I sleepily opened my eyes, and groaned at the sound of my alarm clock. I rolled over and smacked the snooze bar. My tired mind didn't even process the importance of today. After what only seemed like two minutes of blissful sleep, a maid was shaking me. "Wake up, Tachibana-san! You can't be late today!"

"What..." I growled.

"Today is your first day at Ouran Academy! You can't be late on your first day!"

My eyes flew open. Was that today? I threw the blankets off and dismissed the maid. She had taken the liberty of setting out the uniform; a disgusting yellow puffy dress. I missed the days before we moved here and we had a private tutor come to the manor and teach me there. I could have worn whatever I chose. I put it on and brushed my hair as I walked, resulting in red strands falling on the yellow dress. Anything was an improvement, I guessed. I grabbed my bag and an apple as I rushed out to the waiting limo.

"Good morning, Tachibana-san", the driver said jovially.

"Whatever," I snarked.

The driver, for whatever reason, decided to take his sweet time getting there. I rubbed my head in annoyance as we pulled up along the parking lot. As soon as I got out of the car, I stared in awe at the stupidest color of pink I ever saw. The whole school chose pink as its color. Pink! After coming back to reality, I ran to my first class. The school was like a maze, and me being late, there was nobody in the halls. Finally I reached my classroom, exhausted, as I slammed the door open and said, "Please excuse me, I was late."

Apparently, this was a huge shock for people. I walk in ten minutes late, and people stare at me like I killed six people. Thanks fellow classmates, now I feel welcome.

"Uhm," The teacher said, "Are you...Tachibana Akane?"

"Yes."

"Ok, Tachibana. Thank you for your grand entrance." The teacher said, with most of the class giggling. I was just annoyed.

"You can sit next to Nakahara." The teacher said, pointing to an unusual girl. This girl was the only female student in the classroom (or in the whole school for all I know) that was not wearing the ugly yellow school uniform. Actually, she looked like she was wearing the middle school uniform, and personally, she looked like she should've been in elementary school. She seemed like she wasn't even remotely interested at all to the event that was going on, and was looking out the window.

I took a deep breath and walked over to the girl and sat. "Hello," I said.

"Hi!" She said. "What's your name?"

"Tachibana Akane," I said. I hoped at this point the conversation would end.

The girl, however, clearly didn't care that class had begun. "Cool! My name's Nakahara Kaida! So I'm guessing you're new here?"

"Yeah," I said. "Um, maybe we should pay attention to the lesson...?"

She laughed. "The teacher is deaf in one ear. As long as we don't get too loud, she won't notice." I noticed that there were other semi-whispered conversations going on.

I sighed. "Okay."

"Good! Now, I'm going to give you some crucial advice! There's a group of pretty boys here who have taken it upon themselves to create a host club."

"...Okay?" I knew that host clubs were a thing, but I had no idea that there was such a thing as a high school host club.

She got very close, then whispered into my face, "Stay. Far. Away."

I blinked. "Um... Okay."

She smiled. "Good."

I shook my head and started doodling in my notebook. Regardless of how much note-taking I was doing, I was always drawing in the margins. I chose this time to draw a tree with long, elaborate branches.

The girl again spoke to me, "Cool, You draw?"

I shrugged. "A little, yeah."

She leaned back in her chair and said, "You should join the art club. Besides, I like you. And, trust me, I don't like a lot of people. So you'd be a good addition."

I decided it was a compliment, "Uhm, ok. Are you in it?"

"I'm the dictator."

"What?"

She waved her hand in a nonchalant fashion, "It's complicated. I'll tell you later."

There was an awkward silence for quite some time until I said, "So... why are you wearing the middle school uniform?"

"For one, I'm so small they didn't have a dress size for me. And for two, it gets me out of wearing that horrid thing." She said, referencing to the dress.

I couldn't help but smirk, and then I was wishing I looked like a nine year-old. Of course, I didn't say that out loud. I may not be the nicest person in the world, but I do have a filter.

"Anyway, how about you check out the art club room during break!" She said, in smiling. Split personality much?

"Sure." What the heck. I liked to draw, she seemed...not bad, and it be a nice change to get into some club activities. Socialize and what not. What could go wrong?

Kaida walked me to the art room during break. We didn't really talk at all during the walk there, which I was slightly thankful for. When we got there, she opened the doors to reveal an artsy paradise. There were all different kinds of sculptures, paintings, and drawings everywhere, as well as art supplies to go with them. There were only five people in the room, including Kaida and myself. A short girl with dark brown hair that looked American, a tall girl with blonde hair with glasses, and quiet looking girl with brown-blonde hair. Kaida ran up to the quiet looking girl and glomped her, but was immensely outsized so it mostly looked like a child hugging her mother.

"HANA-CHAN~!" She said, like a completely different person, "How was your first day of school?"

By that, I came to the conclusion she had a split personality.

'Hana-Chan' replied with a smile so soft that you wouldn't notice it if you weren't paying attention, and said, "It was nice."

The girl with the glasses leaned on the shorter girl's head and asked Kaida, "Who's your friend?"

"Right," Kaida said, going back to her original personality, "This is Tachibana Akane. She was in class with me, and I'm making her my military General of Defense."

"You're making me what?" First day of school: Made General of an Army.

The American girl whispered, "Don't worry it's not literal."

"Let me make things clear," Kaida said. "I, Nakahara Kaida; second year, am the dictator of the Art Club. For teachers and students outside of the Art Club, I am the Art Club president. My specialty, painting." Kaida moved onto the American girl. "This is Petra Santiago; first year. She is ranked advisor-"

"Vice president," Petra cleared up.

"Her specialty, sculpting. And she's from America." Kaida said, as if she didn't notice the interruption. She then moved onto the girl with glasses, "This is Hamasaki Yuuka; the only third year. She is ranked database-"

"Secretary." Yuuka made clear.

"Her specialty, photography." Kaida finally moved onto the quiet girl. "This is Nakahara Hana; first year. She's my younger sister as well as being ranked dragon-"

"Treasurer." Petra cleared up, "Because dragons guard treasure..."

"Her specialty, calligraphy. Anyway, we make up the Art Club presidency. The reason why I brought you here, was because I needed somebody who was good at freehand draw on my team. Therefore, I called first dibs on you." Kaida put her hands on her hips. "Questions?"

I just sat and stared at them. This had to be the strangest moment of my life. I got taken in by the art club, and was demanded to be their 'General of Defense'. Their introductions were even stranger. And they act like this is normal? The only thing that managed to come out of my mouth was a simple, "What the-."

After much explaining, much more detailed introduction, and much MUCH persuasion, I somehow got stuck being Kaida's General of Defense. I don't know what it is in 'Presidency' form (Assistant VP maybe?), but I guess I'm just it. The reason there were only four other people in the room before was because only the presidency is allowed in during break. Apparently I was counted as being in the presidency, even though I didn't get a choice. I don't think that's how democracy works, especially because I heard Petra muttering about communism.

I went through my classes, only brushing past the others a few times during the day. Well, I sat with them at lunch, but I didn't do a lot of talking. Mostly I just sat back and listened.

"Did you forget your lunch again, Kaida-san?" Petra asked.

"No... I ate it already. HANA-CHAN!"

"Hm?"

"How much money is in the budget for my lunch?"

Hana sighed. "None."

Yuuka stepped in. "We've been over this many times before, Kaida-chan."

Kaida slumped in her seat. "Fine." After a few moments, she leaned over to Petra. "Petra-chan, do you have any food?"

Petra tossed her a package of crackers. "Sit up straight, you drop out bohemian." Kaida sat up and hungrily ate the crackers.

Their dynamic fascinated me. These clearly very independent, strong girls were completely at the mercy of this small, slightly insane second year.

My thoughts were jarred when a rice ball was thrown onto my face.

After school, I walked with Kaida to the art room. There were many others there this time. We walked to the front of the room, where the others were already sitting. Petra looked ready to kill someone.

"Come ON, Kaida-san! You can't be late on the first day!"

Kaida shrugged. "I was too busy NOT CARING. Okay, I call this meeting to order!" Everyone began to settle down. I stood with the others in the "council" at the front.

"Okay, first order of business! The pledge!" Kaida led the room in a pledge of allegiance, to the art club, of Ouran High. The other people in the room went on like drones, and clearly didn't really care about what was going on. But Kaida recited it with such power, it was almost moving. She emphasized every word.

After everyone sat down, Kaida stood before them. "Okay, now we have a new member on the council! Akane-san, introduce yourself to the laypeople. Your name, year, and fact please!"

I walked over and gave a shaky wave. "Um, I'm Tachibana Akane. I'm a second year, and this is my first day here, ever. And an interesting fact about me is I once set a termite mound on fire out of boredom."

A girl in the back raised her hand. "Where are you from, Tachibana-san?"

But Kaida pushed me out of the center, and said, "That's enough talking. Akane-san will be our General of Defense-"

"Assistant Secretary," Yuuka said.

"-and you should refer any hostile communications with... them to her. Since this is the first day, we'll go ahead and introduce everyone! I'm Nakahara Kaida, second year! I hate the Host Club. Who's next?"

Petra raised her hand. "Requesting permission to speak?"

"Permission granted!"

Petra walked over. "Hi, I'm Petra Santiago, I'm a first year. I moved here from the States, and I met Kaida-san over the summer and she made me do this." She turned on her heel and walked back over to the side. Hana walked over next.

"H-hello. I'm Nakahara Hana, I'm Kaida-chan's younger sister, so I'm a first year... I like to write things... Okay, thanks!"

Yuuka went up. "Hi! I'm Hamasaki Yuuka! I'm a third year, and I'm into anime and maniacal laughter! MWAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA. Okay bye!"

I listed Yuuka as the second craziest.

Kaida went back up. "So now we know everyone! Go forth and CREATE, my slaves! There's a show coming up, and I'll pick the best submissions to enter!" On that note, there was noise as people gathered their materials and chatted.

I turned to Yuuka as she tapped me. "That's pretty much how it works around here. We get the special table at the front. Kaida-chan only really uses our "positions" as a way to eventually wage war. But we'll get to that another time. So now you can draw or whatever!"

With many questions in mind, I sat beside Hana and drew or whatever.

HI! Frank and Jellie here! We're back with another story, and our mission is to make you smile!

So, this story will have a cycle of five characters. Akane is first! The next chapter will feature Petra's POV! We hope it doesn't get too confusing...

The rating may go up later on, but we'll see.

A few notes:

Petra's name is in Western order, but the rest are staying in Eastern order.

For those of you following our Nintendo crossover story of epic, this story will be updated in between those updates. Sort of. But that story has NOT been abandoned!

We wrote this together. The majority of the work on this was literally done over Gchat, so please excuse any minor errors.

Jellie says: TADA~!

Stay tuned, thanks for reading!