Michiko doesn't really care about anything. Money. Status. Power. Love. It all seems irrelevant to her. All she does is stay in her room. Her parents get fed up with her and declare that they will disown her the moment she turns 18 which is half a year away. They suggest she enroll in Ouran Private High School and get a husband to support her. Her grades slip and the other students seem to fear her, or her filthy rich parents, and the only entertainment she finds is shaking things up in the "perfect family" of the host club. [No Honey or Mori!] {KyoyaXOc and HaruXTami}

I don't own any of the characters or the anime/manga that is Ouran HSHC. I just made up this story for fun

Chapter One ~ You're Going To Ouran!

Michiko sat in the comfort of her room bumping to her favorite rock band. The Macabre. Their music was awesome. For her sixteenth birthday, her parents had them sing for her. Now a year later, things were so different. She was no longer going to school, having dropped out as a result of an ordeal that left her without ambitions. She just stayed in her room on her computer, finding entertainment that didn't result in her leaving her room. Her personal maid brought her food every few hours of the day and a private bathroom was built into her room.

She knew her parents were worried and when that happened they usually made insane decisions.

Knock, knock!

"Come in," she said, not taking her eyes off the screen.

The door opened and her parents, dressed in formal attire, entered her room. They stood there in the middle of her room in silence. She tried to ignore them, typing away at the keys. She couldn't help but pause and glance up at them. Their presence made her usually uncomfortable.

Sighing in defeat, Michiko finished a last sentence and then slowly drew her hands away from the keys. With that, she slowly looked up at them, giving that her complete attention.

"Yes?" she said.

"It has been half a year. We expect you to re-enroll-"

She gave them a look [Like this - (-_-)]. "Not happening."

"Then, you have a choice to make," spoke her father, who seldom ever said anything to her. He was indeed her step-father, yet her mother always pushed her treat him like a father. According to Mama-dear, her father had abandoned them as soon as he heard that Michiko was conceived.

"Either become disowned or attend Ouran Academy like your brother (half-brother)."

"Are those my only choices?" she asked in half mock. "I chose disowned."

"What?!" exclaimed her mother. "You-"

"I don't really care-"

Her father laughed humorless. "Too bad. You're going to Ouran!" With that he stormed out.

Michiko was a naturally laid back and calm person, except when she was excited about something. She became a bunny-rabbit with a limitless amount of energy, hopping about non stop. Her friends from America called it her Bubble- Effect. She was born as a single calm floating bubble but then she split into a frenzy of tinier bubbles. That's why as a nickname, they called her Bub.

Michiko hated the Ouran Academy uniform for the girls. Her parents couldn't go to Tokyo with her so she had to rent an apartment in the city. There was no way she was going to move in with her brother. She was able to get her hand on a guy's uniform and an idea formed in her head. It would be a great way to start the year...

"Haruhi, why are you so mean to Daddy?" cried Tamaki.

"Because! You're! Annoying! Me!" Haruhi pushed him away from her. He had just randomly come up to her and hugged her from behind. His warm breath on her neck as he spoke. He almost saw her rose-red blush. It was all she could do not to run away embarrassed.

Hikaru and Kaoru could be seen laughing at their King as he crawled over to a corner to sulk, in the background. One would think that as a third year, Tamaki would have matured, but no. Mori and Honey no longer went Ouran, having graduated the year before. Though, they visited them often.

A first year had replaced one of them. His name was Keichiiro Kururuki. He had a cold and careless heart, though girls seem to like his bad boy exterior. According to Kyoya-sempai, he was the only son of a very successful business person who was in the business of toy manufacture and distribution.

For a person raised in a playful atmosphere, Kururuki-kun lacked his inner child. Even Kyoya had an inner child as hard as it was to believe. Haruhi had seen it in a few rare occasions.

"You should try smiling," said Haruhi, standing beside him.

He grimaced. "Hn.."

"And you should try dressy girlie!" he snapped.

"Pleasant attitudes, Keichiiro-kun" said Kyoya cooly, appearing from out of nowhere.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm out of here."

The other five host members watched as Kei left.

Haruhi came home later than usual. She had to stay after with the twins since it was their turn to lock the club room and make sure everything was spit-spot for the next morning.

Her father was worried, but calmed down after she explained. As she entered the kitchen, she was greeted by a smiling pale face.

"Ohayo!" the girl greeted. She looked a little older than herself. Maybe twenty-one.

"I just moved in next door," she said in an apologetic tone. My utilities don't seem to be working so your auntie let me use yours'. I hope you don't mind."

Haruhi felt frozen. The girl looked like a supermodel. She had flowing, beautiful blonde hair, and sparkling violet-crimson eyes. Her skin was flawless. She was tall and thin. Her style was a bit odd though. A pair of giant indigo-blue headphones were on her head. She wore multiple rings on her fingers, multiple bracelets on her wrists, and multiple necklaces around her neck. Her bubble-gum pink jacket looked like silk. Under it was a pure white satin spaghetti strap shirt. For bottoms she wore a frilly turquoise skirt with tight pink leg warmers, and five-inch strappy white heels that looked painful to walk in.

Her dad appeared behind Haruhi. "Hyuuga-san," he said. "This is my daughter. I think you're around her age."

"Please, dad," Haruhi rolled her eyes.

"Mou, what's that suppose to mean?" she pouted. "I'm only seventeen?"

Haruhi's eyes widened. "S-s-s-seventeen? That can't be..."

The girl, Hyuuga-san, smirked like a narcissist. "I know it's so hard to believe since I'm so breathtakingly beautiful." She did a complete spin right there in the middle of the kitchen and finished with wink as if she were a spokesperson on TV.

Is she serious?

"Do you need any help unpacking?" asked her father.

She straightened up as if breaking out of a role. "Nah, I'll be fine. I'll finish after school." Her gaze suddenly dropped on Haruhi. She suddenly rushed to her and grabbed her wrist and brought it up to her eyes.

Haruhi, annoyed, pulled her arm back. "What's your problem?" she demanded.

The girl only smiled. "Looks like we'll be attending the same school, Fujioka-san." There was no getting this girl mad. She walked pass them, excusing herself.

"So when's dinner?" laughed her dad.

Haruhi sighed.

Michiko stood outside, staring out at the crescent moon that began the month. It was her favorite one. She always imagine a black cat in the sky smiling at her side-ways where two bright stars made up the eyes. Her younger brother had shown her it once and now that was all she could see when she looked up at the night sky.

A year and a half ago, during one of his visits to America, they got into this big argument and had not spoken since.

"Brace yourself, crybaby," she whispered to the moon as she made her way back inside to her apartment.

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