Aurora Koga sat quietly and watched the world go on around her. Teenagers flitting from one group to another, all chatting quietly amongst themselves, the girls clad in regulatory yellow gowns and the boys smartly dressed in blue uniforms.

Of course, not knowing that there was a uniform to be worn at the school, she had stumbled into the elite building earlier wearing a pair of well-worn jeans and a t-shirt proclaiming the dark knight's emblem. Adding her thick mane of perpetually messy, curly hair to the equation and she looked conspicuously out of place in a school full of slender attractive young women.

It was awkward trying to find the classroom that morning and even more awkward when she did finally locate it for it seemed as though all eyes were scrutinizing the odd looking creature who seemed to tower over most of the female population and most likely out weighed the remainder.

It was a relief to be released during the lunch period though God knows it wasn't for any sort of association with her peers. However, it was nice to sit outdoors and simply observe the goings-on around her, silently watching the little dramas unfolding and sketching the likenesses she saw. Every now and then a small smile would form on her lips as she saw something that especially amused her.

She passed her time in this manner for some time until she became aware of a shadow stopping directly in her light.

"Hello there, I see you're a new attendee here at Ouran," a calm and distinctly male voice observed.

Choosing to give him as little reason as possible to continue with this unwanted conversation , she answered with a nod.

"And seeing that I would never let such a beautiful princess wither away in this establishment, I am extending a personal invitation for you to visit Music Room 3!" and here Aurora jumped at the transformation of the cool, collected voice into the exuberant (and slightly effeminate) one she was now hearing.

She felt fingers crawling under her chin and coyly lifting her face up.

"Now let's have a look at your delicate, beautiful...AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!" the voice screamed after seeing her face (and hair) in all its glory.

Aurora half-lidded her eyes in irritation and at once saw that her first impression was mistaken for there were two boys standing in front of her. One was a slender young man with dark hair and grey eyes covered with glasses and the other (persumably the owner of the hand so nonchalantly dragged across her face) was a tall blond with bluish purple eyes. Both were obviously handsome although they couldn't look any more different. The blonde was attractive in an elegant, princely sort of way whereas and the dark-haired one seemed to have a smoldering almost seductive look about him.

At the moment, the blonde seemed to have jumped back several feet into a pose of fear and terror while his friend looked on in amusement. Well, it was obvious that their looks hadn't hampered them in their ability to annoy random girls.

"What did you want?" Aurora ask, her voice icy.

The blonde seem to recover slightly and said hesitantly, "W-well, my name is Tamaki and this is my friend Kyoya and..."

"I didn't ask you your names. What do you want?" she repeated, embarrassment making her blunt.

Tamaki opened his mouth before Kyoya slapped a hand over it and said, "We were just inviting you to a club that we run. Your name is Aurora, correct?"

"Rory."

"What?"

"I'm usually called Rory. Aurora makes me feel weird."

He lightly pushed his glasses up (a calculated move, she was sure) and replied, "All right, Rory. Tamaki and I would personally like to invite you to Music Room 3 after school."

"For your club? Is it a music club?"

Kyoya smirked and answered, "Not...exactly. I would tell you but we would prefer to keep it a surprise."

"Why? Ya dealing drugs there or something?" she inquired blankly.

Mortified, Tamaki proclaimed, "NO! Of course not! We're not doing anything ille..."

"It was a joke," Rory explained as she gathered up her sketchpad and other items "And I need to get to class."

"What about the club?!" Tamaki called out as she started walking, make that running to the door.

"I'll think about it," She said over her shoulder.

Tamaki smiled and looked hopefully at his friend.

"I hope she'll visit the Host Club!"

"You'd better hope she does. After that stunt, I'd be surprised if she doesn't file a complaint against you."