Taking the time to smooth down my hair and straighten my skirt, I slowly gathered the courage to open the large double doors in front of me. The Zuka Club was sitting at a table right in front of me, inviting me to sit down. "How lovely it is for you to join us," Hinako spoke youthfully through a smile. "Would you like some tea?"

"Of course she will," Benio, the oldest and most mature one said. "Please, sit," she said, patting the seat next to hers. I followed her instructions and sat, as the third Zuka member, Chizuru, poured me a cup of hot tea. "Let me start off by saying thank you for accepting our invitation," Benio said casually, becoming slightly entrancing due to the low hum of her voice.

"It is truly my pleasure. I know that the Zuka Club doesn't ask people to come in very often, and I would do anything to help for its benefit," I recited. I practiced in the mirror this morning because I was so nervous. Just like any girl at St. Lobelia's, I adored the Zuka Club. Although, not as much as most. I don't have the same hatred of men as some girls do. Men are just as attractive as women, if not more during some occasions.

Benio looked directly into my eyes, "Thank you, my darling," she spoke as if I was the light of her world. "It's much appreciated. So, you wouldn't mind if we asked you for a favor?"

My heart raced. Ever since I got the invitation I have been wondering what they would ask. Perhaps, they would give me a lead in the next musical, or maybe they wanted me to head the fan club. I was completely unsure and I was so anxious to know. "No, please. Ask away," I smiled back, excited to be helping the biggest and most important club at school.

Benio sipped her tea, so Chizuru spoke in her place. "We would like you to transfer to Ouran Academy."

I was stunned. They hated that school. We all did in fact! I took a deep breath to recompose myself, not wanting to say anything stupid or embarrassing. "Why?" was the only thing that came to my mind. I was totally not prepared for this.

"Well," Hinako started to speak quickly in a high voice, "there's this cute girl there named Haruhi. Now, she's not just cute, but reeeally cute. I mean, if she wasn't, we probably wouldn't go to all this trouble."

"Yes," Benio spoke again, her voice much more controlled than Hinako's. "They tell you the truth, Kiku. It is important to me that Haruhi is not infected by all that testosterone! She is so beautiful, inside and out, but those disgusting boys have her wearing men's clothing and everything! Even the girls there don't realize she's a woman. We need to help her, and to do that, I need your help," she placed her hand over mine at the end of her speech.

I swallowed. This was all very strange. "So, what is it exactly that you want me to do?" I didn't look at them, but only at my teacup and a plate full of cookies.

Benio whispered in my ear, "We want you to transfer to Ouran and convince Haruhi that St. Lobelia's is a much nicer place." She pulled away from my face, which I was slightly grateful for. "It shouldn't be that hard," she said as she nibbled on a cookie, "but it might take some time."

I nodded. What else could I do except agree? If I said no, I would be the most hated person at school. "I'll do it," I said unenthusiastically.

"Yaay!" Hinako squealed and clapped her hands childishly. A small laugh escaped my lips as she did.

"Yes, but," my composure returning to normal, "I must ask...Why me?"

"Honestly, it's because you look like her, just with longer hair," Chizuru said bluntly, seeming uninterested.

"Oh," I felt slightly disappointed, although I wasn't sure why.

Benio grabbed my chin and turned it so I faced her. "Yes, but you are beautiful as well, and I think you will relate to Haruhi quite easily." I didn't respond, but just stared blankly at her face. She released me from her grip and leaned back into her chair. "Kiku," I glanced in her direction, "you like boys, correct?"

I gaped at her. Most girls here are ashamed to admit to even the slightest feelings toward any male, but I decided to be honest with the Zuka Club. "Well, I don't hate them."

Benio smiled. "It's alright, my dear. I just want to warn you that there will be many men where we are sending you, and that they are considered extremely beautiful." I nodded, continuing to stir my tea.

"Alright," Chizuru rose from her seat, "it's settled then. Kiku will go to Ouran and retrieve Haruhi for us. We will send any information that might help you to your room. I suggest you gather your things; you leave tomorrow." After that, she stalked away and exited through a back door.

"Hey," Hinako spoke softly, "don't worry about her. I know you'll do great!" She flashed me a smile and a wink before skipping out the same exit Chizuru had just gone through,

Benio rose from her seat and escorted me to the door. "I really do appreciate you doing this for us. We will try to help you any way we can."

"Alright. Thank you," I spoke shyly, and then with a meager goodbye I was left alone and I hadn't even tasted my tea.

I didn't bother to say goodbye to any of the few friends I had. They wouldn't miss me much anyways. Instead, I headed to my room and, with the help of a few maids, packed all my belongings. Most of the stuff I actually sent home to my parents, including my St. Lobelia's uniform. It felt weird leaving, because this is where I've received all my education, but it also felt good. I had never completely fit in here, and maybe I'll find something more exciting at Ouran Academy.

While packing, the reports the Zuka Club promised me where delivered. It told me where Host Club events were held, and about other important things in the school. I read all about Haruhi, the poor honors student who was accepted into Ouran, and who was also disguised as a boy to participate in the Host Club. The other members of the host club were also included: There was Mori and Hunny, the inseparable fighting duo. Also included were Hikaru and Kaoru, the twins with no respect; Kyoya, the hopeless third son; and Tamaki, the idiot prince figure. Lastly, there was Renge, an obsessed fangirl."

Even just by reading the short report, I could already tell that Ouran would become a very interesting place.

A maid woke me up at 5:00 am sharp the next morning. I hated to leave this early, but I didn't want everyone to see me go. The ride to Ouran was quiet and honestly quite relaxing. We got there in just over an hour, and even then, there were smiling faces to greet me. The doormen helped me carry my things into my new room, and the maids offered to help me unpack, but I refused.

After they left, I was all alone. Surrounded by boxes suitcases, I felt so empty. I pulled my cell phone out of my purse and pressed a speed dial. "Hello?" A groggy voice answered the phone.

"Hey, dad…"

"Hi, sweetie. Did you need something?" He asked, a little more life entering his words.

"No. Not really," I paused and he said nothing. I know this is early for him. "I transferred to Ouran Academy."

"I thought you hated that place," my dad said quickly.

"Not especially," I said nonchalantly.

I cringed away from the phone as his voice rose to a high pitch, "IF ANY BOY EVEN LOOKS AT YOU, EVEN BREATHES YOUR AIR I WILL PERSONALLY GO THERE AND DISMEMBER HIM PIECE BY PIECE!" I blinked at the phone, unable to say anything. Placing the phone back up to my ear, I could hear an alarm clock ring in the background. "Ooo, Daddy has to get going, but I love you, pumpkin! Have fun at your new school!" All that was left was the dial tone.

I flipped my phone shut and muttered, "Well, that was weird…"

I spent the rest of the day unpacking and ordering my new room in a way that would provide the most space. After organizing, I needed to fetch my new schedule from the main office building. The walk there was slightly chilly and lonesome. I hope I could fulfill the Zuka Club's wishes, but more importantly, I hope I will be able to make some real friends.

"Excuse me!" a voice shouted loudly from behind me. I turned around to find a blond boy carrying several boxes in his hands running in my direction. Trying to dodge him, I accidently tripped over a potted plant, falling backwards.

"Oh, man," another voice groaned, but I couldn't see the face.

"Well, let's help her up," a similar voice spoke up. Soon enough, identical twins walked on both sides of me and grabbed my arms. With the two of them, my weight was easily lifted off the ground. "We're sorry about Milord," the one to the right of me spoke.

"Yeah, we tricked him into racing us. We were going to take a short cut, but then you fell over. He'll get penalized for that," the twin on my left said matter-of-factly.

"Oh," I said slightly confused, noticing that they were the twins from my report and members of the Host Club, the Hitachiin twins. "Well, thank you for helping me up."

"It's no problem," the one on the left spoke again as he headed back to where he left another box. "Let's get going, Kaoru."

"Wait a second, Hikaru," the one still standing by me looked me up and down. "Are you a student? I've never seen you before."

Hikaru's attention returned to me. "Yeah... Why aren't you in uniform?" he asked accusingly.

"Well," I raised my head to talk, gaining some courage, "My name is Kiku. I just transferred here from St. Lobelia's."

"Good thinking," Hikaru muttered, clearly not fond of the other school.

The twins looked at each other, then at me. Both of them smiled exactly the same, cunning and majestic, wrapping their arms around each other. "Well," they joined their speech together, "you're welcome to come to the Host Club any time."

"In fact," a more matured voice spoke behind us. I looked to see another handsome boy around my age. He was tall with a very angular face, framed beautifully by a pair of glasses. I was startled to find another kind face in my presence. "Your first visit will be on the house due to Tamaki's rude behavior. My name's Kyoya. Here's my card, please feel free to call me."

A blush appeared on my face. All three of these handsome men were giving me so much attention. "Thank you."

"Hey," Hikaru, I think, added, "remember to request us!" Both the twins winked at me playfully and I couldn't help but feel important. No wonder people go to the Host Club.

As the three of them walked away, I felt the blush on my face getting hotter. I felt so embarrassed. No man has ever looked at me in that way, and the girls at St. Lobelia never cared for me much either. I hated to admit it to myself, but I was actually excited to visit the Host Club.

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