Hi Hi~

Just an idea, with an OC of mine. Please tell me if I should keep on going.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ouran Highschool Host Club, but I do own Airi Nakajima and Satomi Fujisaki. Momoka Kurakano is actually a real character!

I stepped out of the limousine and approached the school building. I sighed. Ouran Academy, Middle School Division. The most obnoxious-looking school on the planet. Or at least the prefecture.

Me? Oh, me. Sorry, I get a bit distracted with the narration sometimes. My name is Airi Nakajima, 14 years old, five foot one and purple hair.

Yup, purple hair. I know it seems Mary Sue-ish, but I felt like dying it from boring old brown. Don't worry, I don't have any stupid dramatic past like my parents killed each other or anything. And I'm not a vampire, either. I'm just a cheerful girl who studied in California for sixth, seventh, and eighth grade, and now that I'm back on the year-round Japanese school calendar…

I still have two whole trimesters of eighth grade to go.

I pulled on my short brown skirt and frowned. Why didn't they make these things longer?

I looked towards some giggling high school students and made a face. Never mind, I'm grateful for this uniform, in a year or so I'm gonna look like a lemon cupcake with purple frosting.

Won't that be a sight.

I walked into my first class and glanced around briefly, making sure I didn't make a mistake with my schedule. A girl with long brown hair pulled back sat down next to me and smiled.

"Hi! You're the student who just came back from America, right?" she asked with a smile.

"Uh… yeah," I said, forcing a smile of my own.

"My name's Kurakano Momoka! It's great that we're in the same class now! I'm the vice-representative, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask!" she beamed.

"Um, okay…" I said, tapping my chin for any possible questions I could have. "Is your first name Momoka or Kurakano? America's ruined me," I asked bluntly.

Momoka giggled and smiled, "It's Momoka. And your first name is Airi, right? Can I call you Airi-chan?"

"Go ahead," I said, waving a hand. "Like I said, America's ruined me. Oh, and I AM in the right class, right?" I added frantically, pointing to my slip of paper.

Momoka squinted. "Uh… yeah, this is the right class."

"Oh, good!" I sighed in relief.

"You get lost easily?"

"Not especially," I answered, "But I'm always so afraid I'll mess things up. Have you ever called someone over, and they don't answer, and then you think that maybe you called them by the wrong name?"

"No… I can't say I have," Momoka answered slowly.

"Hiyama-san," the teacher said. "You need to step outside of class until the bell rings so we can introduce you."

Seriously? I thought they only did that big confrontation scene in anime!

Not that I watch anime… nope, I am most certainly NOT a closet otaku.

After sitting outside the classroom munching on crackers, the teacher opened the door again, saying that stereotypical, "We have a new student today…"

Oh, the suspense!

I walked into class and heard the gasps. What IS this, an anime? Yeah, I have purple hair, you Japanese schoolgirls, suck it up!

I kept a smile and said, "My name is Nakajima Airi, and I just flew back in from studying abroad in America for three years. Please treat me well!"

I heard assorted whispers, squeals, and "she's cute!"s, and didn't know whether to blush or roll my eyes.

So I did both.

It looked pretty stupid.

Then I looked to the corner of the room.

Two twins, both "carrot-topped" and glaring at me. Like, GLARING. It was creepy. They looked so… unpleasant. I'm not sure if I'd want to mess with them.

I sat back down next to Momoka. "Hey, Kurakano-san?"

"Momoka-chan~" she sang.

"Hey, Momoka-chan," I corrected. "Who are the twins in the back of the room playing on their Nintendo DS?"

"Oh, the Hitachiin Twins!" she answered brightly. "Hikaru and Kaoru. They're impossible to tell apart. They prefer to keep to themselves most of the time, but most of the ladies fall for one of them at some point or another!"

"One of them?" I asked, turning back to look at them again, "They look exactly the same. How could you fall for only one of them?"

"Oh, are we talking threesome now, Airi-chan?" Momoka nudged me.

"Ew!" I blushed. Jeez, I had my fair share of 'that's what she said's, but this was just too much!

"At least I whispered it," Momoka said. "Do you want me to introduce you to Hikaru-kun and Kaoru-kun after class?"

"Nah thanks," I answered. "They could kill me with a glare if I got too close."

"What do you mean? I said they keep to themselves, but I never said they were antisocial! They talk to people and stuff!"

"I guess..." I muttered, only half-listening.

"Nakajima-san and Kurakano-san!" the teacher snapped. "I hope that letting you two sit together will not turn out to be a mistake."

"It won't, Sensei…" we both answered quietly.

I continued my first class listening obediently and silently like the good little student I was. The bell rang, ending first period, and I told Momoka that she could go on without me, since I wanted to explore a bit before my next class.

I would've done just that, if two hands hadn't slammed down on my desk, causing my book to fall onto my toes.

I stifled a squeak of pain as I glared at the culprits, who, coincidentally, were glaring back. The Hitachiin Twins. "Can I help you?" I asked as politely as one can ask to someone who just caused her extreme pain.

"Why are you in the A class?" the twin on the right asked.

"Hm?" I asked, confused.

"The Nakajima Clan is going downhill fast in terms of finances," the twin on the left said in a slightly higher voice. "Shouldn't you be in the C class?"

"Um…" I said, unable to answer for a moment. "I did enough extra curricular activities with performing arts and community service in America, so I was able to move up… plus, my brother is in Class 2A."

The twins looked at each other, having some sort of twin-silent-telepathy-conversation. At least, that's my theory.

Okay, maybe I watch a LITTLE bit of anime. InuYasha, Fushigi Yuugi, Full Moon O Sagashite, Tokyo Mew Mew… but that's it!

"Well, you better watch your family's back, Murasaki-chan," they sang, walking off.

Murasaki? Purple?

Besides that first day, though, there's really nothing worth talking to you about. I mean, I kept in touch with my old friends in California, and I became better friends with Momoka. The twins didn't bug me for the rest of the second trimester, or most of the third. My life was normal.

Normal being a relative term, when you have eight younger siblings.

But I'll get into that later.

As much as I hate to admit it now, though, I became interested in the Hitachiins—just like everyone else, it seemed. They all wanted them to come to their parties, to hang out with them, or go out with them. I found out that Kaoru had the higher voice, and the parted his hair And even despite my comment on being able to tell them apart, I thought that I had a crush on Kaoru.

To be honest, I myself wasn't able to tell them apart. I don't know why I chose Kaoru, even. I hadn't talked to him or Hikaru much at all aside from that first encounter. All I knew in my little 14-year-old mind was that I liked Kaoru Hitachiin, and when I confessed to him, he would probably like me back.

And that's how my mind worked. I was a hypocrite.

Then one day in February of our eighth grade, in the third semester, I told my brother, Keichi, to take the limo by himself, because I wanted to walk home today. It wasn't far, and it was such a nice day today, after all!

As my brother mumbled a hesitant yes and walked on, I skipped off in the other direction. I was happy when I felt the wind blow in my hair. Since it was up in buns, it wouldn't get messed up! I loved my hair. Purple actually wasn't my favorite color, though, it was orange, but dying my hair orange would be a bit weird. The flowers on the lawn are pretty. Clovers, I think. There really needed to be some more flowers around campus… maybe I would be able to organize some sort of event… Oh, there was a butterfly! It was weird how you actually didn't see butterflies that much in Japan or California. At least not in Redwood City. I never learned why it was called Redwood City, actually. I wondered if there were, like, Redwood Monsters or something. That would be ridiculous, though, wouldn't it? Then why… ooh, there was Kaoru standing next to that tree! Or was it Hikaru?

"I got your love letter," a voice said from up on the steps of the school building. He had orange hair. The other twin.

"Y-Yes," a girl said, fiddling with her skirt. I believe that was… Fujisaki-san? Satomi Fujisaki? "I really like you, Hikaru-kun. W-Will you go out with me?"

Oh, so the twin by the tree was Kaoru, then. And the one being confessed to was Hikaru.

"Sorry, but I'm Kaoru," the twin on the steps corrected. "You must've put the letter in my desk by mistake. But…

"I really think you're cute, Satomi-chan. Will you go out with me… instead of my brother?" 'Kaoru' said, gently pushing Satomi into a pillar and leering over her the way creepy people do.

Wh-What? I knew deep in the back of my mind that Kaoru never 'loved' me as I 'loved' him, but it was a bit of a wake-up call, still!

"W-Well, I guess… Kaoru-kun," the girl giggled.

'Kaoru-kun' smiled briefly and stood up. "Hey, Kaoru!" he called towards the twin near the tree. "She says she'll be fine with you!"

NOW what's going on?

The new Kaoru walked out from behind the tree and smirked at Satomi.

"Th-Then… you're really Hikaru-kun?" Satomi asked, almost as confused as me.

"Yup," Hikaru said, smirking.

"If you would choose one of us over the other that easily, then you obviously don't love either one of us that much," Kaoru said coldly.

"And what's up with your hairstyle?" Hikaru asked, picking up a curl and twirling it around his finger.

"It's obviously fake. You have no sense of style," Kaoru shrugged.

"Confess again when you've become a better person," they both sneered in sync.

"Y-You… You're both so mean!" the poor girl ran off, crying.

The twins laughed and high-fived each other, walking off.

I just stood from my vantage point in shock. Because what Kaoru had said was completely true. I realized in that moment that I didn't love Kaoru that much—I didn't even know the difference between the two. I was just like Satomi and every other girl who confessed to one of them—I was unworthy, I was horrible, and if I had confessed, I would have gotten the same trick pulled on me.

And I would've fallen for it, just like Satomi, and just like every other girl.

I was a bit depressed after that, I will admit. I was weak, and a bit selfish; I really didn't understand much about anything. I kept to myself, no longer talking to my other classmates, except Momoka, and focusing on my studies. Because of this, I ended up first in my class for exam grades. I wasn't happy, though.

I was confused. I didn't know why I had 'fallen' for Kaoru instead of Hikaru, I didn't know if I had really 'fallen' for either of them. I felt helpless…

Until Tamaki Suoh, middle school third-year, approached me, and asked me to help manage the Host Club.

Should I continue this? Please leave a review, because this is really just something to test out…