The First Known Hostess ~An Ouran Host Club Story~

Chapter One: The Interview (Finding the Host Club)

"So, Miss Usasami, why did you choose to come to Ouran Academy?" asked the Headmaster. I had to think about it. I didn't want to say that I didn't want to come to Ouran Academy, but it was the truth. I didn't even want to come to live in Japan! I wanted to stay in London and go to school at Rellington Prep. But now, I am sitting here, in Japan, at this elite school for children from rich families. What a joy this has been.

"Well," I lied, "I had heard of Ouran Academy's rich history and culture. It intrigued me, so I just had to apply." The headmaster pressed his fingertips together and looked at a paper in front of him.

"So you are interested in history, Miss Usasami?" I nod.

"Yes, I am. I find it interesting how we, as human beings, learn to slowly progress and adapt. It's the past that is the key to the present and future. I get it from my father, sir."

"Hmm," said the Headmaster, "your father is the architect, correct?"

"Yes, that's correct."

"And your mother is the fashion designer?"

"Correct again… sir." The Headmaster took time to write that down in the 'Parental Occupation' boxes of another form for my mother and father. My father is the CEO of a major architectural company. He supplies workers and supplies, and if the customer is lucky, my father would design a building for them. My father usually creates either 'cutting edge' buildings or Medieval style buildings. That's sort of how you know that a building was built by my father. My mother had just recently started her own business. She became the founder and CEO of her new fashion company: Springtime Sakura. I wish that they had more time for me, but I think that it's better that we stay apart for now. When they are busy, they get aggravated when you interrupt them. So I might as well lay low for now.

"How would you say you performed, last year, school-wise?" the Headmaster finally said.

"I did fairly well, academics wise. But, if you want to talk about communications…" I stopped, "I… didn't do very well." The Headmaster immediately sat up straighter in his Victorian leather chair.

"And why not, Miss Usasami?" I fidgeted in my seat a little. I felt my cheeks start to tinge pink, but I fought hard to resist it.

"Umm… it was because I never really wanted to talk to anyone."

"Okay," said the Headmaster, "And why didn't you want to speak to anyone? Were they picking on you?"

"No," I said quickly, "they did nothing of the sort! It's just that, the kids at Rellington couldn't see past the ends of their own noses. They didn't know that there was a life past the school's walls. They couldn't stand the fact that they would have to be smart and work one day. They had very small perspectives and it made it impossible for me to talk to them, for they had nothing worthwhile to talk about. To put it in shorter terms, they were a bunch of rich snobs!" I clamped my hand over my mouth. I wasn't paying attention to what I was saying. I just let it slip out. He will just expel me right now for sure.

"Miss Usasami, what you have said is very harsh." I had to close my eyes. "But, you are absolutely right." I quickly opened them up again.

"What?" I said.

"You are correct. If it were coming from any other individual, what you just said would have sounded arrogant. But it made sense when you said it because you gave your reasoning. You are really smart, Miss. Really smart."

I was cheering inside my head. I was afraid that I would be ejected from this school when I said that. This is great! This is going to be a snap! I'm going to fly through this school year and –

"-and you will have to endure several accounts of mandatory communication hours." The words 'mandatory communication hours' lingered in the air. This just shot me out of the sky. This year is going to feel way longer than I expected.

"I have to work this whole school year?" I asked, exasperated.

"Miss Usasami, I said several accounts of mandatory communication hours. By the amount of hours you need to complete, you have to work up to your very last day of school… when you graduate!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I have to work somewhere for three years straight. I have to work through Second year, Third year, and Fourth year? This is messed up.

"H-How am I going to do that?" I asked. The Headmaster pondered this question for a moment.

"Your… Your school guide will give you your club to work at. Renge, will you come in please?" I had to sit there and admit defeat. What else was I going to do?

Just then a girl walked in. She had on a yellow dress (school uniform) and her hair was brown. A smile immediately formed on her face when she saw me.

"Hello. My name is Renge Houshakuji." I immediately stood up and bowed.

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Houshakuji. My name is Sakura Usasami." I was not wearing a uniform. I was allowed to wear business attire. That's basically all that I had in my closet (besides from several regular outfits). I looked like a young business woman. It sort of drove me crazy, but I was used to it.

"Renge, you should take Miss Usasami to see your club."

"I would love to, Headmaster, but which club should I bring her to? If you recall, I am apart of five different clubs." The Headmaster looks at her over the top of his glasses.

"Why, bring her to the hosts." He said reassuringly. Renge got an even bigger smile on her face and grabbed my wrist.

"Come on, Sakura. I must take you to meet the Host Club!" She started to walk away, literally dragging me behind her.

"That would be very nice, Renge, but I don't know what a host club is!" I will never forget that day for two reasons: Reason number one- It was the day that I was, literally, dragged into this crazy mess; and Reason number two- Renge covered my mouth with her hand because I was screaming down the hall.

After we passed two corridors, we slowed to a calm walk. Renge started rambling on and on about her various clubs and after school activities. After fifteen minutes straight of listening to her talk, I wondered how people could stand having her as their club president. She is the president of four of the clubs, but she avoided telling me about the fifth club. The fifth club was the Host Club.

"Renge," I said, "What are we doing?" She looked back at me and simply said,

"I am taking you to Music Room Three. That's where the Host Club is." I was generally confused.

"But Renge, what is the Ouran Host Club?" She looked back at me and smiled. But instead of waiting for me, she started running ahead. I had to keep up, so I started running, too. We ran past a garden and an outside corridor, but she wasn't slowing down.

"Renge," I shouted, "What the hell are you doing?" She didn't say anything, but she looked back and smiled at me.

'What the hell is wrong with this girl?' I thought. We finally ran into a dark corridor, and we stopped at the end.

"Well, that was refreshing. Wasn't it, Sakura?" She looked at me and started laughing. I looked into a mirror that was hanging on the wall. My hair fell out of the hair clip that I had it in and my trench coat's tie came undone. I looked like a total mess.

"Refreshing? That was horrible! I can't believe you made me run through the whole school!" I was fixing myself in the mirror when Renge spoke.

"I did it so you would remember how to get your way through the school. Did it work? Do you remember how to get back to the Headmaster's office?" Once I thought about it, I did remember how to get to certain places. I turned the mirror to face me, and Renge was totally out of view.

"As a matter of fact, it did help. Thank you, Renge. But, can you please tell me what we're doing here?"

"Just open the door." She said.

"Renge, why can't you tell me? Renge?" I turned the mirror back to it's original state and looked back at Renge, but she wasn't there.

"What the hell?" I muttered to myself. The last words that she said rang inside my head.

'Just open the door.' I had a nervous feeling inside my stomach. I didn't know what I had to do.

'Just open the door.' I slowly approached the door to Music Room Three. I grabbed the door handle with a shaking hand. There was the fateful moment when I turned the handle. The door opened without any force. I immediately saw seven handsome boys wearing Egyptian outfits standing in front of the door.

"Hello, beautiful little Cleopatra." Said a blond haired, blue eyed seventeen year old in a pharaoh costume. "Welcome to the Ouran Host Club."