DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB (I'm just another yearning fan)

On a more personal note: This is my first fanfic and my grammar's kinda bad so excuse me for anything weird. If lots of people don't like the pairing than I will think about it. Otherwise plz enjoy and gimme tips!

Chapter 1

'We'll be arriving soon, miss,' the driver noted.

'Hai,' the girl replied, spaced out.

The limo passed through the scenic roads on the way to Ouran. The girl has been both awaiting and dreading this day. Mostly dreading. How would she fit in? It's like a jigsaw puzzle; their notches are just too different to fit together with hers. She's not exactly used to prissy life because her mother's a … well never mind that; her father's a baron but she doesn't live with him enough to know baron life (a.k.a. prissy life). The only time she ever learned any etiquette or "richie lessons", is once when it was for her uncle's birthday gala. Even with those lessons, she messed up; unknowingly (and unmannerly) gulping down some extremely bitter tea and spitting it all over the food in shock. That was just a two hour party. How would she be able to survive Ouran where'd she be spending most of the day? At least her cousins will be there… and him…. But, … still…. Pressure building….

'NO!!,' the troubled girl exploded, 'I won't let those things stand in the way; I will attend Ouran no matter what!' The girl smiles proudly and adds the all-time, uplifting phrase, 'I will achieve my goals!! AH HA HA HA!' And laughs maniacally….

Cricket chirping….

Sweatdrop.

'Um, miss?'

'Yes?'

'Please put your seat belt back on.'

She slowly slid back down from her random outburst. Calmed down and slightly embarrassed (just slightly), she rolled down the window, closed her eyes, and let the morning mist caress and cool her face. I'll just try my best, she thought gently and left it that.

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'We're here, miss,' the blank-faced driver said, opening the door.

The girl stepped out, yawned, and quickly rubbed the drowsiness from her eyes. She opened them again and winced at the flash of bright sun. Friggin' dim limo. Sleepy mode is not the best of times for her. It runs through the whole family. After she adapted to the light, she looked around slowly. Her expression changed from sour, blank, to a this-is-pretty-impressive-but-I'm-not-gonna-let-it-show, look. She was doing a bad job of it, though; her mouth was increasing its struggled wiggle, and she was sweatdropping from the struggle. Finally, she let out a deep sigh. Slowly, shielding her eyes from the sun (and maybe even saluting), she looked up at Ouran with a big sparkling grin slapped on her face. 'APPROVED,' the mood-swingy, cosplaying teen exclaimed. Little does she know, that grin will be soon smeared off.

From the shadows of the prestigious columns, someone was watching her. He sneered at the childish mini-show she put on and made his way to 'greet' the new arrival.

'Welcome to Ouran, Kiriame,' a cold voice said, full of utter disgust, from behind her. Kiriame didn't need to even look to know who it was. She would have done exactly that; walk away without a look, but due to the new mannerly environment she was in, she turned around slowly, gritting her teeth to suppress her own disgust. She managed a sour (sour than drinking pure lemon juice sour) smile. 'Good afternoon, onii-chan,' she said in a steely, sickly-sweet, voice. Kiriame's brother tensed, clutching his fist tightly and digging his nails in deeply to stay in control.

'Please keep with the formality, Kiriame'

'As you wish, Rei-senpai,'

She snickered at the annoyance she causes her brother. That is, her half-brother….

'Kiriame," he notes, and leaves cruelly without a farewell. Pssh. What formality? She thinks to herself.

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'Thank you, thank you,' Kiriame said and shut the door of the student vice principal's office, coming back from the usual drill you go through when coming to a new school. The student vice principal even has his own office. The real leaders don't even care to meet the newbie. That makes me feel real good, she thinks sourly to herself. 'Where are those damn cousins of mine,' she mutters as she wanders down the hallway, 'They didn't even bother to come greet me this morning….' Oh wait, that's right! She reaches into the pocket of her irritable, dizzying yellow, 'uniform', remembering the memo her cousins gave her.

To: M. Kiriame,

You are specially invited to:

The Third Music Room for a complimentary free welcoming session.

From: The Host Club

' "Host Club",' she questions herself, putting a hand on her hip, ' "Host Club?!" ' She looks at the memo again. Geez, even their memos are formal and prissy, She thinks randomly, rolling her eyes. By the by, she gets to the doors of the Third Music Room, getting lost here and there, successfully communicating with the richies and getting help. Now she faces those grand pearly-pink doors….

Silence….

Doki, Doki,…

Why is it so quiet and suspenseful? Giving me the creeps. Hands sweaty, she grips the handles… and opens the doors…

Whoosh.

'Welcome,' she hears a group saying, while she's blinded by a rush of light and rose petals.

Standing before her are seven young men.

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A young lady enters the Third Music Room, looking exasperated. The Host club says their usual charming welcome. The girl walks in, putting a finger cutely on her curious and surprised slightly open mouth and puts her other arm behind her back. She looks around the room with icy-crisp, spring-green, eyes. Her hair flows down her shoulder and to her elbow in a rippling, dark-earth colored, silk curtain. She is just a half-a-tone lighter than Haruhi and other girls, but that's only if you look closely. Her bangs part to one side. They are long (up to her chin if you flattened them out), but curved uniquely to the side so that it exposes both eyes while still covering her forehead. Supposedly the work of bobby pins. Before meeting the eyes of the group, she looks at the other guests.

Target sighted: girl looking to the side. Opening: front. Tamaki goes over his data, cosplaying a military soldier in his head. Time for his signature move. He lunges forward; the turned, smooth cheek getting closer and closer. Just about he was to sweep her off her feet and hold her pretty face close to his to say the charmer line of the day, she turns around, and steps aside unexpectedly in a blink of an eye.

Fwwp! And….

Slow motion:

Ba-boom, Ba-boom, Ba-boom,

'Eh?'

In mid-fall, he paws at the air that so suddenly replaced the girl, reaching for something to grab.

Thud, and dust rises from the twitching body of the lord. Beside him is the young lady, closing her eyes with ha-ha grin on her face. She suddenly becomes serious, and starts scanning the group.

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Smiley twins, four-eyes, pretty boy (no really, he looks like a girl), pause, Kiriame looks down to her side, to the twitching body of some blond guy who was about to jump her, perverted blond guy, and…. Finally she spots them. 'Mori-senpai!' she calls out to her blank-faced cousin, '… HANI-SENPAI!!' She races toward her cute, childish 18 year old cousin. They hug cutely, faces lit up with joy.

'Hani-senpai, I'm here!'

'CAKE, Kiri-chan?'

'First thought on your mind… hai, … I…have… CAKE!!'

'Yay, La La La…,' Hani starts singing happily, clutching his pink bunny while starting to dance at the sound of cake.

The two cousins laugh, and dance together in their innocent childish way. 'Hello, Kiriame-chan,' Mori-senpai says approaching her. Still laughing and a little relieved from school issues at the sight of her cousins, Kiriame replied, 'Hee, hee… huh?'

'Trip okay?'

'Oh, hai, clears throat, it was fine.'

'That's good.'

'….Why are you wearing a… toga?'

Just now she realized her cousins were dressed as Greeks. Okay…

'Kiri-chan!,' Hani-senpai calls in his sweet, sing-song voice, 'Come meet the Host Club!'

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'Host Club?'

Facing Kiriame are the group of seven boys, looking at her with serene faces and wearing their own versions of Greek clothing.

'Kiriame, this is Ootori Kyouya,' Mori-senpai points to the young man wearing glasses, holding a laptop under one arm, with dark black (with a hint of olive) hair and dark eyes.

'Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru,' points to the orange haired, wild yellow-eyed, twins.

'Suou Tamaki,' points to the perverted blond guy sitting as regally as he could with a damaged ego and trying to avoid my eyes.

'And Fujioka Haruhi,' Finally, Mori-senpai points to the pretty boy, the one who looks like a girl; The one with large, sparkling, warm-brown eyes and dark chocolate hair.

'I hope you find everything acceptable… um… What's your name?' questions Haruhi.

'Kiriame, M-Morinozuka Kiriame,' Kiriame replied, stumbling over her name in the middle of processing Haruhi's girlishness.

'Morinozuka? Mo-ri-no-zu-ka.' Haruhi recited, breaking it up,' Oh, are you a relative of Mori-senpai?'

'H-Hai,' Still processing, 'H-He's my….' Processing at 50 percent, ' … cousin…'

'Um…'

Kiriame was gaping at Haruhi with wide eyes, taking in all the girly movements and features she has.

'Um…..,'

Awkward silence….

'WHERE'S THE CAKE, KIRI-CHAN??' Hani-senpai cries and charges over to Kiriame, unable to hold his longing much longer, 'YOU SAID YOU BROUGHT CAKE!!'

'Ha?!'

Hani-senpai runs into Kiriame, and tips her off balance. She falls, and brushes Haruhi who is only a feet or two away. Haruhi catches her and finds her stiff … and warm…. Slowly, Kiriame looks up, with surprised blank eyes and big red splotches on her cheeks. It was like she's steaming, fweeeeee, and the red splotches grew to a complete mask of crimson as she met Haruhi's glittering eyes. 'Are you okay?' Haruhi asks sweetly, making it worse. 'H-Ha… H-Hai,' Kiriame managed weakly, holding herself. She hobbles up slowly, stands still for awhile, and in a sudden motion, runs out into the hall….

'Sorry, Kiri-chan!'

'Do ya think….'

'Maybe….'

'Always happens this way….'

'She found out Haruhi's a –'

The door slams.

pant pant

………………………Fujioka's a girl ………………………………

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The next day….

Kiriame faces the doors again, the same doors that she opened yesterday to meet the eccentric host club and its weird, girl host. Guess they offer yuri, too. Hee…. She laughs quietly at this little comment, hoping it will ease her uneasiness. Finally, after standing in front of the doors for awhile, preparing herself for any more weirdness that might show up, she opens the door. A flash of light, a breeze of flower petals….

'Welcome….'

'Oh, if it isn't, Kiriame-san,' Tamaki says, who obviously recovered his ego, 'what brings you here?'

'I – '

' – You came here for your free session didn't you?' Tamaki smiles slyly, who apparently is devising another charmer tactic (after his signature failed), 'well….' He points to the host club group, smiling smiles that make the heart pound….

'Who do you want?' He starts pointing out the eligible members one by one….

'Hikaru, Kaoru, who come in a pair, not very fun, no alone time'

'Hey….'

'Kyouya, but his only love is money,'

'Huh?'

'Or, the charmer, the one who focuses on you, the best, m – '

'- Haruhi!'

'MAH?!'

'Kiri-chan….?'

'Hmmm…. (long as we make money),'

'Don't worry, we have each other Kaoru…'

'Hikaru…'

'What? Um,' Haruhi sweatdrops, Didn't think she was that kind of person, and reacts no further.

'She does know what the host club does right?' Tamaki questions in a panicked and appalled tone to Kyouya, 'Mori?' He looks at Mori-senpai for answers. Mori-senpai and Hani-senpai both shake their head at the same time and shrug.

'Ha…..,' Tamaki gives up in his idiotic, warming way.

'Well, this way then, madam.'

Haruhi and Kiriame are seated at a table with cups of tea and Kiriame with a smirk on her face. Haruhi acts with no emotion whatsoever. 'I'm surprised that you're not surprised,' Kiriame said slyly. 'Oh, well, I'm used to it,' Haruhi dismissed not looking up from mixing her tea. Kiriame eyes her suspiciously. She bursts out laughing.

'What's so funny?'

'Hee, it's just that, everyone is eyeing me so strangely now,' she points to the group obviously spying on her. Then in a hushed voice, 'I just chose you to talk, really, but this is amusing,' she adds with a laugh.

'Hee, oh I see,' Haruhi smiles.

'Better you than spending time with guys I don't know; that would just be awkward,' Kiriame openly notes.

'Finally, another sensible person around here….' Haruhi rolls her eyes.

'Hee… So tell me, why are you pretending to be a guy? Or the Host club really does offer yuri...'

'Ha ha… No, it's not like that, no one else but you, the Host club, and a few other people know I'm a girl.' Haruhi puts her hands in her lap and sighs, 'I'm working for the Host club to pay off this debt for breaking a vase.

'Really?'

'Yeah.'

'How much do you have left?'

'Actually… I don't have any left….'

'… Then why?'

'Why what?'

'Why are you still working?' Kiriame asks her, confused.

'I – ' Haruhi freezes and looks down, she never really thought of why she still worked, and as long as she still worked she didn't care why…. Confusing.

'Because… Because… '

'Because she's happy here with her handsome friends, right? Because we're a family.' Tamaki-senpai says, suddenly hovering behind the couch where they sat.

'Yeah,' Haruhi says smiling gently at Tamaki, 'Yeah….'

'Because of all the fun adventures we go on,'

'Because of all the struggles we go through together,'

'Because of all the fun we have,'

'Because of all the laughter,'

Stepping forward one by one, the Host club, finds for Haruhi, the words she were looking for.

Kiriame looks from Haruhi to the faces of the hosts, one by one, with an unreadable expression. Now she looks at the whole group together, smiling warm smiles as sweet Host club memories flash through their minds.

'I see,' Kiriame concludes, and smiled along with them.