dark eyes. He was unbelievably tall and his features looked strong yet as is gently chiseled by a god. His expression was confused but for the most part impassive. If I could pick a word to describe him, it would probably handsome, but that is a bit of an understatement. He must be really strong if when I bumped into him I mistaken him for a wall.

"Oh, sorry," I said with a shy smile. He picked me up by my arm (like my feet dangling in the air kind of pick me up) and he gently placed my on the ground, the ground beneath my feet once again.

I started picking up my stuff and I noticed he was helping me. He handed me the rest of my stuff and I felt my cheeks heat up ever so slightly.

"Thanks," I said. He just gave me a small nod in response. I'll take that as a you're welcome. He started to turn around and walk away, but I pulled his arm slightly to stop him from leaving.

"Can you help me with one last thing?" I asked. He gave me a small nod in response. "Can you point me South building? I'm kind of lost and looking for class 1A."

He pointed out the building for me. "It's on the second floor," he mumbled.

"Thank you," I said with a smile before running off. At this point, I'm pretty sure I have less than a minute to get to class. I ran as fast as I could and was able to make it through the door before the bell rang. I took a seat in the only empty seat available. I hate being late.

Lunch Time

Thank god for lunch. Not that I'd go down to the cafeteria for lunch. It seems like I'm not the only one. There was a group of four girls in our classroom. They each brought out their lunch and launched into a conversation.

Then suddenly one walked up to me. "Hey," she said, "Would you like to sit join us?"

"Sure," I said. I joined the other girls and brought out my box lunch.

"You're a foreign exchange student, right?" one girl asked. She had pin straight, shoulder length black hair, green eyes and pale skin. She seemed like the super smart type of girl. Her uniform was different from the others too. Instead of the ugly yellow uniform that I was forced to wear this morning, she wore a long sleeve purple dress without any puffs or frills at the shoulder blades or skirt. It had a wide rounded neckline and the skirt went up to her mid-calves. She wore black flats and a silver locket.

"Yeah, I just recently moved here from the United States," I said.

"Did you live there a long time?" A pair of friends said in unison. One girl had black wavy hair and bright blue eyes. She wore a royal blue dress instead of the uniform. It had a halter top like neckline, but it wasn't exposing or anything. It was the kinds that covered your chest and the strap wrapped around your neck. The skirt ran up to her ankles revealing leather-healed boots that matched the dark brown leather jacket that she left open. The girl next to her had golden blonde hair and warm brown eyes. She wore a dress of the same length and the same shoes and jacket. The difference was that her dress was crimson red and it had a bateau neckline.

"Not really," I said, "My parents have a tendency to jump around from country to country."

"So, then how did you get into a school like this if it's only going to be temporary, and why?" They asked in unison.

"Um…" I said as my mind started to draw a blank.

"Forget those two," the one in purple said, "My name is Natsuki. The one with black hair is Oka and blonde friend is Hana."

"Well it's nice to meet you guys," I said. I turned to the last girl who was studying, I think.

"What about you?" I asked.

"My name is Haruhi Fujioka," she said with a small smile.

"I'm Meena," I said.

"Mina?" she asked.

"No, Meena," I corrected, "Can I ask you a question Haruhi?"

"Sure," she said.

"Why are you dressed like a guy?" I asked. At that moment, the other girls froze in shock. What? Did I say something?

"How did you know?" Oka asked in shock.

"Isn't it obvious?" I said, "Her features and voice are of a girl."

"That's true," Hana said, "But because her hair is short and she wears the boys uniform, she's mistaken for a cute, girl-like boy."

"I guess, but I honestly just thought she was tomboy," I replied, "And there's nothing wrong with that."

"Well now that you know," Natsuki said, "You can't tell anybody that she's a girl."

"Why?" I asked.

"It's kind of hard to explain since you've never been here before," she replied.

I turned to Haruhi. "Just explain it to me in one sentence. Give me the overall gist. If being a boy opposed to a girl is going to benefit you socially in some way, I'll find out sooner than later."

"Well, people assumed I was a boy in the beginning of the school year. I accidently got into some trouble with the Host Club at this school. They did end up finding out I was a girl, but not before they made me a host," she explained, "Now to make up the troubles I've caused them, I have to be a host until I've made it up to them, to say the least."

"Oh," I said, "Why do I have a feeling that you're not really making something up to them, but more paying them back."

Haruhi's face was priceless. I now know I was right at least. "She owes the Host Club 8 million yen for breaking a vase or something by accident," Natsuki explained, "And seeing how Haruhi isn't a typical student here at Ouran, she has to pay her debts by being a host."

I couldn't help but laugh. I don't mean to be mean but the situation sounded so unrealistic and so unfortunate that it was hilarious.

"Sorry," I said after I caught my breath, "the situation you're in is very unfortunate…"

"I know," she said with a sigh.

"But also very hilarious," I said with a small smirk. The other girls laughed. Even Haruhi joined in. Too ridiculous.

"What is this Host Club like?" I couldn't help but ask.

"The boys are quiet an interesting bunch to say the least," Hana said.

"Yeah, all have quiet a character," Oka added.

"Would you like to come with us before host hours?" Natsuki offered, "I know one of them well and Haruhi is a host. You can get the chance to meet them."

"No thanks," I said, "I kind of want to get into a club for myself to enjoy. Sorry."

"It's okay," Haruhi said, "Besides, I'm not in a rush to get to the club early today."

"I wouldn't blame you," Oka said.

"They can definitely get annoying," Hana added.

"You two know them well?" I asked.

"No," they said in unison, "We met them the same day as Haruhi."

"But that's another story for later," Haruhi finished for them.

After School

I walked through the halls as the bell rung, telling students it was time to go to their clubs or home.

I walked over to a bulletin board near the main office of the building. There was so much to do: gymnastics, classical music, dance, chorus, swimming, even kendo for girls.

Those are only a few of the things I liked. But I can't get ahead of myself. I'll just start with gymnastics and music. Let's start with music because gymnastics involves tryouts and they are not today (I just signed up instead). It says that it's either in this building or the one next door to it, so I guess walking around seems like the best option.

I walked around the campus and walked into the other building. I heard a bunch of squeals and screams about some Host Club. Are they really that famous? Whats the big deal about a bunch of guys (and Haruhi)? By the time I was at the second floor, I had found no music rooms at all. You'd think this school would have a couple. Then I saw Music Room #3.

Maybe this is it. Though why start at #3 instead of #1. Oh well, if it was abandoned or being used by another club I could just leave, right? When I walked in, rose petals flew all around and a group of young men greeted me. The weirdest thing is that they were dressed in Balinese royal attire.

So this must be the notorious Host Club I've heard so much about.

So this was chapter 1 of my Takashi Morinozuka love story. Starting at the next chapter, the story will be on track with the first season.

Cheers!