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'How big is this freaking school?' Wondered a delinquent looking boy named Hatori Takishima. He was standing on the front steps of Ouran High School, a private academy for the young rich and (him and his dad) had moved to japan after his father had been offered an extremely, well-paying job.

Now, here he was a new transfer student who didn't care about anyone. Well everyone except his middle-school best friend, Haruhi Fujioka. In fact, she had been offered a scholarship at this very school because of her exceptional good grades. He missed her; she had been like a little sister to him.

When he had first met her, it was two days after her mother's funeral. Because he had been new to that school, too, he hadn't known. Aimlessly wandering the hallways, he ran right into her. Her hair, long, brown, and straight, had hid her whole forehead. Her big, brown eyes had captured his single grey one instantly. He apologized and was about to leave when he, stupidly, remembered what day it was.

"Happy Mother's Day," he had uttered, so low he didn't think she had heard him.

"She's gone."

Startled, he had turned around to find her looking at him with an expression he will always remember. She wasn't crying, only staring at him fiercely. It dawned on him what she meant and did the only thing he could. Two years had passed and he still didn't know what had come over him in that moment to do such a thing.

He'd embraced her.

He had squeezed harder when he realized she hadn't pushed him away. As he pulled back, he kissed her forehead, much the same as how his own mother had done to him many times. Turning around, he had shed a single tear in place of her unshed ones. Surprisingly, they had become best friends.

Presently knowing he was already late into the year thanks to his dad, with a sigh, Hatori hastily ran to class.

"Please, introduce yourself," his sensei said. Looking to the class, he said, "My name is Hatori Takishima." He made peace with the weirdly behaving girls and glared at the guys. All except for one, who seemed… familiar? That's when it struck him who that person was. His eye widened slightly as he gazed at his best friend.

Meanwhile…..

Two twins narrowed their eyes in unison as they saw a new student enter their class. 'Who was this punk?' They thought in complete sync with each other. The student had pale blonde hair that reached his neck and covered his right eye, serious-looking grey eyes, or eye, and a very pale complexion. He was also kind of tall and the girls in the class were already making dreamy faces at him. He held an aura around him that said," Don't mess with me. I'm way smarter than you." The twins' eyes narrowed even further when they noticed who he was staring at.

Also, at the same time….

Haruhi held Hatori's gaze.

'What the heck was he doing here?'

It's not that she didn't want him there, he was her best friend, but he was the only one who knew she was a girl. She didn't really care but since that stupid Kyouya had made her a Host Club member because of her….debt… she couldn't let anyone know her secret. After her hesitation, she turned her head to gaze out the window.

Not dwelling on how Haruhi had treated him like a complete stranger, Hatori walked aimlessly yet again and noticed the sense of déjà vu. All that was needed was for Haruhi to bump into-

"Oof!" He had ran into, speak of the devil, Haruhi and now they were both on the floor.

He helped her up before speaking.

"So… why is it that everyone is calling you Haruhi-kun instead of Haru-chan?" he asked, brow raised.

She looked up at him and motioned for him to crouch down. He did and she cupped his ear, ignoring the shivers he made because of her cold hands, and explained in a whispering tone.

He stepped back and shot her an angered expression, to which she didn't react.

"Take me to them."

She protested but he cut her off. "I just want to see what they're like is all." She wasn't convinced but led him to the famous music room #3.

Their shoes hitting the tiled-floor were the only sounds in the deserted hallway to the host club's room. As they got to the door, Haruhi said, "Don't lose your temper on them. They can be rude sometimes." Her tiny hand gripped the door and for a moment, he doubted whether she could turn it. A second later, he was met with silence in what seemed as an empty room. It appeared that they were early.

"Oh, Haruhi, you're back!"

A tall, blonde ran to her out of nowhere and was about to hug her but noticed her guest.

"And you've brought a guest. Welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club! Who might you be?" he had bowed a little, making him look like a butler if not for the uniform.

Hatori was about to answer when he heard his name come out of the mouth of a student with glasses at the back of the room.

He was tall, had an elegant face, glasses, and onyx eyes that were staring at him. He held a black, leather notebook in his hands that he closed with a snap. He proceeded in telling the blonde exactly how Hatori came to enroll in the school.

Hatori wasn't mad, that way he wouldn't have to answer; he was only impressed. He didn't show this though.

"So, I hear Haruhi has to pretend to be a boy to pay off some kind of debt?" he asked in a cool voice, anger hidden within but slightly showing.

The whole room was silent except for their breathing. The blonde looked like he was panicking but the student with glasses didn't seem surprised.

"She broke a vase worth 8 million yen that she has no way in repaying unless she's a host," he answered with a leveled voice, glasses gleaming, hiding his eyes.

"Kyouya!" The blonde shouted. He looked scared now.

"Tamaki, he already knows she's a girl so why try hiding it?"

The blonde, Tamaki, was glancing at Haruhi probably to reassure her, although he looked like the one who needed reassurance.

Suddenly, two twins, the ones from his class no doubt, burst in. They grabbed him by the arms and pinned him to the wall. Hatori instantly reacted by breaking free and jumping back in a fighting stance.

Two figures appeared behind him, also in fighting stances. One was too short; he looked like a student from grade school, with light brown hair and light brown eyes. The other he couldn't see because of his right eye disadvantage.

He dropped his stance and the two other students did, too.

Turning around, he faced all of them head on.

"Haruhi is no longer a host," he declared, catching the seven boys off guard. Perfect, that's what he had been hoping for.

With that, he grabbed Haruhi's hand and ran out of the room.

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