A/N: So this first chapter is based off the first episode of Ouran Host Club. The dialog is almost the same but there is a reason and it will change after this chapter. Tohru is an original character that I created. Basically how I would react to the host club. I hope you enjoy. Please review or leave a comment. I love hearing what people think about it. Good or bad.

Kiss Kiss Fall In Love!

I see you come, I watch you go,

You never seem to leave me though,

So is this love or hate? We'll see,

Your making me crazy!

Inside my dreams your all I see.

Well, all I see is you and me,

Lady, maybe, or Host, I find I really don't mind!

If I have to choose a prince, in this garden of romance,

Maybe we could take this chance?

Maybe You're My Love!

And I would like to find a hand like yours to take mine.

And with one kiss, we could stop time and I'd fall in love with you!

Tomorrow's far away! Let's place our hope in today.

Just you and me, in a beautiful spring,

And we'll always fall in love again!

Maybe You're My Love!

Welcome!

Only those with excellent social standing and filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school Ouran Academy. The Ouran Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super rich and beautiful.

Welcome To The Ouran Host Club!

Tohru looked up at the ivory building in front of her and felt a wave of dread run through her. Today was going to be hell, and she knew it. By now news of her families misfortune must of circulated through the school's gossip. For the past year Tohru had been attending the elite private school, Ouran Academy. It was a school for the wealthy families to send their kids for a top notch education. Tohru had been lucky enough to be able to join the Academy last year, but it was mostly due to her father's position at his work. Tohru didn't particularly like the way the rich kids acted at the school, so she mostly avoided them, and they her. In this school if you were rich, you were apart of the group, whether you liked it or not. Now that her father had lost everything, Tohru had a feeling her quiet school life was gonna turn into hell really fast.

Gathering her pale yellow skirt in her hands she ascended the stairs that led to the main entrance of the school. Opening the doors, she got her first taste of stares, as some of the people who were in the main entrance stared at her and began whispering. Tohru ignored them and kept walking, heading to the headmaster's office. Tohru found it funny that before no one bothered or cared who she was, yes her father had been rich, but he wasn't overly rich, just well off. So she really was a nobody to them. But now that her family had lost everything? She was news, really really poor news. Honestly, this school sucked in that aspect, Tohru thought.

When she arrived at the door to the headmasters office, she smoothed her dress, and combed her hair with her fingers before she knocked. Yes she was nervous, but at this point what was the worst that could happen? They kick her out and she be forced to join public school? Tohru wasn't overly worried about that possibility. She'd been in public school before, and in some ways preferred it to the high end Ouran Academy.

"Come in." Came a clipped voice. Tohru opened the door and walked into a office. To her right was a women she had never seen before, then again she had never been to the headmasters office. The women had a pointy nose, her gray hair done up in a bun, and her eyes sharp as a fox. She pointed a bony finger at a set of large wooden doors. "The Headmaster will see you in there."

Tohru nodded and went over to the doors and knocked once more.

"Come in Ms. Yamamoto."

Tohru took a deep breath and opened the large wooden door. She walked into a large office, filled with books, filing cabinets, three large plush looking chairs, a glass coffee table, and then a monstrous oak desk, with what looked like a throne behind it.

All Tohru could think at the sight of it was, rich people.

Sitting in the throne behind to great oak desk was a thick man, with white hair on top of his balding head, and his pudgy fingers laced together on top of his desk. He had a smile on his face, but it looked more mocking than anything.

"Please come sit." He gestured to the chairs in front of his desk. Tohru quickly walked forward and sat down, folding her hands in her lap. "So Ms. Yamamoto what are we going to do about your situation?"

Tohru kept her face neutral. "Well sir whatever you decide I will respect your decision."

"Come now Ms. Yamamoto don't tell me your fine with just leaving the Academy and attending public school, now are you?" He raised an eyebrow at her. Tohru kept her mouth shut.

"I'm sure we can think of a way to keep you here. After all the misfortune that befell your family could happen to any of us." He tilted his head to the side, his smile still in place.

Tohru felt like he was mocking her, but honestly what could she say? She still didn't really know what happened with her father. All she knew was that one day they were rich, the next they were penniless and having to move. Her father was keeping tight lipped about the whole thing, and something told Tohru she really didn't want to know. So she just rolled with the punch's.

The Headmaster had been watching her the whole time she stayed silent, but Tohru kept any emotion off her face. After a while he leaned back in his chair and looked at the files on his desk. "Let's see you could work your school tuition off, here at the school. Granted that would not include field trips, extracurricular's and such. Nor would it cover the cost of food. We are a school after all, not a charity."

Tohru nodded. "That sounds reasonable."

He clapped his hands together, the sound echoing off the walls. "Its settled then. Come see me tomorrow and we can discuss what jobs you will be doing. Now run along, you don't want to be late for class." He looked way too cheerful about this.

Tohru gave him a fake smile. "No we wouldn't want that."

She walked out of the office and into the hallway and was thankful the halls were empty, so she could lean against the wall and let out a groan. Why couldn't he just tell her to transfer to public school? Why? Because the rich, arrogant asshole's at this school, needed entertainment, and whats more entertaining than a lower class trying to work her way through school. Life at this school was gonna suck.

And with that thought Tohru headed off to her first period.

By lunch time Tohru was absolutely miserable. In every class her teacher's had to announce the "tragedy" that befell her family, using as propaganda for getting a good education to stuff like that won't happen to them. And of course with that announcement everyone wanted to know exactly what happened, and if she'd be staying in school, and how was she gonna afford her tuition. Of course none of them really cared, they just loved watching other people's misery.

Then she had started getting attacks from the bullies. Who would of thought that rich schools like Ouran Academy still had bullies? She had gotten insulting notes, people shoving her, tact's in her gym shoes. And all of her bullies, seemed to be girls. None of it bothered her though, that is until lunch.

Tohru sat at an empty table and had a book open in front of her. Her long black hair was pulled over her shoulder and she was absentmindedly stroking it. Then she heard a sound that made her go tense.

Snip

Tohru looked over her shoulder to see a beautiful brunet standing behind her holding a pair of scissors, and a chunk of black hair. She had a nasty smile on her face. "Now that your poor, don't you think you need a poor man's haircut."

She laughed in a nonchalant way. Tohru stood up and plucked the scissors from the girls hands. She heard gasps and knew everyone was watching them. The girl looked at her, worry written on her beautiful features. Tohru simply grabbed the rest of her long hair and cut it off, then handed the girl the scissors back.

"Thank you. I've been wanting to cut my hair, and you gave me the courage to do it." Tohru gave a fake smile, gathered her things and calmly walked out of the cafeteria. The whispering continued to follow her all the way to the bathroom. Once inside she locked the door for a bit of privacy. The school had like fifty more, so she wasn't worried about someone needing it anytime soon.

Tohru walked up to the mirror and looked at her now short uneven hair. Her once beautiful long hair was now choppy and very uneven. She ran her fingers through it and fought to keep the tears at bay. She would not give these people the satisfaction of seeing her cry because of what they had done. Tohru didn't really care about her looks too much. Granted she wore makeup, and styled her hair, but that had more to do with her late mother. Everyone that had met her said she had her fathers face, but her mother's hair. Tohru loved the fact that she had such a huge feature that was like her mother's. And when she wore makeup people said she resembled her mother more. So losing her hair was painful, and Tohru hated that they had cut it. But she refused to cry. Not now anyways, later tonight when she'd have to cut more to make it even, then she would cry.

Taking a few deep calming breathes, Tohru calmed her emotions down and waited till a neutral mask was on her face, then headed out the door.

Tohru's bad day had continued all the way through till her last class. She didn't think that these people could do anymore damage but she was wrong. In her gym class, someone had stolen her school uniform and cut it up. Leaving Tohru to wear her gym clothes for the rest of the day. Later when she went to go get another one she got a good look at the prices and ended up getting a used out of date boys uniform. Needless to say when Tohru got home she wasn't in the mood to talk to her family. She headed straight to her room, slammed the door, locked it and stayed their the rest of the night.

The next morning Tohru woke up to see a pile of her hair sitting on her dresser in front of a mirror. Waking up to the reminder of what happened the previous day did not improve her mood. Getting dressed quickly, Tohru looked in the mirror to see how she looked. Her how now resembled a boy's haircut, the boys uniform, not only being out of date, was also a size too big on her, making her feel like she was drowning in the sweater. Tohru looked at the makeup on her dresser and decided against it today. She did not feel like dressing up for these people today. She simply didn't care anymore.

When Tohru arrived at school she was surprised to find that people were leaving her alone. There were still whispers, which now accompanied strange looks, but people still left her alone. By lunchtime she began to realize that no one recognized her. With her hair gone, and her face without makeup, wearing a boys uniform, people didn't know who she was. Tohru was surprisingly happy about this, she didn't care if people didn't recognize her, or if they thought she was a boy, as long as they left her alone.

A few people had asked if she was a scholarship student, and she had said yes. It was easier to say that then to tell them who she really was. But when it came time for lunch, Tohru didn't feel like entering to cafeteria of whispers and stares. So she went looking for a empty room to sit in and study, or read, whatever she happened to be in the mood for.

"An empty music room?" Tohru looked up at the sign and looked around the empty hallway. This looked like her best bet. She opened the door and got blasted by rose petals.

"Welcome." Came a group of voices. Tohru stood there shocked at what she say. A group of gorgeous men she had never seen before in the school were standing there, greeting her. One of them, a blonde was sitting down in a chair, his legs crossed. Tohru gulped. What the hell is this? An explanation was given by the beautiful blonde man sitting in the chair. Tohru felt her gut fall out her butt. She backed up against the door.

"A Host Club?" She asked, her voice sounding dry.

"Wow, its a boy." A pair of voices said. Tohru ignored them and began feeling around for the handle to the door. When did she even enter the room fully?

"Hikaru, Kaoru I believe this young man is in the same class as you, isn't he?" Said a man who was wearing glasses, and holding a clipboard in his hand. He had a cold calculating expression on his face, Tohru felt herself tense up when his gaze landed on her.

"We've never noticed him before, so we don't know much about him." Came the pair of voices again. They belonged to a pair of redheaded twins. They had bored look on their faces. Tohru did recognize them from her classes, but was glad that they didn't recognize her.

The cold man gave her a smirk. "Well that wasn't very polite. Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, Mr. Scholarship Student."

Tohru looked dumbfounded at him. She had only told a few students, that had asked her, that she was a scholarship student, and he certainly wasn't one of them. So how the hell did he know. She got a sinking feeling that this guy knew everything, and that alone made him scary to Tohru.

Behind him the twin were making faces at each other. Suddenly the blonde guy popped up in Tohru vision and she felt herself slam back against the door to get away from him.

"What? A Scholarship Student? Come to think of it I had heard a rumor that a new scholarship student was here at the school." The blonde said.

Tohru felt herself begin to sweat as she desperately tried to find the door handle, her hand smacking the door in various area's. "How...how did you know that?"

"Scholarship students are infamous here at Ouran Academy. Its not everyday a commoner gains entrance here into the Academy." Said the guy with glasses, calmly.

The blonde popped up again, causing Tohru to slam back against the door again to get away from him. "What's your name Scholarship student?"

"Tohru Yamamoto" Tohru said quietly, she noticed the man with glasses smirk again.

"Haru? Did you say Haru Yamamoto?" The blonde guy asked again. Tohru just nodded, hoping to end the conversation.

"Well Haru Yamamoto you must have an audacious nerve to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as a scholarship student." The guy with glasses said. Tohru felt like every word was a brick dropped on her head. Audacious nerve? God only knows what they would say if they knew who she really was, she thought.

"Thanks I guess." Tohru muttered as she eyed the guy with glasses. Suddenly an arm wrapped around her shoulders.

"Your welcome! Your a hero to other poor people Yamamoto. You've shown the world that even a poor person can excel at an elite private academy." The blonde boasted loudly. Tohru felt the guy was creepy and began moving away from him, only to have him follow her, flourishing his arms through the air as he continued to talk. "It must be hard for you to constantly be looked down upon by others."

Tohru felt her nerve tick at what he was saying but tried to keep calm ask she moved away from him again, heading back towards the door. "I think you're taking this poor thing too far."

The blonde came her way again and she gave up trying to get away. "Spurned, neglected, but that doesn't matter now. Long live the poor! We welcome you poor man to our world of beauty."

Tohru had had enough of this guy, if she took anymore she was going to explode. Keeping her calm she headed back towards the door. "I'm out."

Suddenly a child's voice sounded out as she felt someone grab her arm from behind. "Haru! Come back Haru!" Tohru spun around to see a small blonde boy, looking up at her. She had to admit that at first glance he was cute. "You must be like a super hero or something. That's so cool!"

Tohru felt like beating her head against a brick wall. Was she never going to get out of this damn room? "I'm not a hero, I'm a scholarship student. And why are you being so familiar with me!" She screamed at the small boy, he fell backwards at her outburst. That's when Tohru noticed a tall man standing a few feet behind the small boy.

The first think Tohru noticed was his height, this man was taller than the rest. His face was expressionless but he was staring her down, as his he was trying to figure something out about her. He had solid black hair, and black eyes, she could tell he was muscular but the way his uniform looked on his body. It almost looked tailored to him, his muscles well defined, even under a shirt, coat and tie. Tohru broke her gaze and looked away. Why did she notice this boy more than the rest, she wondered.

Doesn't matter, Tohru thought, I have bigger problems.

"I never thought the famous scholar would be so openly gay?"

Tohru had a deadpan look on her face as she looked at the flamboyant blonde again. Did he just say I was gay? Tohru had an image of ringing the blonde's neck. It brought her little pleasure, since it was not real. Maybe if I caught him in a stairway alone, she mused.

"So tell me what kind of guys your into?" The blonde snapped his fingers and all of the men struck a seemingly normal pose. Except for the tall black haired man, who just gave her a sideways glance. "Do you like the strong, silent type?"

The blonde motioned to the tall man, and she had to agree that was an apt description of him on first glance.

"The boy Lolita?" He motioned to the small boy who was now crying and holding a pink bunny rabbit. Tohru resisted rolling her eyes.

"How about the mischievous type?" He motioned to the twin who leaned against each other and gave her a smirk. Trouble, she thought, that's what those two are. But she couldn't help thinking that they were probably the fun kind of trouble.

"Or the cool type?" He motioned to the man with glasses who gave her a glare. That look said "Pick me and you die.." Tohru back away from him in response.

Tohru continued backing up. "Look all I was doing was looking for somewhere, away from everyone to read. That's all!"

The blonde man walked forwards and put his hand on Tohru's cheek, caressing it. "Or maybe...your into a guy like me. What do you say?" He stroked her cheek and got way too close to her face. Tohru slapped his hand away and jumped back, away from Mr. Creepy.

She felt herself slam into something behind her, she looked over her shoulder. A beautiful blue vase had been knocked off and was falling to the ground, Tohru just stared in horror as it fell and smashed on the ground. She stood there stunned at what just happened.

"Awww" came a pair of voices. "We were going to feature that Renaissance vase at the upcoming school auction."

"Oh now you've done it commoner. The bidding on that vase was suppose to start at eight million yen." Said one of the pair of voices.

Tohru felt like she had been punched in the gut. "What?" She all but shrieked. "Eight million yen? How many thousand yen is that?"

Tohru tried to do the math, but seeing as her worst subject was math, she gave up and rounded it up to ALOT. She felt as though she had just dug her own grave. "I...can pay you back." She said lamely, looking at the shattered vase once again.

"With what money? You can't even afford a school uniform." The twins teased her.

Tohru stiffened and looked down at her uniform. Damn it! She hated it but they were right. Right now she was royally screwed.

From behind her she could hear someone pick up a piece of the glass. "Well what do you think we should do Tamaki?" A cold voice said. Tohru felt chills go up her spin.

The blonde man headed over to the chair, his face neutral. He sat down and crossed his legs, giving Tohru a leveled look. "There's a famous saying you may have heart Yamamoto. When in Rome, you should do as the roman's do. Since you have no money, you can pay with your body. That means starting today, your the Host Clubs dog."

Tohru looked at the blonde and repeated what he said in her mind over and over again. And every time she repeated it, she still hated how it sounded. She was already treated like dirt here, and how she had to be a dog to this Host Club. Tohru resisted the urge to scream.

She looked at the six faces that were surrounding her. You have got to be kidding me, she thought. I have to work for these rich guys? My life is so unfair. Tohru hung her head in defeat. The small boy came up and poked Tohru's side. Tohru being clumsy, and well not all there at that very moment, went over like a ton of bricks.

Tohru laid on the floor, feeling dread. Damn Host Club.