A/N: Now this is the first I had made a story for Ouran Host Club. So I hope that you enjoy the first paragraph. Don't be afraid to say what's on your mind. Critisism is good and it helps me made the next chapters better. But no flaming. If I find flaming your review will be removed.

Disclaimer: I have own nothing that has to do with Ouran High School Host Club, I wish I did but sadly I don't. But I do own my character Lydia Richards.

Lydia couldn't pinpoint the reason why she started hanging out with the Host Club. Maybe the planets were aligned or there was a blue moon, well whatever it was she didn't know. Lydia was not from Japan, the place where she was attending school. She had come from the New York in the United States to study abroad and also to produce an anime that she had done the character designs for. Instead of producing and creating it in America she decided to do it in Japan because they had better technology. When she turned 16 years old her foster parents, paid for her airplane fair and even purchased her a small apartment. Of course when she started making money on her own she bought herself her own house. In her freshman year in high school she paid the tuition fees and got into Ouran Academy.
Now Ouran Academy wasn't a regular school, Ouran was a school for the filthy rich and powerful. Only the families who had millions of dollars and connections could even get in. There were some students from middle group families that got into Ouran Academy that was if they had enough brains to even get a scholarship. Lydia had always been a confident person and she didn't feel intimidated when she first walked through the doors, not even when she felt people staring at her. And why wouldn't they, her appearance isn't what you would call normal.
Lydia didn't like the school uniform. In fact she had cringed at the mere sight of it. The dress was a bright yellow with puffy shoulders. If that wasn't enough the white stockings and the brown 2 inch heeled shoes had her literally trying to pull her hair out. So she threw it into the garbage and opted for her own outfit. Her hair was black and cut into a strange fashion. Her hair was short in the back, her bangs hanging over her shoulders. At the ends her hair was died purple with one white patch on the right. Her bangs were swept to the right side of her face and highlighted silvery blonde. She had also propped up her hair to give it a more lift. In place of the ugly school uniform she wore her abitac sound long sweatshirt, black tights, her rhinestone studded bad girl platforms and the hood pulled up over her head.
After everyone was at least a little comfortable with the newcomer, Lydia kept getting questions like
"How come you're not wearing the school uniform?", "Are you even allowed to wear your own clothes?", and "How did you get the chairmen to let you wear what you wanted to school?"
Well she just gave a mischievous smile and said, "I'm just very persuasive."
It really had nothing to do with her being persuasive; in fact it was more of her being intimidating to get the chairmen to let her wear her own clothes to school. She always spoke her mind whether it be to prove a point or make people see things her way.
~Flashback~ She had been sitting in the front of the chairman's office waiting to be called in. When she got in she could tell that the chairman was wondering why she wasn't wearing the school uniform. She had mentally scoffed and thought,
"If he had to wear that monstrosity then he would be wearing his own clothes too"
She listened to him talk, not really paying attention, until he veered towards the subject of her clothing.
"As you are aware Ouran Academy has a dress code which demands that all students wear the school uniform. Is there a reason as to why you have not abided by this rule?"
She stared at him long and hard for a few seconds, exhaled and spoke.
"I didn't wear the uniform simply because I didn't want to. Yellow is not my color and I'd rather not walk around school looking like puffy yellow pineapple".
At that the chairman let out a breath himself, looking slightly agitated.
"Even though you don't want to wear the school uniform, I'm afraid that if you don't you will be expelled"
Glaring at him because of his threat, Lydia stood up from the chair that she had been sitting in, and leaned over his desk a few inches away from the chairman's face. She could see the beads of sweat dripping down his face from his nervousness.
"Even though you are the chairman at this school, I'm afraid that threats will not scare me into changing into that uniform. Now you have two choices you can either let me wear what I want or get a better uniform!"
Needless to say, the chairman approved that she could wear her own clothes a few hours before she started school. ~End Flashback~
After school since Lydia had enough free time, she went off in search of a place where she could work and get the deadline she had for the weekend done. But wherever she went there were people talking and laughing like school was just a big party. She guessed that her classmate's parents didn't believe that their children needed brains to succeed in life.
Reaching the far recesses on Ouran Academy she actually happened upon a room that didn't seem to have any activity going on, even when she pressed her ear to the door it was silent. Touching the door to push it open, she suddenly felt a chill, like she should turn around and walk away from that room right at that very moment. Thinking it was just her imagination running wild she pushed open the doors. Instead of seeing an empty room she was met with the smell of roses and six very handsome boys in the middle of the room saying in unison, "Welcome!"
'No wonder I felt a chill' she thought to herself as she stared them down.
Two of the boys in the group she recognized from her own class. The tall blondes name was Tamaki and as I understood one of the most popular and sought after guy in school. He also happed to be the chairman's son. 'No wonder he was such a big baby'. Next to him stood a tall guy with black hair and glasses was named Kyouya Ohtori. As I understood he was the Vice President of the Host Club.
"So what kind of boys are you into?" I raised my eyebrow at him and thought to myself, 'He's got to be kidding right?'
"Are you interested in the strong silent type?" he said pointing to the tall black haired boy, with a stoic expression on his face.
"The boy Lolita", he said pointing to the short boy with blonde hair, who looked like should be in elementary school instead of high school.
"The Little Devil type", he said pointing to the pair of twins with light brown hair and yellow cat like eyes.
"The cool type", he said pointing towards Kyouya who had black hair and glasses.
He then grabbed onto my chin and pulled my face close to his. "Or am I your type?" Since I felt he was invading my personal space I slapped his hand away from my face.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you but I don't have a type. And even if I did it wouldn't be you." Tamaki froze and moved to a dark corner of the music room in a feedle position which I had dubbed his "emo corner."
"Look, I'm not here to do...whatever it is your doing! I only came here because I thought that it would be a nice quiet place for me to get my deadline done. But because most of the kids at this school would rather let their brain melt by coming here there is no place for me to do so. Now it looks like I'll have to do it at home. So goodbye, hope to not see you again"
I made my way to the door but before I could get away someone grabbed onto my arm.
"Wait Lydia-chan, you could stay here and do your stuff." I looked down and saw the short blonde boy hanging on my arm.
"You guys would really let me stay here," I replied, raising my eyebrow with skepticism.
It was at that moment Tamaki came out of his "emo corner".
"That's a wonderful idea Honey-sempai. If we can't make her happy with my charming good looks and personality, then we can make her happy by letting fo her manual labor in here"
'Okay this guy is weird, but at least he's okay' I decided to at least show him them a little graditude.
"Thank you"
"Is that okay Kyouya-sempai?"
"She can stay here on one condition!" he replied, pushing up his glasses on his nose.
I gave a smal sigh of annoyance. ('I knew there would be some kind of catch') "What exactly do you want me to do?"
"There are days when the Host Club dresses up in costumes. In order for you to stay here you will have to dress in a costume as well"
"Okay fine. I will dress in your costumes, but I get to choose the design and the color. Deal." I replied in a voice that finalized the negotiation and with an emotionless face.
But I felt my heart skip a beat in fear when Kyouya's glasses flashed and his mouth formed into a smirk, "Deal."
('Why do I feel like I just made a bad decision')