Chapter one

"Kyoya," The girl asked.

"What is it Saki," A younger Kyoya asked in reply as he turned to face the girl.

"Will you be my friend," Saki sheepishly asked, her long brownish red hair tied back with a red ribbon.

"Of course I will."

Kyoya patted the girl on her head. She looked up into his smiling face. The two then embraced.

The sound of Kyoya's alarm clock woke him up from his peaceful sleep. He turned over and turned it off. He sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes.

"That same dream," Kyoya stated, "oh well might as well forget it and get to school."

The day had dragged on. School was over and all the students were gone. The empty hallway gleamed with a certain curiosity. Saki Kyotona was new at the school. Since she was new she was completely lost. As she walked down the hall, her medium length dark red hair fluttered behind her. After some time, she came upon a door that lead to a music room. She was interested in what kind of instruments this fancy rich school had. As soon as she opened the door, she was shocked. There were not instruments, just a group of incredible handsome students. There were female students in there as well, chatting with the male students. She began to walk around.

"Wow Japan is really weird," Saki thought, "We didn't have anything like this back in the United States."

While she was walking around and not paying attention, she accidentally bumped into one of the guys. She landed on her butt. The boy outstretched his hand to help her up. She took it. As he helped her up, she got a good look at him. He was tall, had short black hair, and wore glasses. He smiled a kind smile.

"I'm so sorry I bumped into you," Saki apologized with a bow.

"I should apologize to you," The boy stated, "Are you new to the Ouran?"

"Um… Y-yes."

"Then welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club, please make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you," Saki thanked, "Oh, before I forget, do you know a Haruhi Fujioka?"

"Yes, he is one of club's members."

"May I speak to him?"

"Of course. Haruhi."

A boy with short brown hair came running over. When he saw Saki he smiled.

"You must be Saki," Haruhi stated.

"I am," Saki bowed, "You must Haruhi. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Please sit down."

Haruhi lead Saki away from Kyoya and the others to a secluded table near the windows. The two sat down and began to talk.

After all the other girls had left, Saki still stayed. She and Haruhi were still talking. Saki had now piqued Tamaki's interest.

"Hey Kyoya just who is that girl Haruhi is talking to," Tamaki asked, his arms crossed.

"I'm not entirely sure," Kyoya sighed.

As if hearing him, Haruhi and Saki stood up and walked over to where the others stood. Haruhi wore a smile and so did Saki. Saki bowed.

"Hello, it is an honour to meet Haruhi's friends," Saki greeted.

"We feel the same way," Tamaki bowed as well, "To whom are we speaking to?"

"My name is Saki," Saki chirped, "Haruhi has told me so much about all of you. You're Hikaru and Kaoru, You're Tamaki, You're Mori, you're Honey…"

Saki pointed to each of the Host Club members as she stated their name.

"So where are you from," Hikaru asked.

"I'm originally from japan, but I moved to America when I was very young," Saki explained, "this is the first time I've been back in nine years."

"What brings you back Saki-Chan," Honey asked.

"My father is here on a business trip and he wants me to learn the business, so he wanted me to come," Saki chuckled, "plus, we're going to move back here hopefully."

"And how do you know Haruhi," Tamaki asked.

"We're pen pals," Haruhi answered.

"FOR HOW LONG," The twins and Tamaki shouted in unison.

"For a few years now," Saki chuckled, "Oh my it's gotten very late. I have to go home now. Bye everyone, it was nice to meet you all. I'll see you again tomorrow."

Saki grabbed her bag and walked out of the host club's room. As she was walking down the glimmering halls of the school her mind wandered.

"That boy with the glasses," Saki thought, "Could he be… No, highly unlikely. Although there is the possibility."

By the time Saki arrived to her penthouse home, it was past six o' clock. She threw her backpack in a nearby chair and walked into the dining room.

"Father, I'm home from school," Saki called out.

There was no answer. She walked around until she reached her father's study. When she knocked the door creaked open. She could hear her father talking to someone on the phone.

"Of course, we can meet tomorrow," Saki's father agreed, "You can come over for dinner and we can talk about the plans afterward. How does seven sound? ... Good then I shall see you tomorrow. Oh and bring your son over. Goodbye."

Saki fully entered the room after her father had hung up the phone. He turned to greet his daughter.

"Ah Saki how was your day at school," Her father asked, a smile spread across his face.

"I only registered today," Saki chuckled, "I start school tomorrow. So who was that on the phone?"

"Oh, Mr. Ootori. He and his son will be coming over for dinner tomorrow."

"Oh that's nice. Well, I'm exhausted so I'm going to go to bed early tonight ok?"

"Ok, goodnight Saki."

Midnight.

Saki was lying in her bed wide awake. Her mind was going nuts with ideas about how her first day of school was going to be. Then her thoughts drifted to the Host Club she had visited today. The boy with glasses reminded her of a friend she had made a long time ago.

"It couldn't be him," Saki whispered, "but who knows. I'll find out tomorrow. Hopefully, everyone will like me."

Saki rolled over and finally went to sleep.