"Miss Fujioka the Chairman will see you now," the secretary called as the girl stood up and walked into his office. It was nearly half way through her freshmen year and the young honor student had done nothing but work tirelessly to maintain her scholarship.

"Ahh, Miss. Fujioka. Wonderful to see you," the chairmen spoke as he extended a rose in to her face.

"Is something wrong sir?" the girl asked bluntly as she smoothed out the skirt of her dress to sit down, ignoring the rose and readjusting her glasses. Thankfully her scholarship had covered a few of the uniforms otherwise she wouldn't be able to afford them. The man sat down at his desk and pulling out her file.

"I thought I had asked you to call me Uncle Yuzuru?" he pouted as she continued to stare at him.

After several moments he cleared his throat and began speaking again this time like a business man rather than a crazy relative.

"I have noticed that you haven't joined any clubs since you started here, why is that?" he asked as he let the file fall back down to his desk placing his chin in his hands.

"Well sir, I have a scholarship to maintain and I would rather not be distracted," Haruhi replied, continuing to stare at the chairman. What is he trying to get at?

"But my dear it is important that a young person socializes. After all when we write recommendations to universities we factor in all aspects of the student; the ability to work and communicate with others is necessary," he said looking over her, the dark rimmed glasses she wore covered her face, and the choppy hair cut she had detracted a little from her over all features, but even still she was very adorable. To adorable to let her sit on the sidelines, the chairman thought.

"Sir, I work well with several people in my class. Why does it matter if I am making friends or not?" she asked dryly.

"Well, because you never know when you will need to call upon a friend," the Cheshire cat like grin that filled his face bode trouble but Haruhi was too oblivious to notice the barely hidden intent.

"Sir…" she began.

"I'll make you a deal. My son's club is hosting a dance in a few days. Here is a ticket," He said pushing the paper over to her, the ticket was black with green writing it read An Affair to Remember. "If you go to the party then I will let this issue go and give you a year to find a club."

Thinking her options over, Haruhi took a deep breath and said "Alright sir."

As she walked out of the, now happy, Chairman's office, she looked down at the ticket. Dress formal. Man where am I going to find a dress in time. As she walked home, Haruhi thought about trying to figure out a dress she could wear to the dance. I bet every other girl will be wearing some kind of designer dress, she thought as she climbed the stairs to her apartment. She was surprised to find a wrapped box addressed to her sitting on her porch.

Pulling the box in to the apartment, she opened it up and found a black dress laying between layers of tissue paper with, a smaller box contained shoes and a small bag. There was also a note, To wear to the dance. The note had no signature and there was no return label on the wrapping. Leaving the dress and box in the living room, Haruhi walked in to her room and began to pour over the books she had brought home.

"Haruhi, Daddy's home!" Ranka shouted as he walked in to the door. Looking over the living room, he inspected the suspicious box and, after reading the card he walked over to his daughter's room and knocked on the open door. "Sweetie do you want to explain the dress in the living room?"

"Oh that. Well, I had a meeting with the chairman today and he told me that if I didn't go to the dance on Friday that it will reflect badly on me. So I agreed to go. That dress was sitting at the door when I got here. The tag is missing and there was no forwarding address so I can't send it back."

"No you won't be, you are going to wear it on Friday and Daddy will take the day off to help you get ready!" he swooned as he continued to rant and rave about everything that had to be done before the dance. My head hurts, Haruhi thought as she closed her book and lay her head down on the cover as her father continued his plan making.

Friday approached faster than Haruhi had wished. As soon as she had gotten home, she was ambushed by her father and his friends who were there to help her get ready.

"Dear what happened to your hair?" asked Misuzu as he began to run a brush through the choppy cut.

"Well some kids got some gum stuck in it just before the first day of school, and since it's a pain to get gum out of long hair I just cut it," she said as Ranka motioned to his hairstylist friend.

"Ooh no honey this won't do, let's get to work," the stylist said shaking his head.

After a few hours Haruhi walked out of her apartment toward the rented town car to take her to the dance. Her hair had been evened out and styled in to a perfect pixie cut with one small braid that sat behind her left ear. Her glasses had been traded in for contacts revealing her large brown eyes. A light layer of lip gloss coated her lips as her only make up. The dress fit her like a glove, and a small slit on the side allowed for easy movement of the floor length piece. The bustier top with off the shoulder straps accented her small figure well. Wrapping a black silk shawl around her shoulders, Haruhi clutched her bag as she descended the stairs in her kitten heels.

Thank God I brought a book; she thought as the car pulled up to the school. As Haruhi got out there were whispers from the students around her,

"Who is that girl?"

"I don't know I have never seen her before."

Only catching snippets, Haruhi resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She handed her ticket to the attendant as a meeting was beginning in the third music room.

"All right gentleman, there is one more order of business. My father has informed me that the Honor Student will be attending to night and we are to make her feel welcome. I want each of us to dance with her at least once and remember to remain charming." Tamaki ordered, each member of the Ouran High School Host Club nodding their head as they walked down to the grand ball room.

After the initial greeting, the King and most of the other Hosts had been swarmed by their guests. Leaving only the two third year's unattended.

"Takashi lets go find the Honor student," Honey said excitedly.

The giant nodded as they made their way through the crowed they noticed a small girl curled up in a corner reading a book.

"Hi! Are you the Honor Student?" Hunny asked as he moved the book down, away from her face.

"Yes, I am Haruhi Fujioka," she said as she marked her page and set the book down on the ledge that she was sitting on.

"Aww! You're so cute Haru-chan. Do you want to come have some cake with me and Takashi?" the little blonde asked.

"Actually I don't really care for cake. And why are you calling me Haru-Chan?" she asked as she raised an eyebrow at the odd pair.

"Well if you don't want any cake, how about we dance?" said the small boy, showing surprising strength as he pulled her up and spun her around and around and keeping her at arm's length. At about half way through the song he let go and she bumped in to the giant she had met earlier.

"Sorry Sempai, do you mind if I continue reading?" she asked. He handed her the book she was reading and as he began to walk back toward the center of the room, he patted his hand on the top of her head. She chuckled to herself as she curled back in to the spot she had found earlier.

"Hey Honey-Sempai, who was that you were dancing with at the beginning?" Tamaki asked as the Host club found a few spare moments to catch their breath. The twins were whispering to each other about something and Kyoya was taking quick notes as he looked over the crowd of girls in the room.

"Ohh her! That was the Honor Student," he said between bites of cake, with Takashi was sitting in the chair next to his cousin quietly observing.

"What? No way!" the twins yelled in unison. Turning around they tried to locate the small girl. "Where is she?" they continued.

"Haru-chan is sitting on the windowsill on the left. She was facing the cherry blossoms." The group began to move to get a glimpse of the girl.

"She's the one curled up with a good book," Honey said taking another big bite of cake. Sure enough Haruhi was still sitting in the same spot that Honey had found her in at the beginning of the dance.

"What?! A beautiful princess should not be sitting alone, reading at a party. She should be dancing!" Tamaki cried as he watched the girl ignore the party surrounding her.

"Wait," Kyoya said, holding on to the half French man's jacket and keeping him from running off. "Have you forgotten Tamaki? You are booked solid for this event. You have no free time. Someone else will have to entertain the girl. Hikaru, Kaoru, I believe that Miss Fujioka is in your class. How about you keep her entertained for a while?" The Shadow King said as he began to leave, practically dragging the Host Club King along with him.

"I know she is in our class, but I don't recognize her," Kaoru said as he watched the girl stay absorbed in her own little world. The third year cousins left shortly after Tamaki and Kyoya did and began entertaining clients.

A small mischievous smile spread across the eldest twin's face.

"Kao, I have an idea let's play a game with the Honor student," Hikaru said as he tapped his brother on the shoulder.

The younger twin watched as his older brother walked towards the smaller girl. Chuckling softly to himself, Kaoru knew exactly what his brother would be thinking. Well at least now this party is getting interesting, he thought as he watched the tightly curled up girl ignoring the party that was going on around her. Kaoru moved closer so that he could hear the conversation that his brother was having with the strange girl.

"Hey, haven't you heard that it's bad if you read too much," Hikaru said as he pulled the book away from the girl. She looked up startled her big brown eyes staring at the person who had interrupted her reading like a dear in headlights.

"What?" Haruhi said quietly.

The red head gasped as he held her gaze for longer than he should have. Gripping tighter on the spine of the book he shook his head looking away, letting out a deep breath he turned and walked away towards the balcony. Haruhi stood to follow after him, but Kaoru stopped her.

"Sorry about my brother," Kaoru said. As he got closer he noticed the dress that she was wearing; he would know that dress anywhere. "Where did you get that dress?" Kaoru asked. He had spent weeks working on it and two days ago it had disappeared from his work station.

"Oh, this was sent to me. I don't know who sent it," Haruhi said as she spun around.

Kaoru noticed that the dress looked like it was made for her. Every stitch and seam laid perfectly on her body. Though that still didn't explain why she is wearing it and how she got a hold of it.

"Well it looks good on you," he said with a small smile, "But I remember that I came over here to apologize for my brother's rudeness."

"It's alright,"

"No, I insist I'll get your book back." Turning he left her sitting on the ledge and walked out to the same balcony that his brother had gone out to. When Kaoru walked out, Hikaru handed him the book and had already parted his hair to the left. With a smirk, the elder twin walked back in to the party and back over to the girl in question.

"Sorry, I couldn't get your book back, but how about a dance to make up for it," The elder twin said, bowing. Haruhi raised her eyebrow as the red haired boy pulled on her arm and towards the dance floor. Spinning her around and pulling her in to his arms, he danced her around the floor. She continued to look up at him and after several moments she spoke.

"So I have a question," she said her voice not wavering.

"What is it? You can ask me anything," he said smoothly.

"Why are you pretending to be your brother?"

Hikaru stopped dancing, but still held her in his arms as he looked down at her confused.

"I'm not," he said firmly. There is no way.

"Yes you are."

He dropped her hands and continued to look at her unblinking.

"No, I am Kaoru," he said pointing his finger in his own face.

` "I know you're not. Look you both may act the same but I can tell that you both just copy each other. In truth you're both very different people," Haruhi said bluntly, shrugging her shoulders. By now the music hand been stopped and every eye in the room was on the pair.

"I am telling you. You're wrong," the harshness in his voice was surprising. Who is this girl and what is she playing at?

"Well if you are so sure then look me in the eye and tell me that you are Kaoru."

Hikaru looked down and gazed directly in to her eyes

"I'm…" Hikaru stuttered as he began, but try as he might he couldn't finish.

Staring into Haruhi's big brown eyes, left him speechless. Come on she is no different than anyone else, you've done it a million times just say it.

"I'm…"

The room grew eerily quiet as the crowd held their breaths waiting for his answer. After several moments Haruhi looked down and chuckled,

"I knew it"

Turning she began to walk away the group parted for her as she walked towards the door out of the ballroom.

"Oh and Hikaru I'll get my book back on Monday," she said over her shoulder as she walked through the door leaving the elder twin shaking were he stood.