My first Fan Fiction ever, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes that slip by. My computer kept deleting the file, so it has been re-written 3 times. I hope you enjoy. ^_^

I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, just my OC and my plot.

Saya's POV

Can I just stay in bed? Can I still be me just a little while longer? My alarm clock screams out in disagreement. "Fine," I mumble out loud as I get out of bed. The floor feels icy cold as I make my way to the bathroom. I quickly take off my pajama's and step into the shower. I rinse and shampoo my hair. The shampoo smells like oranges, it wakes me up. The water feels amazing as it washes over me. . Nice and warm. It helps soothe my nerves. The past few months have been very difficult.

As I dry my hair with a towel I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My skin is too pale, to me it looks sickly. My hair is a wavy brown mess that reaches just below my chest. My bangs are too long and are constantly falling in my face, Being only half Japanese, my body is curvy and my chest is bigger than your average Japanese woman, I hate my body., it causes unwanted attention. It makes it harder to just blend into the background. The only thing I like about my appearance is my eyes. I have my mother's almond shaped green eyes, they are beautiful. If only I could look at them without crying.

I go to my closet to look for something decent to wear. I have to pick up my uniform today, but I should try to wear something nice. I wouldn't want to be a disappointment and I'm not in the mood to be mocked by a bunch of spoiled rich kids. I pull out a nice button down white blouse, a black skater style skirt, black leggings, and a pair of simple black flats, I get dressed quickly and head downstairs.

I actually love my fancy loft apartment. My bedroom overlooks the living room, study, and dining area. It's very modern and a great space. More than enough room for just me. I grab my bag from the sofa. Inside are some school supplies, my sketchbook, and my camera. "Good bye," I say when I reach the door. No answer, I will never get used to living alone. With a sigh, I close the door behind me.

After about a fifteen minute walk I can see the school. I start to feel the panic again, it's getting a little harder to breath. What if I trip and fall in front of my class? It is very possible, to say I'm not graceful would be an understatement. Ugh I can already hear the laughter. I clench my skirt nervously. I start to notice the students around me heading to the school, Oh no that awful yellow monstrosity of a dress can't be the school uniform, can it? I can't wear that. It's not me. I will look ridiculous. Could this day get any worse?

My feet come to a stop. There it is front of me, Ouran Academy. It looks more like a palace than a school. I will never fit in here, but I'm in no position to turn it down. Out of habit I pull my camera from my bag. I bring the camera to my face and adjust the focus, Something still isn't right though. I take a few steps forward. A scream breaks my focus, I turn and see a car heading right at me. They are not slowing down. Move, I need to move. But, I can't. I'm frozen with fear, I close my eyes, waiting for impact.

Takashi's POV

"Takashi, what kind of sweets do you think we will have at the club today? I hope we have strawberry cake." My cousin Mitsukuni asks, bouncing around the car. How many sweets had he already had today? I need to remember to have him brush his teeth. I nod my head in agreement. Our car comes to a stop, we must be at the school.

Mitsukuni exits the car first. As I step out of the car, "Hey look, there's Kyo-Chan," Mitsukuni yells jumping up and down. Kyouya nods in our direction. "Good morning, Honey senpi, Mori senpi. How are you today?" " We are great Kyo-Chan! We were just wondering what kind of sweets the club will have today, right Takashi. "Yeah," I answer. I notice a slight shift in Kyouya's expression. I don't know how much the club spends on sweets for Mitsukuni, but it must be a substantial amount.

Our conversation is interrupted by a loud scream. I turn quickly and my eyes focus on a girl. She is standing in the middle of the street, a car racing towards her. I don't hesitate. I run towards her at full speed. I jump and grab her in my arms. We fall to the ground, the car just missing us.

I am on top of her, still holding her in my arms. I can feel the rapid beating of her heart. She slowly opens her eyes. I feel my face get hot as her eyes lock onto mine. Her eyes are the most beautiful shade of green I have ever seen. Without thinking, I brush her hair away from her face, I want to see it better. I notice she is blushing, although it would be hard to miss on her fair porcelain skin.

"T-thank you," she whispers. I get up and help her to her feet. Still a bit shaken, she loses her balance and falls against my chest. Her hair smells like oranges, a nice smell. She is small, but not as small as Haruhi. She is slim, but there is a noticeable curve to her body. She pulls away quickly, her cheeks still very red.

"Takashi! Are you guys okay?" Mitsukuni runs to my side. "That car didn't even stop to see if you guys were okay." "We are fine," I answer. The girl's eyes are still focused on me. Then they shift to the road. My eyes follow hers. Her camera is smashed to bits. I look back to her. Those green eyes are filling with tears. I have to fight the urge to wipe them away.

She slowly walks to the broken camera, picks it up, and cradles it in her arms. "Can you get another camera," Mistsukuni asks. There is a sadness in his tone. He sees what I see. This camera was of great importance to her. She shakes her head no. "My m-mother gave it to me. I can't afford another one." She stands wiping a few tears from her eyes. "Thank you for saving me." She gives me a small smile, turns quickly, and heads towards the school.

"Ah, that must be the new student, Saya Wallace. She moved to the area from Kyoto about a year ago. My source says that her mother died about a month ago. It would appear she is a commoner, but her education is being paid for by the Akiyama Corporation. A company that deals with various electronics. The connection is still a mystery. She also is an accomplished photographer. Her online portfolio is a vast following. Hmm, interesting," As Kyouya finishes, he closes his notebook.

I was so distracted I didn't realize that Kyouya had followed Mitsukuni over. How does he know so much about this girl, Saya? Although I shouldn't be surprised. This is Kyouya after all. "That camera was a gift from her dead mother? No wonder she looked so sad," Mitsukuni says, hugging USA-Chain to him. I notice a glint in Kyouya's glasses. What could he be planning?