The longer summery as told by the ... heroine? (And apparently Kyoya): "Once there was an innocent, totally normal girl named Aden who ran into a group of rich, crazy, mean, totally NOT normal, wacko-" "Ignore her, that's not really how it-" "Go away Kyoya, I'm the main character, I can do the summery by myself!" "Hardly..." "Ahem, so Aden was normal ... oh wait, I already said that didn't I? That stupid jerk messed me up! Anyway, so she meets this random bunch of guys ... completely on purpose of course." "Correction; after breaking something, she get's herself stuck in a closet." "Would you leave already? I have to explain this to the readers!" "You're not doing a very good job." "Don't listen to him. So then a bunch of other not important stuff happens and the Host club ruins her life-" "Okay, this description is entirely inaccurate." "STOP INTERRUPTING ME!" "Basically she get's herself in a bad situation-" "BE QUIET!" "-and we end up having to babysit a temperamental moron. Then the author thought it would be a good idea to develop a very odd relationship between the two of us. Personally I think it's a terrible idea." "First of all, nobody asked for your opinion! Second of all, this isn't working, so if you really must know, then you'll just have to read the damn story." "Or you could spare yourself and go find something else to read." "SHUT-UP!"

Rated T: For language, possible violence, etc.

Written For: My personal amusement. I'm not trying to impress anyone seeing as my fan fiction writing skills aren't particularly impressive. You can't get better until you try right?

Genre: A wide variety. I expect it will be whatever it turns out to be. I want to make it into a decent Kyoya x OC fic.

SBH: So I was watching OHSHC for the second time, yes? And about halfway through I started getting the itch to write a fanfic and so low and behold...I did. Of course, this was before I'd taken a look at this particular section of the site and stupidly thought to myself, "Yay, I'm original!" However, if you even get a tiny glimpse of the first page in OHSHC stories, you'll see that OC stories are indeed not original. In fact, they're about as common as trees in the forest. So my originality feels a little raped. But that's okay, because I don't particularly care. I didn't plan to put it on here, it was just for fun, yet I decided to do it anyway just for the hell of it. Thus we get this story. Hopefully I can stray from the pack and make something a little more creative. Annnnd I'll shut up now because I don't think you care. c:

Disclaimer: Salamander B. Hat doesn't own any part of OHSHC save for my original character(s). But I do own a fat cat, an aging computer and a ton of useless junk.

Chapter One

KARMA HATES ME

(In which closets and decorative items enforce mandatory school attendance through unusual cruelty ... and the story starts ... sorta.)

One day, that was it. Just a few measly hours to be spent acting, as she imagined, like they thought she should. Polite, tranquil and perfectly mannered for the time being, not a toe out of place. It's what she'd so reluctantly promised her father as he'd faced her with such desperate pleads, praying that the girl would pay heed to his wishes for once. One day in school was all he'd asked of Aden Eluekhart.

Unfortunately he was going to get the short end of the deal.

"Excuse me, sir!"

Turning, it took the busy teacher only seconds to notice the frantically waving hand at the back of the class room.

"Yes Miss...er, Miss Eluekhart was it?"

The girl nodded. "Could I please be excused for the bathroom?" She replied quickly, arm lowering.

Glancing at his watch, he sighed when he realized how little class time they had left. "There's only ten minutes left of class, can't you wait that long...?"

Aden answered with a vigorous shake of her head. Well in her defense she was looking mighty fidgety. By now a couple of others had raised there heads away from their work to watch the new student.

Attention returning to the paperwork on his desk, the teacher motioned toward the door. "Very well then, your excused."

Without wasting a moments time, the girl stood and gathered her materials up before stuffing them unceremoniously into her pack. Finished, she took hold of her belongings, slung the bag over her shoulder and began striding towards the exit.

In her haste however, Aden accidentally bumped into someone's desk. "Uh...sorry," She muttered.

Interrupted by the movement, Haruhi blinked, but before she could say anything, the Eluekhart girl had gone, already out the door. It was odd to see someone evacuate a classroom that quickly, perhaps she was feeling sick? "I hope she's alright..." Haruhi mused quietly. She was new to the place after-all, hopefully she would find the room she was looking for. Knowing it wasn't that big a deal, she simply shrugged and went back to writing.

...

Truthfully, Aden wasn't sick, nor did she feel the need to take care of business. But the moment she'd escaped the class room she could already feel some of the tension leave her. Finally, freedom at last! Half jogging down Ouran's pristine halls, she read the signs as they passed.

"Restroom. Restroom. Restroom...there!"

Spotting the label, she stopped in front of the fancy door and pushed it open. It was a relief to know she wouldn't be making circles around the place, lucky they'd decided to make it quite obvious really, her sense of direction wasn't really a strong point.

Upon entrance she found herself to be completely alone. That was good, the last thing she wanted to do at the moment was draw attention to herself.

Walking to the nearest mirror, Aden dropped her school bag onto the marbled cupboard and began to rifle through the contents. Moments later she was yanking out a bundle of clothing, the articles cramped together and wrinkled from their position at the bottom.

Holding them under her arm, she walked to the nearest stall and locked herself in. It was unbelievable clean, but Aden could only be thankful she had enough space to move.

Looking around, she found an appropriate spot for her armful of clothes and set them down. Satisfied, she began the difficult venture of removing her uniform, scowling and muttering as she did so. It may have been larger then the average bathroom, but it still didn't mean a stall was the most comfortable of places to change.

"Stupid dress...why would anybody want to wear these things?" She hissed, struggling to get the yellow monstrosity over her head. Ridding herself of it, she tore off the nice shoes and snatched a shirt from the dark pile.

Changing into her new clothes much faster then it took to take off the expensive uniform, Aden stumbled out of the stall dressed drastically different from when she'd entered. Folding the rumpled dress, she stepped back to look at her reflection, now baring a wide smile.

"Much better!"

Instead of the issued uniform, she now wore a baggy looking pair of khaki pants, a simple white tee, and a short sleeved gray sweatshirt, expensive shoes replaced with a rugged pair of sneakers. The only costly looking thing left was a silver necklace to which she simply hid beneath her shirt for safe keeping.

Still not quite finished, Aden reached a hand up to remove the clamp from her hair formally holding it into a delicate bun. Released, the sandy blond mess fell down her back, grown to a length a little bit beyond her shoulders. Taking a second to massage her scalp, she took a band from her bag and collected the majority of her hair into her hands before pulling it back up into a loose ponytail.

Brushing bangs from her eyes, she found the sink faucet and proceeded to clean away the small amount of make up the maids had insisted she wear that day. Scrubbing away at her cheeks, she only decided to stop when she was sure there was no trace of it left.

In to much of a hurry to find a towel, Aden dried her face with her sleeve. Straightening, she stared into the mirror, bold green eyes gazing back at her. Though her skin now looked quite red from her persistence, she'd succeeded in the task.

Pleased, and much more comfortable, the girl let her shoulders slacken. So far everything was moving along well, she just had one more thing to do.

Get out of there.

Aden snorted. Ouran was exactly like all the other schools she'd been to, and lord knows she'd seen plenty in her lifetime. It didn't matter how well known it was claimed to be. Big, over rated, and filled with snobby rich kids who's mouths moved faster then motors. They were all the same, and if her step mother wasn't so set on dumping her into a private academy, then perhaps she'd consider staying put.

Until then she'd continue to exercise her ability to skip, school was already a nuisance back when she'd gone to the public kind, but now it was just unbearable. She'd already managed to get kicked out of all the others one way or another, this one wouldn't be any different.

The only regret she had came from the disappointment she'd earn from her father. True she felt a little guilty about breaking the promise she'd made the previous night, but there was no way that she was going to be staying here. Not when she knew she had better things to do.

Forcing the shoes and uniform into the bag really wasn't as easy as Aden wished it would be, even so eventually she managed to fit it in.

Securing the strap over her shoulder, Aden's head tipped back to study the clock on the wall. She only had two minutes to get out before everyone would be headed to eat there lunch, and they'd know for sure she was up to something if they spotted her as she was.

Shuffling to the doorway, she peered out, scanning the hallway for any signs of life. Empty.

Knowing time was precious, she began her journey with a quick pace, quiet and alert. The easiest route was obviously through the front doors, however there was no doubt in her mind that she'd be caught if she tried. She needed a different way out, one where she wouldn't be seen so easily. There had to be an alternative, schools always had more then one exit.

Aware of the seconds ticking by, Aden moved frantically, zipping around corners and past windows. Things would have been a lot easier if she could have just faked being sick, but her father wouldn't believe it anyway not to mention the fact that she had terrible acting skills. Seeing as she was currently on the top floor, she needed to find a stairway, from there she was positive she could locate a door to the outside.

There! To her left Aden could see them, the wide flight of stairs practically welcoming her down with open arms.

Half running, she'd just put the tip of her shoe on the first step when something made her halt. It was the sound of foot steps, the source coming straight from the place she'd marked as her destination.

Startled, she turned around and bolted in the opposite direction.

The first chance she'd gotten at escape ruined, Aden fumed knowing that her tiny window of opportunity was growing even smaller.

"Damn! Now what?"

Stopping at the halls end, she jumped when she picked up another noise. This time it was the sound of many voices. Class had ended, someone was going to see her for sure.

Panicked, Aden dove to the nearest door yanking hard on the handle. It was locked. So naturally she tried the next two, both of which were closed tight as well. Running out of options, she scrambled toward the last set of doors. In such a hurry she didn't bother reading the sign hanging above it, the one that read "Music Room #3" Holding her breath, Aden reached out to push on them. To her utter astonishment they swung open. Unwilling to wonder why at the moment, she carefully slipped through and swiftly shut the doors behind her.

Once inside, she slumped against the smooth wood, eyes closing as she tried to catch her breath. That was close, too close.

Relaxing, she opened her eyes again, curious as to what she would find.

The room was dark, the lights turned off and the shades drawn tight over most of the windows. Everything seemed still, the silence only broken by the girls unsteady breathing. Even if she didn't know exactly where she was, she was happy to find she hadn't ended up in some teachers office. In fact, she was pretty sure she was alone.

Knowing she couldn't go back the way she'd come, Aden picked herself up again and walked toward the nearest window. Pulling back on the curtain, she looked down irritated to find that there would be no jumping out unless she wanted to break every bone in her body.

"I guess I'm stuck in here..." She murmured, returning the curtain back to it's original position.

Well this defiantly wasn't what she'd had in mind at all.

Assuming she'd probably be staying there for a while, Aden did a quick sweep of the area. Immediately setting eyes upon a group of plush furniture, she headed toward the shadowy shapes. Might as well sit down, nobody was going to stop her anyway.

No longer wishing to carry her lumpy bag around, she deposited it on the nearest end table and went to settle herself in. She was just a few paces away from the couch when out of nowhere she felt her foot collide with something hard.

CRAAAASSHHHH!

Startled by the ear splitting noise, Aden tripped over the unseen object and plummeted toward the ground, the rest of whatever she'd hit coming down with her. Completely taken off guard, she didn't have time to catch herself and ended up meeting the tile with a loud "OOAF!" The sounds of shattering delicates following not a second after.

When she finally recovered from the shock, Aden found herself sprawled out on the floor, head exploding with new found pain.

"Owww..."

Carefully she reached up to touch the tender spot on the back of her head only to discover a large bump making it's self at home. The rest of her body wasn't feeling to grand either.

Thoroughly annoyed, Aden sat up. Next to her lay a small over turned table, the culprit to her extravagant spill. And beside that...

"Oh no, oh no no no no no!"

Struggling to her knees, Aden swallowed with difficulty. Everywhere she turned she could see bits of fine china, the colorful decor smashed into what looked to be about a billion little pieces. She wasn't completely certain, but she thought it may have been a tea set.

Groaning, she brought the palm of her hand to her forehead, disbelieving in her horrible luck.

This was turning into a terrible day fast.

Halfheartedly Aden grabbed two random pieces and tried to fit them together. As if that was going to work.

Throwing them back down again, she leaned against one of the chairs with an exasperated sigh. Her family may have had the money to pay for the damage, but that meant she would be explaining to them what she'd been doing in the first place. It wouldn't be a fun experience that was for sure. In any case, nobody had seen her break it, there was no solid proof. She'd planned to make her escape before a single soul knew she'd even stepped foot in the area. Worrying about it would just be a waste of time.

Grabbing the chair arm for support, Aden lifted herself up. Apart from the place were she'd smacked her head, she seemed to be perfectly fine.

Brushing a few of the stray chips from her shirt. she rubbed her neck thoughtfully. Perhaps if she cleaned it up, nobody would notice? It was a shallow hope, but nothing else came to mind.

And so Aden set off to find something to aid her, wincing at the sound of muffled crunching under foot.

After a while, she was surprised to find that the room was actually a lot bigger and grander then she'd originally thought, which hopefully meant there had to be a broom somewhere in the general vicinity. However this time as she navigated her way through the dark she became overly cautious about where she put her feet. There was no need to repeat the incident.

The obvious thing to do was search for a closet, so moving closer to the wall, she began the search for yet another door. She seemed to be looking for them a lot lately.

"Ah ha!"

Spotting it behind a jumble of various other things, Aden pricked her way over to the other side of the room. Managing to reach it without any further conflict with other objects, she had to push away a large flowery plant that had been blocking the entrance before she could find the door knob.

Opening it, she was greeted with a yawning hole of inky black, not a single light to penetrate the darkness. Frowning, she reached in a hand to search the wall for a switch. Nothing.

"What kind of closet doesn't have lights?" Aden thought sourly. It probably did have some kind of light source, but at the moment she stood completely oblivious to it. Then again, the people here did seem to have an uncanny ability to leave their messes to others, she shouldn't have been surprised the storage facility was practically untouched. Oh well, a broom couldn't be that hard to find in the dark could it?

Swinging the door open wider, she walked inside with her hands held out in front, feeling around for anything that could be considered a handle. Honestly she felt ridiculous, but as her fingers brushed over a few box's, she knew at least that she'd been right about it being a closet. What a delightful surprise it would have been if she discovered it was actually a pet crematory or something. Er...not that she thought they did things like that at Ouran or anything, but one could never be to certain, not when your school was this big. Now if only she could find what she was searching for. Venturing deeper inside, Aden stepped over more things in the process.

It was as she was reaching out to grab something that felt familiarly a little like a broom stick when she noticed the meager light she had diminishing. Confused, she glanced over her shoulder only to cry out in alarm.

The door was beginning to close it's self, the crack between Aden and the main room shrinking fast.

Forgetting all about her original purpose, the girl made a wild lunge forward knocking over quite a few things in the process. Legs tangling in a random wad of fabric that seemed to appear out of nowhere, Aden's arms waved about frantically in a pathetic attempt to stop the door, but she was already tumbling head over heels.

Click.

She landed heavily upon her stomach right about the same time the place was plunged into total darkness. As if to complete the ritual, she heard the sickening sound of a whole shelf come loose, politely emptying it's contents square on her head.

Letting out a string of curses, Aden hit the ground with a balled fist, recoiling in response to the pain. Was everything in this stupid place out to get her?

Shoving various things off of her back, she struggled to stand, kicking out at the stuff encasing her feet. Freeing herself at last, she stumbled to the door and roughly twisted the knob.

Naturally it was locked.

"Shit..."

Ahhh yes, poor Aden seems to have been defeated by the school. Doesn't that just suck? Oh well, characters must make sacrifices for the sake of drama ... that and schools are just plain evil. Seriously.

Review, don't review, I won't beg for attention. But they are very nice to see.

CHARACTER COMMENTARY ... THING

Kyoya: See, what did I tell you? She's stuck.
Aden: You know what, I've changed my mind, I think you SHOULDN'T read this story. It doesn't present my character very well.
Kyoya: I think it sums you up perfectly.
Aden: HEY! That situation could happen to anybody, I was obviously just having an off day.
Kyoya: Right, you keep telling yourself that.
Aden: Well maybe if you didn't leave your stuff out for people to trip on, this wouldn't have happened.
Kyoya: OR, maybe if you'd just stayed in class like a normal student and did what you were suppose to, then this wouldn't have happened.
SBH: He actually has a good point there.
Aden: ... No comment.