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


Leilani was trying her best to ignore the numerous glares. She really was. But no matter what she did - even with all the strength she pried from every molecule in her body - the heavy, tingling sensation warping her stomach told the young teenager that something was seriously wrong.

It was five past three and she was walking down the corridor. She was heading straight towards the third Music Room. But along the way it seemed as if every single student body had the nerve to catapult a dirty glare at the female.

Geez, how rude.

So in retaliation to the strangers who were angrily gunning hate in her general direction, it was only in kind for Leilani to repay the gesture: ten-fold. Leilani banished all feeling from her eyes and glared one sneering (particular) boy - a fairly big boy at that. So when she saw him recoil and look away, Leilani could not resist painting a dirty smirk of satisfaction right across her face.

But no matter. With her pride aside and her thought taking over, it was like the entire cosmos wanted to strike her down with a vengeance. Yet why it wanted to do so was something she did not know or have the answer to.

Leilani breezed over the possibilities and her mind (which sustained the attention span of a noodle) led her to only one untimely conclusion. And as pathetic as it sounded, Leilani could only think of the fat, green-shelled, slimy snail she accidentally crushed under her foot this morning.

Ugh. Leilani shuddered at the memory. The feeling of squishing a poor, little, slimy bugger under her foot was one of the things she really didn't like doing. Just… the sound, the feeling, the crunch. And, okay, the notion of a snail seeking revenge sounded absolutely stupid! But to her, the concept seemed practical and plausible too, especially if the tiny organism had an evilly spiritual side.

Oh, dear.

Was it out to get her for squashing it? But-but c'mon! Give her a break. She sincerely apologised to the creature five hundred times! Uh, well. …Before leaving it to gurgle and bubble and die an… excruciatingly… painful… snail-paced death. All those shell remnants. Wedged in each of its orifices.

…Crumbs.

Well, that explains it. Perhaps it was the snail returning to haunt her. Plus, let's face it - if Leilani had been in its position, even she'd want to come back from the underworld and make damn sure that the person responsible for her death suffered a long and unbearably agonising punishment.

But then again.

On the other hand, she wasn't in its position and the young girl certainly was not a slug-related creature with slimy antennas on her head and a shell on her back who took four hours just to get from her class to wherever.

"Ah, cut it out. You're being immature," she said, and after telling herself off, Leilani had soon found herself standing before a tall, pink coloured barrier - the entrance to the third Music Room. Leilani then took another moment to simply point out how gay looking the door was. I mean, c'mon. Pink? Ha-ha. How about we put little cupcake prints on it too?

Ahem. Anyway. Her brown eyes then turned to the slip of paper in her hands.

There was a silence while the young girl stared hard at the slip. It was almost like she was expecting the sheet to stand up and do the 'Peanut Butter Jelly'. Or maybe expose its secrets to the purpose and reason of life. On it, she understood that the Japanese inscriptions basically said: "Come to the 3rd Music Room after class."

Well.

Leilani tilted her head to the side.

She was pretty sure that was what it said. Sad to say, Leilani's grasp of the unique language wasn't a talent to be envied. The only words she was confidently fluent in were the ones that could get you hip-deep in trouble. But concerning the note, at the least the writer was kind enough to put her classes under consideration. That was sarcasm, by the way.

Anyway, returning back to the plot. Leilani took a few minutes to fidget with the annoying red ribbon of her stupid, school uniform and flattened down the frumpy dress. Then swallowing the strange feeling in her gut, she knocked on the door and let herself in. And unexpectedly, waiting on the other side lurked the presence of six extremely, sinfully handsome males - all seated at a large, rectangle-shaped table.

The female sucked in a deep breath and reluctantly trembled, trying to control the heat rushing up to her face. Her stupid heart was beating like a drum set at a furious rock concert. The beats were all over the place! But what annoyed Leilani was the fact that the soles of her shoes had suddenly decided to glue themselves to the ground. Damn! Okay, she decided to go with it.

"H-hi," she said. Leilani then coughed and cleared her throat, hating the sound of her voice more than ever. "Um… Were-were you the ones who put this in my desk?"

The men didn't answer. Instead, they all stared at her for a long moment before Leilani was finally able to realise that she had just asked them a question in complete English. Damn, maybe they didn't understand what she was saying.

"Oh, I'm sorry… um, did you? Me? Paper…?"

And while she struggled to form the appropriate sentence in Japanese, she was making weird hand gestures between the note, herself and the band of six seated only a few feet away from her.

"Its fine, Miss Monreiqua," the blonde said, "We understand what you're saying. We also speak English. And yes, we put the letter in your desk. Well actually, Hikaru and Kaoru slipped it into your desk. Kyouya was the one who wrote it."

"Okay…" the female said slowly. One of her eye brows was raised, showing her sudden suspicion.

But Leilani was betrayed soon enough by her stupid body when she scanned the man's features. She was bewildered by the blonde's (fabulous) good looks, but she was later on able to absorb that the male's voice seemed somewhat… strange. At first, it sounded soft and (very) inviting, but listening harder the teen became aware that the softness seemed to cover up how cold it truly was. That and his strange purple eyes seemed really steely. Cold. Like, liquid nitrogen cold.

Everything about him and the company he kept sent trembles down her spine. But not the nice, oestrogen-inducing kind this time, it was the type that made her feel very uncomfortable.

Her mind and judgement was then no longer clouded by the embarrassing fantasies of reverse harem and Leilani was finally able to get her composure back in order.

"You're probably wondering why you're here," the (cute) boy in glasses pointed out.

"Obviously," Leilani snarked.

"Hm. But I think you know quite well why you're here."

Okay, now this guy's tone wasn't any better nor were his movements and attitude. The way he postured himself and his manner of dialogue… It was as if he was trying to intimidate her! Like he was trying to frighten something out of the woman.

His glasses glistened in the light with evil intentions and the aura he emanated was everything of business, power and… Leilani couldn't quite figure out the last appropriate adjective to fit to his description. But nonetheless, all of their body language continued to say that they were up to something awfully suspicious (though they were taking their time going about it).

Hmph, no more beating around the bush. Leilani wanted an explanation. Now.

"Well, that's true. I do know why I'm here," Leilani said disobediently, "I'm here, Mister…?"

"Ootori, Kyouya Ootori."

The young girl thought 'Bond, James Bond' the minute he said his name, but she shook it off.

Leilani gave him a stare that honestly didn't care about who he was and spared him a half-hearted smile that said, 'I don't like you but for the sake of being 'nice', it's admirable to know that you're the one who spent a few measly seconds of his life writing me this cryptic piece of shit called a 'note' (!)'.

Anyway, luckily for Leilani she didn't actually utter those words. Instead, the girl recalled how her grandma and mother educated the female in the proper art of etiquette, while her father taught the young girl how to say "that's nice" when actually she was saying "go fuck yourself".

Hmm. A rather lethal combination if Leilani did say so herself.

But we'll discuss that matter some other time. As for now…

"I'm here, Mr. Ootori, because of the weird note you and what's his face left in my desk. That's all there is to it. So, uh, d'you have anything else to say? 'Cuz if that is all, I think I should be leaving now. Unless, of course, you have something else you could possibly waste my time with."

Leilani was purposely using the smug accent of excellence, but while she did, the teen was slowly piecing together the various portions of the confusing event (while tossing in bits of her sarcasm at the same time). A: Their body movements suggested that the guys were not pleased; B: it involved her; C: her back chatting plus attitude just unpleased them further and D: …

Well, she didn't really know what 'D' was.

"Miss Monreiqua," Kyouya said rather loudly, stopping her from walking out on these crazy lunatics. The testosterone was making her queasy. "I don't think you quite understand how much trouble you're in."

"Trouble?" the girl scoffed. She turned to face him, crossing her arms and cocking her hip to the side. "What 'trouble'?"

The dark haired boy adjusted his glasses. "'What trouble?' The 'trouble' is that we have caught you in the act, Miss Monreiqua."

Okay, now things were getting a bit stupid as in borderline pathetic. First trouble, now talk of an act. This must be a messed up episode of Punk'd. Ha-ha, stupid Ashton Kutcher.

Leilani raised an eye brow in confusion and to response to her action, Kyouya fluidly tossed the folder he held in his hands directly upon the table. Its contents were split and it expanded out upon the surface, almost as if he had just poured an entire glass of water.

"Why don't you take a look?"

Leilani swallowed and cautiously neared the document. Too bad as a consequence, she saw something she wasn't anticipating.

Littered on the furniture's surface were various images. But what all of them portrayed was something truly unlike her. Every picture had at least a depiction of herself somehow bullying a brunette haired boy. There were photographs of his contents emptied in the school fountains, rude graffiti written on his property, eggs being thrown at him from afar and dozens of other embarrassing things Leilani thought only occurred in cliché chick flicks and ridiculous soap operas.

Leilani struggled to say something. Anything.

She looked up at the males, then back to the pictures, and back to the males. How many times she repeated that motion? She wasn't really counting. But the girl was pretty sure it was more than five.

"…Sweet, fancy Moses."

All those mean shows of hate. Each and every single one of them directed at the cute girly looking boy.

A disbelieving huff escaped her mouth. "Y-You think I did this?"

But alas, she already knew the answer to that question.

She returned her eyes once again to the evidence and frisked her fingers between each parchment.

"Holy shit."

The mental filter that cleaned out her horrid language had been broken. What the guys thought about her now was lost to the female.

Leilani snatched a picture and held it up for them to see. "Is this one even legal?"

They were all giving her the silent treatment although their eyes looked as if they could possibly melt metal.

Leilani scoffed and tossed the photo at the blonde and then said, "Honestly, I really don't believe it. I didn't do this. I mean, I don't even know this guy! What could I possibly have against him? I mean, what-? When-? Who-? Just who is he?"

"That is Haruhi Fujioka, a close friend of ours," Kyouya said.

"Well," she scoffed, "good for him. But I think this shit is wrong 'coz one: I don't know the dude, two: I'd never do this and three…"

Leilani looked at another image that practically had her big mug pasted on the front. It was a freaking close up! A close up! But you had to be close to get a close up. Jesus Christ, how could anyone get a fucking close up when the person of the close up wasn't even the perpetrator!

Okay, seriously, she needed to calm down.

"Okay. Hey, y'know what? Just stuff it. I know I had absolutely nothing to do with this shit so if this is some kind of sick joke then har har har, jerks, y'got me. I honestly don't need this stress or whatever on my shoulders anyway. So yeah, it was nice meeting you's."

After her speech, Leilani turned to leave, only to finally realise that with a kind of impressive, silent skill the two matching males had mastered, the identical-twin-like couple had somehow managed to get behind her while she was preoccupied with the conversation.

Unfortunately, that was all it took for a catastrophe to emerge.

They had emptied the water within the jars - right on Leilani. But the rotation she did, plus the thrust she used to step forward resulted in her startling the men. Things only got bad when the jars Hikaru and Kaoru were holding slipped from their fingers and landed on the marbled ground with an ear-splitting smash.

Shit.

Leilani took a step back in fright when the jars shattered on the ground. Her movement was sadly enough for her to slip on the remaining water that wasn't soaked up by her yellow sponge of a dress. As Leilani fell, gravity made all of her weight come down on her ankle which crunched and twisted on the sudden appliance. Her arse landed on porcelain flooring before her hands met the ground as well, luckily stopping possible pain coming to her back and cranium. The same could not be said when her weight made her wrists twist which also caused the sharp shards to wedge themselves into the flesh of her palms.

Double shit.

…Okay.

Leilani was in big, fat pain. She was cold and wet. She was bleeding like a what. She was embarrassed beyond all comprehension. And whether you believe it or not, she was just about ready to cry.

The burden of the situation was getfting unbearable.

But no, she would not cry. She refused to cry!

The frightening red that oozed from her flesh and mixed in with the water made the guys around her snap into motion.

The blonde had lost the cold ice in his eyes which was now replaced with genuine concern and regret. Tamaki was immediately at her side, as well as the two twins who were both apologizing whilst frantically waving their arms in the air.

"Kyouya, go get to the school doctor. Hikaru, Kaoru, find Haruhi and tell her what's happened. Mori-senpai, we need to move Miss Monreiqua to the sick bay. Hani-senpai, tell our customers that the club won't be open today." After Tamaki had yelled out his commands, he then turned his attention back to the trembling girl. He knew he had to confront Lady Leilani Monreiqua for the nasty things she did to Haruhi, but he never wanted to hurt her in anyway. Not like this.

Tamaki Suoh looked at Miss Monreiqua, observing the jagged shards of glass embedded in her hand. The young girl was trying to hide away, wiping and burying her face into the crook of her arm. Tamaki felt something tug in the place where his heart was.

"Please let me help you."

Tamaki reached for the drenched female to help her but instead, Leilani glared at him from behind her dripping hair.

"Don't."

It sounded like she had bit out the word. It was like a snarl. A poisonous snarl, strung together with pain and embarrassment. The young girl's eyes were glazed, her salty tears being restrained by some unknown will. But the emotion in her brown orbs could not be described with words. 'Pissed off' was a major understatement.

Her position made Tamaki feel as if he had been socked in the stomach. The guilt he felt was so strong, he nearly doubled over. He hated to see a woman so upset and watching Leilani rub at her reddening nose, sniffing lightly, he just wanted to do something, anything, to make her feel better. He hated that he was the cause of all this.

"Please, let me help you."

The Host Club King tried to reach out to her and assist the female once again, but she just whacked his hand away with her forearm.

"Touch me again and I'll shove my foot so far up your ass, you'll be talking shit for weeks."

Leilani unsteadily moved to stand and Tamaki paled at her venomous vow, looking up at her as the female stood to her feet. The boys surrounding her were rigid, like statues, waiting for something to happen, to reassure them so they could continue on with their Lord's command.

But Leilani said, "The last thing I need on this earth is your help."

"I'm sorry. This wasn't our inten-"

"Shut up! Just shut up and leave me alone!"

And with that, Leilani heavily limped away, escaping through the doors and into the hallways, utterly blind with rage and anger and agony.

Fuck. She'd never been so humiliated in her life.


(Author's Notes)

Hello, my dear readers. I hope you have enjoyed the very first chapter of my very first Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction :) Oh, to be completely honest, I was quite ecstatic about writing this baby up. I have so many ideas stored in my cesspool of a brain, but they're all in disarray. (Sighh). Nonetheless, I would truly appreciate it if you could please read and review and tell me what you think. When it concerns me, your thoughts and your criticism is greatly valued.

P.S. There will be romance and there will be a coupling, but will it involve Leilani at all? Oohh [Dun, dun, duuuun]

-"Leilani Katarina Monreiqua": Pronounced 'Ley-la-knee Cat-a-reena Mon-ree-qwaa'.

-Senpai/Sempai: "This title suggests that the addressee is one's senior in a group or organisation."

-"Hani-senpai": I'd much rather use 'Hani-senpai' than 'Hunny-senpai' for Mitsukuni, since its closer to his official last (or first?) name, 'Haninozuka'.

-Reverse harem: "Reverses the gender balance in 'harem', where a female character is romantically involved with many male characters."

-(!): Represents sarcasm or sometimes a joke.


Love,
Miss Marion.