I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, just my OCs!

Chapter 1

I woke up to yelling and screaming just outside my apartment complex. I sighed angrily.

'Another day in this shitty hellhole. Why do I even live here?'

Oh, right. Because my father's parents are jackasses who don't care if their granddaughter is living in one of the bad places of town because their son married someone else.

Huh. My life is so fucked up. Well, it could be worse, I guess.

Today, I was supposed to start at Ouran Academy, with one of my closest friends, Haruhi Fujioka.

We both had gotten scholarships to Ouran. She won one for something, I think it was academics. I won one for music.

She had started a couple days earlier since I had to clear up some issues dealing with the school.

The 'issues' being about my uniform. I couldn't afford one, so it was decided that I wear my regular clothes.

I sighed again as muffled noises came from outside my window. I quickly went to go and shut my blinds. You don't really want to see anything around here. It could get you into trouble. You don't want trouble around here.

I started walking to my closet when I bumped into to something small and fluffy.

"Slush!" I said as I picked him up. He barked and licked my cheek. I giggled and scratched behind his ears. I cooed at him as he looked at me with his large blue eyes.

He's just too adorable!

I set him back on the ground and walked to my closet.

I pulled out my favorite Fairy Tail hoodie, black jeans and a Naruto t-shirt with the Konoha symbol in white on the front.

I quickly got dressed and went to see if there was anything to eat.

'Ugh. I have to go shopping this weekend.'

You see, I live on my own, even though I'm only 17. I moved out a few years ago, and I've been making money performing at some of the local clubs. My father does give me money every month, but it's only about $1,000 every month or so.

Rent is cheap, but there's also groceries, band stuff, clothes etc. So, I'm not exactly poor, but I'm not rich either. I used to be, though, but that's another story entirely. I met Haruhi in public school. My mom didn't want me going to a private school, and I agreed. I didn't, and still don't, like rich snobs.

Anyway, I digress. I need to go, or I'll be late for the bus.

I panted a bit as I ran to the bus stop, and saw Haruhi stalling the bus driver for me.

'Bless Haruhi! I thought I thought I wasn't going to make it!'

Once she saw me, she immediately got onto the bus. I followed after her.

"You're welcome for saving your spot on the bus." She said blankly.

She had on the Ouran Academy uniform. I blinked. 'Since when could she afford the uniform?'

I nodded and she just shook her head. I could feel her exasperation coming in waves.

You see, I don't really speak much. In fact, I try to talk as little as possible, and frankly, this gets on Haruhi's nerves. I don't understand, though. Does it really matter if I speak or not? If I can give an answer with a nod, then what's the problem? I mentally sighed at my rant.

When we were in elementary school, I wasn't the most outgoing person, but I wasn't a complete introvert like I am now.

Two years after I started elementary school, my mother died in a car crash. A drunk driver hit her car on a stormy night.

I was in the car with her.

I was being extra fussy that day. Mom and I were driving to the pet store. She had gotten me a Siberian husky for my birthday back in September, and I wanted to get a new toy for him.

The truck came out of nowhere.

One minute we were driving normally, the next lights were flashing, and a blinding pain was running through my entire body.

I have scars almost everywhere on my body. The biggest runs from my right shoulder, all the way to my left hip.

She died just hours after the paramedics came.

I was barely hanging onto life.

Months after that I had nightmares almost every night.

Even now, years later, I still had nightmares where I wake up in tears or drenched in sweat.

I had thoughts like

'Why didn't I die?'

'Why did she have to die?'

'Why did he kill her?'

It was about a year before I would even respond to people when they were trying to talk to me.

Another year until I said anything.

And another year before I started letting people in.

As we neared Ouran Academy, I shook my head of those thoughts. I wanted to be ready and focused for whatever awaited me at this new school.

I would be starting as a 3rd year. My father decided to put me in Ouran, but since I was living on my own, he convinced the school to give me a scholarship. I still couldn't figure out why he went to the trouble of doing that.

Back in my old school, the only friends I had were Robin and Sarah Jones. They're both a year younger than me, so we rarely hung out, but we are neighbors, so it wasn't really a problem.

I and Haruhi exited the bus and we walked towards Ouran Academy.

The first thing I noticed was that it was…. pink.

Very pink.

It was gross.

I hate the color pink.

Ew.

Anyway, aside from the disgusting color, the building was pretty nice.

It had large buildings, huge windows, and even a garden.

I and Haruhi split up as we made our way to our classes.

My schedule looked something like this:

1st Period: History

2nd Period: Science

3rd Period: Math

4th Period: Writing

5th Period: Lunch

6th Period: Art

7th Period: Music

8th Period: Free Period

I had a pretty good schedule. I have trouble with math being so early, but I can get over it. I'm glad that art and music is one of the last things too. That means after art and music, I can finally go shopping.

My monthly allowance came in last night, so I'm all set to go shopping. I quickly head to history and see that I got there a bit early. Only a couple people were here, so I decided to pick a seat in the front. As soon as I sat down, everything went completely silent. I looked at the people who were here and they just stared at me like I was crazy.

'What did I do?'

I shrugged and pulled out me sketchbook and phone. I plugged in my headphones, turned on my music, and started sketching something random.

The sketch turned out to be sort of a zombie bunny.

It had a dark colored button for its right eye, I'm planning on coloring it red, and it's left eye was missing. There were stitches running over its arms, legs and stomach. Part of its right ear was missing, while the left one was bent. A huge stitched smile was shown as a dark substance, blood, dripped from the corners of its mouth. In its paw was a meat cleaver, which was also covered in blood. The blood dripped onto the floor surrounding the bunny.

I felt someone tap my shoulder and looked up to see a boy looking at me. He had blonde hair, and large, adorable brown eyes. He glanced down at my sketch and looked back up at me, giving me a curious look. I blushed and closed the book. He blinked and gave me a huge smile. His companion was freaking huge. He towered over the kid and had ruffled black hair and dark eyes. He gave me a blank look.

"Mister, you're sitting at our seat."

I blinked. That's why they were looking at me crazily. I didn't notice before, but most of the class seemed to be here, and most of the girls were either squealing about how adorable he was, or glaring at me.

'Wait, mister?!' I nodded and gathered my things. There seemed to be two other seats next to the one I was sitting in, so I took the one by the window.

'If he thinks I'm a boy, so must the rest of the class.' I thought, mentally sighing.

There was still a few minutes left until class started, so I plugged my headphones back into my ears and continued drawing.

'What color should the bunny be? Maybe a teal or green?'

I felt movement next to me and looked over. The tall boy was sitting next to me, and when he felt me looking, he looked down at me.

I quickly looked away, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks.

'Why am I blushing?' I thought to myself as I pulled out my headphones.

He was still staring at me as the teacher walked in. He called me up to introduce myself.

"I'm Raven Okumura, and it's a pleasure to meet all of you," I said blankly.

I bowed and went back to my seat before they could ask any questions.

I heard whispers of 'how rude the new boy was acting' and 'how cute he is' from most of the girls.

I refrained from banging my head on the desk.

'Fangirls.' I thought annoyed. ' Just fucking great.'

History couldn't have gone slower. If I even looked in the direction of a girl, they would immediately start squealing or blushing, or both. It was quickly getting annoying.

I tried to control my irritation, but it was difficult. The constant squealing was giving me a headache. When the bell was rung, I bolted out of the door, and into the hallway.

I didn't notice my sketching kit fall out of my bag.

The next class was science.

I mentally fist pumped. Science was a close second to music in my favorite classes.

I quickly made it to my class and picked a table in the back.

I looked into my bag to get my phone and sketchbook out when I noticed something missing.

'My sketching kit!' I mentally screamed.

'I can't lose that!' I started frantically searching for it when I heard noise next to me. It was a bag.

I looked up to see a girl with lightly tanned skin, a little lighter than my own, with brown, curly hair in a high ponytail. She had freckles and dark green eyes.

"Hello, my name is Erin Suzuki! It's nice to meet you!" she said excitedly. She had a light accent of something European. I couldn't really tell.

'Maybe Spanish ' I thought to myself as I shook her outstretched hand.

I nodded. "Raven Okumura."

She smiled and said, "I'm your lab partner. The teacher is really laid back with the introductions, so you don't have to go up if you don't feel like it.''

I nodded again and shot her a questioning look.

"Oh, yeah. Today, we're starting the chapter on chemistry! You came at the exactly the right time! This is when the fun experiments start!"

My lips twitched upwards at her naturally bubbly attitude, but I could tell she was nervous. Her back was rigid, and she kept fidgeting with her dress sleeves.

"Why are you nervous?" I asked. She jumped and whipped her head over to me.

" I'm not nervous!" she said loudly. The students who were here already turned to look at her. She blushed and just waved a hand at them. They went back to their own conversations.

"Thanks for that." She mumbled sarcastically. My lips twitched as I turned to face the front.

The teacher came in a couple minutes later, and we got started on the lesson.

After class was over, she asked to see my schedule. It turns out, we both have music, science free periods. She waved goodbye as she went to English.

Math was a pain in the ass. Girls wouldn't shut the hell up, and some of the boys were glaring at me the entire time like it was somehow my fault that all the girls were fangirling over me! Technically it was, but they act like I actually enjoy hearing the annoying squeals and shouts.

Thankfully, that nightmare ended quickly, and I headed to writing.

When I got into writing, I noticed that there were only a few people were there, like seven or eight? Apparently, not many people like writing.

I loved writing.

Usually, after I get done with a drawing, I make up a story to go with it. Short stories, but nonetheless stories.

Thank goodness I didn't have to do an introduction since there were so few people.

Instead of desks, there were small tables that could hold about three people at the most.

I immediately sat next to Erin, who was already engrossed with her story, that she didn't notice me walking in.

She jumped when I sat down. I nodded at her and took out my own notebook. I glanced to the spot in my bag where my kit should be and mentally sighed.

I still hadn't found the darn thing, and I think I might have left it in history.

I shook my head. Now was the time for writing, not worrying about my lost kit.

I took out my pen and started thinking of something to write about. Sitting on the table was a small red bucket labeled writing prompts, and I chose one randomly.

Dragons- Mythical beast who could destroy villages and attack kingdoms for gold and jewels. Write a short story of a dragon. Must write at least three pages.

I smirked. Dragons? This was almost too easy. I opened my sketchbook and flipped to the page where I drew a dragon on it. I got to work after looking at it.

Soon enough, it was lunchtime. I gathered my things and moved to get up when I felt something pull on my sleeve." Raven?"

I looked down to see Erin holding onto something… my sketching kit!

I shot her a look that meant 'explain'

"While I was in English, Mori-sempai gave me this and said it was yours."

I looked at her confused. "Who?"

She looked at me like I just said, 'let's go rob a bank!'

"You don't know who the host club is?!"

'Host Club? Why does that sound familiar?'

Oh, Haruhi had said that she had to join some Host Club because of some vase she broke.

She continued, babbling about how, and I quote 'how extremely hot they were' and how she would love to 'jump one of the hosts'

I couldn't hold back a chuckle as she smiled in triumph.

"I made you laugh! Ha!" she said laughing herself.

She then got an idea, as she grabbed ahold of my arm.

"I'm taking you to the Host Club!"