A/N: This is the rewritten version of the fanfic Stolen Kisses. Many of you have read it and I'm sorry I had to delete it. I still have the old chapters. I think the story can be better. Just a few other things need to be changed. Don't worry, the original main couple is still Hunny x Oc. I hope you all enjoy this version just as much as the original. Reviews please and no flaming. Forgiveness is ask if there are minor grammar/spelling errors that I might've miss. Nothing is perfect and neither am I. But I do try my best to make it wonderful for my readers. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.

"Why am I going again and why am I wearing this?" Arana held up the hem of the peach colored party dress. It was empire waist, silky, and most likely expensive. Her gray eyes take in her reflection in the large mirror that hung in the hallway of the Kurofuji estate. It had been that evening after school when Arana had received a phone call from her friend, Kire. She was asked to go attend a party for the weekend.

What happened after was Arana was primp and prettied up to where her long dark hair was curling down her back and her grey eyes stood out against the glitter eye shadow that Kire had put on her.

"Because you look absolutely beautiful in that color," Her friend Kire joined her in the reflection of the mirror. The two different girls, thus of hair color and class, stood cheek to cheek in the mirror.

While Kire look like blazing fire bird with her amber hair and shimmering gold dress, Arana felt like a small wall flower.

"And?"

"So I don't get drunk?" Kire let out a smile, "live a little, Arana. I invited you because Shizuka didn't want to come. Miharu wouldn't come either. She hates parties."

"She hates people in general."

"No, I believe she hates crowds."

"People," Arana corrected Kire on what their dear friend Miharu didn't like. It didn't matter. Kire handed Arana a small jacket and her bag to step out towards the expensive looking car that was waiting for them. The moment they reached the manor, Arana was already nervous. She was nervous to begin with. The nerves haven't left her. They just expanded the moment they step out of the car.

Her pretty heels were pinching her feet.

She shifted from foot to foot.

The house was expensive, as was what and where Kire went and did. Arana knew she wouldn't fit in. Kire explain to her that long as she was with her, she would be fine. It depended on if Kire got distracted and left her to mingle with 'the rich folk'.

They past through the throng of rich teenagers into the opened front door. Immediately servers greeted them. Kire hands Arana a drink filled in a tall, pretty colored glass.

"So whose party is this?" Arana didn't sip from her glass.

"Oh, a friend of...a friend."

"Great," Arana left her untouched glass on a passing waiter's tray. She knew she would be left alone in ten minutes. In about fifteen, Kire would make her way to whatever boy had caught her eye. Kire was a social butterfly, born and breed to be one. One day, she would make a man a wonderful wife and hostess.

Arana was soon left alone. The only conversation she had was with a few girls who asked about her dress. She knew to mention Kire's name. Soon, the girls wanted to know more about Kire. It wasn't really surprising. Kire's family, the Kurofuji family, owned many high class fashion stores throughout Japan, Europe, Latin America, and Hong Kong.

Arana knew they were being nosy. She quickly made an excuse to leave, politely smiling. They were just getting too close as to asking who she was and who her family was. The girls had to be those from Ouran. It was the school that Kire attended. It was very prestigious. Their other friend, Shizuka also attended Ouran.

She sighed.

She wanted to find Kire and go home.

She never really liked the kind of parties that Kire was used to. She called Miharu complaining how everyone was all out to know who you are and what family you belong to and what kind of money and everything else. She smiled a little, hearing Miharu's voice in her head. She always gave a good rant about the rich. Kire and Shizuka were not a part of it. They were different.

All four girls did grow up together, despite the class differences.

Her friends never judged her.

She never liked to be judged. The last time she was, Miharu found her crying in the girls bathroom. Soon, Kire, Shizuka, and Miharu were pounding their feet into the girl's face that made her cry.

Arana finds a quiet corner off to the side of where the designated dance floor was. A lot of people were actually dancing. The song that was playing was one of her favorites she would hear often when out with her friends. She was just too shy and awkward to go out and joined them. She quickly asked for a water from a passing server. It was short with ice.

Her eyes looked over the throng of people.

Kire was no where in sight.

She sighs.

It was going to be a long time before finding Kire and asking to go home. It was starting to get boring. She could hear Kire asking her to mingled. But how could she? Most of the kids here were not as understanding as Kire was. They would soon turned up their noses knowing her class before they even got the chance to know how a great person she was.

Arana caught her reflection again in a mirror off to the side of the bar. She looked like she would fit in. But looks were deceiving.

Now she knew how Cinderella felt at the ball...

Arana quickly left the dance floor to walk around to where a few guys were playing pool. There was another game set up. A couple of rowdy boys were playing ping pong. She thought for sure she saw the amber hair of Kire walking by on the arm of some brunette. She sighed, just now seeing it was a girl with the same colored hair.

"Damn," She muttered.

"Hey! Watch it!" A guy yelled as a ping pong went flying through the air.

It was headed straight for Arana. She turned just in time as the ball was heading for her face. She held up her arms to block the annoying ball. It was caught in mid air by a hand attached to a long arm. She opened her eyes to see it, putting her arms back down to her sides.

"I-Impressive!" Arana found her voice, staring up at whoever it was who caught it. She had to tilted her head up as the guy who caught it was very tall.

"It was nothing."

"You...you didn't have to do that."

"Still bothersome," The tall boy tossed the ping pong back towards the group of guys. They seemed to be very intimidated by him. Arana tilted her head to the side, studying him. To her, he reminded her of those samurai warriors from those cheesy movies she watched with Miharu.

"True." Arana turned, ready to leave when she bumped into someone.

"That's Takashi for you. Saving cute girls from ping pong balls," A rather unusual voice caught her attention. When she looked up, she had to do a double take. There was no way the kid could even be old enough to be at the party. Despite the lack in showing his age, he was dress nicely as everyone else around him. Casual short sleeve plaid shirt with a sleeveless white hooded shirt layered with tan pants that had zips around the legs and very nice tennis shoes was on him while the tall guy, Takashi, was dress simply in a black tank with a dress coat hand over his shoulder, dark grey jeans, and black shoes.

"Right, uh thank you," Arana gave a short bow.

Takashi tilted his head curiously down at the girl, before putting a hand on her head, "No need. It was my honor to do so."

"Right..." She looked into the dark grey eyes of the giant before looking at the shorter boy. He had soft blonde hair and enormous honey brown eyes.

"What brings you to this party?" He asked cheerfully.

"A friend of mine," the hand was removed from the top of her head, "she invited me to come. To which who I was trying to find. I wanted to find her so I can go home."

"Huh? How come?" He tilted his head to the side, making Arana have the urge to gush on how cute he was.

"I...really don't like these kind of parties. You see...I...I'm..." She stopped herself with both boys listening to her words.

What am I doing? Why am I even talking to these two?

"I-I should be going. It was nice meeting you Takashi and..." Arana looked at the blonde. She didn't even ask what his name was.

"Mitsukuni," He answered, looking to take a step forward.

Arana felt her nerves tingling, creating a sense of uneasiness and fear.

"Thank you Mitsukuni. I should...I have to go find my friend now," Arana turned on her heel sharply. She had to find a way out of the damn crowded room. To even out of the crowded manor. Didn't anyone ever heard of personal space? She didn't belong there. She told Kire over and over that she didn't. She didn't, not even with those two handsome boys. Despite that one looked like he was meant to be in elementary school and the other a staggering giant.

She wanted to be back home at the apartment, in her room. She wanted her most comfortable pajamas. She wanted to plugged in her headphones and watch her favorite anime all night long.

Arana made the wrong move. She completely forgotten that she was wearing heels. When she had turn and went to take a step, Arana nearly found herself face to face with the hardwood floor. That would have been the case if not Mitsukuni didn't reached out and grabbed her in time. He spun her around, pulling her into his arms.

Her bright pink face is met almost nose to nose with the boy who saved her from falling.

"T-thank you," Arana couldn't move, because one, nearly embarrassing herself in a house full of people by falling flat on her face, and two, the boy had a good grip on her.

"One dance." He offered, almost smirking underneath that cute smile of his.

"Excuse me?" Her voice raised itself.

"One dance," He held up one finger, "then you can go home, okay?"

He grinned.

"Uh...well...," Her pretty eyes stared into his own, unsure what was making her tremble so badly. The whole 'cute' factor was just a facade. Or maybe, she figured, he was cute but something was underneath it. Something very powerful and strong.

"Okay," Mitsukuni was not surprised that the girl said that, "one dance and you have to let me go home, alright Mitsukuni?"

He liked how his name rolled off her tongue. The way she sounded serious and adorable at the same time. It was hard to come by a girl like that. But that was on in physical ways. He nods, leading her out onto the dance floor. The lights dimmed low when a slow, sweet love song came on. Arana perked up at the beat, recognizing it from the playlist Miharu had always going on her music player.

Soon she found herself waltzing under the dimmed lights and pretty colors.

She looked around, noticing the other couples were doing the same.

"What's the matter?" Mitsukuni asked cheerfully.

"Uh," Arana blushed, "this would be my first time that I've actually done a waltz," Arana finds herself being spun around.

"Really? You're a natural."

"Thank you," She blushed, being pulled back into his arms.

"It is such a nice night. And I thought I wasn't going to get to a dance with a pretty girl," Mitsukuni lowered his voice, whispering in her ear. The feel of his breath against her ear and neck sent a shiver down her body.

"I-I bet you could have any girl in this room," She whispered back, unsure what to say. It sounded alright and she didn't want to offend the boy who still looked twelve.

"Not really," His voice sounded disappointed. It made her lean back to stare into his eyes. Those big brown eyes had looked away from her, looking glum.

"I can make any girl happy. But..." Mitsukuni thought about all those girls he entertained, thinking how none of them really went as far as really asking him out. Nothing that wasn't serious enough. "I really want...a girl...to make me happy."

She wasn't sure how to respond to that. Her mind quickly kicked into gear, squeezing his hand. She gave him a big smile.

"Could I..." Arana wasn't sure where this was going, "at least...make you happy...for just...tonight?"

Mitsukuni almost stopped dancing at the question. Girls would always do things to make him smile and laugh. It was usually when he was pulling his 'shota' gig with the Host Club. He liked to see those smiling faces. He really enjoyed it. This just so happened to be the first time that one girl actually said it and meant it. It sounded so deeply sincere.

It wasn't just how she said it either. She looked bashful, halfway avoiding his gaze yet looking at him with kind eyes.

"I would hate to see you unhappy dancing with me," She quickly added, "it's no fun when only one person is smiling."

"Are you?"

"Y-yes, I am." Her voice broke, letting out a giggle that had bubbled up.

"Okay," Mitsukuni tugged her closer, "you can make me happy."

Arana felt his chin on her shoulder It was surprising that he could reached up to her shoulder with those stupid heels on. But she was enjoying the closeness of his body to hers. The music and the lights...

Everything just seem to fit.

"You never told me your name," He whispered.

"It's...Arana."

The night was ending soon. Arana checked the time. It was seven minutes until midnight. That was when she realized she had dance five dances and then some with Mitsukuni. She was having so much fun that she forgot the time. Her eyes catch some movement. It was Kire. She was motioning with her hands to have her come forward and walk with her. The amber haired maiden looked tired and tipsy. Arana guess by the frown Kire didn't have a good night.

"I have to go," She moved away from him, "I think I may need to drive my friend home."

She bows to Mitsukuni, "Thank you for the dances...I know I agreed to only one but-"

"I had fun dancing with you." Mitsukuni took her hand, leaving a kiss on the back of her palm.

Arana blushed, "well...I...thank you...I...I hope...to see you again?"

Mitsukuni nodded. He watched the pretty girl with the peach colored dress, soft curls, and lavender perfume disappeared from his sight into the crowd. Takashi approached him from behind, frowning at the look that appeared on his cousin's face.

"I'll be okay, Takashi." He tried to smile, "at least we had a good time. We really should invite the others to the next one. It's not as fun without the others here, right?"

Takashi nodded, giving a half smile to Mitsukuni.

"We should leave. It's late."

Mitsukuni turned, ready to follow Takashi out of the manor to head back to the vehicle. He was stopped in his tracks when he heard a voice.

"Mitsukuni!"

Arana had come back, moving fast through the crowd. She looked frantic. She finally spotted him. Mitsukuni stared at the wide eyed girl. Before he could do or say anything to her, she was already rushing up to him. Her hands come up, cupping his face. She pulled him forward. Her lips landed on his, with her eyes closed.

This was a first for him.

Her soft lips moved under his, to which Mitsukuni responded without thinking of what was going on.

His arms comes around, with his hands holding onto her waist. He pulled her closer to his body. Her hands had moved from his face to his hair. The kiss was sweet yet warm. It gave him the sensation of melting. It wasn't long before Arana broke the kiss. She pulled back with gray eyes dancing and her cheeks as pink as her lips.

"Thank you...I...I don't want to forget this night and...I won't forget this moment. No regrets." The last words sounded more for herself then for him.

Arana brushed a kiss against his cheek before leaving him. She left behind a stunned seventeen year old. One whom she passionately kiss without warning. She left him with the memory of that kiss because she did not want regrets. A moment she wanted to remember forever.

A moment that would end up changing her life forever.

How was she supposed to know in that very instant, in that very moment, that she stole a kiss from one of the members of the Ouran Host Club?

Well, as you all know, once you meet a member, there is no turning back.

Once you are welcomed, you are welcomed forever.

"I saw what you did," Kire had followed Arana back into the party when she said she had forgotten something. Kire smirked, knowing full well who Arana had kissed. Arana didn't noticed the smirk. She got into the driver's seat while Kire got in next to her.

"No regrets. I made a promise to Mom. I won't just stay in my shell. I'll live life!"

"Yes, you did. Maybe, he'll come looking for you?"

"I don't think so. A guy like that? Never."

"Never say never," Kire smirked, giggling as they drove away from the party.