[A/N: Okay, this is going to start out a little weird, but bear with me here, okay? Things will be revealed later. I didn't put this in crossovers because it doesn't properly cross over, it uses the setting of Ouran, characters of Naruto, and scenarios from both Ouran and Naruto.]

Chapter 1:

Hinata pressed against the wall as she crept down the corridor. There was no real reason for her to creep; it was broad daylight and she was completely within her rights to be where she was at the moment. However, she desperately wanted to be alone right now, and there were so many people that she was terrified someone would decide to talk to her. Hopefully they wouldn't. She didn't look like much right now; she wasn't even wearing a proper uniform.

While she had received a scholarship which had permitted her to attend this elite school, it had not included a uniform and she had been unable to save enough to afford one yet. She hadn't wanted to ask her family for money (it was a very expensive uniform) so she had just worn her usual puffy purple jacket. No one had remarked on it, but she was sure that everyone noticed how different she looked.

Hinata did not actually dislike people, although most people thought she did. She actually had a couple very good friends and got along well with her adoptive family's extensive network of relatives. Despite this, she simply could not stand crowds of people milling about and talking. It was far too much for her to process, and if she had to interact with someone in a crowded situation her brain would shut down entirely.

That was her problem right now. She had been through half the school trying to find somewhere she could be in peace but there were students everywhere! She almost wanted to hate the wretched school, but that was hardly a kind thought.

Clutching her pile of books a little closer to her chest and bending her head so her bangs hid her eyes, Hinata headed toward a staircase that didn't have any people on it. By this point she didn't care whether she ended up in the janitor's room so long as there weren't any other people there.

At the top of the staircase was a corridor—deserted. Hinata sighed with relief and started to relax, pausing to look out of one of the expansive windows. Konoha High was the most luxurious place she had ever been in. Her family had a nice, modest little house, and she'd never felt deprived of anything, but this place was overwhelmingly grand. She'd gotten lost on the first day, which meant that she entered her history class late and everyone stared at her. After that she had hardly been able to concentrate.

Kiba and Shino were supposed to be in this school somewhere, too, but she hadn't been able to find them yet. There were so many students that even though she was in the same year as them it was no guarantee she would be in the same classes as them, and indeed she hadn't been. This was a far cry from their elementary school days in which they had been nearly inseparable. They had been playmates even before that; Hinata's mother had a photo on the fridge from when Hinata had been about five, playing in the mud with Shino and Kiba, who was so dirty he was almost unrecognizable.

Further along the blessedly empty corridor was a row of practice rooms for the music students. Hoping that she would be able to slip inside one and study (even though she wasn't taking any music classes), Hinata started to try the doors.

The first one was locked, and the second was as well. The door of the third music room, however, opened and Hinata entered gladly.

The first thing she noticed was the scent of roses in the air. The second thing was the conspicuous lack of anything resembling a musical instrument.

The third was the bevy of teenage boys clustered around an elegant settee in the center of the room.

"Welcome to the Konoha High Host Club!"

Hinata started, clinging to her books and backing up against the door which had already closed behind her. "Th-th-the what?"

This was supposed to be a place where no one else was, why did she have to end up in a situation like this?

One of the boys detached himself from the mysteriously sparkly group and swept over to her. "Welcome, my dear," he said with an extravagant bow, sweeping his sunny blond hair back with one hand as he stood. "We are delighted to welcome a new guest as always. Might I ask what you are wearing, and why? It does, of course, look charming, but we have come to expect a sort of uniform appearance from the young ladies who visit us…not, of course, that they are in any way interchangeable, but—"

Hinata was so flustered by this point that she barely understood one word in five. She knew what a host club was, but why would there be one in a school? What was the point? Why was this insanely good looking blond boy so close to her and why did she feel like his eyes were swallowing her up? Why did he have whisker marks on his perfectly tanned cheeks? "Um…I…I was…"

The blond boy was still talking. "What is your name, my dear?"

"F-Fujioka Hinata," Hinata whispered, barely able to get the words out.

The blond boy beamed. "The name is as beautiful as you yourself, Hinata-san. Now," he continued blithely, leading her toward the rest of the group, "on to business. What is your ideal? Is it the cool, reserved type?"

One of the boys behind the couch nodded to her as he adjusted his glasses, his dark, spiky ponytail shifting as he did so.

"The languid beauty?"

One of the two boys left on the couch gestured toward her, a small smile playing on his lips. His long dark hair spilled over the armrest but Hinata couldn't help staring at his strange eyes.

"The awkward but endearing type?"

The other boy behind the couch, a rather chubby ('big boned,' Hinata promptly told herself, she didn't want to offend anyone) boy with red hair and a gentle demeanor, smiled at her and Hinata smiled back before she could think about it.

"The brooding bad boy?"

The other boy left on the couch didn't move from the velvet cushions, and his heavy black bangs hid his eyes so Hinata couldn't even tell if he was looking at her. "Hn."

"Or, last but certainly in no wise least, would you prefer the princely type? By which, of course," the blond boy continued, leaning in breathlessly close as his fingers caressed Hinata's chin, "I mean me."

"I—I—th-that i-i-is, I—" Hinata could hear her voice start babbling but couldn't really control it. How did she get here? She couldn't quite remember. Her face felt like it was radiating enough heat for the whole room. "Wh-wh-wha—"

The blond boy's handsome face started to get blurry and then everything went blessedly, thankfully black.

…

Naruto blinked, staring confusedly at their newest visitor's supine body, his arms still where they had been about to wrap around her waist.

"Well, that's a first," Neji remarked calmly, not stirring at all.

"Gosh, do you think I overdid it?" Naruto said, wondering if this was the sort of situation in which one gave mouth-to-mouth.

"You overdo everything, idiot," Sasuke said dryly. "That's how this whole thing started."

"She did look a little flustered," Chouji said, coming over to kneel next to Hinata. "Do you think she's okay?"

"Make sure she is," Shikamaru ordered. "She might sue."

"Right!" Naruto said, rushing over to the kitchenette he'd had installed last week and filling a teacup with cold water.

"Don't just dump it on her!" Chouji reproved, snatching the teacup from him before he could do just that. Shikamaru and Sasuke walked over to observe and Neji followed since it was clear he'd look like a jerk if he didn't.

Not about to relinquish the privilege of reviving the damsel in distress, Naruto snatched the teacup back. Chouji retrived it. Naruto swiped it. The teacup went back and forth a few times before the others had had enough.

"Here, I'll do it, since the idiot is so incompetent," Sasuke said, grabbing for the cup.

"No!" Naruto pouted, holding the cup over his head. Chouji and Sasuke both tried to grab it.

"Since you can't decide, I'll do it," Shikamaru said firmly, grabbing Naruto's wrist instead of the cup and dragging his hand down to a more accessible level.

"No you won't!" Naruto shouted, jerking his hand away. The teacup didn't go with it, and the five club members stared in horror (Naruto), worry (Chouji), annoyance (Shikamaru), amusement (Sasuke) and disinterest (Neji).

They were so busy staring that none of them grabbed the cup before it spilled its entire contents on Hinata's face and hair, finally landing on her chest.

"Oooops," Naruto breathed.

"At least the cup didn't break," Shikamaru said. "Replacing it would have been troublesome."

"Oh well," Neji said blandly. "That's not how you revive someone who's fainted anyway."

…

Hinata blinked, wondering why she felt all wet until she noticed the cluster of boys staring down at her. She immediately started blushing again as the boys backed up to give her space.

"My deepest apologies," the blond boy said.

"Yes, apparently Naruto is a klutz as well as an idiot," said the dark-haired boy who had been described as 'brooding'.

"Naruto?"

"That would be me," said the blond. "We should have introductions all around, I suppose. I am Uzumaki Naruto, and Sasuke, Chouji, Neji, and Shikamaru."

Hinata smiled and nodded at the introductions for the sake of politeness, but wanted nothing more but to get out of there. Naruto picked up the teacup that had fallen on her chest (she wasn't really sure how it had gotten there, it must have happened while she was out) and helped her to her feet. The other boys returned to whatever they had been doing before Hinata arrived.

"Might I have the pleasure of your company, Hinata-san?" Naruto asked, bending close again.

Hinata backed up, taking a few deep breaths to avoid blacking out again. "N-no, thank you, Uzumaki-senpai, but I-I really must go and s-s-study…goodbye!"

She practically fled from the room, not waiting to hear if Naruto said anything more.

[A/N: I hope you think Hinata's characterization is okay. I was trying to make her shyness/possible medical issues realistic instead of gimmicky. It's the first time I've done her extensively, too, although I did do a one-shot with her a while back. There will be no appearances of Ouran characters unless I change my mind and decide to do a cameo.]