Chapter One

"There are four libraries in this school, but why is it so noisy everywhere? If you don't feel like studying, just go home!" A young student muttered angrily and pushed their old fashioned glasses back into place. Finally at the end of the north corridor, the student found a music room, one of an ungodly amount of music rooms in the school. "This is probably the only place left that's quiet…" With that thought, the student opened the door and entered.

Upon entering the music room, the irate student noticed six boys of varying ages sitting on or standing near an ornate couch in the center of the room, all wearing the Ouran High School uniform. They were, especially for boys, all extremely beautiful. The irate student spared a moment of thought to compare their school uniform to the clothes he currently wore. The uniform was made of the finest materials, tailored to fit each student to perfection, and cost more than a house. What he wore were baggy pants and a sweater two sizes too big over a white button up shirt, all purchased second hand. His scholarship to this prestigious school covered tuition and books, but not the uniform.

Of the six boys that sat on the couch, the blonde one in the middle stood from his spot in the center and raised his hands into the air. "Welcome, rare scholarship honor student Haruhi Fujioka, to the Ouran High School Host Club! A place where we hosts will entertain the beauties of this wonderful school!"

"How did you know my name?" Haruhi, the irate student, asked.

At this point, the shorter of the two raven haired boys stepped forward. "The tone of our school is not fit for commoners, entrance being based first upon pedigree and secondly about money. So don't you have a lot of nerve for getting a scholarship here? If I didn't know who you were, I would not be fit to be here."

Haruhi rolled his eyes. Damn rich people…

The blonde from earlier clasped Haruhi's hand. "We were not, however, aware that our rare scholarship honor student was gay. But no matter! What would you like? Twincest with Hikaru and Kaoru? The silent, scary, black haired type, Kyoya our Vice President, or Mori the taller of the two? Lolicon with Honey? Or perhaps a prince to fulfill your fantasies with me, President Tamaki?"
Haruhi started backing up quickly. "N-n-n-no! I'm not gay! I'm not even-" At this point Haruhi stepped back into a pedestal that held a large blue vase, which immediately fell to the floor with a large crash. The room fell silent, exaggerated after the loudness of the vase shattering.

The shorter black haired student, Vice President Kyoya, whipped out a notebook and began writing. "That vase, worth 8 million yen, was supposed to be sold at the next school auction to raise funds for club activities. Seeing as you cannot even afford our school uniform, I am without a doubt in assuming that you are unable to pay this amount back."

Flustered, Haruhi slowly nodded.

The notebook snapped shut. "Then consider yourself our dog from here on out. You seem like you'd clean up nicely, so we will graciously give you a uniform, which will of course be added onto your existing debt, and you will serve as a host."


Damn rich kids… Haruhi thought for the hundredth time today as she watched her client babble endlessly about god knows what. "What do you think Fujioka-san?" Her client asked with wide eyes.

Haruhi smiled. Though the client was rich and kinda obnoxious, as all of the students here were, this client was rather soft spoken and sincerely nice, so Haruhi made an effort to reengage. "I think that you know yourself best, so my opinion doesn't really count for anything until after we get to know each other better. Until then, I stand by my thinking that you know best." The client blushed, assuming Haruhi meant that she wanted to get to know each other better.

"Beautifully said Haruhi!" Tamaki yelled from across the room. "My precious honor student is blooming into a wonderful host everyone!" Haruhi rolled her eyes at the club President, and watched as the other club members started to make wise cracks at the President. All except Kyoya, who merely watched on as he balanced the books or whatever it was that he did in that notebook of his.

Suddenly, Haruhi felt daggers being glared at her. Turning back towards Tamaki, she saw only Tamaki's client staring at her, with a pleasant face. "Must have been my imagination…" Haruhi mumbled.

As club activities ended for the day, after the last client had left. Haruhi stretched her arms above her head. "I'm so tired! Goodnight everyone, I'm gonna go ahead and head home."

Tamaki waved. "Goodnight sweet honor student! I look forward to tomorrow when I can watch you bloom further!"

Kyoya rolled his eyes. "Goodnight Fujioka-san. Good work today, you've taken about 50,000 off of your debt from today's services."

The twins waved and simultaneously yelled goodbye.

Honey was still eating cake next to Mori, and yelled goodbye with an overstuffed mouth.

Closing the door behind Haruhi, effectively shutting out their loud and boisterous voices, Haruhi breathed a sigh of relief. Finally she could relax. Or so she thought, as she started walking down the corridor, until she saw one of the club's clients. "Ayanokouji-san." Haruhi called as she walked over. "Did you need something with the host club? I'd be happy to escort you back inside if you like."

The tall, slim girl shook her head delicately and smiled. But the smile was thin, as though it wasn't real, not that Haruhi noticed. "I was actually hoping to talk to you privately, Fujioka-san."

Haruhi tilted her head in confusion. "Me? But why? Aren't you Tamaki senpai's best customer?"

Ayanokouji blushed delicately at hearing Tamaki's name, but it quickly faded. "I am, and I will continue to be so, which is exactly why I am here now." Ayanokouji stared straight into Haruhi's eyes. "As his best customer, I worry for the sake of he and his host club upon having someone like you as a member."

Haruhi's eyebrows shot up. "Someone like me?"
"Yes." Ayanokouji sniffed. "Someone poor. A commoner trying to bring down the ways of those like us, who were raised quite differently. Bringing commoner's food in and forcing Tamaki-sama and the clients to drink such filth. Taking up Tamaki-sama's precious time in order to help you, who have no chance at gaining any sort of standing with such information."

"I think you misunderstood something… I'm not really…" Haruhi started, but it was no use. Ayanokouji cut Haruhi off with a glare. "I will not hear your excuses! You do not belong there!" With that, Ayanokouji sauntered off, leaving a thoroughly confused Haruhi, and an extremely interested bystander.