I must be crazy….would u guys like to know why? I'm starting another fanfic even tho I have a buttload of unfinished ones….SO SAD. But I can't help it, I love Ouran High School Host Club and the Hitachiin twins are the bomb! This is a HikaruxOC fanfiction b/c as much as I love the Hitachiin twins, Hikaru beats Koaru, I'm sorry, Koaru fans. Ok, enough of my rant: PLEASE R&R: onward with my story!

INFO:

Name: Fumiko (child of treasured beauty) Suzuki

Age: 16 (same as the twins and haruhi)

Sex: Girl, no shit

Grade: 10

School: Going to Ouran High

Hair: Indigo

Eyes: Purple

Body: Slim frame, big boobs, so people call you a whore sometimes.

Other info: Parents are owners of hotels (like London Tipton, in a way)

~CHAPTER 1~

'Geez, my mom's making me go to a snobby school full of rich people. What's wrong with being homeschooled anyways?' My 'lovely' mother is making me go to a rich, stuck up private school otherwise known as Ouran High. But then again, I am rich, but stuck up? I think not. Plus, have you even seen the pitiful excuse for a school uniform the girls have to wear? Come on, even wearing an omelet is more attracting…..ok, maybe not, but I really do think the people who made the dress based it on an omelet—yellow, fat, ugly. Maybe I should just wear the guy's uniform, but get it tailored, plus with a skirt. Yes, that will do. Before you think any further, I am not a girly-girl. I guess you can say that I'm a tom-boy with a good taste in fashion.

While I was rambling on to myself, I packed my bags. I put in a few of my favorite outfits: A loose, over the shoulder white top with a black belt for my waist, paired with black skinny jeans or shorts; A Lolita styled dress that hugged my every curve; A black top that was tight around my torso and had baggy sleeves; A few assorted colored tank-tops; many pairs of skinny jeans; and of course, shoes. Then, I also put in my bras, underwear, whatever crap I needed. If there was something I needed, I'll use my credit card to buy it, of course. Yes, I have a credit card! I'm basically a smarter, less girly version of London Tipton (shudders at the thought).

"Honey! Are you done yet?!" My mother called from downstairs. I think I'm done, so I asked the maid to take my three very, very full luggages downstairs as I took my over-sized purse and sunglasses with me. Oh, did I mention that I live about a gazillion miles away from Ouran High? So, instead of commuting back and forth every day, I get my own house next to the school! And my own maid and driver, ah, what a life.

After the long, tiring drive, I was just ready to kill myself. My driver was talking to my maid, more like flirting. And my mom was constantly dotting on me. But at least I got to Ouran without trying to commit suicide.

As I came out of the limo—with my stunner shades, and silver, shiny mini-dress—everyone looked at me with a look that said one of these few things:

'Hmm, a new face around here huh?'

'Who the hell is that whore?'

'Mmhmm, she's fiiiine'

'Of course, that much is expected from the daughter Mr and Mrs Suzuki.'

I just sighed and rolled my eyes. Too bad they can't see my expression due to my sunglasses. I got dropped off here, without even a goodbye, not that I cared. I just clung onto my purse and marched down the road into the school.

Ok, I'll admit it. I got totally lost due to my complete stupidity. There were maps at the headmaster's office, but noooo my stupid ego got in the way and I decided to roam around like a total idiot. I walked aimlessly for quite a while until I heard some people mumbling in a room called the Third Music Room. 'might as well check it out.'

Boy, was that a mistake. As soon as I opened the door, light shined out and I was blinded by rose petals. I think I ate some o.o' Oh well, after the light had done it's temporary damage on my eyes, I saw seven, no six boys. The other was a girl. 'Lucky her, she doesn't have to wear an omelet, like I will be bound to once I get it,' I thought glumly.

"Why hello, my beautiful lady, who may you be?" A tall blonde freak with purple eyes spoke.

"I think it's common courtesy to introduce yourself first," I retorted cooly.

"Why of course, my sweet lass, I'm Tamaki Suoh," Then, he kissed my hand. I think I shall burn it now.

"U-uh, sure……." I had a WTF look on my face.

"Why, young beauty, are you stunned by my looks?" He grabbed your chin.

"No, I think I need to burn the hand that you kissed," I said sarcastically, but I don't think that Tamaki got that, since he cuddled into his emo corner to cry or what not. 'God, what a wimp,' I thought as I looked in disbelieve.

"Something tells me that she isn't here" "For the host club," I turned around to see two identical twins with olive eyes and reddish brown hair.

"And you guys are?" I know, I'm being such a hypocrite, saying that it's common courtesy to introduce yourself first. But then again, I'm no perfect lady.

"Koaru," "Hikaru," "Hitachiin,"They said the Hitachiin in perfect unison. Then it hit me, they're mom was a designer, and I was wearing one of her designs right this second, which they noticed. They put their arms around my shoulders and both whispered into my ears.

" I see that you like our mother's designs. It suits you very well,"I shivered as I felt their warm breath on my ears.

"As a matter of fact, I am." I said with a smirk.

"Name: Fumiko (child of treasured beauty) Suzuki

Age: 16 (same as the twins and haruhi)

Sex: Girl,

Grade: 10

School: ouran high

Hair: Indigo

Eyes: Purple" A boy with glasses and black hair suddenly stated. I looked at him with a glare. What was he? A stalker? As if he read my mind, he replied, "I'm Kyoya Otori. I got these from the hospital records."

I just stared in disbelief. Just who were these freaks? I examined a group: The blonde drama king, Tamaki; The two devious Hitachiin twins; Mr. Know-it-all, Kyoya; A cross dresser; A short, cute kid that looks too young to be in high school; and a silent tall guy. And to answer my question, they replied, in unison, of course.

"And together makes us the Ouran High School Host Club," They then did a wacky pose and I stood there like a clueless idiot, sweatdropping.

"This is Haruhi Fujioka, Mitsukuni Haninozuka, aka Honey, and Takashi Morinozuka, aka Mori," Know-it—um, I meant, Kyoya pointed to the other members.

"And here I thought that the host club only had guy members," I pondered out loud. Oops, my mistake, now drama king here is up in my face.

"And what do you mean by that?" He asked/demanded.

"Haruhi is a girl, right?" I asked/proclaimed.

The whole room looked at me with looks that said this: Tamaki—'Oh no! She found out!', Haruhi—'she's smart', the Hitachiin twins—'She can be our new toy', Kyoya—'I should take notes about this one', Honey—'I want cakes', Mori—'blank'.

"What?" I looked at them in disbelief. I thought that they would be much smarter than this, "It's obvious. She has a girly face and she's short." I pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

"Since she knows our secret now, she can be part of the host club!" Tamaki had an evil look that I didn't like at all.

"Wait, what?!" I panicked, "Are you gonna put me through plastic surgery to make me a guy?!" I stated with a sense of jokingness to it. (if jokingness is a word…….)

"No, you'll be a hostess, who tends to guys," Said the Shadow King, Kyoya. "Yes, that will give us more profit." I sweat-dropped. I had to act like a whore and seduce guys now? What did I do wrong?

"Yes, she has a pretty face," "And nice package," The Hitachiin twins were checking me out like I was a shiny new toy.

"HOLD UP!" I practically yelled, but calmed down, "And why should I do that?"

"We'll let you wear a girl version of the boy's uniform," How did Kyoya know everything, seriously. HOW?! I thought about that, 'All I have to do is go around flirting with various guys. Not only will I get more popular, but I'll also avoid being clothed in the omelet dress. Good deal, I guess. I mean, how bad will it be?'

"Deal," I shook hands with Tamaki.

But boy, was that a BIG mistake.

So, how did you guys think about that?

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Whatever you think, please tell me either in a private message or by reviewing it. I don't mind flames. I just think of it was an assertive way to tell me what I did wrong and point out my flaws. I finally found out what a Mary-Sue was. I don't think that Fumiko is freakishly perfect, does she? Please tell me, I MUST know. And also, I hope you readers and inform me if one of the characters are too OOC. Please, don't be afraid to point out my flaws so I can fix them. I don't bite, but I never said anything about blowing you up with a bazooka :]

I must say, I'm very unpleased with myself……all of my OCs so far are all kind of the same—sarcastic. I think that this OC is based upon myself (omg that sounds so conceited –bashes me head on the wall for sinking to a low level-) She's rude, sarcastic, gets angry fast, overdramatic sometimes, and some other personalities that she doesn't quiet show in the first chappy. She ISN'T Mary-sue, right? Huhhh? Huuuuuuuh? HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH?

Updates shall come slowly since school is in full swing, so I'll be posting up about…..one or two a week? I also need to do the others UUUGH stupid me, writing too many fanfics. Ok, click the green button. This will only take you 2 minutes, at most. Unless you live in Antartica, where there is no internet, or decide to right me an essay as a critique. -.-'