Hello! This story was written by me and Summonergirl001, but I'm posting it here because I'm extremely inactive.
Warning! There's gonna be a bit of swearing. We will try our hardest to keep the characters... well, in character. And yes, OC pairings. You'll figure them out soon! This is here for you guys to enjoy, so enjoy it! Hehe
The bell rang at Ouran Academy. It was a school for the elite rich (and one popular lad by the name of Haruhi who was quote unquote, a commoner). It was during this particular time that one (well, several other) young ladies who attended this fine academy started heading towards the third music room. For, most of them had a terrible amount of free time on their hands. And it was during this free time they went to see the Ouran High School Host Club, made up of the most beautiful (and Cute) boys of Ouran.
For what seemed like the sixtieth time (when in truth it was only the fourteenth) time, a young woman stood staring at the double doors of the music room. She started walking towards the stairs, thinking to leave and just ignore it. Then she would look over her shoulder with large green eyes and walk back to the door, expecting to open it and finally go inside. She would touch the door knob ever so slightly, before she would flinch and jump back as if it had been wired. Then she would start heading towards the stairs, then head back towards the door. She would repeat this action for several minutes before usually deciding to leave and go down the stairs.
The black haired girl stopped at the door, gripping her own hand tightly to the knob so she could not let go. Her eyes were closed and her face and expression of what could almost be described as pain, but was actually a very deep concentration as her mind and heart battled for supremacy. "Go in!" Her heart would say. "Don't you want to be at the attention of cute boys!" She would almost pull open the door, when her brain would jump in and aid in her ideas. "No! You don't want to be the center of attention. You'll freak out and probably faint. You know what those sorts of situations do to you. Plus, they're hosts! They. Don't. Love. You."
It was that last knowledge that made her jolt once again away from the door, looking more hurt and pained that seemed possible. She dropped her head, holding her tiny pale fists at her sides, until the knuckles couldn't seem to turn any whiter. She still seemed to want to go in, but her heart and mind continued their little arguments until finally; the fates decided what was going to happen. The door swung open, showering the unsuspecting (and very surprised) Aru in a shower of beautiful red rose petals. For a second, she was surprised from the light radiating from the door and looked up, rose petals falling around her face and open hands like snow flakes. She looked as if it was snow being experienced for the first time, instead of just regular rose petals.
"Welcome to the Host Club, Hime!"
"Ah- I- I-" Aru stuttered at the sight of the once-empty music room's interior.
Inside it was warm and there were trees and plants native to what seemed like Africa to her. She looked back over to the Host Club, each member was wearing a unique tribal outfit. It was all too much for her to handle, but she was ushered in further by the Princely type, Tamaki.
"Miss Takana," Kyoya greeted, writing something down in his black notebook. "First name; Aru. Age 16. Her father is an American business man and her mother is the daughter of a local tycoon. She is known as being mouse-like, overly paranoid, and lingering outside the third music room for extended periods of time." Kyouya pushed up his glasses, and smiled sweetly. "First time at the Host Club."
Aru stared at Kyoya for a moment, surprised by how much information he had on her and how bluntly he had stated it. Furthermore, how had HE known that she was in front of the Host Club so often? Wasn't he always INSIDE the Host Club?
"Well, I-" Aru started to speak, but was quickly interrupted.
"Hellooooo Host Club!"
Aru turned to look at the two girls entering the Host Club. One girl, a tall blonde with bright blue eyes (the one who had greeted everyone so loudly) led the way. Behind her was a girl, roughly the same height (about five foot six). She did not look happy to be there, that much was for sure. Her algae colored eyes were full of discomfort and annoyance. The frown on her face only drew attention to the freckles across her nose, which were really quite cute. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, the dirty blonde strands falling down in waves to her shoulders, and her sidebangs were swept back in pins, which made Aru think that perhaps the girl had just come from a sport or gym class.
"Kara," the second girl said to the first, "Kindly shut the fuck up."
"Exsqueeeeeze me?" Kara, the blonde, turned with a great grin. "I'm sorry, did you say something, Yun-chan?"
"Hey! What'd I say about name-calling!" the aforementioned Yun-chan shouted back.
"We are very lucky that you two are the first customers of the day," Kyoya wrote something else in his notebook. "Aside from Miss Takana, that is."
"Eh?" Kara looked over to see the poor Miss Takana. "Oh, sorry! Hiya, I'm Kara Tansuki, and this is my friend Yuriko Hishoutori. Pleasure to meet you,"
Yuriko smiled warmly, "Sure, she turns on the politeness now. Nice to meet you, Miss Takana. I apologize for my friend's idiocy."
Aru tested out a meek smile, "It is very nice to meet you too, Tansuki-san, Hishoutori-san,"
"Pfft, oh please," Kara laughed out loud, "Just call me Kara. We're all Host Club folk here. No formalities or anything,"
"And call me Yuri." Yuri said stubbornly.
"Yun-chan." Kara corrected.
This started a whole new fight which made Aru laugh. The Host Club started off in their separate directions, Hunny and Mori to find some cake, Haruhi to cook up a new pot of Commoner's Coffee, while Tamaki and Kyoya spoke about kotatsus or the like. Hikaru and Kaoru stayed over with Yuri and Kara.