Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran HighSchool Host Club

Note: Strong(ish) language is used. Viewer discretion is advised (I've always wanted to say that).

"Miss Collins," a new maid hesitantly shook her young mistress awake. "Please wake. It is time for school."

"Get the hell off me," the sleep deprived sixteen-year-old grumbled, "or I will kill you."

The newest member of the staff ran outside the room. She glared at the other maids standing by. They gave her a sheepish smile before heading off to their duties. The sisters of the girl decided it was their turn. They liked waking her up; her threats got better each time. Their sister was a year older than them and way shorter. She was 5'1" and they were 5'6".

Marybelle jumped on top of the grumpy teen and practically sang, "Colette darling, it's time to wake up. Time to start a new, make new friends, and start living."

"I am living," she snapped at her sister and huffed a breath into her face, "See."

Before she could snuggle back under her white blankets, hands pulled her back up. Roxanna smiled at her older sister. "Sissy, come on, please get up."

Roxanna always called her sister that, ever since they were young. Maybe she got it from her nickname CeCe. She was childish, but Colette was glad. She couldn't put up with two sassy Marybelle's. Roxanna's black hair was always down and straight; her brown eyes always had warmth under them. Her twin, Marybelle, had her hair up. It was easier for people to tell them apart. If they didn't do that, then people would mistake them often. It made sense, they did look exactly alike. Colette could tell them apart, only she could, not even their father could.

"Fine, I'm up," she mumbled before swinging her feet over the massive king bed. She was the heir to a major company, so she had the best of the best. The Collins Medicine company was soon to be hers. It was the largest medicine company in Japan, so it was also number one.

"See, all you had to do was be nice," Roxanna stuck her tongue out at Marybelle. She only huffed in response.

Marybelle was, as well as her sisters, attending Ouran Academy. She and her twin were in class 1B and her sister 2A. Colette was always the smartest out of the three by far. She never seemed to fail and rarely studied. Sometimes her sisters would hope she would fail, just once, and they knew it to be awful. They couldn't help it, though, she was just so perfect. She had long light brown hair that was dip-dyed at the end and bright purple eyes. The two loved her eyes, but were always sad to see her hid it them behind green contacts. She hated her eyes, for she could not see the beauty in them.

"Alright, you two," she looked over at the twos childish games, "time to leave."

Marybelle was about to say something sassy when Roxanna dragged her along. She called to her older sister over her shoulder, "Have fun at school, sissy!"

Colette sighed and let a smile through. She really loved those two. They helped her forget her responsibilities and actually let her guard down. But she knew they couldn't help her at school and she stood to get ready for the day. Her fingers felt the fabric of the dress before she sighed again. She really hated the color yellow, and she knew it didn't match pink. She didn't like walking around in the pink school everyday in a huge yellow dress knowing she looked awful. Her petite frame did not go nicely with the yellow monstrosity they called the uniform.

Only one more year to go.

The twins always went to school early since they wanted to talk to their friends before class. Colette always arrived to class right before they bell. She hated school for it was too easy. Everyone knew her hatred for school, so when she sat down thirty minutes early, all conversation stopped. Her eyes shifted from one person to another wondering why all eyes were on her. Did she forget to put on her color changing contacts?

"Aw, my princess is here early!" A boy she knew as Tamaki cooed. His blond hair was all she could she of him.

"Excuse me, but what do you mean 'early?'" She tilted her head to the side. She hated being polite to people.

"There's thirty minutes till the bell," the voice belonged to no other than Kyoya. She tried to stray away from him.

She moaned and hit her head against the desk. The cold wood calmed her temper down slightly. "The stupid brats woke me up early," she hit her head against the wood again. "I could have had more sleep!"

She finally looked up when Tamaki started wailing. "You shouldn't call people brats! It's unladylike and undignified!"

"Look, dude, I could care less about that ladylike shit. I would rather be myself than have someone force me to be someone I'm not," she snapped at the blonde. She was about to say something else when she noticed his eyes. His purple eyes made her think of her own. "Your eyes. . ." she whispered before trailing off.

The blonde looked confused and just blinked at her before saying, "What about my eyes?"

How come she never noticed his eyes before?

She snapped back into reality. "Nothing," she smiled a fake smile, but it looked like a real one to Tamaki. She stood and exited the classroom. Her footsteps echoed down the mostly empty hall. A few looks were sent to her direction, but people let her be. She just had to forget her iPod today. Her footsteps stopped when she looked up to the sign above the door.

"Music Room #3," she read out loud. Fingers pushed open the door and her body entered the abandoned room. She fell down on one of the couches and fell asleep. She wanted back the lost thirty minutes of sleep.

"Should we roll her off?"

"Is she dead?"

"Why isn't she waking up?"

Colette gripped the soft fabric closer to her. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't wish them away. They were destroying her sleep, and she was about to stab them. If they touched her once more, then she would. Their voices just kept getting louder and it took all of her to stop from killing them.

She finally broke.

"If you guys don't shut the fuck up I'm going to cut you," her voice cut through the air and made the hosts stop in their tracks. "So leave me alone to sleep."

"Collins-san(1), you've been sleeping the whole day. It's after school," Kyoya was able to make the girl open one of her eyes.

"Really?" The group of men nodded. "Well, shit." She started openly cursing and kicking her foot to the ground. She stopped when she noticed an older boy man holding his hands over a young boy's ears. She smiled and apologized to him, who in return removed his hands. She loved little kids and thought them to be adorable.

She knelled down to meet the young boys gazed. "Hello," she smiled at the boy, "and who are you?"

"Hi! I'm Mitsukuni Haninozuka and this," he pointed to the taller one, "is Takashi Morinozuka. We're third year students!"

Her heart seemed to drop even further as his words registered. She gaped at the boy. He couldn't be a third year! He was too small, but then again, she had seen stranger things. She slowly stood up. "Well, I guess that's not the strangest thing I've seen. I've lived in America."

She picked up her bag, said apologizes, and left the room. Silence filled the air after the door softly shut. The boys all looked at each other with the same question.

Who was that girl?

Colette slipped into the classroom right as the bell rung. She swung into her seat and huffed. The traffic to school was worse, but it seemed like she would be fine. The teacher was afraid of her, as were most students, and didn't seem to pester her about it. He started lecturing and Colette's mind slipped away. It wasn't like it mattered anyway, she already knew the content.

The flowers outside were mostly reds, but some of them were splashed with whites. It reminded her of the rose garden back at her home. It was the white and red roses that always seemed to have her attention when she had tea outside. She didn't even speak to her sisters; she just stared at the roses.

As lunch came, she pulled out her homemade food. She liked to cook herself food instead of having it made for her. It made her feel better about herself as well as more independent. Though she did have to get up ten minutes earlier, that was not a plus. She use to make the twins lunch, but when they got into high school, they bought theirs.

"My princess, why don't you go to the cafeteria?" Tamaki asked her from behind Kyoya. He was still a little afraid of her.

"The people in their are annoying and not worth my energy," her eyes cut through the air and found the blond. Inside, she chuckled at him, but outside she was calm and composed.

"But-" Tamaki tried before being cut off.

"You tried, so let's go," Kyoya didn't give him time to answer as he turned and walked off.

Colette smirked.

"Come on!" Roxanna dragged her down the hallway.

"Marybelle, where are we going?" Colette asked the girl calmly walking behind them.

She shrugged, "I know, but I'm not going with you."

Before Colette could saying anything, or rather complain, she laughed and went the other way. She sighed as she gazed at the other. She seemed very excited about this, whatever this was, and Colette stopped struggling. If her sister was this excited over something, then she would be too.

She failed to noticed the room she entered, she was too into her thoughts, and the sign over head. Her sister giggled when she was overcome with flower petals and bright light. Colette realized what the room was, and she tried to escape her sisters grip. For someone so cute, she had one hell of a grip.

"Welcome," a group of students stood in front of them and smiled at them.

When Colette saw them, she clawed at the now closed door, praying for it to open. To be able to get out of there would be her biggest dream. The room was quite large and had plenty of couches. It was full of girls drinking and chatting. The couch Colette had slept on a week ago was now full of girls. It wasn't an empty abandoned music room like she thought at first.

This was the Host Club. Sure, she had heard of the club before, but it wasn't much. To her, it seemed like a waste of time; to her and to everyone that attended it. Now that she was here, she was positive that it was a waste of her time. She looked over at her giggling sister and sighed. No more than twenty minutes.

"Welcome back, Roxanna," two identical boys placed their arms around her sister. Colette's arm twitched as if it was ready to move when her mind was. Before she could lift her arm, Roxy giggled, and Colette stopped.

"Sissy," Roxanna smiled down at her sister, "This is Hikaru," she pointed to the one on her left then her right, "and Kaoru Hitachiin. They are in my grade, but not class."

They wagged their fingers back and forth. "Nope, you got it wrong."

"No I didn't! You're just made I can tell you apart."

Colette didn't let her smile shin through, but she enjoyed her sisters stubbornness. Now that she knew their names, she could easily figure out who was who. Their hair was part differently, but she didn't even realize that until after she found a different way. When she saw their "Brotherly Love" she started snickering.

"I'd love to see you do that with Mary-" She was cut off by Roxanna's hand covering her mouth. After she gave her a look, she took her hand off. "Roxy, you okay?"

"Mm-hmm," she replied happily as she bit off her cake. They sat at the twins table and were their only customers.

"So, what's your name?" They asked Colette.

She smiled politely before replying, "Colette Collins."

All chatting and noise seemed to stop as the name made its way through the air and into ears. She was use to this by now since everyone was weirdly afraid of her. Well, more like her fathers company. All eyes bored into her as she sat up straight and let the name register into their brains.

"Can you stop staring?" She snapped at everyone before picking up her bag and leaving.

Silence continued long after the figure left the room.

(1). Did I use it right? I'm never sure how to use honorifics, so I tend to stray away from it. I try once in a while, so tell me if I use it wrong, okay?

Did you enjoy? I normally don't write this much (normal is about a thousand words).

~Julie