AN: So, after a long time of me not updating, me and Haley (Now known as HaleStorm25) have FINALLY written a story together and have decided to put of the first two chapters today! This story will alternate the point of view of our two new O.C.'s and the actual writer of each chapter. I write Antonella's chapters, with some side corrections from Haley. Same goes for Haley writing Yoo Mi's (you-me) chapters. I'm hoping this story allows me to break this writers block I've aquired and actually get to completing my other two stories. So, love you all, Haley and I own nothing, review, and enjoy No Butterflies.

"If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies." ~Anonymous

Chapter 1:
From the point of view of Antonella

I took a deep breath as I walked out of the terminal. Fresh Japanese air! Full of culture and anime and technology and anime! Oh, and did I mention anime?

Finally, I get to attend Ouran Academy! My daddy wanted to send me to a good school, and the best one for me, being of such high standards, is here in Japan: the one place I've wanted to live ever since I read the first issue of Uki Doki Memorial!

And when I heard Ouran had a host club, oh I just couldn't wait to come! I've only ever read about them, so now to actually go and experience one… It's a dream come true! Oh, I can't wait to go to school tomorrow!

I looked around for the limo driver who I was told was holding a sign with my name on it. I slowly gazed at all the people holding signs, some with Kanji! Probably people looking for family, or maybe even their lover! Ah, the beauty of long distance relationships! Going to see them for the first time in months upon months must be the most wonderful feeling in the world!

Aside from that, I saw a man with a suit and balding head holding a sign with "Antonella Romano" written in perfect cursive. Hey, that's me!

I dashed over to him, dodging all the other people leisurely walking to whoever was picking them up.

"Hi! I'm Antonella Romano! You must be my new limo driver, Franz was it?" He nodded, grabbing a few of the bags I didn't ship before leaving to come here and guided me to the parked limousine not too far away. He opened the door for me and I slipped in, thanking him. I heard him opening and shutting the trunk then quickly walking to the driver's door. He opened it swiftly and sat down.

"Shall I bring you home now, or would you like to stop anywhere?"

"Home, please. I'm exhausted! I couldn't get a wink of sleep on that flight - the seats on that plane were the worst, they weren't comfortable at all. And the jet lag? Oh, it's so horrendous that all I want to do is sleep."

"Home, then." He replied and drove off. I tried to start a conversation with him again, but he would either nod slightly or grunt an answer, so I just gave up and leaned my head against the cushioned seat. Well, I guess I have some time to think, now.

I wonder if Ouran will be what I expect it to be. Maybe I'll make a bunch of new friends! We'll hang out in cafes and share parfaits and talk about cute boys and drink tea together! Oh, that will be amazing! My new life starts now! A fresh beginning!