Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club… I think I'm gonna abbreviate from now on.

Lolita

"Hello, my name is Lolita Niyama. I'm a transfer student from London; I hope we can become friends." Stated the girl who was bowing at the front of the class.

The class stared at the girl, the transfer student. It wasn't often a student from another country came to their high class school. However, she wasn't what they expected. She stood before them, dressed in the standard female uniform, but this is not what made her odd. It was everything else about her physical appearance that did. Despite what her name implicated, one wouldn't consider Lolita to be exceptionally pretty. Her pale skin looked almost sickly, and stood out against her ebony hair. Her hair was another story entirely. It was long, reaching her mid back, and was styled with bangs… but otherwise, it was choppy. It looked like her stylist couldn't decide on the length at all. Her eyes stood out from behind her bangs, large black orbs that didn't scream innocence like her name suggested. Overall… her name was misleading.

"Well then, Ms. Niyama… why don't you take the empty seat over there." The teacher stated after quieting the murmurs from the class.

Lolita nodded, and began walking awkwardly towards her seat. She chanced a glance at the students she'd be sitting by, and found only one staring back at her. A boy with orange-ish hair and golden eyes stared at her as she walked to her desk, the seat right in front of him. She didn't think this was odd; it was human to be curious. But, as she sat at her new desk, Lolita couldn't shake the feeling that she was being stared at still.

Classes flew by, partly because Lolita had already covered what was being discussed back at her old school, but that was besides the point. She now wandered the halls of Ouran, heading towards the cafeteria, or whatever they called it in Japan. Lolita brought her own lunch, since she had no idea what they served for food, and she really wanted to eat. Seeing as she was new and wasn't really attractive, she had no friends yet, so she sat by herself.

After her solitary lunch, classes resumed and just as before, they flew by. She still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, she soon began to ignore it however. During their afternoon break, she wandered the courtyard, alone again. She admired the beauty that seemed to be everywhere. She found a quiet spot beneath one of, what she assumed was a, sakura trees. She sat down and pulled out her iPod and relaxed.

This is how her first week went… alone.

It was another glorious day at Ouran Academy, or at least, that's what Tamaki Suoh thought. Every day was a glorious day to Tamaki, with his eternal optimism. His classes had ended for the day, which left him to wander towards the 3rd music room, greeting all the young ladies he passed along the way. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair as he passed through the courtyard, enjoying the sunlight. As his violet eyes glanced around him, something caught his attention.

There was a young princess sitting alone under one of the blossom trees. He'd seen her before, never really thought about it. Every other time he'd seen here, every day in the past week, she'd always been alone. That's not right; a lady should never be alone. With this thought in mind, Tamaki diverted from his normal route, and made his way towards her.

He stood next to her, she was distracted he noticed. Faint music flowed around her seated form. He noticed she was pale, from the delicate hands he could see holding the novel she was reading. Bringing a smile to his face, Tamaki reached down and placed a hand on her shoulder. She jumped a bit, before turning off her music and removing her headphones. He was caught by surprise when she turned to him. Her eyes were so black. Keeping his smile, Tamaki began to speak.

"Why are you sitting alone princess?"

Lolita's eyebrows scrunched a little at being called a princess. She could already tell this boy was strange, if his blonde hair and purple eyes weren't already a clue. Placing her bookmark in her book, she responded.

"I'm new here, so I don't have any friends to sit with me yet."

Tamaki's eyes widened and his face took a slight shocked expression, before he burst.

"I'll be your friend! A princess should never be alone!" He grabbed her hand and helped her stand. "I'm Tamaki Suoh, and who might you be?"

Lolita was a little confused at Tamaki's sudden actions, but she took it in stride. At least someone was being nice to her.

"I'm Lolita Niyama; it's nice to meet you Tamaki- sempai."

Lolita was guessing he was an upper classmen, by the fact he was taller than her. But that wasn't a good judge of age, since everybody was taller than her. But it was better to be over respectful than not enough in her book.

"Well then, Lolita-chan, why don't you come to club with me? No sense for a young lady to be out here all alone."

Lolita thought about it a moment, she was really hoping to finish her book, but she really did want to meet more people. She wondered if the people in this club were as nice as Tamaki. She decided it was a risk to take, if worse came to worse, she could always excuse herself and read after.

"Sure, Tamaki-sempai."

Lolita crouched down to pick up her things, when she noticed a second set of hands helping her. When she finally stood upright again, she found Tamaki looking at her book in thought. She assumed he was reading the summary. After a moment, he noticed she was waiting for him to return it, and did such. She took her book back, and tucked into her bag.

"An interesting choice of reading, Lolita-chan."

"Well, I prefer the classics. Bram Stokers Dracula is a classic."

Lolita followed Tamaki, chatting here and there, mostly about her home back in England. Tamaki seemed familiar with London; she assumed he'd probably been there before. She could hear a hint of an accent in his voice, but she couldn't place it at the moment. From this, she assumed he wasn't entirely Japanese, like her.

His attitude seemed to shift as they stood before the doors of the 3rd music room; she guessed it was for the people waiting inside. What happened next, she was not prepared for.

Authors Note: Ok! Short… I know. Partly 'cause I'm not too confident in my ability to write for Tamaki yet, which could be why he seems a bit OOC in this chapter… I'm trying my best! This is my first Ouran fic, so cut me some slack. I want honest opinions… but flames are not welcome, me no likey those. Ideas from readers are welcome, I really like those! =3

Ja ne!!!