Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran or the characters
I only own the plot and my character Toshiko as well as minor OCs I may throw in here.
It was the end of the school day; the time all students spent studying, socializing, or in a club. The new student, Toshiko, did not know what to do with the extra time, nor could she find a dance club anywhere in the humongous school so far. Her brother, the ideal/prodigy-child of her family, had formally gone to this school up until recently. And, up until recently, she went to a public school with normal, commoner-status students for reasons unknown to her. Because the large hallways were so eerily quiet, Toshiko put on her headphones and played her top ten favorite songs. This caused her to flutter through the empty hallways stupidly. Thank the heavens no one was there to witness her dancing to music one could not hear without her headphones. Her sleek, black hair was pulled into two buns at the back of her head. They were not pulled so tight that they put a strain on her charcoal colored eyes, but they were tight enough. However, the buns did get in the way when Toshiko took off her headphones, so she stretched them over the buns and let the piece rest on her shoulders around her neck.
Then, with a feeling of impending regret, the girl opened one of the double doors that lead into Music Room 3. Rose petals made a full-out attack on her vision, then she saw them. Two... Four... Six boys, and one unfortunate brown eyed girl. The taller of two blond boys walked over to her and gently touched her face, his eyes were an odd purple. Toshiko ducked away from him, "What the hell is your problem? I was looking for a dance club, walk into a room with a six-to-one ratio of girls to boys, and get attacked by some idiot! I hate this school already!"
The shorter of the two black haired boys spoke up, "You must be the new student in class 2-B. Good grades, no heritage."
"Just because I'm half American does not mean that I have no heritage! My brother used to go to this school." Toshiko scoffed, "You don't seem to have any manners." An evident scowl appeared on the girls face, but she avoided using irritable body language.
The black-haired boy with glasses spoke up again, "You mean Nori Smith. Do you care to inform us as to why he no longer goes to Ouran, considering he didn't finish the school year or graduate?"
"How should I know? My family is full of idiots." Veins began to pop out of Toshiko's head and her hands balled into fists. Then she let it all go. She flexed her fingers and straightened her posture. "I'm done being harassed. I was going to ask for help, but clearly you all have your own agenda. Unfortunately, it includes being ignorant assholes."
"Haruhi! You're a commoner, you should know how to handle this girl!" Tamaki cried out.
Toshiko turned back to face the group again. "... Haruhi... As in Fujioka, Haruhi?" She asked. "Why did you cut your hair? It was really cute, you know that right? I mean, it still is, but short hair is really hard to play with, you know?"
The host club, save for Mori and Kyoya, gawked at the situation presented before them. "You two know each other?" They were all in shock and awe. Who would have suspected. However, the newly found information brought up more questions than answers. "How come you went to a commoner's school instead of Ouran, like your brother. Were your parents too poor or something, Toshiko?" The twins asked in unicine.
"Shut up! I'm talking to Haruhi!" The black-haired girl growled ferociously. "Anyway, Fujioka-san, you should definitely come over Saturday night! I haven't talked to you in forever since you transferred schools. Also, how come you're dressed as a boy? And what the hell kind of club is this?"
"It's a long story, but this is the Host Club," Haruhi answered.
"Fujioka-san? We just call her Haru-chan." The twins always had something to say, no matter how irrelevant. "As for your earlier question, I don't know if Ouran has a dance club."