Me. Fujioko Haruhi. Sixteen-year-old brunette. Cross dresser. To be honest with you, I'm not really bothered about whether people think me a boy or girl. I didn't exactly know hacking the majority of my hair would make me look like a male. I guess the fact that I'm flat-chested helps that matter. But as soon as I 'became' male, I became more noticed. People started to talk to me more. Yep that's true, I look better as a boy.
My ambition? To become a lawyer like my mother. Sometimes people ask me, "Do you really want to become a lawyer?" I guess they think that's I'm forcing myself to do that just because mum is gone. But I don't. Not really. I actually find it interesting, speaking for justice and all of that. But I really want my mum to be proud of me. And that has to be my biggest ambition yet.
Some people say that when you lose one thing, you gain another. I lost mother, but what did I gain? I still live in the same apartment, I have the same father, and I don't think swapping schools actually counts as gaining something. No, gained something I didn't expect. Six boys.
The Host Club. Consisting of: Suou Tamaki, Ootori Kyouya, Hitachiin Hikaru and Hitachiin Kaoru, Mitsukuni Haninozuka and Takashi Morinozuka. I met them in the most unexpected way, trying to find a quiet place to study. Opening the doors of the Third Music Room, knocking over a vase that cost 8,000,000 yen. And so began the debt. A debt which only Ootori Kyouya could calculate. I thought it was going to take me forever to pay off.
At first I was the Club's 'dog'. Pouring the tea, serving the food. Sort of like a waiter. Waitress. Waiter. They thought me a boy. And then they removed the gigantic glasses I wore, to cover up my big chocolate eyes. I was immediately whisked away and before I knew it I landed the job as a host.
So, I had to entertain girls. What did girls like? Wait a second, I'm a girl myself so shouldn't I have known? They started asking me questioned. I answered them as honestly as I could. I didn't put on a fake voice and start dramatizing my life story. I had no way of knowing what to do as a host. But they began to like it. The designators that is. I wasn't lying to them at all, not even about my gender. In fact they were the ones who thought I was a boy. I was merely a girl wearing a boy's uniform.
However I am a girl. And I was closely working with six other, gorgeous boys. I guess they didn't appeal to me at the time. I didn't fall for their good looks or charms. I didn't fall for them at all. To be perfectly honest, they annoyed me. They pulled me away from my dream of becoming a lawyer. Each day I was constantly reminded of that over powering debt I had. Some days I questioned myself, why?
As I said, I am a girl. And slowly, after my debt was paid off, I had begun to like them a little more than I should have. Each and every one of them; from the dramatic ones, to the cake eating ones. It became obvious to me that they started to develop deep feelings for me. And then that's when the conflicts started.
Who knew a girl like me, a 'low commoner' could make a dent in the hearts of six young men. I wish I hadn't. But then again it was nice to know that people care about me. I mean I know my mum and dad do, but other than family. It makes me feel wanted. But the more they cared, the more they fought. They stayed together as a club entertaining girls to their hearts content; but there was only one girl that could have a place in their heart.
And that girl had to leave.
