Hellooooooo fellow...fellows...O.o This story will have romance in it, but i am not sure who to pair her up with, so if you could review with some ideas it would definitely help some.
Updates will be rare, so please don't hate me for anything :3

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Ouran High School Host Club.
As much as I wished I did, I am not making any money from this.

Anywhooooo ENJOY! :3

Chapter 1

Rumours. Whispering. Glances. That's all that you get when you're the new kid. But at Ouran Academy, school of the rich and filthy rich, it seems as though it's worse than at a normal school. They obviously have way too much spare time on their hands, and decide to use that time to come up with ridiculous rumours and fake sympathy. If any of these rumours were true, I would be living on the streets in the Himalayas. Not to mention dead. I can almost hear my stepmother's posh voice saying, 'It has a wonderful program for scholarship students, and the students are supposed to be delightful.' Yeah, delightful my ass. It was bad enough that I wasn't allowed in on a martial arts scholarship; only for boys apparently; and I had to go with a music scholarship. I love music, it's like air to me, but the martial arts scholarship had better programs. She didn't mention that I had to move to Japan though until the week before I was meant to be leaving. I'm just glad I took Japanese for six years at school, and that it was the one class I paid any attention to, besides music. My family isn't rich; as much as my stepmother enjoys saying it; we're more upper middle class than anything. Nowhere near what these rich bastards are. I don't act like a spoiled brat though; at least I'm pretty sure I don't. I wasn't brought up that way. I was taught to appreciate everything I have while I have it, because you never know when it's going to be gone.
In Australia, no one at my school really cared that I had more money than most. Yeah, that's right, I'm from Australia. The land of confusing weather and those fluffy kangaroos and koalas everyone seems to love. Compared to Australia, Japan is like one big refrigerator at times. Mostly because, where I come from in Australia, it never snows.
Anyway, back to what was happening at Ouran. I seemed to get glares from a lot of the female population, which confused me. It's probably because instead of wearing the yellow umbrella they call a uniform; I was wearing my favourite pair of red skinny jeans, a black top, beat-up white converse high-tops and a multitude of wristbands on my left wrist. I had my long auburn hair in a high ponytail, my bangs covering my right eye, and my black-rimmed glasses over my blue-grey eyes. To them, I guess I look like I had come in off the streets, ready for a fight. I had already been stopped by at least twenty people saying I was in the wrong school, but they backed off pretty quickly once I glared at them. Such wusses some people can be.
Walking the halls of Ouran is daunting to say the least; the big fancy chandeliers had a way of making you feel tiny. I was in class 3-A but I had no idea where I was going. They expected me to find one ordinary classroom out of the hundreds that littered the campus. It's not exactly easy.

By now, I was just hoping to find someone that didn't run at the sight of me, so I could ask for directions. 'Nice job Ashlynn,' I thought to myself, 'Your first day as a scholarship exchange student, and you've managed to get lost. Great first impression. Oh well, I can always blame the sense of direction; or lack thereof; on dad. Sweet, clueless dad.' As it turns out, I can lose an argument to myself, whilst still being sarcastic. Sighing, I thought of the comments my mum would be making if she were here. 'What on earth, do they need chandeliers for? It's a school for God's sake. And why do they feel the need to dress the girls up in umbrellas?' My mother was one of a kind. She was eccentric, and so clumsy that somehow she once managed to burn herself on the refrigerator. But if you needed help with anything, her and her sarcastic comments, would be there. Wrapped up in my thoughts, it was easy to forget where I was.

It was, apparently, also easy to walk into a wall. "Ouch," I said when I hit the ground, "When did a wall get there." Another thing, when I'm alone, I tend to talk to myself. I got up and dusted myself off, only to find that I couldn't see a thing. My glasses had fallen off when I hit the; very uncomfortable and expensive looking; ground, so I was pretty damn surprised when a small hand entered my limited vision holding my glasses. So surprised, that I jumped backwards with an exclamation of, 'Shit!' and managed to bump into another wall. "Why the hell are there so many walls around here?" I exclaimed, grabbing the glasses that the hand held out. I slid the glasses onto my face, and saw that the hand was attached to an arm, that was attached to a body, that held a head with the face of a very cute kid. He was about 4"5'; which is a big difference from my 5"11' (What? I'm tall.); with darkish blonde hair and big brown bambi eyes. He looked about seven, but it was the eyes that gave him away. The eyes looked too old, or experienced, to belong to a seven year old, so I was guessing he must be seventeen or eighteen. I've always been able to read people pretty well; my Dad always said that I got it from my mum. Apparently after I was born, the first thing my mum said about me was, 'She's going to be sarcastic little bugger.' And she was right! Yeah…my mum loved me. "I must've hit my head hard. Either that or this school is just getting worse. What other school has eighteen year olds that look like they're seven?" While I was rambling to myself the boy had been joined by another person. He was about 6" with short black hair, kind grey eyes and slightly tanned skin. The absolute definition of tall, dark and handsome.
The shorter boy giggled cutely and said, "How did you know how old I was? I'm Mitsukuni Hainozuka, but you can call me Hunny, and this is my cousin Takashi Morinozuka, but you can just call him Mori. You must be the new scholarship student." I looked at him for a second, trying to figure out if he had really just giggled. Once I accepted that he had in fact, giggled, I said, "Your eyes looked too old; no offence or anything; to belong to a seven year old. I'm Ashlynn Reed, and yeah, I'm the new scholarship student. I was walking around trying to find my class, but everyone I tried to ask for directions threw some money at me, and ran off screaming about someone trying to mug them. Also, you can't really blame me for thinking Mori was a wall. He's tall enough to be one, and by the looks of it, he's quiet enough to be one too." By then I had figured out that Mori was 'the wall' I had run into. It didn't look like my comments had annoyed him either, his face was impassive, but his eyes sparkled (SPARKLESS!) with amusement.
"That's true, and it's nice to meet you Ash-chan. If you tell us what class you're in, we can give you some directions, ne Takashi?" Hunny said, tilting his head and rocking back on his heels.
"Ah." Mori said stoically. I didn't know where the nickname had come from, but I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to figure out where the hell I was. Smiling gratefully at him and Mori, I said, "Thank you so much, I have no sense of direction to speak of. I'm in 3-A."
"3-A? That's me and Takashi's class! Now you can come with us!" Hunny said excitedly, pink flowers appearing and circling his head. While I was trying to figure out how those flowers had appeared, Hunny had climbed Mori like a tree, and was now sitting on his shoulders holding a pink stuffed rabbit that had been introduced to me as 'Usa-chan'. Mori started walking off, and after a small pause I hurried after my new friends.

Our trek to the classroom was one of silence, broken only by the sound of my sneakers squeaking on the; expensive; tiled floor, which echoed as though we were in a cathedral or something. The silence was relaxing, and I found myself humming under my breath. "What're you humming Ash-chan?" Hunny asked cocking his head to the side, and hugging Usa-chan.
Looking at Hunny and smiling I said, "One of my favourite songs. It's in English so you probably won't know it, but it's called How to Save a Life and it's by one of my favourite bands, The Fray. I have it on my iPod but I couldn't be bothered to take it out, and it's just easier to sing it to myself."
"You're right, I don't know it, but if Ash-chan says its good then it's good, ne Takashi?" Hunny said determinedly, clenching his fist in the air and looking at Mori.
"Ah." Mori said, nodding. We continued talking about music and what we liked; or Hunny and I did, Mori more sort of 'Ah-ed'; until we arrived at the door of the classroom. Hunny jumped off of Mori's shoulders and opened the door rather loudly. "Sorry we're late Sensei! Takashi and I were helping Ash-chan." Hunny exclaimed loudly and then ran off to his seat, Mori following closely. The Sensei, obviously used to this behaviour by now, looked over at me and told me to come in and introduce myself. As soon as I waked in, the loud chatter in the classroom was cut short. Everyone in the room; besides Mori and Hunny; was watching me warily, as though I was a dangerous sociopath that was about to blow up. Stepping forward slowly I said, "Hi. I'm Ashlynn Reed or Ash-chan as one of you likes to call me." Here I stopped and looked at Hunny pointedly, who just grinned and waved. "I'm here from Australia on a music scholarship. I like music and martial arts. I don't like fangirls and people looking at me like I'm about to blow up. Nice to meet you." I finished with a sweet smile that seemed to scare a few people, seeing as they started hiding behind their seats.
"Well," The Sensei started uneasily, "You can have the seat next to Mitsukuni, and in front of Takashi." As I was walking up to my seat, I could feel the glares of dozens of jealous fangirls burning into the back of my head. When I was nearly at my seat, my eyes were twitching with the intensity of the glares. Whirling around I yelled, "NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU GLARE AT ME, I'M NOT GONNA DROP DOWN DEAD! AS MUCH AS YOU MAY WISH I WOULD!" Turning back around without waiting to see their reactions I dropped heavily into my seat, and ripped my iPod out of my dark purple messenger bag. "I didn't know you could yell so loud. You look angry; do you want to hold Usa-chan?" Hunny said, holding Usa-chan out to me.
I smiled and took Usa-chan, hugging it carefully. "I was angry because I don't like people judging other people, before taking the time to get to know them. And the glaring was getting annoying. I can only yell that loud because my best friend in Australia is way louder than I am, and she insisted on 'teaching' me how to be louder by getting me so annoyed that I wouldn't stop yelling. By the end of each 'lesson' I was a lot louder." I said, smiling sheepishly. Hunny nodded seriously and seemed to give it a lot of thought. Raising an eyebrow slightly, I gave Usa-chan back to Hunny and turned on my iPod. With music blasting in my ears the day seemed to go by quickly and in what seemed like minutes, I was wandering the halls looking for the 3rd music room. What sort of school needs three music rooms anyway?

*Begin Flashback*

It was just before third period, Japanese literature, and I was listening to Skillet on my iPod loud enough that all I could hear around me was a faint annoying buzz. Like what I hear when my stepmother talks.
I was trying to draw a dragon in my notebook, but it was looking more and more like some sort of chicken with really big teeth. While I was glaring at my pathetic excuse of a drawing, I saw Hunny leaning toward me from the corner of my eye. Turning to him to see what he wanted, he reached over and yanked both of my earphones out of my ears so that I could hear what he was about to say.
"After school come to the 3rd music room! Today is a meeting day, so that way you can eat cake with…me…and…Usa-chan…" Hunny said trailing off in fear of the death glare fixed on him. No one interrupted my music. Not even cute 3rd years that looked like seven year olds. I could have heard him if he hadn't of taken my earphones out. I can hear things if I try. Hunny looked like he was about to burst into tears, but Mori popped up behind him and, with him under his arm like a football, ran off to save him from my wrath.

*End Flashback*

It was only after I had restarted the song that I realised he had said that there would be cake. I don't care if it was like what a paedophile said to get kids to go into his van, I'd be able to kick the paedophiles ass that got in the way of me and cake.

I like to think that nothing gets in the way of me and cake, but as it turns out, my sense of direction does a pretty good job of getting in the way. Here I was wandering the halls of the school an hour after school had ended, looking for the 3rd music room. So far I had found two libraries, five chemistry labs and thirteen rooms that had no purpose whatsoever. So wrapped up in my thoughts of cake and rich bastards, I ran into another wall. 'I have really got to stop running into walls.' I thought to myself, wondering how many more brain cells I could afford to lose. Standing up, I noticed that instead of running into a wall, this time it was a set of huge-ass doors. 'Nice to have some variety.' Looking above the doors I saw a plaque denoting that this was the 3rd music room. Inside my head I did a little victory dance; I found the cake! But outside I was all business. Time to announce my arrival!
Slamming open the doors I yelled, "WHERE IS THE CAKE?" Only to have six boys and a girl stare at me in confusion, two of them identical. The blonde blur I saw head towards me was the only warning I had of the flying tackle I was about to receive. "Ash-chan! Welcome to the Host Club!" Hunny said gesturing to the confused faces whilst using me as a pillow.
"Host Club?" I said in confusion, "I just wanted cake."