Hi everyone! This is my second Ouran host club story and I'm making this as a tribute to my best friend at college =) Hope you enjoy this wonder woman! (my nickname for her.) Anyway, I'm going to be basing these characters on real people and I guess I should explain the story behind this one. We were wondering who would fall into certain categories for the host club and ended up deciding to make this story... not a good explanation but enjoy. Each chapter will a different character's POV (point of view) anyway I will post a warning for this story now. Warning: Includes some swearing, some fight scenes, boyxboy (for one character only) Hope you all enjoy!

-Jasmine's POV-

You know how they say sometimes, don't judge a book by it's cover? Well sometimes

I better introduce myself then, my name is Jasmine, or Jasmine Ootori if you're feeling formal. I live in the humble towns of England… Except... it wasn't really that humble... and it wasn't really a town. England gets a lot of hype but other than London there's not much worth seeing, but it was nothing I wasn't used to! I was used to living like this, I went to a decent, school correction... Actually correction: I used to go to a decent school before I was forced out to go to a boarding school where I now study law and accounting to follow my family's reputation. Want to know more about me? I am sixteen years old and as people would ask; my best quality? I am stronger and more competent mentally than anyone else you would find or expect to find. I have destroyed and obliterated people with just plain words and still had time to go home and watch Sherlock with time to spare.

But I'm going off topic, I better explain it from the beginning and so I shall.

It all began one ordinary day at my school.

It was a rich high school, even though the area itself seemed nothing special, I had only got in because the school had seen my grades and seen my last name, allowing me the honour to enrol, though I had no choice in the matter... in fact I seemed to find that

The sunlight slowly streaked through the window as I turned and felt it's warmth on my face.

A gateway stood near the road with two large rusty iron gates with the sign; Ouran high-school, where we all work together no matter how different we are. "Oh please", I turned as a figure sighed next to me "The only reason my parents sent me here was because I am not like them and some how that means I have some kind of disease...Being not rich automatically means I have some kind of Virus." The figure rolled their eyes and I watched their pale blue and emerald green colour move.

Me and the boy tended to have something in common; we never spoke to people much (except for when we were forced to) and tended to keep to ourselves. "Oh come on Harry, It's not that bad."

Yeah, that was Harry, one of my best friends. We had met at our old school, he had been on an exchange at that time as he was studying to be an actor. He seemed to be quite ambitious about it, moving from Bunkyo in Tokyo where our new school was, and where his family lived. The boy seemed quite intent on leaving and never looking back... after I found out about his family, I had quickly understood why. "I guess you're right." He beamed and put his hands behind his head as he cheerfully looked up to the clear sky. "After all, another day, another penny made!" He chuckled softly.

I took in the sight of the boy in better detail.

We were both wearing the same uniform, which sometimes got me the odd stare or two. It was a pale blue/purple jacket over a pearly white, button up and collar shirt with a matching black tie. His black trousers had been made to skinny fit which framed him quite well though personally I tended to enjoy the similar style myself. On his chest pocket he wore a golden broach which we both shared and the school's insignia. Our height wasn't that different. We weren't both tool but we weren't short either.

The main different between us? His skin was lightly tanned while mine was a light caramel. His hair was a faint golden/honey colour and mine was ink black. His eyes were the mixture of turquoise and emerald, mine were a hazel nut brown. He was sweet and an hopelessly, cute romantic. I was a loveable, dangerous bitch, (which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Just meant I got on with things more). But you know what was the most different thing between us? Was mostly our sanity.

Because anyone who thinks that Damon in the vampire diaries is not as hot as Klaus, is obviously insane!When ever I see that Salvator brother on my laptop, I can't help but hug it. Harry can keep Klaus, and I can have my fangirl wedding.

Looking towards the main building, it stood tall in front of me, two floors with light brick work and vines that grew up the side, the roof was circle and made of glass, like that of an observatory, the windows were tall taking up majority of most of the floors; large clear French windows, it was like a puppy trying to make itself look big in front of the big dogs. The path was made of gravel and walked straight past a small lake and circle of trees where flowers blossomed. It looked a nice place to sit and read, I noted to myself... but I didn't get much time to sit and read. It's not easy going to a high prep school and being accountant of a high earning group.

The front gardens were set with cobblestones and lead to a small pond and maze of hedges while a shallow creek, slithered through the front area. We sometimes came and sat lunch here on the rare occasion. "You realise if we're late, we will never hear the end of it off-"
"Finish that sentence and I will put you on a double shift." I teased and watched a mock hurt cross his face.
"A double shift? You mean? I will have to be adored by hot boys all day long and have them fawn over me? Oh how ever will I survive." He laughed and I smiled slightly.
"Well... onto work shall we?"
"Sure... what is our theme today?"
"It's a surprise, but don't worry. I have the costumes planned and ready." I grinned as my heels clicked along the ground. My arms were wound tightly around a pile of books while Harry's were embracing a large cuddly snow white teddy with a large pink bow around the neck. Others often it was strange to see a sixteen year old with such a large cuddly teddy bear, but it was made for Harry by his big brother just after he had came out. I remember seeing how happy Harry was after he had been given the gift, and now? My best friend hardly ever let it out of his sights let alone sit it down.

Me however?

I looked down smugly at my pile of books. Smuggled into the middle of them was a small fake hard book. Sure, to the onlooker it looked perfectly normal, but inside I kept something more personal to me; A gift from my own older brother.

I smiled down as I slowly took out my clipboard from inside which was mixed amongst some papers and filing I had been working on for the Host club. It was the very same clipboard. It wasn't exactly a teddy bear like Harry had been given... but it meant something to me.

And that was all that mattered.

But now was not a time to be nostalgic but a time to get down to work.

-Break-

As I walked towards the music room I couldn't help but grin smugly. This was my world, I had power over what happened in it. When it came to the host club, while I may not be the forward princess of the club. I may account mostly and keep our client list going while advertising ourselves in the club- Oh lets be honest. Without me in the club, there wouldn't be a club.

I am the glue which kept this whole club together.

Originally the club had been disbanded you see, our siblings, my older brother: Kyoya and Harry's older brother; Honey. They had left the host club in the hands of the oncoming generation... but what they had left me to sort out?

Debts, debts and more bloody debts!

Their finally going party had left them absolutely destroyed in funds. Naturally there was going to be no need to pay them back since the Host club had been disbanded. But now? Now there was me and the others to deal with it! Me. Jasmine Ootori. Harry Haninozuka. Michael and Damon Hitachiin. Zack Morinozuka and finally Connor Suoh: Their prince and so called leader who had brought us all together.

But lets be honest. Without me and Harry... this club wouldn't be back together.

I barely glanced up as I came to the famous room.

~Music room 3~

The heavy set doors were a pale blue with golden, grafted handles.

I couldn't help but smirk as my light blue heels stabbed onto the ground, making their sound echo, warning of my presence. The doors glided swiftly over the elegant tiled floors which had been personally designed and grafted by only the best designers. The salmon pink walls were scripted and held hand carvings which had cost a fair amount to fix and remodel after recent events of a small fight breaking out... I shall leave names out for the sake of the clubs reputation.
I wonder if Harry, Michael and Damon have founds their costumes yet-
"JASMINE! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Roared an angry set of three voices.
"They found them." I nodded and turned to look out the windows as light flooded inside.

It was the perfect day for what I had planned. I had cleared it with my father later to arrange some time at our beach mansion. Some time on the beach? That would be more than perfect to attract some new customers to our doors. The school was always desperate for some trips to get out of class. The host club came under business and accorded with a lot of our lesson requirements: Acting, maths, business skills, design, art. Plus the teachers were always eager to get us out of the way.

It meant they got a peaceful hour to themselves away from each of us.

"JASMINE I SWEAR TO GOD!"

That brought me out of my thoughts.

That and the knock at the door.

I glanced over my shoulder as two girls walked in dragging crates of supplies and long white, silken backs on coat hangers. I guess they were the left over costumes which still haven't arrived. "Music room three?" One girl asked. She was tall with blond hair and deep eyes. She wore some jeans, converse trainers and a plain white shirt with a hooded jacket. Her light blond hair was tied back in a pony tail and seemed to be neatly curled under a hat. "Yeah um, we're from the chemistry plus the technology and design labs? We have an order for a Miss Jasmine?" The taller girl stated.

I just walked over and quickly signed the necessary forms with my black, fountain pen. "You both new around here?" I asked half heartedly as my mind was half focused on getting the events for today sorted... and half focused on how the hell Moriarity had come back on Sherlock! I mean? Serious how the hell could he have-
"Yeah. My name is Louisa... I'm here on a Scholarship." She shrugged and looked walked out as she began to pull more crates in.
"You got a name?" I asked bluntly as I looked at the more withdrawn smaller girl. In some ways she seemed to remind me very much of Harry's older brother. She as shorter than me. Her hair was the same ink black colour. Her smile was pearly while she had her hair tied back in two pony tails that went back onto her shoulders.
"Hannan." She said timidly and went out the room to follow her friend.
"Have I got the plague."
"No you just got crushes for a fictional character!" Five set of voices called through.
"Maybe I should reduce the size on the costumes-" I began but was cut off as a panicked chorus of "Please no!" Made their way back towards me and I grinned. "Okay. When you're ready come out."
"I'm not coming out!"
"Honestly you're worse than a bunch of girls." I rolled my eyes and walked over towards the back of the room where a set of curtains were holding up by the corner. "I mean, come on already." I ripped away the curtain and was met by sets of shrieks as all tried to hind behind each other.

I fixed a raised eyebrow and doubtful look on the boys as I looked at the two brothers in the front who had become the shield for the others... Correction. The two brothers Michael and Damon had become the shield for Connor, while Zack had become the human shield for Harry.

I guess I better explain what I had planned. There had been a lot of press about the new Percy Jackson books being released and in light of dropping customers, I had started planning new event days. Todays event was ancient Greece and Rome. Next week was the Doctor who planned event, and then the week after was still yet to be thought of. I had organised the art class and theatre club to begin work on some costumes.

Michael and Damon were in front. Both brothers seemed exactly alike in appearance. Deep brown hair and softly olive, pale skin. Their eyes were just like their older brother's. A faint trace of amber in a soft caramel colour. They were perfect. One was wearing a silver tunic of the goddess Artemis: That was Damon. The silver moonlight wrist band and laurel wreath in his hair really did bring out the colour of his eyes. Similarly how the golden tunic and plated body piece of the god Apollo suited Michael. They seemed perfect to fit the twins of the gods, and now they were perfect! Take away the costumes and I will be able to tell the difference between then, even if there were only very subtle differences which I had begun to recognise. Michael was more of an emotional one, though he hid it more than Damon. He was always the protective brother in the back. Even if it was just a step behind or maybe the smallest difference of a smile.

It was my job to make sure I knew everything about those working in my club.

Zack on the left of me was tall, thin yet strongly toned. Beneath his fur, Hercules tunic was, and I'm pretty sure of it; a strong set tone of abs. His body had been oiled and was lightly bronzed. Sandals were tied up around his calf's and finished his perfect image. "Okay. So far so Good. Where's my Zeus?" I scanned around and watched behind them a head poked up from the cover. Connor's deep and strange purple eyes regarded me steadfastly. His blond hair spiked up under a golden crown as he wore a perfect white Greek tunic with black belt. His wrists were bound with golden bands and seemed to finish the luxurious image that I had thought of. "Perfect." I nodded. "Now where's my-"
"I'm. Not. Coming. Out." Harry stated and I rose an eyebrow.
"Yes you are. You look adorable as Cupid-"
"It's Eros!" He moaned as he stepped out from behind Zack.

He wore a simple white Tunic like Connor, though the hem of his tunic and around his arms was gold trimming. A quiver of arrows rested on his back as did a functioning pair of mechanical wings which were covered with swan feathers... getting those feathers had cost more than a pretty penny. "Aw you look adorable!"
"I wanted to be Poseidon!"
"Well you're Cupid-" I stopped myself. "Eros." I quickly corrected and watched him nod. "Besides. I'm sure Hercules will look after you, little love shot."
"Don't call me that-" Harry fell silent as he was carried away by Zack to finish the rest of his costume. Damon and Michael set the curtain back up quickly and I smirked as I turned and was handed a large dress bag by the two girls. "Okay boys. For this time, and this time only. What are the rules of the Host club?"

I heard a collected groan but the others quickly fell in and all spoke in sync. "Rule one." I mocked putting a hand to my ear and heard a chorus of groans.
"Never turn away a customer."
"Rule two."
"Never go against a customers wishes." They moaned.
"Rule three." I sang.
"Never mix pleasure with business."
"And the most important one? rule four?"
"Never fall in love or date a customer." All sighed.
"Good."

I glanced over my shoulder as I watched more figures beginning to bring in crates and set up the area for the day's events.

"I want everything to be ready... time to reel in the money." I smirked and walked slowly behind a curtain. "It's time to get my groove on."