Sometimes, you just need to sit down and think about life. This is one of those times.

My name is Kyouya Ootori. I'm…I like to think of myself as the type of 3rd son every 3rd son should be. Never painting out of canvas, but still the painting is as beautiful as it should be. And this is the starting of my journal, one I've decided to keep throughout my life for personal and emergency reference.

Today, it was no lesser than an 'ordinary' day in Ouran High Host Club. Must I explain? Hmm. Alright then. A taste of my marketing skill expertise wouldn't hurt.

Ouran High is defined by two things. Lineage comes first, and wealth a close second. Prosperous people have much time on their hands. Therefore, this Ouran Host Club is about these handsome guys who have time giving hospitality to these lovely young ladies, who also have time…It's an elegant game unique to this super-rich school. That's how Tamaki says it.

For me, it's just a time for me to hone my already sharpened business skill while the others try to impress girls and drink tea.

'Lovely ladies' float in and never out until sharp at 5 o'clock. It's been like this until…she came in. Haruhi Fujioka. Since then, it's been…much more than that.

I sound like a delusional fool in love, don't I? But I'm not. Why would I have feelings for such a foolish girl? A mere commoner…

Yet, that time she looked right at me in the Okinawa Beach House…her eyes…doe-like, large and brown…pierced right through the walls I've built around myself. I still don't know how she did it.

"Excuse me…Kyouya senpai? Kyouya senpai….SENPAI!"

"Yes…?" I looked up from my laptop screen into the very eyes I mentioned. Dear God, Haruhi…

"Yes, Haruhi?"

"It's almost 5 and I've finished my chores, can I leave now?"

"Yes. Please do. "

My answer should have irritated the average human, but she did not stir. Instead she packed her bag, and we stayed like that in comfortable silence. My laptop pinged as I was looking through some files. It was an email.

I clicked on the link, and suddenly it takes me to a video file. Ranka-San's face suddenly jumps in front of me.

"Hi Kyouya-kun! I can imagine your handsome face looking at this now, muacks! Anyway can you please tell Haruhi me and the girls have planned a sleepover tonight at another house and it's getting pretty wild in here, you're welcome to join us !*wink Could you possibly take care of her on her way back? Kay thanks! Ciao! Muah! *Another kiss"

I close the laptop, and pinched my temples. Suddenly I felt warm breath on my neck and I struggled as a chill ran up my spine. My face, however, showed NOTHING.

Haruhi looked at me with those eyes again. Large as saucers and beautiful as ever. She cleared her throat. "So, senpai…Umm…" *Awkward silence…

"Follow me and I'll escort you home" I quickly packed my things, avoided looking at her at all, as we got into the limo and as we arrived at the apartment. I escorted Haruhi to her house.

"Thanks, Kyouya Senpai." For some strange reason she blushed. She looked…very cute. I admit it. She started to close the door.

A sudden feeling and desire aroused in my body, and I found myself blocking the door with my foot.

She looked at me questioningly, and I asked, "Can I stay?"

The night was still young, the stars shone bright in the sky and the cool night wind brushed against my face. I prayed to the gods that she would say a simple yes…