This is a story I found that I must have written over a year ago. I went back and changed a few things and I'm not sure if I'll continue with it but I'll post what I've got I suppose. Hope you all enjoy and don't be afraid to leave a review!

The day wasn't a special day. It was boring; bland. The most exciting thing that had happened the whole afternoon was my math test I had gotten back. 100%. Even the happiness on that was vague and half-hearted. I could hear my father's voice booming to me as I brought back my first perfect score.

"Well that's to be expected of a Mitchell!"

I sighed as I packed up my things. I had tried lowering the score, just to get their attention, but that only resulted in a stern "You can do better," and the subject was dropped. I'm not sure what I was expecting, exactly, but it wasn't that. Now it was just expected that I get high scores.

Looking around, I noticed some of my acquaintances gathering towards me. I would use the term 'friends' but I didn't know them too well. I was too busy for friends; especially from this class. They all had pleasant smiles on their faces, and were definitely heading for me. I shot my fake smile in their direction.

"Hello ladies, what can I do for you?" I asked them as nicely as possible. Another reason (perhaps the main reason) they weren't my friends was because some of them (read: most) were snottier than hell. My parents had informed me, however, that making enemies at this school was not wise. I might tarnish the family name.

One of the girls, Koni I think her name was, giggled at my statement. Unfortunately for me, I hadn't studied Japanese or been here long enough to form the proper accent, and was stuck with my cockney tone. Many of the students in my class found it cute. I thought it was slightly butchering their language.

"Leighton-Chan, don't you think you've been working too hard? All you ever do is study!" Chiharo questioned with a smile on her face. Oh yes, I thought, I study while you and your friends do whatever because you aren't the heir to your family's wealth. That would be your older brother. I collected information. It was a hobby of mine. I wouldn't call it stalking, and I wouldn't call it invading, I just looked-for tidbits that might become useful one day. Unlike her, I was an heiress.

I smiled. "You can never work too hard!" My smile stretched into a grin as I lifted my arm to show the little muscle I had. "Gives me all sorts of muscle, see?"

The girls laughed at my statement. I could assume what they were thinking. Oh Leighton, only you. "If you change your mind…" Koni trailed off, looking at the door. A certain person had just walked by, gaining the attention of the females in the room. "You know where we'll be, Leighton-Chan..." She drifted out the door after the rest of the girls, trying to catch up.

I almost snorted. I would have, had there not been people still in the classroom. Oh, I knew where they would be. I could say the same for just about every other mindless girl in this school. They flocked there, every day. The Host Club.

I understood the appeal and the goal. For the girls, they can go and get treated like a princess. It could be like a dream come true. And there were seven cute guys. A body is naturally drawn to a possible mating partner. On the Host side of things, they get to make the girls feel special, make a profit, and help people achieve happiness.

The whole plan, however, falls in on itself. When you consider the girls that got a bit too carried away, it's destined to fail. One thing you must realize in business is the emotions of the public. I had destroyed a company this way. A year back. It was a small company. My Parents had said they had tried talking sense into the owners. They wouldn't listen. Father said they were destined to fail anyw-

I shut my eyes. No, that's all in the past. If I don't move forward, then I'll fall through the floor. I took a deep breath before opening my eyes. A pair of dark brown ones met mine instantly. I jumped back at the sudden proximity of the boy, startled that I had missed his approach. I didn't usually miss things.

"Ah! Mitchell-san. I was wondering if I could finally convince you to join the music club!" Kenta started in. I let out a small breath and smiled softly. The boy was persistent, I'd give him that.

I straightened myself and fixed my uniform. I was not fond of the yellow ball gown. It was, albeit, a bit better than the middle school uniform I had worn for half a year. For such a fancy school, it amazed me why Ouran decided to shove its students into atrocious attire. Even the male uniform was less than satisfactory. "Fukui-san, I don't want to sound rude, but I am very busy and don't have time to be playing violin or flute all day. But I do thank you for the offer, and I might stop in at another time." I flashed a smile at the boy and walked out of the room.

I had been taught many different musical instruments at a young age. My parents used to love hearing music drifting through the house. But after the incident I barely ever touched anything having to do with music. He only continued asking because that club had barely enough for a small band. He had heard me play in music class once.

I made my way towards the office, not thinking about much. I was busy, and I rarely ever got the time to rest my mind. The silence was refreshing. If it wasn't for the fact that I had twenty million things to do, I would just go home and relax. I hadn't slept much the night before, cramming every second into studying.

The silence was short lived, as the main office was only a flight of stairs downward. I was slightly upset, sighing to myself while I opened the door. Once this was done, perhaps I could allow myself a small nap. Just an hour. I smiled to myself, enjoying how that sounded. Just an hour of nothing. Considering all the hours I put into everything else, I found this was well deserved.

The secretary at the front desk noticed me when I came in. "Oh! Mitchell-sama. Your maid delivered somethi-"

I smiled and cut her off with an "I am aware, Kita-sama." She instantly shut up and went back to typing. Almost all the staff was frightened of me. It was either because of my family, or my gathered knowledge on all of them.

"Now Leighton, I need you to understand something about staying informed of your associates," My mother had started. "Only make it known that you have information when it benefits you. If you mess it up and blabbing, they'll be out for your head."

The only reason they all knew was because I had very, very briefly mentioned Mrs. Hayashi's recent divorce to the woman herself. She was shocked, asking how I knew about it. I slipped and said simply "I know a lot of things." The teachers and staff were now frightened of which secret I would blurt out next.

I sighed at the frightened expression on Ms. Kita's face. She had a boyfriend who was twice her age and then some, but was scared to tell anyone. She was only 24. Kita was a very sweet girl; I'd give her that, but had no idea what she was getting into with the man. I rubbed my arm. It wasn't my business.

I picked up the three boxes on the counter and started thinking of how I wanted to do this. Luckily, today it wasn't any china. I had almost broken a plate the last time. My parents never found out, but… I shook my head. It wasn't that heavy, I could easily carry all three so long as no one ran into me. Something you wouldn't think happens a lot, but in this school it does. As if the whole school was the setting of some sort of teenage romance novel.

I was making my way back out the door when Ms. Kita started shouting a warning at me. I glanced back at her, curious as I kept walking. Out of nowhere a banana peel was under my foot, causing me to nearly slip and crash with the boxes. I screeched out, trying to protect the product in my arms. I skidded a bit, not enjoying the falling feeling it gave me, before running smack into the wall. I quickly looked over the boxes, assessing damage done to them. None.

I looked at my arm, which was now bruising at a strange rate. Enraged, I whirled on Ms. Kita and started spouting out words.

"Idiot! Do you know what would have happened had these boxes been damaged? You would owe a large sum of money to my family, money you really don't have, do you Kita-san." I spat her name out viciously, taking a moment for the fear to settle in her face before continuing. "It is your job to keep this room clean. Could you possibly be more careless?! I should have you fired!"

Her face contorted to so many different emotions before settling on ashamed. "I-I-I'm-m-m s-s-sor-sorry. I'm s-s-so sor-r-ry, Mitchell-sama. P-pl-please don't get me f-fir-fired. This j-job is all I h-hav-have." She began sobbing, causing me to flinch. My hard and enraged eyes softened.

Great, now what was I doing? Exploding on innocent bystanders? She had tried to warn me. I was acting childishly again. All my fear and anger had been channeled at the poor woman. I sighed and turned to her, not really wanting to apologize, but not wanting her to cry. "Just…just be sure this does not happen again, alright? I will be going now."

She stopped sobbing and looked at me, all kinds of confused. I didn't let her speak however, because I was out of there so fast I could be considered a ghost. I walked hurriedly. I was such a child. My parents were right. I could never inherit the businesses if this is how I acted. But… I was just so frightened the moment that peel hit my foot; I saw everything that would happen. The shipment ruined, having to explain to my parents, never getting the titles that were rightfully mine. I freaked, needing to blame someone else. But was I entirely wrong? I wouldn't have slipped if she would just do her damn job. But no, instead she spends the day IM'ing her forty year old boyfriend.

I stopped once I reached the stairs. This school was a maze, and if you let your mind wander you would never find your way out. I climbed slowly, trying not to tip the already shaken up boxes. I looked at the clock. Because of my outburst, I would now be late. I sighed in annoyance, not liking the idea of screwing up once again. I quickened my pace until I was there.

Music Room 3, where all the magic happens. I laughed dry-ly at my own joke. Magic was an understatement. They literally paid to get rose petals that would pelt you in the face. It was a stupid addition. It wasn't profitable in my opinion.

I opened the door, the hosts already in swing. I should have been here five minutes ago, before opening time. I groaned inwardly and glanced around the room. Tamaki had not yet noticed, luckily, but just about everyone else turned their head when I walked in. The girls, not seeing anyone special, went back to their hosts. The hosts, however, noticed who exactly I was.

Hikaru and Kaoru waved slightly, going back to their 'brotherly love' routine. It kind of sickened me. Incest just wasn't attractive to me. I smiled politely in return, but I doubt they noticed. They never notice. It doesn't bother me any, I could care less what they notice and don't. I didn't come here for them.

Haruhi, who I was almost 3000% sure was indeed female, looked up with big brown eyes that some part of me wanted to squeal at. I knew she owed the host club, but I was positive she was cross dressing. It wasn't really my business, but if I ever needed blackmail information it would suffice. You really can't get much dirt on the host club. She smiled in my direction waving. Her guests glanced back over to me, also smiling and waving.

Takashi glanced at me once and nodded, but Mitsukini was a different story. He noticed and instantly bounced over.

"Leigh-chan! Will you come eat cake with us? It's your favorite!" He held up the plate and I instantly recognized the red velvet and chocolate mix. I had created the design, actually. It was one of the rare times my mother praised me in my culinary skill.

I smiled down at the shorter third-year. Shifting my boxes uncomfortably, I shook my head. "Sorry, Haninozuka-sempai. I'm here on business. Maybe another time?"

The blonde boy seemed to deflate, not really liking my answer. "But that's what you said last time. Please? You're always just here for business!"

It's really hard not to treat him like a child. I constantly had to remind myself that he was, in fact, 17 years old. I plastered on another smile. It wasn't that I didn't like the boy; it was that I was busy, and wouldn't be caught dead in the host club if it wasn't for business. "I promise you, I will find time someday to eat cake with you. I just have a very busy schedule, Haninozuka-senpai."

Satisfied with my answer, he bounced right back over to his table, where the girls gave me odd looks. I was never usually in here during club hours, so for them I suppose it was strange. I turned towards my actual destination, not liking the look Kyoya was giving me. He knew I was late, I knew I was late, but he didn't have to give me a look like that.

I headed over there, but apparently not fast enough. I let out a small gasp when a huge rush of air stole my boxes from me. Starting to protest, I spun to see who exactly thought it was a good idea to cross me. There, in all of his holy blondeness, was the Hosting King. I mentally slapped myself for being stupid. I walked right past his table. I was such an idiot!

He gave me one of his supposedly dazzling smiles. "Oh, but Princess, you shouldn't have to carry such heavy boxes. Let me handle these."

It took all I had not to turn and yell at him. Tamaki was an idiot. A good guy, but an idiot. His intentions were always genuine and sincere, but his actions were impulsive and…childish. But wasn't yelling also childish? I shook the thought from my head and smiled at the guy. "Thank you, Suoh-san, but I really could have handled it just fine."

He dramatically threw an arm over my shoulder. "Oh, but Leighton-chan! You are a delicate flower and should not push yourself so hard." I smiled, albeit a get-the-fuck-off smile, but it was the most politeness I could muster. He glanced at my face and retreated quickly. "Right, then. Kyoya, where should I place these?"

Kyoya looked up from his typing with a bemused smile. "The kitchen, Tamaki. Where else?"

Tamaki's guests were sad to see him march off, and instantly turned to see who had taken their King away. I glanced at them once and each and every one of them flinched. You don't mess with Leighton Mitchell. It was a rumor that had gone around in middle school when I lashed out at a boy for trying to tease me. Apparently prepubescent boys don't like it when you threaten to destroy their family business while punching them into the ground. I was too rash then, or at least that's what my parents had told me. I was a lot better now, but the message stuck.

I opened my bag and brought out the clipboard. It had all the business information, and I required a signature. The paper was already littered with his name, from the multiple transactions he had made. We'd been doing this for a while. He was a faithful client to my parents.

"Sorry I'm late. I got caught up at the office." He dismissed it easily, but I could tell he still wasn't pleased. "I'll need your signature, Ootori-san. It looks like I might need a new sheet soon, too." I threw in the small joke and he smiled humorlessly. Our relationship was purely business, nothing more and nothing less.

"Yes, I suppose this one is getting rather full," He noted as he effortlessly signed his name. "Would you prefer the check for next week's shipment now or then?" the question was pointless, seeing how it was company policy that you don't pay until you have what you paid for. I guess he was being polite.

I gave a faint, fake smile. "You know I can't take it now, Ootori-san. Will it be the usual shipment for next week?"

He gave me one of his own plastered smiles. Business was so stiff. "Yes, but I will also need an extra dozen cakes for our theme. Could you possibly bring in a tropical design?"

I nodded, writing it down on the order slip. "Of course, Ootori-san. Anything else? I could get you a deal on sparkling pineapple juice with the cakes. You are a valued customer at Harris Sweets, you know."

We talked business for a few more minutes, getting everything straightened out. This is what I did. Every Thursday, I'd come to the Host Club and deliver their food. It was how my parents wanted me introduced to the business, or at least one of them. They bought shares in just about everything, were on several boards in other companies, and owned a few small businesses as well. It was never ending. They wanted part in everything.

I left the room soon after, tucking my clipboard into my bag. Mitsukini had come up to say goodbye, but that was about it. Boring day, boring ending. I checked the time on my phone and cursed. I spent more time in there than I wanted to. I was extremely behind schedule. I started murmuring all the things that still needed to be done when, believe it or not, someone ran into me. It was only the fifth time this week.

"I'm so sorry, Leighton-senpai! Please forgive me!" The boy started to stand, holding his hand out for me. I saw just who it was and smiled. A genuine smile, actually. "Chika-senpai was worried and sent me out to look for you. Are you alright?"

Ah, Daiki Saito, future owner of Saito journalism. Current reporter for The Ouran Daily. He was possibly the brightest journalist in there. I however was not a journalist. The title of Manger was mine. I took care of all our paperwork, complaints, and club activities. Chika Maki was Editor and Chief.

"So sorry, Saito-san. I was finishing business." He knew of my weekly routine with Music Room 3. He was one of the few I could almost call a friend.

He rolled his eyes. "It's always business with you. And besides, you know it's Daiki-kun, not Saito-san. C'mon." He grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs to Meeting Room 2. I almost laughed. He had a sort of delusion that we were the best of friends, despite my distancing. He was determined.

"Chika-senpai! I've got Leighton-senpai!" He shouted to the very quiet room. Oh boy. Here it com-

"LEIGHTON-CHAN I WAS SO WORRIED OH MY GOSH I WAS AFRAID THAT HOST CLUB JUST SWALLOWED YOU UP ARE YOU OKAYYYYYYYYY?!"

I winced as she pulled me into a hug, thus shouting straight into my ear. Chika Maki, ladies and gentleman. A true piece of work. I disentangled myself from her, sighing as she tried to cling right back. "I'm fine, Maki-senpai. Just a bit behind schedule. I'm only fifteen minutes late, anyway."

I felt so much more at home here than I did at my actual home. I didn't have maids everywhere, there were no judgmental parents, and I could just sit down and work quietly. At home, it was always either too silent or too loud. One party after another, that's how my mother liked to work. My father always had associates over, my mother had clients, and it was torture.

Chika didn't like me using her last name either. It was a habit I had formed while attending the many parties of Sophia Mitchell. No friendly suffixes for me. Not that I really liked using them anyway. "I will be addressed as Chika-chan and nothing else!" She proclaimed.

I grinned. "Sorry, Chika-chan. So, where are my financial papers?"