Author's Note: Hi! It's me again. I took a break from my Gorillaz fan fiction and wrote an Ouran High School Host Club one. So, yeah. I just also wanted to put in that I haven't watched all of the episodes yet, so some of these details may not be as accurate as possible. But I'll try, and when I finish the series it will most likely be edited. So, here's "Rei's Story: Obstacles"! Enjoy! :) And I changed her name. This was just a really bad placeholder until I found one I liked! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club.

"But Father!"

"No buts, you need to stop all of this aggression."

"But I can't go to a private school! I'll have no time to practice..."

"Then you'll quit."

"No, Father! This is all I have left!"

"Well then, you'll have to pay for it."

"What?"

"You heard me. I'm cutting off all of your funds. From now on, I'm only responsible for feeding and clothing you and paying for your education."

"Father!"

"This is my decision and it's final! You will be attending Ouran Private Academy whether you like it or not! And we are moving to Japan, whether you like it or not! You better be glad Japanese is your second language. Now go to your room and rest. I have already made preparations."

"You wouldn't do this if she was alive."

"Rei, go to your room. NOW!"

"I HATE YOU!"

Chapter 1: First Day of School... Yay...

I stopped my skateboard in front of a large pink building. I moaned. This school even looked girly. That's why I didn't buy the uniform. There was no way I was riding down the street in that thing. I would've had to pay for it myself anyway. He wants me to go here, but he doesn't even buy me the damn uniform.

I stomped my skateboard and it flew into my hands. I was already enrolled at this school, so I really had nothing to worry about on the topic of adults. I was late anyway, and so it was already a break time of some sort. Japanese schools are a lot different than American schools.

I checked my watch and realized that it was three already. Oh, that might be why, I missed my first day of school. I must've slept in too late. Oh, well, I might as well explore while I'm here.

I pushed open the gate and strolled into the school. It was definitely a rich kid's school, I can tell you that. They were all hanging out, chatting about how their limos just broke down, or their private jets are soooo late most of the time. I rolled my eyes. It's these people who've set our stereotype: snots who love to waste their money on the most impractical things. Well, that definitely doesn't explain me at all.

Suddenly, I was drawn over to a sweet cherry red motorcycle. It was parked on the grass (not a very strict fancy school, I guess...) and it looked brand new. It was shiny, and it had that new bike smell (similar to new car smell). I remember when me and my father used to ride motorcycles together, but that all changed when she died...

I was snapped out of my memories by a loud "HEY!"

I fell into the bike and it tipped over. I gasped as time seemed to go in slow motion, like life wanted to rub it in my face that it was falling, and I couldn't save it. Or could I? I reached out to grab it and try to stand, but time sped up again and I was tumbling head over heels in the grass, to the sound of a loud crash. Shit, this is just what I needed on the first day of school. I miss the actual school part, and now I broke some kid's bike. Greeeat.

I stopped tumbling, regained my balance, and stood up. I turned around and hoped that it was a scrawny kid who would be easy to "persuade". But, to my not-surprise, it was a giant kid with huge muscles, and he had a gang of kids trailing behind him, probably five or six, I was too nervous to count.

I realize I must look pretty pathetic from their standpoint. I had jeans and a "Panic! At The Disco" t-shirt on. My hair is a short cut semi-spiked in the front look, with most of it dyed black, but the part in the front was blue. My arms aren't that muscle-y from a looking standpoint, and my aviators just made me look suspicious. So, long story short, I'm a weird, punk, weak, suspicious kid to these ruffians who call themselves high schoolers.

The kid in front, who I'm guessing owns the cycle, comes up to me with a vein popping out of his forehead. "What did you do to my bike?"

"I was looking at it," I said calmly, "until you scared me and I fell on it."

"Don't try to blame this on me, punk," he said, stabbing his finger at my face, which I swiftly stepped back to avoid.

"Look, pal," I started with a firm tone, "this bike was shit anyway. Why don't you go ask Daddy to buy you a new one?"

"Don't you call my bike shit!" he yelled, pushing me to the ground. I quickly sprung back up on instinct. I got into a fighting stance, ready for anything.

"Oh, look boys," he called back to his gang, "we've got a pretty ballerina." They all started laughing, and I got so angry, I gave a good solid punch to his nose, and I felt a crack.

I stood up straight and smiled at him on the ground, his mouth wide open in shock.

"Who's the ballerina now, tough guy?" I jeered. His friends were all staring at him on the ground in shock as well. I guess none of them have ever gotten punched before.

I could've done more than broke his nose, but that's when I remembered:

"And if I hear anything about you being violent in school, I won't clothe you either. Try paying for that, too."

Shit, I can't do much more. I'm gonna have to make a run for it while I still can.

"Look, it's been a blast, but I gotta go somewhere, so take this as a warning, and we'll forget about the whole bike thing, okay?"

"No chance, ballerina," he said, standing up while holding his nose, "Me and my friends are gonna make you black and blue all over, times six."

I then took off sprinting. If they weren't bluffing, I doubt they were gonna give me a ten second head start. I opened the door and raced into the building.

I'm an extremely fast runner, but even with my speed, I could still hear the screams and threats of the guys behind me.

I ran up a flight of stairs and down a hall, looking for a room I could hide in that wouldn't have people in it that would be suspicious of a breathless kid coming in and hiding.

I finally reached a door and skidded to a halt in my skating sneakers. They have good traction, so you can stay on the board more easily. That's when I realized I left my board in the grass outside. Aww, man. I can't afford another one. But I can't afford a new face, either, so I think we should worry about my face first. I read the sign, and it said "The Third Music Room". Perfect, an old abandoned music room.

I opened and shut the door as fast as I could, and it caused a loud bang.

I held the door closed for a couple seconds, catching my breath. I was way ahead of them, so I had time. But a loud "Welcome!" behind me made me jump and scream.

I turned around to see a group of boys dressed up as knights. Oh, great, I'm in a geek club.

"Okay," I said quickly, "sorry to intrude on your renaissance club or whatever, but I really need to hide."

They all looked kind of confused, but after a couple seconds a boy with glasses stepped forward and said, "Of course, since you look like you sincerely need it right now. Mori-sempai," he said, turning towards the tall black haired one, "can you take this gentleman to the changing room?"

He nodded and walked over to me and gave me a nod as well.

"Follow me," he said, walking away rather fast. I blinked a couple times, trying to gather myself, but quickly followed after. I don't know about you, but I wanna live, and I also want clothing, so I'm at an impasse with only one possible means of escape.

He showed me to a room with several curtained-off areas and led me into one of them. He leaned in the doorway while I took a seat on the bench.

"Is everything in this whole place pink?" I asked, giving a small smile. I don't like tension. You should only get that in your muscles while fighting.

He just nodded, and I was silent. He was apparently not the talkative type.

I then heard the door opening and closing. I was instantly on my feet and all ears, trying to decide if I should run or stay hidden.

"Welcome, friends!" said a dramatic voice, "Why do you come to our humble club this afternoon?"

"We're looking for a kid with weird hair, weird clothes, and sunglasses."

"And why do you need this particular child?" the dramatic voice asked.

"To beat him to a pulp for wrecking my bike!"

There was a chorus of "Yeah!" and "You tell them, boss!" afterwards, and I was contemplating whether to run for my life or not. I looked at the silent boy who was in here with me, and he met my gaze and shook his head "no". I nodded back, but I was secretly ready to run at the point of trouble.

"Why would you want to beat someone? That's so cruel!" the dramatic voice said. I rolled my eyes and muttered "Drama queen, much?" and I think I got a small smile from the silent boy.

"Shut up, pal! We know he's here, and we need to show him who can break whose nose!"

The silent boy gave me a questioning look, and I just gave an innocent smile and shrugged.

"Well, we can assure you that he isn't here," said a voice I recognized as the boy with the glasses'.

"I don't believe you, nerd," he retorted.

"Please sir," said a cute voice, and I saw the quiet kid's eyes open up wider as soon as he heard it, "can you just leave? I'll give you some cake."

"I don't want any of your cake!" the guy yelled, and there was a loud crash. Then, there was the sound of someone crying. The silent boy ran out of the room. I tried to grab hold of him, but he was too fast, and I didn't want to blow my cover.

"Are you all right?" I heard a deep voice say from behind the curtain, and I recognized it as the quiet boy's voice.

"Mori-sempai," the dramatic voice said. Mori. I thought that was the name I heard earlier.

"I'm okay. Some of the glass came up and cut me, though," the cute voice whimpered, still getting over tears.

It was silent for a while, then I heard "Would you like your nose broken a second time?"

"Not by the likes of you, pretty boy," he snapped. Oh no, they're not gonna fight for me. I can't let them do that.

I looked out of the curtain and saw Mori giving the kids a dark stare, and a tiny blone boy behind him sniffling. The one with the glasses caught my gaze and gave me a look that screamed 'go back in there', but I shook my head. If anyone was gonna break his nose again, it would be me.

Just then, two of the bikers saw me and ran towards me. I ducked back into the curtain and got into a fighting stance.

They bolted in at full speed and knocked me down with enough force to push me back into the wall. I was pinned.

The leader ran in shortly afterwards, and he strolled up to me and promptly stuck his face into mine.

"Not so cocky now, are we, ballerina?"

"That's what you think," I said, launching my foot up to kick him in the face, but he swiftly dodged the kick by a couple centimeters and a couple of his other biker friends ran in and grabbed my legs and held them down.

"Nice try, twinkle toes, but you ain't getting anywhere," he sneered into my face.

His friends laughed and jeered at me. I should've seen this coming. It's high school, not an action movie. I should've thought this one out more.

"Look, I'll pay you back," I said, struggling a little.

"No chance," he said, winding up his fist, "You're face will be payment enough. Now, take off his glasses."

One of his gang took off my glasses, even though I struggled. I really didn't want them to take off my sunglasses. As soon as they came off, his eyes got wide, and he smirked.

"Ballerina has girl eyes! That's too funny!" he laughed. All of his friends looked and started laughing too.

I gave him a cold look of hatred. Yes, I had girlish eyes. They were big, ocean blue ones. My eyes embarrass me. That's why I wore shades, since those made me look relatively rich and covered my eyes at the same time.

"Shut up," I muttered, "I really don't need any of this crap right now. I'll pay you back, I swear."

"No, this is just priceless!" he gasped, searching for air to suck because he was laughing too hard. "You look just like a girl!"

I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, I understand this. Can I go now?"

"Nope," he smirked, finally catching his breath, "I'm gonna highlight those pretty blue eyes with black right now."

He wound up, and I prepared for a black eye or broken nose. Whichever came first.

When I felt no impact, I opened my eyes to find Mori standing over an unconscious biker.

All of his gang slowly let go of me. They quickened their pace when Mori shifted his gaze from the biker to them. They heaved their leader's arms over their shoulders and tried to drag him away, but were stopped at the door by two identical boys with orange hair.

"Where do you think you're going?" they both asked the gang simultaneously.

"As far away from here as possible!" one squeaked, shaking at the knees.

"Oh, you can't go yet," said one of the two boys.

"Because you'll just come back again, like a pesky insect," the other finished.

"Fine, but we want something in return!" another said.

"Yeah! Our boss wants money back!" another demanded.

"I'll get it to you," I said, standing myself up, "but I need some time."

"By the end of the school year, we better have 10,000,000 yen," another threatened, "or all terms are off!"

I felt faint. My father wouldn't give me that kind of money! I'm done for!

"Fine," the twins said, and I held back a shriek, "he'll have it."

"Good, now let us through," one growled.

"Gladly," they said, stepping to the side, but leaving their feet out to trip the bikers.

"End of the year, ballerina," one yelled as they ran away, "or you'll hear it from us!"

I silently stared after them, shocked speechless. 10,000,000 yen. How was I gonna do that? I was totally and utterly screwed.

The rest of the club entered after that. They all went and conversed, and I just kept thinking of the money. What was I gonna do?

"Well, that was an adventure," said the dramatic voice, which I could now pair with the tall blonde boy, "What did you do to get them riled up like that?"

"I... tipped over that guy's bike," I muttered.

"Well, that's what they get for bringing it on school property," said a shorter brunette.

"Why don't they just take their limousine like everyone else?" the twins asked, shrugging.

"Or walk," added the brunette, getting a bunch of rolled eyes in retaliation.

"Haruhi, if they could afford a limousine, why walk?" asked one twin.

"It's just a thought," said the brunette, or Haruhi, I think.

"And it's a wonderful thought!" said the blonde one, obviously trying to kiss up to Haruhi.

"Putting that aside," said the boy with glasses, "why don't we introduce ourselves? I am Kyoya."

He extended his hand, and I shook it.

"And this is Honey," he gestured to the small blonde boy, who gave me a big smile and ran over and hugged me.

"It's nice to meet you!" he said in the cutest voice I'd ever heard, "And this is Usa-chan!"

Honey held up a stuffed bunny, still smiling, and I eventually picked up on the fact that I was supposed to greet it.

"Hello, Usa-chan," I said, shaking the rabbit's hand. He gave me a big smile and ran back to Mori.

"And those are the twins," Kyoya continued, "Hikaru and Kaoru."

As he said this, the two twins circled around me, giving me a once over and stopped when they both came back in front of me.

"It's nice to meet you!" said one, "I am Kaoru."

"And I am Hikaru," said the other, and they both extended their hands out to me, and I shook them both.

"This is Haruhi," Kyoya said, gesturing to the brunette.

"Hey," he said, giving me a wave.

"Sup?" I replied, returning it.

"And this is Mori," he said, gesturing to Mori, who gave me a nod, so I just smiled.

"And I am Tamaki, the king of this club!" said the dramatic blonde, "And together, we are the Ouran High School Host Club!"

He struck a pose, but no one decided to follow. I guess he wasn't an all-powerful king, after all.

"Well, it's great to meet you all," I said, "and thanks for helping me out. I really owe you one."

"It sounds like you owe more than one to someone else now, though!" said Hikaru.

"Yeah, 10,000,000, to be exact!" said Kaoru.

"Yup, and it sucks," I muttered.

"Why? You're not poor, are you?" asked Tamaki.

"No, I'm just cut off now," I sighed, "for who knows how long."

"It sounds like you're in trouble," said Tamaki, taking a heroic stance, "but we can help you!"

"Yes, we actually had a very similar issue last year," said Hikaru.

"With dear little Haruhi here," said Kaoru, patting Haruhi promptly on the head.

"And he paid it off with blood," Hikaru began.

"Sweat," continued Kaoru.

"And tears," they both concluded together.

"And that means?" I asked, not really following.

"Haru-chan worked for the Host Club!" said Honey cheerfully, giving Haruhi a hug.

"So, what you're saying is..." I started, now fully understanding where this was going.

"You have now joined the Host Club to pay off your debt," said Kyoya, "and just like Haruhi, you must get customers to request you. I'm going to go with... 2,000, saying how much yen you owe."

"Wait, what's a Host Club?" I asked.

"We'll explain later," said Tamaki, putting his arm around my shoulder, "but for now, may we know your name?"

"Oh yeah, sorry," I said, "My name's Rei."

Honey and Mori's eyes lit up, and they looked at each other. Tamaki just smiled and shook my hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Rei! Welcome to the Host Club!"

"Wait," interrupted Honey, shutting his eyes like he was thinking hard, "Rei? Rei Matsumoto? From America?"

"Yes... why?" I asked, turning to Honey.

He and Mori looked at each other again, and Honey asked, "Did you used to take Karate?"

"Yeah," I said saldy, looking at the ground. Karate was my life, before Father made me quit.

"Did you go to 'Haninozuka Academy'?"

"Uhh... yeah..." I said, getting kind of scared. Is this my stalker?

"You were good, weren't you? Best in your class? In America?"

"I... yes, that's what I was told from the competitions I went in."

Honey looked at Mori once more and smiled. "My parents loved you, you know. You kept people coming to our academy."

"Your... academy?"

"Yup! You were the best at Karate in your continent! And you were a girl to make it even better!"

Tamaki looked thoroughly confused. "Come again?"

"Rei is a girl," said Mori.

Tamaki just stood there for a couple of seconds, swaying back and forth, and then, just like that, he fainted.

TO BE CONTINUED