This fic has been sitting back in the confines of my creativity for a while, and I've really been wanting to start it, so here goes! :D I'm gonna try and incorporate the Japanese suffixes when they're speaking Japanese, so if I get them wrong, PLEASE tell me. :3

Your Host: Death the Kid

Diary of a Grim Reaper

February

Sunday Afternoon

A diary. No, he didn't call it a diary. I can't exactly recall the word he used. Journal? Travel log? Record book? I have no idea. But no matter what title you give the thing, it's still a diary. That name never changes. And whether he used the term or not, the personalized leather-bound notebook reads "DIARY" on the black front cover in large white letters. Below the text is the emblem of my father's mask, and blow that are the words, in intricate cursive; "Death The Kid".

My father, the Lord of Death, has given me this "diary" to record my thoughts on this excursion. He told me, and allow me to see if I can quote this correctly;

"This mission will be quite different. Sure, you'll be hunting down a kishin egg like normal, but it's one that takes a while to surface and only kills occasionally. However, it's known for mass murders. It's next target seems to be this private high school, which I've pulled strings to allow you to attend. You must remain there undercover and inconspicuously while waiting for the kishin egg to surface. Also, I think it would be fun if you wrote about your travels! I don't you won't let me down, Kiddo!"

Why on Earth does he nickname my nickname like that?! My Dad has got to be one of the most infuriating beings on this planet. I don't hate him, far from it. He's my father and he's amazing. But he can be irritating. Even more so than my younger weapon partner, who is currently climbing over my lap to point out cloud formations.

We're on a plane to Japan at the moment, and the flight is taking a long time. (Dad had recommended I take a public plane rather than Beelzebub, to keep up the illusion of normalcy.) Patty and Liz had packed for themselves, but I remembered to bring items for them as well, seeing as the responsibility of both my partners can be rather flighty. Patty had been coloring contentedly in the middle seat, and Liz was listening to some music or other in the aisle seat. I must've asked her at least ten times to turn the thing down, because despite her headphones, I could hear the boy band music blasting from the device from where I sat in the window seat.

After much shoving, Patty's finally climbed off of me. She's complaining about having nothing to do. I might as well record this conversation.

"Kiiiiid!" The girl whines. "I wanna do something! Lemme look at the clouds!"

"No," Comes my reply. "I've got the window seat. I enjoy the view," I say. Admittedly, I'm beginning to feel claustrophobic. I'm not used to flights, and being confined to this chair for so long with all these people is beginning to set me on edge. I'd much rather be using my skateboard…

"Watcha writin'?" Patty asks, trying to lean over my shoulder. I pull the journal away.

"Not important," I tell her.

"You're still writing. Ooooh, is that a diary? Do you have secrets about a girlfriend in there? Can I read it? Can I write in it?" The blonde's face lights up as she attempts to snatch the journal and write in it. I should probably stop writing so I can fight her off.

GIRAFFE

GIRAFFES ARE

Why did I not bring a pencil instead of a pen…? Yes, that was Patty writing about giraffes. That child… I sigh. She managed to snatch the book and begin writing before I had the chance to grab it back. I don't even know what she intended to write. People were beginning to stare at us until Liz intervened and split us up.

"Why are you two acting like arguing siblings?" My older partner had groaned. "Honestly, you're both teenagers. Patty, leave Kid alone. If he wants to write about his love life, we can read it when he's asleep."

I didn't appreciate that last comment.

Liz said something else about just wanting to sit down and listening to music, but I had tuned her out. I'm beginning to wonder what I'll face during this trip. I won't only be tackling a kishin egg; I'll have to defend an entire school from its soul-crushing jaws. If there's even one fatality, Dad told me, the situation will escalate beyond repair. Things will be questioned, people will get sued, and the life of this sheltered city and people will be thrown off balance. As the son of the Grim Reaper, it's my duty to preserve the world's balance, and I refuse to let any kishin ruin it.

Monday Morning

Japan on a winter morning is as cold as a freezer, according to Liz. After Patty asked her if she had ever been in a freezer to prove the theory, Liz grew silent, and I couldn't resist a chuckle.

We stayed in a hotel the previous night, but today I'm supposed to meet my host family at the school. Patty and Liz as that fluent in Japanese as I, so I told them to let me do the talking. Japanese is the original language of the Shinigami, after all.

Dad had sent us with our school uniforms, and personally I think they look ridiculous. Patty and Liz don't seem to mind the big yellow dresses; however, I am under the strong conviction that lavender is not my color. In addition, this uniform has the school crest solely upon the right of the vest! The left side remains entirely blank! It irritates me to no end, but I must ignore it for now. I'm sure it will drive me mad sometime in the near future.

We must get going so we can catch a cab to school. A cab. Why can't I skateboard…? This trip is going to kill me whether we encounter the kishin or not.

Monday Lunch Break

My first day at Ouran High so far has been… How shall I put it? Rather normal, I suppose. No kishin has appeared, and Patty and Liz are enjoying themselves greatly. But while Patty and I are first year students, Liz is a third year, which makes immediate translation difficult. She told me she wasn't going to understand a word anyone said, and I reminded her that this school hosts many heirs to international businesses, and at least one of them had to speak English. Upon meeting again during lunch hour, she was beaming and quickly explained that she had already made a friend. I'm happy for her.

But there was one aspect of the day that stood out. Sitting a few rows ahead of me in class are twins. Perfectly symmetrical twins. Each is a mirror image of the other (despite the infuriating school crest on ONE SIDE OF THE VEST) and I had to tell myself to halt my symmetry-gazing to pay attention in class. But admittedly, these classes are rather boring. They teach no fighting techniques, no courses on Soul Resonance, nothing. I'd really hate to be a normal human my entire life and have to put up with learning this kind of stuff all the time instead of simply extra-curricular work.

Low and behold, the twins are sitting not two tables away! I must praise them on their symmetry. I'm shoving this book in my bag now, away from the prying eyes of my weapon partners.

Minutes Later

My life cannot get any more perfect.

I realize I wrote about hating this "normal life", but I have just discovered this cloud's silver lining. The twins I wrote about are of the Hitachin family, the very family that agreed to host the new transfer students from America! WE'RE THE NEW TRANSFER STUDENTS FROM AMERICA! I'm so elated that I'd dance for joy, but I must remain normal. I'm struggling to remain normal…

I had walked up to the brothers with a spring in my step. "Hello," I introduced myself, speaking in Japanese of course. After they turned around to face me, I continued. "My name is Kid. I couldn't help but notice your perfect symmetry. You two are truly perfect gentlemen," I beamed. The brothers exchanged glances, and then smirked.

"So you're Kid-kun?" One said.

"We're supposed to have a Kid-kun stay at our place," Added the other. "Is it you?"

I grinned from ear to ear. "I sincerely hope so." I kept my replies calm despite my expression and emotions of sheer joy. I was thrilled to be staying at the residence of such perfect symmetry.

"One of us is Hikaru," They both spoke in unison, "The other is Kaoru."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," I bowed politely, not even bothering to ask which was which. Frankly I didn't care.

The twins exchanged glances once again, holding some sort of silent conversation with their eyes. Or twin telepathy.

"We have an afterschool club we attend," Spoke the boy on the left.

"Maybe you'd like to join us?" Added the boy on the right.

Without hesitation, I exclaimed; "I'd love to!" While it would be a good opportunity to spend more time watching over the school, a quaint little club could also be a great chance for me to blend in and look normal. My reaction caused the two to smirk once again.

"The Ouran Host Club will be waiting for you." They spoke in unison once again. "We'll see you then!"

Monday Afternoon

I don't know. I just… Don't know. To put it frankly, and to also quote Crona, "I don't know how to deal with this."

I'm not sure what I was expecting when the twins brought up the subject of "Host Club". Perhaps a imagined a group of fellow transfer students and their respective hosts for the duration of their stay. Maybe a party-hosting club. A chess club? What chess has to do with hosting, I have no idea, but I also had no idea what I had been getting myself into.

After my final class, I quickly left to the room the twins had informed me of: Music Room 3. I swung open the doors without the slightest reserve. What met my eyes was like nothing I had experienced in my life.

"Welcome, ladies!" Purred the voices of seven well-groomed men. Each was dressed in a red suit and top hat. Thankfully the outfit was perfectly symmetrical. They were of varying heights and appearances, however, and a few of them I even doubted if they belonged in a boy's high school group.

"Oh, is this the boy you were telling us about?" The blonde spoke up, emerging from his pose that some girls would find enchanting. "The one that wants to join the Host Club?" He drew closer to me, and it got to the point where he was very much in my personal space. "He's kind of short."

"Thank you. I love comments about my height," I grumbled sarcastically.

"Hey, he's no shorter than me," Commented a feminine-looking brunette. His gender was starting to confuse me, and I got the sudden urge to call him "Crona".

"What's your name, stripy-hair?" Asked a really short blonde, holding a stuffed pink rabbit.

"Please, PLEASE," I rubbed my eyes with the balls of my palms. "If there's one thing you never do, PLEASE do not make comments about my hair. The absolute asymmetry of it gives me headaches."

"Oh, so you like symmetry?" The blonde spoke again. "How queer."

"Perhaps you should introduce us, Tamaki." Said a tall young man with glasses from the back of the group. "You're probably making him uncomfortable."

The tall blonde, obviously Tamaki, gasped dramatically. "You're right!" He exclaimed. He held his arms out to the group of boys. I could practically see the special-effect roses flying through the air and fanciful violin music playing in the background. "We are the Ouran High School Host Club! We are a club for boys with WAY too much time on their hands to entertain girls, who also have WAY too much time on their hands!" He grinned. He was starting to remind me of Dad's Death Scythe in some way, but I couldn't place it.

"Let me introduce our current members," Tamaki continued, "There's Mori-sempai. He's the strong, silent type. There's Hunny-sempai. He's our boy Lolita. There's Hikaru and Kaoru, who are impish. Then we have Kyoya, who's business-like. And then there' my little Haruhi!" Tamaki's face resembled an excited puppy's as he hugged the brunette lovingly. I began to flinch, feeling slightly awkward about the situation. Apparently Haruhi felt the same way, because he swiftly pushed the teen away.

"Tamaki, get off." He grumbled. The blonde looked mortified.

"MY HARUHI DOESN'T LOVE ME!" He cried. It was then that I figured out why he resembled Spirit.

"About my name," I began, trying to reintroduce sanity to the situation, "It's Kid."

"Kid…" Tamaki pronounced my English name. "Doesn't it mean 'child' in English?"

"Yes," I replied. "I understand it's strange. But it's what my friends call me, and I'd like to be addressed as such." In addition to that, I assumed I would get mixed reactions from the group if I told them I was "Death the Kid".

"Ooh, it sounds secretive," The twins chuckled darkly.

"What's your Host type, Kid-chan?" Hunny asked me.

"Erm…" I stuttered.

"Leave that to me!" Tamaki grinned, his mood entirely shifted once again as he analyzed me. "Hm…" He said to himself, looking me over. "I've got it!" He exclaimed, the force of his words nearly toppling me. "He's the mysterious, obsessive type!" He declared, earning dainty claps from the assembled group. "Now come!" The blonde purred. "We have to get you ready for club!"

I write this in the spare room, where I'm supposed to be changing into a red suit to match the outfits of the others. Tamaki's telling me I should've come out by now and there are customers waiting. I think he's coming in, so I'm putting the book away now.

Monday Evening

Apparently girls love the "mysterious, obsessive type", because according to Kyoya, I'm now ranked rather high in the Host Club. The girls flocked to me and started instantly requesting my presence as their Host. I tried to follow everyone's lead and just be natural, which I did. And seeing as it was the first time in days where I could "be natural", No damsel that day walked out of Music Room 3 without looking perfectly symmetrical. Oh goodness, I'm starting to sound like Tamaki. Since when have I used the word "damsel"?!

Of course, since they were going home with me and pry into every aspect of my life, Liz and Patty attended the Host Club as guests. Liz has informed me that she positively adores Tamaki, while Patty had the most fun trying to see if she can get Mori to don a facial expression. It took me a while to convince the other members of the club that the Thompsons were my sisters.

The ride back to the Hitachin residence was filled with the excited chatter of Patty and Liz, while the twins simply were silent and held that devilish smirk upon their faces. I was content to merely gaze out the window.

I'm currently seated upon a comfortable bed that rivals the one at home, although I fear the asymmetry of the room shall give me nightmares. But the Host Club… I don't know what to make of it. It's certainly a new experience. I'm not sure, but…

I feel as if I'm looking forward to my time here.

I have to keep on reminding myself to call Haruhi a "he", because it's from Kid's point of view and the poor boy has no idea what's going on. -_- But I also find it funny to write Kid conversing with Hikaru because they have the same voice actor XD And to compare Tamaki to Spirit, because they also have the same voice actor ;) I'm not exactly sure where this is set on the OHSHC timeline or the SE timeline, just pick a date :P More to come, but probably much slower. This is my "I have no muse so I'll write in this"-type fic. ;) See ya next chap!