Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran or anything besides myself, and, technically, my parents own that, too.

I'm excited because it's my first Ouran fic, and my first fic in a long time, actually. I feel bad for the people who've been reading…I've forgotten about half my stories and can't even remember what they were about. xD I'd have to read them myself to remember. DDD:

But anyhow, here we go. A nice story that was going to be a oneshot with my OC Ritsuko Shiori Mizushima; she's half-Japanese and half-Caucasian. :D She's the bomb, really.

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Hikaru's eyes drifted lazily across the classroom; everything the teacher said was not heard, and he'd most likely have to ask Haruhi later for homework help…he doubted Kaoru was listening, either.

Finally, the class ended and Hikaru and Kaoru rose from their seats at the same time in synchronization, dreading their last class of the day, but at least it was the last one before they could retreat to their Host Club activities.

"Hikaru, I heard there's a new student coming today," said a girl standing close to the twins, her hands clasped together in front of her expectantly, as if she were to be rewarded with his affections for this piece of information.

"Oh?" Hikaru said, uninterested. Why on earth should he care?

"Yeah. I bet she'll love the Host Club. Do you think you're her type?"

"Who can say?" Hikaru said, smiling at the girl to get her to politely leave him alone. Once she had, he turned to Kaoru. "A new girl, huh? I bet you some yen that Tamaki-senpai's her type."

"Probably. Most of them are, right? Seventy-five percent or whatever?" Kaoru absentmindedly answered, gathering his books and putting them away in his schoolbag. "Let's go, Hikaru, Haruhi."

And the trio of classmates left the room.

They walked down the halls together, a tight knit bunch, when Hikaru saw exactly who was this new student.

She was standing in the hallway looking a bit lost. She had wide hazel eyes and past shoulder-length blonde hair; she looked to be half-American, half-Japanese. She had to be the new student.

She had a very slender frame, and looked a bit breakable as she looked around nervously, schoolbag clutched in front of her puffy yellow uniform. She seemed to turn her eyes on Hikaru, and he felt a wave of heat sting his cheeks.

He was staring at her, he realized too late, and she was blushing furiously, he could see it from here, and smiling meekly.

"That must be the student," Kaoru said, following Hikaru's gaze. He was disturbed by the degree of intensity in his brother's eyes. "So she's a halfer, like Senpai."

"Why don't we go introduce ourselves?" Haruhi suggested.

"Why not?" Kaoru said, grabbing Hikaru's arm when he didn't respond in unison with his brother.

He snapped out of his trance and followed his younger brother and Haruhi, blowing off his stupefied state as the trio approached an even more scared-looking, frail student. But when she looked at Hikaru, she smiled. And it lit her face up, even to her eyes; she was positively radiant.

"Hello," Kaoru chorused with Hikaru. "We're the Hitachiin brothers."

"I'm Hitachiin Hikaru."

"And I'm Hitachiin Kaoru."

"I'm Fujioka Haruhi." Haruhi smiled. 'Nice to meet you."

The three weren't sure if this new girl would be fluent in Japanese or fluent in English; the Hitachiin brothers had to admit neither could pay much attention in the English-speaking class.

"Nice to meet you," the girl replied. She sounded like a real Japanese native; maybe she had been born here? "I'm Mizushima Ritsuko."

"Nice name," the twins complimented in unison. "Have you heard of the Host Club yet?"

"Isn't this school famous for it?" Ritsuko replied. She seemed to be coming out of her shell more and more every moment.

"I suppose," Hikaru said quietly.

"We're famous?" Haruhi said, puzzled.

"Of course," Kaoru replied. He leant down to tilt up Ritsuko's chin. "So, what's your type, then?"

"I'd have to see them all," Ritsuko choked, clearly showing that he and Hikaru were her type. Kaoru released her chin, satisfaction showing quite clearly on his face.

"Well, looks like the trio of classmates will have to let a fourth in," Hikaru and Kaoru laughed. "It's decided."

"Good luck," Haruhi mumbled to the fourth addition, and Ritsuko gulped, sending the twins into laughing fits.

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Rose petals fluttered out the door of the abandoned music room as Hikaru and Kaoru led the way with Ritsuko and Haruhi (With a comforting hand on Ritsuko's shoulder) behind them.

"We have a new guest, do we?" Tamaki said, for once in regular school uniform rather than some get-up; he and Kyoya had nothing planned for today.

"Don't scare her boss," Kaoru said.

"She skittish," Hikaru added.

"You'll get used to them," Haruhi said to Ritsuko in the backroom.

"I would never dare to dream to hurt such a lovely young lady as this," Tamaki sputtered. He took Ritsuko's hand and kissed it gently, causing her to blush flame-red under all the attention. "What is your type, my dear?"

"The cool type?" Kyoya asked, presenting himself, clipboard and all.

"More like cold as ice. Someone like that would be too distant for me," Ritsuko said bluntly.

Kyoya smiled. "We'll like this one, Tamaki."

"How about the princely type then?" Tamaki suggested eagerly.

Ritsuko gave Tamaki's hand a squeeze, as if she were consoling him. "I love that type, but I don't think it's my own."

Tamaki went to cower in his dark corner.

"C'mon, boss, it's a new customer," Hikaru groaned.

"Yeah. She didn't mean to hurt your feelings," Kaoru added.

Tamaki crawled away from the dark corner and straightened himself up. "The wild type? The boy lolita type?" he asked professionally.

"From what I heard, Mori-senpai is too quiet for me. I want to be able to talk to someone." Ritsuko bent down on her knees as Hunny came crashing into her for a hug with Usa-chan.

"What about me, Ritsu-chan?" he asked.

"You are very handsome boy and I do feel like I care about you all already, but you aren't my type. I don't mean to hurt your feelings at all. I'd love to have some cake with you and your bunny," Ritsuko said gently.

"Okay!" Hunny forgot all about any hurt feelings he would've had before he even felt them.

"The natural?"

"Haruhi seems more like a girl to me than a host…he's not my type. And I don't mean to be rude, Haruhi," she tacked on worriedly, while the rest of the Host Club's jaws hung slack from Ritsuko's perceptiveness.

"That only leaves the little devil type," Tamaki informed.

"That is my type," Ritsuko muttered, blushing. "They're interesting and fun to talk to."

Hikaru put a hand on Ritsuko's shoulder and Kaoru did the same to the other.

"We think you made a very good choice, Mizushima Ritsuko," they chimed together, smiling wickedly.

"Great. Maybe now I won't be their plaything anymore," Haruhi said vainly.