A/N: By the way A/N stands for author's note. Hello! This is my second story and I hope you'll like it. I just thought I'd point out a few things for you just so you won't get confused. Things that are italicized are what people or a person is thinking. So I tried to put extra space between certain paragraphs but it won't let me so in place of that i put a line. When you see that it either means there is a change in the point of view or it could mean that it goes in to the future a bit or to the past. I believe that's all I need to cover. I'll take criticism, but please don't be rude or just assume. You know what they say about assuming.

A boy looking to be 17 ran into his house, well more of a mansion, and threw his bag down the moment he ran in. He took off his shoes and threw them down as he ran into his father's office. There was some news that he was just dying to share with his dad. He burst through the door to his father's office and ran up to his desk.

"Dad I have something great to tell you!" he shouted, overjoyed.

His father placed down his pen, fixed his glasses, and sighed. "What is it that you must tell me?"

"You know that girl that I've been talking about?"

"What about her? Hurry and get to the point, I'm busy."

"Turns out she likes me! Isn't that great! She's giving me another chance!" he cheered.

His father sighed, "Good to know."

Hearing his father's lack of enthusiasm made his heart sink. Sure his father could be boring and quite apathetic, but he usually shows some form of excitement for these kinds of things, even if it is extremely subtle. Due to the boy's short temper, he slammed his hand down on his father's desk and stared him straight in the eye.

"At least I didn't let her just walk out on me like you did with my stepmom!" he shouted, "I bet you let mom walk out on you too!"

His father calmly put away his papers and led his son over to a couch in the room and sat down. "I think it's about time that I tell you a story."

"A story? Dad, I'm 17 now. It's been ten years since you told me a story."

"Don't worry. It's an important story, but it'll take a while to tell."

A limo had just pulled up to the front of Ouran Academy. Stumbling out of the car was a girl wearing a yellow sundress and a white bolero jacket to cover her shoulders. The girl absolutely despised the yellow dresses that they made the girls wear and she refused to wear it, but being the nice person she was, she decided to wear something similar that was much prettier. When she made it to the front of the school she stopped and just stared at how huge it was. She brushed her fingers through her shoulder length brown hair in an attempt to move her bangs out of her left eye and sighed.

"I swear I'm going to get lost in here." She muttered to herself.

She pushed open one of the doors and headed to the one place that she knew how to get to in the school. As she finally made it to her destination she looked at the small sign beside the door that had the name Yuzuru Suoh written on it. She hesitantly reached up and knocked on the door.

"You may enter." She heard.

Opening the door, she made her way inside and walked over to the desk of the principal. Not too much later someone else entered the office. The person who had entered was a boy with short black hair and grey-black eyes. When he stood next to her she felt extremely short. She was only 5'3 so most people were taller than her. The boy only gave her a short sideways glance, looking into her bright blue eyes for only a moment before turning away.

"This is our new second-year student Kiyoko Hayashi. Kiyoko, I'd like you to meet Kyoya Ootori, he is the top male student. You two have the same classes." Yuzuru said.

Kiyoko looked up at Kyoya and smiled, "It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too." Kyoya greeted.

"Now, Kyoya, I hope you don't mind me asking. Do you mind escorting Kiyoko around school for her first day?" Yuzuru asked.

"It would be my pleasure." Kyoya replied.

"Good." Yuzuru stated.

With that, the two left to go to class. Kiyoko had trouble keeping up with Kyoya's brisk pace, and she could tell that he had no intention of slowing down. Out of nowhere a boy with blonde hair and indigo eyes came running up yelling, "Mommy!"

"Mommy?" Kiyoko questioned.

Tamaki ran up to Kyoya and began shaking him saying something about treacherous twins and Haruhi and saving his daughter. Kyoya pushed up his glasses and sighed in annoyance.

Kiyoko giggled and looked up at Kyoya, "You're cute when you're frustrated."

Kyoya glanced over at Kiyoko silently praying that she wasn't another fan girl. Not only was Tamaki's shaking him irritating, but the fact that the girl found it funny was even more irritating. Could this day get any worse? He thought as he heaved a sigh and began pushing Tamaki off of him.

"Slow down I can't understand you. Now what are the twins doing with Haruhi?" Kyoya asked.

"I was trying to walk Haruhi to class, but he kept telling me to leave him alone then the twins came running up and they stole Haruhi. They said they needed to borrow him for something. What are they going to do to him! Mommy!" Tamaki shouted as he began shaking Kyoya again.

Kyoya put a hand on Tamaki's head and pushed him away again. "You're overreacting."

Kyoya felt a tug on his sleeve and he sent a glare over to whoever did it, quickly changing his glare to a calm stare when he realized that it was Kiyoko. 'Hm. I forgot that she was here.' He thought.

"Yes, Kiyoko?" he asked.

"Who is that and why does he call you Mommy?" she asked curiously.

Suddenly Tamaki regained his composure and took Kiyoko by her hand, "My name is Tamaki. You must be new here, because I know I wouldn't forget such a beautiful face."

Kiyoko giggled and pulled her hand away, "I bet that you practice that in front of your mirror at night."

Kyoya noticed how Tamaki seemed to shatter into a million pieces.

"Don't tell anyone!" Tamaki shouted in a hushed tone, his face turning a bright red.

He smiled slightly seeing how Kiyoko practically just brushed off Tamaki's comment. The girl didn't fawn over him like most would, it was a rare sight, but she wasn't the only one who was like that. She was different, yes, but not unique; well not to Kyoya. He began taking notes in his head about this girl, wondering if she would be of use to him in the future. Let's see… So far she's shown signs of being kind and polite. She refuses to wear the school uniform, but will wear something similar to show some respect. There have been signs that she's not the fan girl type, but I haven't been around her for long.

Kyoya looked past Tamaki and Kiyoko and saw Haruhi approaching them. She seemed fine to him. "Good morning, Haruhi." He greeted.

"Oh." Kiyoko stated.

Kyoya looked down at her curiously.

"So, Haruhi prefers to be called a he?" she asked, glancing up at Kyoya for an answer, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Kyoya took a mental note of her being very observant. Unlike all the girls in this school, she could tell that Haruhi was a girl. The only other people to notice that Haruhi was a girl were the Zuka Club. He began to wonder if it was possible that Kiyoko had transferred here from St. Roberia Girls' Academy. Though it was a possibility, it seemed highly unlikely.

"Actually, Kiyoko, Haruhi could care less about if you called her a he or she, but we'd appreciate it if you kept her gender a secret due to certain circumstances." Kyoya explained.

"Oh okay. No problem, Kyoya." She chirped.

"Well class is about to start." He stated as he began to leave.

Kiyoko followed him and jogged a bit to try to catch up to him, turning around for a moment to wave goodbye to Kyoya's friends. After class, Kyoya informed her that he had a club to go to.

"What kind of club, Kyoya?" Kiyoko asked.

"A Host Club." He said.

"I've never been to one before. I'll probably check it out later." She replied with a smile.

Kyoya told her where it was located and waved to her as he walked out the door.

Kiyoko finished packing up her stuff then pulled out her cell phone and called her driver to let him know that she would be staying a little later. When she finished packing, she put her bag on her shoulder and began heading to the third music room. Halfway there she came across a small problem.

"Where the hell am I!" she shouted.

Looking around she noticed someone really familiar off in the distance. A feeling of joy overwhelmed her as she sprinted over to the person who was more than likely to help her find her way. As she drew nearer, she noticed that it was Haruhi.

"Hi, Haru- AHHH!" Kiyoko shouted as she slipped on a banana peel.

Kiyoko caught herself and tried to regain her balance when all of a sudden she slipped on another banana peel, this time she stumbled backwards and landed in an abnormally large pie. A giant cherry fell from the ceiling and into the pie, splashing whipped cream all over her face.

While Kiyoko was getting rather upset about her dress, she couldn't help but wonder where a person could get a pie that big; and was this banana cream pie? It must have taken a ton of bananas for this pie. I knew I should've followed Kyoya to the club rather than looking for it on my own. She thought angrily.

Two boys, obviously twins, with auburn hair helped her up out of the pie while they laughed. Haruhi walked over to Kiyoko and handed her a towel giving her an apologetic smile.

"Sorry about that Kiyoko. The twins forced me to go along with their plan. It was meant for Tamaki." Haruhi explained. "Oh and this is Hikaru and Kaoru. Good luck telling them apart."

Kiyoko gave them a sweet smile, "It's so nice to meet you two. You may have ruined my dress and messed up my hair, but I don't hold grudges."

By the tone of voice she used and the way she glared at them, they knew that she was going to find some way to get back at them and they were not going to like it.

"I was heading to see the Host Club." Kiyoko informed, "I guess I'll just go tomorrow. I don't like looking so indecent in public."

As she began to walk away she stopped for a moment and looked back to the twins for a moment and smiled mischievously, "We will see each other tomorrow, yes?" she asked before continuing to leave.

"Is it just me or is she somewhat like Kyoya?" Hikaru asked.

"Well she's scary, but not Kyoya scary. He's on a whole new level." Kaoru stated.