A/N: Hello and welcome to my latest attempt at fanfiction *fanfare*...AFFINITY! I rather liked the word. It was either that or Risque...But there is nothing really sexual about this fanfic, so that wouldn't have worked out. Um...Lex says hi. Anyway, feedback please. I'm planning to actually finish this one! I know; amazing, huh? ;) Well... Yeah... Feedback. Help. Me. Please. Thank. You. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. If I did the Host Club would learn to ride unicycles. Or learn to whistle with crackers in their mouths. ^^

"Wotcher!"

"Oh, um, hello Elena," the Japanese teenager said quietly from her seat on her bed. "Where did you go? You weren't gone for long…"

"What? I was gone for hours. My brother, Kurt, was on the hit and decided to offer someone out…It was a huge mess."

The Japanese girl looked at her roommate in confusion. "I'm sorry, but what happened?"

"God, Arisu. You'd think that after living in London for two months you would've picked up on some of our expressions…" the English brunette shook her head in fake disappointment. "My brother, Kurt, got drunk off his ass and tried to start a fight. It was a huge mess." She grinned and added, "Did that help?"

"Ah. Yes. Arigatou."

Elena eyed the Japanese girl carefully before plopping down on the bed beside her.

"What's wrong, Arisu? You seem a bit off your rocker…"

"I guess I'm just a little homesick."

"Homesick? I've seen you homesick. This is far more serious." She proceeded in trying to glare the diagnosis out of her roommate with no avail. "JUST TELL ME DAMMIT!"

Arisu went tense for a moment, but relaxed almost immediately. "It's a long story and I don't think you'll be very interested…"

"How could I not be interested?! I finally get to hear about Japan and your family and Japan and cherry blossoms and kimono and, and Japan!!!!!!!!"

"Uh…Okay…" At that moment, Arisu Hirohata was trying to figure out how she got a spastic Englishwoman as her roommate… "Where should I start?"

"Is there any other option besides the beginning?"

The Japanese girl looked exasperatedly at her roommate before clearing her throat to begin…

I was born…a baby…at Ohtori Tokyo Hospital. I surprised my parents quite a bit with my gender. They figured that I would be a boy. Their first three children were boys, so they just assumed that I would be too, I guess.

"You have brothers!? Are they hot?!" Elena asked, wide-eyed.

"…May I continue?"

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry."

My three older brothers are named Kichiro, Yukio, and Akio. Kichiro is ten years older than me and just got married into a very influential family. Yukio is five years older and is the owner of a café near my school. And Akio is still a third-year at Ouran Academy.

Ouran Academy has been my school since junior high. Since my family isn't among the most elite, I would be in class 2-B in Japan.

I suppose that that's where our real story begins; at Ouran Academy, that is.

It was a day like any other. I woke up and went to school. The only thing different about that particular day was that Yukio asked me to make a delivery for him. I couldn't very well refuse, seeing as the products were to be delivered to a room in my school. Even though I had gone to the high school portion of Ouran for two years already, I had no idea where I was going.

All Yukio had written on the delivery note was:

"Ouran High School Host Club: Music Room 3.

1 kilo of tea

2 kilos of Columbian coffee

50 strawberry pastries

4.5 kilos of decaf coffee

Confirmation of sale:Hirohata, Yukio

Confirmation of delivery: ___________"

Like I knew where Music Room 3 was… I remember thinking to myself about how much Yukio owed me for this as I made my way up the grand staircase with the heavy wooden crates.

After about twenty minutes, I finally found Music Room 3. I wondered what kind of club the Host Club would be, and why they would need so much decaf coffee… I took a breath and slowly turned the golden door handle. Rose petals swirled towards me and voices erupted harmoniously saying, "Welcome."

I just stood there. I just stood and stared at the seven beautiful boys that just greeted me. They just stood and stared back at me in traditional kimono. I must have been quite a sight, dressed in a short-ish brown skirt, a white shirt, and a dark green apron reading: "Hirohata Coffee House." I guess it could've been worse. Yukio originally wanted to name his café "Yukio's Yum-Yums." Thank God we talked him out of that one…

Before my arms almost fell off, a very tall, black-haired guy took the crates from my arms and put them on a table near the back of the room. "Th-thank you," I stuttered.

Another black-haired boy stepped forward and adjusted his glasses. He took the delivery note out of my hand without a word and scribbled something on it. When it was returned to me, the bottom line read:

"Confirmation of delivery: Ohtori, Kyoya"

"So who are you?" a pair of twins encircled me and I blushed deep red.

"I'm…uh…"

"Hirohata, Arisu. Class 2-B. Her father owns Hirohata Imports. Two of her brothers have graduated from Ouran and her other brother, Hirohata, Akio, is in class 3-B and in the Kendo Club," the boy with glasses reported.

"So you're Aki-chan's little sister?" a short blonde with a stuffed bunny asked, tugging on my shirt. "He's the one who usually delivers those big, heavy crates."

"Uh, yeah… Akio, I mean, Aki-chan, is my older brother."

"According to my records, Arisu-san is at the top of her class… That's impressive, I must say," glasses boy added.

"Thank you," I squinted down at the delivery note for glasses boy's name, "Ohtori-kun."

Over the next few minutes, a bubbly blonde named Suoh, Tamaki introduced me to the whole club and forced me to stay to "observe club activities." I'm sorry that I ever asked him what exactly it was that his club did…

"What do they do?! What do they do?! For God's sake, Arisu, spit it out!"

"…First of all," the Japanese girl started, "you are way too into this… Second of all, don't you have a Japanese language test to study for?"

"…Maybe…But I don't understand Japanese!"

"Then why did you take that class?"

"Well, I have a native of Japan as a roommate! I figured that I would get an easy A!"

"Wrong, dumbass." Arisu shook her head and added, "I'll tell you more later… If I feel like it."

"And I would wait and watch the hours fall in a hundred separate lines
But I regain repose and wonder how I ended up inside…" –New Perspective—Panic! At the Disco