Why am I incapable of completing fanfics? I don't know, my attention span isn't very good…

I promise I will write the next chapter of Not So Silent Observer, I swear! This has just been turning around in my mind for a while. So, I wrote it. Some warnings:

THIS CONTAINS HOMOSEXUALITY, POLYMORY, LEMONS, TWINCEST, OC YAOI, ABUSE, SELF-INJURY, AND OTHER MATURE THEMES! DO NOT READ IF YOU WILL BE OFFENDED.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that's not owned by me. That includes all characters/plot points/ideas from Ouran High School Host Club. Don't sue me. You wouldn't be able to get much anyway. I'm broke.

"Hey, did you hear there's a new student?"

"I hear he's from England!"

"Oh, European? I bet he's cute"

"I know, right?"

Giggles and whispers filled the classroom as rumors flew around. The rumors varied from there just being a new student, to an exiled prince, to the heir of a mob, etc. Hikaru sighed in slight annoyance at the tittering voices surrounding him. Kaoru looked over at him and shrugged, unsympathetic. Girls always reacted this way to new students – it had been the same with Haruhi. Eventually, the excitement died down, and the rumors were again just surrounding the host club.

The teacher walked in tiredly 15 minutes late, much to the surprise of the students.

"He's early," Haruhi commented drily, and Kaoru nodded.

"Must be because of the new student."

He was correct in assuming so – the teacher looked around the class boredom before announcing, "Okay, we've got a new student. His name is Ari Craford, he's from London." He looked towards the door, irked. "That means you can come in, now." he called, and the door opened. The room went quiet for a second, before the room erupted in giggles and squeals from the majority of the female population.

"Oh my god, he's so cute!"

"Look at him! He's gorgeous!"

"How does he do his hair?"

"He's blushing! That's so adorable!"

And indeed, Ari was blushing. Well, at least, the visible portion of his face was tinged pink. A large part of the right half of his face was covered with messy black hair, so only one of his green eyes was actually visible. He was a bit on the short side, standing at five foot five, and he was unnaturally skinny (though the girls insisted that it just made him prettier), while his skin was very pale (though it was pinker at the moment).

Even Hikaru regarded the new boy with mild interest. There was no denying that Ari was attractive, though Hikaru thought that he was very girly. Even so, Tamaki would probably try and get him into the host Club, judging by the way the girls were carrying on.

"Alright quiet down," the teacher waved his hand about, but gave no indication of enforcing that. "Alright, Craford, sit behind Hikaru Hitachiin."

The teacher moved to his desk and started looking through random papers while Ari stood at the front awkwardly. The teacher noticed he hadn't moved and shot him a look. "Well?"

Ari looked at the ground. "I, er, don't know who that is," he said quietly, a British accent just barely noticeable in his Japanese.

The teacher rolled his eyes and sighed. "Hitachiin, raise your hand." Hikaru rolled his own eyes but did so, and Ari walked over to his seat, face still tinged with a blush.

The class went by quickly without anything interesting happening, aside from the feminine giggling and whispering, which unnerved and embarrassed Ari, which in turn made the girls like him more and the giggling and whispering intensified. Every class was the same, and by the time the day was over, Ari was praying to leave the building in one piece.

Unfortunately, as he was sneaking out, his way was blocked by two tall upperclassmen – one with black hair and glasses, and one with blond hair and a large, stupid grin on his face.

The one in glasses opened a book and pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose. "Ari Craford, age 15, five foot five, homosexual. Born in England, orphaned, currently under the guardianship of Robert Carrinar. A pacifist, photographer, artist. Moved to Japan 2 weeks ago."

Ari looked at him in wide-eyed shock. "Er...yes?" How did he find all that out. But he doesn't know about...know, he would have said something if he did.

"It's so wonderful to meet you!" Ari jumped and blinked at the blonde's outburst as he was pointed at dramatically. "I am Tamaki Suoh and this is Kyoya Ootori!"

Does he have to yell everything? Ari wondered idly.

"You must join my club! It would be perfect for someone like you!"

"What kind of club?" Ari asked hesitantly.

"My host club! It is where beautiful men with too much time on their hands entertain beautiful young ladies who also have too much time on their hands!"

Ari cocked his head slightly, still confused. "I don't think I understand completely..."

"Basically, they flirt with girls. As a hobby." a bored voice explained from behind him, and Ari turned to see a short brunette boy, who he recognized from his first period class. When he finally comprehended what he had just heard, he shook his head vehemently. "Erm, sounds fun, but...er, Ootori just said...I'm gay." his voice slowly trailed off, and it was nearly inaudible by the end of his sentence. Kyoya just smirked.

"On the contrary," he began coolly. "Having a homosexual male in the club could attract more business – girls do enjoy having a "gay friend" after all."

"Yes!" Tamaki shouted happily. "Girls will talk to you about make up, hair, nails, general "girl talk"!"

Ari looked at him in disbelief. I said I was gay, not that I was a girl. However, Ari thought that being in a club could be fun. "I'll think about it," he replied quietly. "I might have things to do after school, but I'll ask my ma – guardian." Ari cursed himself for slipping up. Tamaki didn't seem to notice, but Kyoya raised an eyebrow, though he stayed silent.

"So, um..yeah." Ari rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'll be...going now." He turned and quickly walked out of the building, where a dark black car was waiting for him. He got into the back and sat down across from Mr. Robert Carrinar. The older man smiled at Ari, though there was a dark glimmer in his eyes.

The man was fairly handsome, for someone in his 30s... He looked like the average successful business man, with nice teeth, neat brown hair, and a nice suit on. "So how was your day, Ari?" he asked, and Ari looked away.

"It was fine," he replied, almost silently. Carrinar raised an eyebrow. "Is there something else you want to tell me?" he asked, a bit patronizing. Ari looked a bit nervous. "I was wondering," he began.

"Look at me, when you speak to me, Ari," Carrinar chided, and Ari ducked his head.

"I'm sorry, sir." He took a deep breath. "I was wondering if you would permit me to join a club at school." he looked away again, while Carrinar looked at him in amusement. "What kind of club?"

"A Host Club, sir." Carrinar rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I suppose so..." he stood up and sat next to Ari, wrapping his arm around him and pulling him closer. "Of course," he said softly, his lips right next to Ari's ear, brushing them slightly. "That would depend on what you were willing to do for me," he hissed.

Ari shuddered.

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