A/N: Welcome to my first fan fiction...ever. Please be kind. I have great things planned for this story. It's going to be a long one that will span out over several years in the story line. This chapter is a short introduction. Future chapters will be longer. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not, nor will I ever, own Ouran High School Host Club. That honor belongs to Bisco Hatori.
Ouran Academy: where the rich and well-bred of Japan send their sons and daughters to school. It is better known as the playground for the upper echelon of society. And somewhere in those halls, lies Music Room #3. For the past three years, Music Room #3 has served as the club room for the Host Club.
The Host Club, founded by third year Tamaki Suoh, was established based on beauty (namely his) and the notion that beauty should be shared with the world. For the past three years, the young women of Ouran Academy have spent their after school hours sitting with the princes of the Host Club, playing at romance and other silly trifles.
Since its establishment, the Host Club has had a strong presence in the school and has never failed to open (with one exception from the previous year). The fourth year promised to be just as exciting and eventful as the former three, and the members of the club had gathered just outside Music Room #3 in eager anticipation to start the new year.
However, nothing ever goes as planned for the Host Club and this year would be no exception. Every member of the club: Tamaki, Kyoya, Honey, Mori, the Twins, and even Haruhi, gathered around the doors of the club to read a little sign.
Music Room 3 will be closed until further notice. Do NOT enter. NO EXCEPTIONS!
-Board of Directors.
Despair was visible on each Host's face. They viewed this sign as a tragedy, but little did they know that this sign would change their lives forever.