Hello, all. I am S. McIntosh, but you can call me S or Tosh. I am currently in the process of writing an Ouran High School Host Club fanfiction, as you can probably see. Mind you, I do not own any of the CANNONS from Ouran. I only own Kennedy and her family and nothing else.

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!HARD CORE FANS BE WARNED!

I am a fan of Ouran, and a "hard core" fan, if you want to accurately label me. But, you should note my image of the characters might not be parallel to yours, or the same as yours. So, you might want to look away if you have a definite opinion of the characters. Don't blame me for your image being ruined if you read this.

Accidents Happen

My life was relatively normal until I applied for an exchange student program. I was sent from my American home, overseas, all the way to Japan. I enrolled into a Japanese academy, by the name of Ouran. I opted for the male uniform; I had never been a fan of dresses. My first month at Ouran was filled with a flurry of questions, all of which I answered in fluent Japanese. Japanese had been my second language back in my American high school.

After everybody accepted me, I had a few friends, none of which I was especially close to, until I found Music Room Three. I needed a place to study, and all the libraries were full of people and random chatter. My eyes widened a little as rose petals surrounded me.

"Hello?", was all I could manage to say.

"Men aren't my forte, but I aim to please…"

A golden haired boy stepped in front of me, his smile turning into a determined grin.

"But you would be a much better Host..."

I looked up at him, an eyebrow raised. "A what?"

"Tamaki, leave the poor fellow alone," A tall, black haired boy popped up right behind him.

I held the strap of my black messenger bag and looked at them. My lack of a chest had always made me look somewhat boyish. My cross country coach said it was because I ran so much. I had a lot of muscle and little fat. In America, I was a state cross country runner and competed once a month; I usually got second or somewhere up there, but I had won a few times.

"What do you mean, Host? I know what you guys are and all, but me? You've got to be kidding..." My tone was soft; I had never been a loud person, or a talkative person. I rarely said more than a few words to anyone at any given time, so a full blown sentence to someone was new to me.

"You're perfect to be a Host! You seem muscular, and we've never had an athletic type before, so it would be a new thing. I've heard you're a runner, and the ladies would like that." Tamaki had a huge grin on his face and took a small step back, shaking my head softly. My hair was a short, boyish type cut and it was a soft, caramel brown color. A small, blond haired boy walked up, holding a pink bunny. His hazel eyes bore into mine, our eyes were the same color, so it was like I was looking into my own, but his were a lot larger.

"Hello, Kennedy-chan." His smile got bigger and he tugged lightly on my jacket. "Don't you wanna be a Host?"

I smiled softly; I knew about Huni and a little of his history. He seemed so sweet, but I had heard he could really kick some butt. "I don't know... Maybe."

The black haired boy pushed up his glasses and looked down at me; it was almost a glare. "1,000 customers and then you'll be free. I just don't want to hear this insane man rant about it every time I see him."

Tamaki looked over at the black haired boy, his name was Kyoya, I think. Yeah, that was his name.

"Why do you have to be so mean to me?"

Kyoya shrugged and walked off, seating himself at a table with a laptop.

"I guess so... It could be fun."

Huni smiled and hugged my waist, hanging onto me while the Hosts and I talked. "So, after 1,000 'customers', I don't have to do anything else for you?"

Tamaki nodded, leaning against the back of the couch. "I promise."

I sighed, watching as Huni walked over to a bigger guy. His name was Mori, if I remembered correctly. "Alright."

-x-x-x-

I walked into the school the next morning, brushing past those standing and chatting in the hallway. I came to a stop outside the club doors and pushed them open; I was the first one there, surprisingly enough. I went to the window seat in the back of the room and curled up, setting my notebook in my lap. I took out a blue pen and started writing, letting my hair cover my eyes. My hair is about the length of Haruhi's, but it still moves freely, like it had a mind of its own.

I was so absorbed in my writing, I didn't notice the other comes in. Huni, the Twins, Tamaki, and Mori all stared down at me, like I had something on my face. Kyoya was off by himself, as usual. Haruhi was sweeping up, cleaning the already spotless club room. I looked up when I heard someone move and jumped when I saw them all. Mori backed up, pulling Huni with him; they always went everywhere together.

The Twins smirked down at me and crossed their arms, looking at Tamaki, who's eyes were boring into mine, as if he were trying to yank my soul from me.

"How can I help you?" I rose an eyebrow and he continued to look at me, his eyes keeping that wide, almost circular shape.

"You're a girl?"

I nodded slightly, closing my notebook and putting it in my bag. "What gave it away?" My tone was slightly sarcastic, something it usually held.

"They told me you were, but... You lied to me."

I stood up and looked straight up at him, my hands on my hips. "I did no such thing. I didn't tell you because you didn't ask and I thought it was obvious."

"But you have no... You know! Thingies."

I laughed, leaning against the wall so I wouldn't fall over. I could see a small smile creeping onto Kyoya's face and the others were laughing just as much as I was. After I calmed down, I gave Tamaki a small smile. "I know I have no breasts. I work out so much, I don't have as much fat as normal girls do, so I don't have them."

Tamaki's eyes were still wide, but they weren't as round. "So... Why are you wearing a male uniform?"

"Because I don't like dresses."

I sat back down in the window seat and rummaged around in my bag, looking for a book to read.

"And what about your hair?"

I pulled out a book I had picked up the day before; it was mainstream romance. "I don't like long hair."

"And what about-"

I cut him off by holding up my hand. "I'm a tomboy who has short hair and hangs out with guys because they aren't so dramatic all the time." I curled back up and opened the book, turning away from Tamaki and the others.

"But-"

I looked back up at him and shook my head. "No more questions right now. Let me read and I'll answer them later, alright?" I went back to reading my book, not waiting to hear his answer.

I HAVE OFFICIALLY FINISHED CHAPTER ONE!

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Constructive criticism only, please.

I'll start the second when I can, and I'm sure you'll all know when I get there. I might message you when I have it, so look out for those.

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Huni: Yay! You have fans!

Me: Yes, I do!

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