Hello, so I'm imafangirlforever. I'm planning on an Ouran Highschool Host Club OC fanfiction named "Hosts' Guards". The OCs will be in a Special Tasks Force managed by the Ootori family, who are hired by Kyoya to protect the Hosts from a group targeting Japan's young heirs. I'm an inconsistent writer, but I hope you'll all give my story a go.

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It was a wonderful day to be out walking, Rei thought to herself. The Sun was shining. The birds were chirping. Everything was perfe-

Rei's phone rang. She immediately scowled and dug through her purse to pull it out. Stupid phone, always ringing at the wrong times. She swore that it did that on purpose.

"Hello?" she asked in that overly-fake voice everyone used for phone calls.

"Is this Koizumi Reiko of the Special Tasks Force?"

Her cheery façade faded as she lowered her voice. "Yes, and who is this?"

"My name is Kyoya, and I'm from the Ootori family. I'm assigning you to a new mission..."

He kept talking, and she nodded her head a few times and murmured a few 'yes, I understand's. Shutting her phone and storing it back in her brand-name purse, she started heading back to the mansion. No, she would not call it her home. The Task Force was more of a home to her than the giant house. Strange, how even though she was surrounded by people in the high society, she always felt more comfortable with her 'commoner' friends.

She was back. She stopped at the front gate, punching a code into the machine that opened the gates. 'For security measures', her father had replied when asked why he installed it. More like to keep her from running away. She snorted and shook her head, not amused.

As she walked on the path leading to the mansion, she couldn't help but admire the stone fountains and marble statues put as decor. Stiff and boring as he might be, she shared the same taste as her father when it came to style.

She rapped her left hand on one of the twin doors, waiting for someone to open it. It was, moments later, by a rather skinny young maid.

"Koi-Koizumi-sama! Th-thank goodness," she stammered, obviously in relief as she bowed and moved aside for her to enter. "Where have you been? The servants have been in a state of panic since you left."

"On a journey through life," she said nonchalantly, walking pass the maid and knocking on two matching mahogany doors. She paused for a moment, and hearing someone call "come in", opened the doors and went inside.

The sight of her father's bedroom was something to behold. A large bed, ordered from a certain company in France, took up barely half of the room. Two velvet chairs faced each other across a small crystal table. Extravagant royal-blue silk curtains were pulled back to reveal a giant glass window. Her father was sitting in one of the chairs, holding a steaming cup of tea.

"Father." She curtsied stiffly, eyes never leaving the stoic man. "I have something I wish to talk to you about."

"Reiko." He nodded at her to sit down, gesturing at the other cup of tea on the table.

She remained standing.

Father and child stared at each other in a silent standoff, not moving a muscle. Finally, the man relented, sighing as he asked, "What is it?"

"I need you to sign transfer papers to Ouran Academy."

The man shot straight up in surprise, most likely remembering those long hours when he tried to convince her of transferring to the elite school. She had adamantly refused, saying she was fine with her current school.

"Is something… the matter with Lobelia?" he asked carefully, as if mentioning her school's name would set off an explosion.

"Of course not, I just wished to have a change of scenery," she said sarcastically. Lowering her voice, she whispered, "It's for my 'nighttime job'."

His eyes narrowed, and he hissed. "I told you never to speak of that to me again. I don't know why I let you do that, but I do. So in return, keep your mouth shut-"

"For the sake of the company," she finished, rolling her eyes. "Yes, yes. Now you and I both know that you wanted me to go to Ouran. So, here's your chance to convince me it's the better school. I already filled out the papers, you just need to sign here."

She thrust a small stack of papers at the man and walked out of the room.

She stared at her phone for a second. "So I'm guarding someone named Hikaru, huh... he'd better not be a spoiled bastard, or I'll kick his ass."

On that happy note, she walked off.