Chapter 1
A dark blue Harley-Davidson pulled up at the entrance of an extremely pink school. The rider of the cycle pushed the kickstand down and cut the engine. She removed her helmet, allowing dark brown glossy curls to bounce out. Emerald eyes scanned the area, ignoring the odds stares she was receiving from students. She stuffed her keys into her worn out black leather messenger bag as she got off her bike. Her helmet was placed safely in the small compartment on the back of her motorcycle.
'This looks more like a Disney castle than a school,' She thought with a roll of her eyes. Boys in blue and black suits and girls wearing yellow marshmallows stared at the stranger's appearance and motorcycle. She wore a lacy dress, which was the same hue as the boys' uniforms, a black sash, around her waist, black open toe pumps, with blue bows on top, and fingerless black gloves.
Ignoring the whispers from students with nothing better to do with their lives, she walked to the school and to the front office. A lady sat, busying herself with a stack of paperwork at the front desk.
"Hello, I'm the new student," the brunette told the lady. The lady looked up from her paperwork, and her eyes widen.
"Oh, yes of course! Please, go to Chairman Souh's office please," she answered, pointing to a large, expensive, oak door.
"Thank you," the girl knocked on the door.
"Come in," a voice called out. She entered the chairman's office. He sat behind a large wooden desk that must have cost five times the amount of the door. It seemed that everyone had a truckload of paperwork today.
"Hello, I'm the new student," she repeated.
"Yes, our new scholarship student," Mr. Souh smiled and pulled out a student file. "You must be Ms. Jones Harley, but where are the other four scholarship students?"
"I took an earlier flight then theirs. They'll be here in a today or tomorrow," Harley explained.
"I understand. Let me get your student guide book, schedule, and map," he said, and handed her a thick travel size paperback book and a sheet of paper. "You shall be in class 2-A with my son Tamaki. About your uniform…" he trailed off.
"I can't afford it," she added quickly. Hell will freeze over on the day that she wore the yellow poofs masquerading as a dress.
"I suppose you could wear ordinary clothing as long as they're appropriate and they're the school colors, blue, black, and yellow," Souh assured her, understanding her dismay.
"Arigato sensei." Harley said, remembering the Japanese customs she had studied on before her trip here. Bowing, she left the chairman's office.
The hallways were a maze of elaborate and lavish carpets. The map that the chairman had given Harley did not help her at all. Everyone she came across would scoff at her the moment they saw her cheap knock-off pumps or heard her American accents whenever she asked for directions. The first period didn't even start yet, and Harley was already planning her revenge over nearly half the student body. Staring at her map, she tried to make sense of it. Without realizing it, Harley had bumped into someone.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Harley exclaimed, having accidently knock down the stranger's books. Without thinking, she picked up the thick textbooks and handed them to the stranger. 'That's strange, why is this girl wearing the boys uniform?' Harley thought. The cross-dressing girl had wide brown eyes framed by long lashes and light brown hair that was cut short. She was thin and shorter then Harley by five inches.
"It's okay," she told Harley. "I'm Fukijoka Haruhi."
"I'm Har-um I mean Jones Harley, the new scholarship student," Harley said fumbling with the eastern name change.
"It's nice to meet you Jones-san, I'm also a scholarship student," Haruhi smiled.
"Oh thank god!" Harley hugged the younger girl. "Finally someone who isn't a snuck up snob!" She heard Haruhi snicker.
"I know what you mean. Some of the people here can act like a bunch of rich bastards."
"I know, right? It's like I'm asking for directions and they're sneering at my five-dollar gloves." Harley said throwing her hand up in the air in frustration.
"Are you lost?" Haruhi asked. "This place can be a bit overwhelming."
"I am, and it is," Harley agreed. "Do you know where room 2-A is?
"Yes, I do. Just take 2 rights from here, when you see a weird painting with fish coming out of the sea with a turtle on its back, take a left, and then there will be a door with a sign hanging above it saying 'Class 2-A' in Japanese," Haruhi informed her.
"Thank you Haruhi," Harley smiled.
"Your welcome, Jones-san."
"Call me Harley. Jones-san sounds like some car company," she told the younger girl. Haruhi smiled at the American girl. It was refreshing to talk to someone who wasn't corrupted by money and arrogance. The first warning bell rang signaling the start of first period in five minutes.
"Got to go, Haruhi," Harley waved at Haruhi.
"Bye, Harley," she called out to the older girl as she ran to her class.
Harley had run into classroom 2-A seconds after the first period bell rang.
"Sorry Sensei, I got lost on my way here," Harley apologized to the teacher.
"Since it's your first day, it's acceptable," He told her. She looked at her new class. Everyone was staring at her, the new girl. Some girls glared at her others smiled sweetly, hoping to make a new friend. Most of the boys were eyeing her up and down, thankful for a new attractive girl, except a dark haired boy wearing thin metal wire glasses. Harley saw another boy who greatly resembled Chairman Souh aside from his violet eyes. She supposed that he must be the chairman's son.
"Why don't you tell the class about yourself, Ms. Jones?" the teacher said. 'I don't suppose you're going to give me a choice,' Harley thought.
"I'm Harley Jones, and I'm from America. Don't call me Jones-san because I won't answer to that. Call me Harley or nothing at all. And I know that I drive a Harley-Davidson, and I know that my name's Harley so don't make jokes about it. I'm here on an academic scholarship, but I also play piano, guitar, and violin. Don't raise your hands. I'm not answering any questions," she told the class in a 'I don't want to tell you about me, but I don't have a choice' voice. Ignoring her last statement, a girl raised her hand.
"What school did you go to before Ouran?" she asked. Harley's right eye twitched, and turned to the teacher.
"Where do I sit, Sensei?" she asked. The teacher signed, and mumbled something about Americans.
"You can sit next to Mr. Souh Tamaki. Please raise your Souh-san," he said. The violet eyed boy that Harley had inferred as the chairman's son raised his hand, and waved it frantically. She walked to the empty seat next to Souh. The teacher started the class and began to lecture on the Ado's theorem. Harley zoned out. She had already studied this year's math curriculum before she came to Japan. Tamaki began to fidget. She looked at him. He had blond hair that was styled perfectly. He looked like his father, but had large violet eyes.
"Stop fidgeting," she hissed at him.
"Forgive me, princess, but its such an honor to meet another warrior of poverty," he said charmingly. Harley's right eye twitched (a bad habit of her's). 'Warrior of poverty? I'm middle class not homeless, and who is he to call her princess?' she thought.
"Are you okay, princess? You eye is twitching," Tamaki, asked concerned. She placed her hand over her right eye.
"Um," Harley said awkwardly. 'Remember, he's the chairman's son, chairman's son,' she reminded herself. Putting on a kind smile she looked up at the blonde teenager.
"I'm fine, it's just a little facial twitch," she assured him.
"As the newest maiden in our school, it would fill me with joy if you'd come visit my club in Music Room #3 after school," he gushed in a princely way. Harley didn't know what was worst, Tamaki's prince act, or the fact that other girls were eavesdropping and fangirling about it.
"Sure, but on one condition," Harley responded.
"What may that be, milady," he asked. Harley leaned in closer to Tamaki.
"Drop the act, dude. Not every girl will fall for the prince charming," she whispered in his eat, and pulled back. He had a thoughtful expression on his face as if he was considering her words.
"Ms. Jones!" The teacher called out.
"Yes, Sensei?" Harley replied innocently.
"Because you seem to be ignoring my lesson, why don't you answer the question on the board?" he said gesturing to long and complicated algebra problem. Harley scanned the board for a few seconds.
" X= 4.335352," she answered smugly. The teacher's eyes widen in shock.
"T-that's correct," he said then smile. "It would be expected after all since now you're tied with Mr. Ootori, with your grades." The class gasped. Harley raised an eyebrow. 'Whoever Ootori is, he must be something special, to get this reaction,' she thought, but shrugged it off. It didn't matter who she was tied with, as long as she was in the top.
Class continued. Tamaki stayed silent, and the stares and whispers calmed down. Finally the bell rang, signaling the end of this period. Harley stood up, stuffed her new math textbook into her messenger bag, and hurried out of the room. She was half way to her next class when her cellphone rang.
'Something's getting in the way
Something's just about to break
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane
As I burn another page
As I look the other way
I still try to find my place
In the diary of Jane.'
Harley cut of her ringtone and answered her cellphone.
"Hello?"
"HARLEY!" A bubbly voice screamed form the other line.
"Hello, Shay, how are you?" she asked her friend.
"Oh, I'm fine! Thanks for asking. We're in New Delhi Airport, and have like a hours and a half before our connecting flight leaves."
"Okay, when do you guys think you'll get here?"
"I think we will be in Japan this afternoon. We'll call you when we land, kay?"
"Fine."
"How's the apartment that we bought online?"
"Small."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that we'll have to share two twin size beds, a jointed kitchen and living room, and one bathroom."
"Urgh."
"How are Violet, Rose, and Areily?"
"Violet and Rose are causing havoc as usually, and Areily still studying her Japanese like crazy. She's afraid that she'll be left behind because of the language barrier."
"Did you tell her that they speak English in Ouran?"
"A thousand times, but she's still driving herself insane. I'm worried about her Harley." She could feel the concern in Shay's voice.
"Shay let me talk to her."
"Sure."
"Hello? Harley?" This voice was calm and mellow than the on before it. Harley looked around and found a girl that seemed to be non-shallow. She handed the phone to the girl.
"My friend is worried about coming to Ouran because she doesn't know Japanese well, and won't listen to me. Can you please explain to her that the students and teachers all know English?" Harley asked the girl.
"Sure," the girl smiled and began to talk into the phone Harley gave her. She explained about how everyone knew English in Ouran and that there were classes for exchanged students to help with their Japanese. Harley knew that Areily needed a Japanese person to convince her.
"Um, she said that she wants to talk to you," the girl told Harley.
"Arigato," Harley said, bowed, and took back the phone. The girl bowed in return, and left.
"Better Areily?" she asked.
"Thanks Harls." She could hear the smile in Areily's voice.
"Your welcome, mermaid. I got to get to class. Tell Shay that I'll get her some chocolate cake when you guys get here, and tell the twins not to start a civil war in India. Bye Areily."
"See ya Harls." Click, the line went dead. Harley sighed when she say the time on her phone. She had already missed the first fifteen of second period. 'I hope I could use the same excuse as before,' she thought as she ran to her next class. She hadn't noticed dark gray eyes behind a pair of wire-framed glasses, watching her.
The next four classes went smoothly. Harley's second class was German, which was easy since she had taken that class in freshmen year. The rest of the classes were history, science, and calculus that were all easy for her. Lunch was a relief because each teacher seemed dead bent on making her talk about herself in front of the class. She had history and science with Tamaki, who would insist that she sit next to him, and babbled on about how his daughter shouldn't sit next to any rowdy boys. She had calculus and German with the Ootori boy. His first name was apparently Kyoya. The Japanese have the weirdest names.
Harley entered the over extravagant cafeteria. She winced when she saw the prices for the lunches. Luckily, she had packed a small bento lunch in the morning. She scanned the tables for a place to sit, but instead she found a familiar face. Haruhi sat by herself with her own homemade bento in an empty table.
"Haruhi!" Harley called out. The younger looked up at the sound of her name, and smiled when she saw her.
"Hey," she said as she sat down next to Haruhi.
"Hello Harley. How was your first day so far?" she asked.
"Fine, but boring." Harley pulled out of her bento.
"You pack your own lunch too?" Haruhi asked between bites of hers.
"Yeah, I think I'll have to make lunch for my other friends too when they get here."
"There's gonna be more scholarship students?" Bite, chew, chew, sallow.
"Yeah, my friends, Violet, Rose, Shay, and Areily." Bite, chew, chew, sallow.
"What scholarships are they on?" Bite, chew, chew, sallow, sip.
"Violet and Rose are on science scholarships. Areily is on a writing scholarship, and Shay's on a kendo scholarship." Bite, chew, chew, sallow. Sip, sip.
"Oh, it's nice to know that not everyone here is a rich bastard." Harley laughed at the comment. "Where are you all staying?"
"In a small flat by ourselves."
"Where are your parents?"
"Um, Violet and Rose have four younger and three older siblings so their family couldn't move halfway across the world. Areily's dad has a five year contract to his company, and Shay's grandparents won't leave their house for the apocalypse."
"How about your parents?" Haruhi asked bluntly. She didn't notice Harley cringe nor did she notice Harley pull on her gloves.
"They trust me to be her on my own." Harley lied through her teeth. This seemed to convince Haruhi since the girl continued eating. A few minutes later, a pair of mischievous redhead twins came, and sat at their table.
"Hello Haruhi. Who's this?" both boys asked at the same time.
"Hikaru, Kaoru, this is the new scholarship student, Jones Harley. Harley, this is Hikaru and Kaoru," Haruhi gestured to each twin when she said their name. The twins smirked at each other, and then slid next to Harley.
"Oh, look Kaoru, another commoner," Hikaru said wrapping his arm around Harley's shoulder. 'Seriously! First warrior of poverty now commoner? It's not like I'm a hobo or something,' she thought. Her left eye started to twitch again.
"Do you think she can tell us apart like our Haruhi?" Kaoru asked his brother.
"You know, you guys sound like a pair of devils I know," Harley growled, thinking about Violet and Rose. They ignored her, pulled out two pairs of green caps, and put them on.
"Lets play the 'Which one is Hikaru?' game," they said in unison. A group of fan girls began to swarm their table. The twins twirled around to mix themselves up.
"Now, which one is Hikaru?" they asked Harley. She rolled her eyes.
"That's Hikaru on the right and Kaoru on the left," she answered. Haruhi chuckled at the twins' fish imitation.
"How did you know?" Hikaru demanded outraged that a third person had won their game.
"Commoner's intuition," Harley smirked.
"Then I have a new toy," Hikaru said.
"But, Hikaru, want about me? You're not gonna replace me with the new commoner girl are you?" Kaoru asked, clinging onto his brother's arm with tears in his eyes. Hikaru turned his attention to his brother, and cupped his cheek.
"Oh, Kaoru, nothing can replace you. I'll always be with you," Hikaru gushed, and suddenly had tears in his eyes too. The twins embraced in a less than innocent way. The fan girls around them screamed in delight.
"Oh my good lord. First the idiot prince now the homo bros," Harley said.
"You get used to it," Haruhi shrugged returning to her meal.
"HARUUUUUUHHIIIIIIIIIII! HAAAARRRRLEEEEEEEEEEEEY! MY TWO LOVELY DAUGHTERS LET DADDY AND MOMMY SIT WITH YOU!" Who else do you expect it to be?
"This is what I get for eating in the cafeteria," Haruhi mumbled. Harley silently agreed.
"Wait did he just call me his daughter?" she asked the younger girl. The twitch was back.
"He has a daddy complex," Haruhi whispered as the Prince ran to their table dragging along an annoyed Kyoya.
"Hi Haru-chun! Hi Harl-chun!" a young bubbly voice said behind Harley. She jumped, and turned to face the speaker. A short boy with honey colored eyes and blonde hair stood behind her, with a tall spiky haired brown-eyed teenager standing behind him.
"Hello, cutie," Harley smiled at the short boy. He reminded her so much of Shay and her bubbliness, and because of that she was mindful of his age.
"I'm Honey, and this is Mori," Honey said.
"Hi," Mori said in a deep monotone voice, and both sat at the table, which now held all seven members of the Host Club, and the new student.
"Isn't this great, mother? The entire family having lunch together!" Tamaki enthusiastically told Kyoya. This made Harley laugh.
"Whoa, mother? I thought that there was only two homos in this table," she chuckled, ignoring twins' protests of "Hey!"
"Give me a second to turn on the part of my brain that cares, Jones," Kyouya said coldly.
"You're going to have to turn on more than just that part of your brain, bub, because you forgot that I don't answers to Jones," she snapped.
"Obviously, you just did," he retorted.
"Thank you. We're all refreshed by your unique point of view."
"I see that you set out this special time to annoy me and humiliate yourself in public."
"Just remember this warning when I kick you in the groin," Harley growled.
"I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth." A dark aura started to grow around the bickering teens. Luckily the bell rang before the two could throw nuclear missiles at each other. The host club plus one quickly left to their next classes. Poor Tamaki was stuck with the hostile teenagers who were still biting each other's heads off.
Hi, I'm Phoenix. I hope you like my first Ouran Host Club fan fiction. I'm going to try to put in at least two thousand to three thousand words to every chapter. I'm already half way through chapter 2. Please review. You can critic me or tell if you want me to add something. I need at least five to ten reviews before I upload the next chapter. If you enjoyed it tell me. Also tell me if the characters are too OOC or if my OC is acting like a Mary Sue. Remember to favorite, follow, and review. Thanks!
~PhoenixCS
