Hi everyone^^ welcome to my New Fan fiction, the Ouran Diaries! This follows the life of the Host club and several intruding transfers that some how found their way into the clubs daily routine. There is a mix up of love triangles, drama, and Point of views from all sides. After all…what do have to hide from the privacy of a diary?

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Tamaki Entry

Certain angst seemed to have developed faintly in the club over the past few weeks. Haruhi over this first term seemed to have settled into life at the host club, which I was thrilled about. My darling daughter deserved nothing but the most brilliant experiences, I, the king and her father, would insure that! Now if only I could keep the devil twins and their antics at bay, then just maybe…

OH! I forgot to continue about the source of angst that I, the host clubs brilliant king, had detected. After recent fiasco's on the beach, a threat from the Zuka Club, and a look into the life of my very own daughter, Haruhi, things were slightly on edge.

The new term would be starting in a little while, and with it the host club needed to turn over a new leaf. Sure we had a steady flow of princesses in the club, but I wasn't satisfied with that. For some reason I felt like I wanted to do something new and exciting in the club. Something to catch the eyes of new guests, to create a new experience. And not just for our guests. For all of us.

The host club is a family. We look out for each other, not just to see if the other is safe, but to see if we're all as happy and enjoying ourselves as much as we could be. This is something I wanted to happen for everyone, more than anything. Especially for Haruhi, she needs to enjoy herself more than anyone. And I, as her father ,will not stand for one dull moment in my ravishing daughter's life!!! And maybe opening her heart and mind to another new experience would help her.

This is what I thought, what I kept thinking, and what I didn't realize would soon be affecting us all very soon.

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It seemed like just an ordinary Friday in the host club, except for the fact that everyone was extremely and overwhelmingly bored. Not a single customer had arrived. It was as if some one had told them the club was purposely closed. No one would ever do that in fear of the wrath of the Shadow King. He was a true force to be afraid of.

Haruhi was begrudgingly making everyone some instant coffee. The twins played with their DS'. Honey had just awoken from his nap while Mori was stoically playing tea party with him. Kyoya was running club business on his laptop as usual. And Tamaki was just sitting in one of the comfy plush chairs, thinking.

As of late Tamaki felt the club was in desperate need of something. They had been going through the motions of entertaining the ladies to the full extent of their charm as always, but something seemed to be missing. The certain spark of excitement and unpredictable originality that Tamaki craved on an everyday basis.

"Gentleman!" he suddenly announced dramatically.

The King rose out of his comfy crimson armchair, waving his arms dramatically. Every one looked up at him except for Kyoya. Haruhi rolled her eyes.. She turned back to the coffee, losing interest before he even announced anything.

"I believe we need something new in the host club! Something to draw in more people! As the group of elites' in this school we can not allow for the flavor of our desirableness to become stale." Tamaki continued.

"What do you suggest boss?" The twins asked.

They set their game devices down momentarily, staring at Tamaki with mischievous eyes and dark smiles. The twins were hoping that their 'boss' would declare something really fun. They were tired of just sitting around. Tamaki ran a hand through his golden blonde hair, thinking about what he wanted to say. Then he smiled, as if finally figuring out what he wanted to say.

"I believe we either need a new type of hosting experience or some new type of guests. We need something to bring about excitement in this world of our fabulous host club!"

All of the sudden, hysterical, yet very annoying, laughter could be heard from far off. The ground began to shake, taking poor Haruhi by surprise and causing her to drop the pot of coffee into a nearby potted plant by accident. The pot didn't shatter but the coffee spilled out onto the plant. Steam rose from the soil as Haruhi pulled the small glass tea pot out of the potted plant.

"Would you look at that" Two voices noticed casually.

The twins leaned one arm on each others shoulders during the viewing of the event, leaving Haruhi as their unfortunate arm rest. Both of boys smiled their Cheshire Cat smile, as if warning Haruhi they were up to no good. She sighed, rubbing her temples with two fingers and trying to get out of their grasp.

"Damn it! You've got to be kidding me!" Haruhi complained.

"Oh that's alright Haruhi." The twins merely said, coming over to her with casual smirks. "You can always make us some more."

Haruhi twitched with rage.

All of the sudden the source of the commotion revealed Renge entering on one of her various contraptions. She was laughing that annoying grating laugh that just ground on everyone's nerves. Haruhi frowned, sighing slightly. She shook her head disapprovingly at the eccentric woman before her.

"You want excitement! I'll give you excitement! I'll give the host club the international spectacle of a lifetime!" Renge's voice proclaimed.

Everyone raised there eyes to Renge. She was standing dramatically on her platform in an elaborate un-identifiable cosplay outfit, though it oddly resembled something out of the old anime of Sailor Moon. Haruhi frowned, wondering how crazy the day was going to get. Then she began to think of the things she needed to buy at the store that night for dinner.

"What 'cha talking about Renge?" Honey asked.

He loaded his fork up a giant bite of the strawberry cake he was eating. He hummed happily as he ate the tasty treat. When he pulled his fork away from his face Mori frowned when he saw icing on the younger boy's face. Grabbing a napkin, Mori wiped the icing away. Renge merely smiled as she stepped off the contraption.

"I'm talking about mixing the host club with the new exchange sensation sweeping our school!"

Kyoya pushed up his glasses, with two fingers, smirking. He opened up his lap top, re-reading some the files he pulled up over the obvious event that Renge was talking about. His glasses were glowing brightly in the dim light of the lab top. The twins shivered as they looked at him, wondering what their Shadow King was thinking about. They just hoped it wasn't something bad.

"You must be meaning about the new exchange transfer students that are set to begin school at the beginning of next week." Kyoya said.

Tamaki stared astonished. The twins relaxed instantly. Exchange students weren't so bad and they were hardly anything to get worked up over. However, the two smiled. Perhaps they could find a new toy to play with. Haruhi was fun and all but her reactions got old after a while. A new toy would have new reactions and the twins could bother the new toy and Haruhi.

"Exchange students! How come I wasn't aware of this?" Tamaki asked.

Kyoya looked back at his 'best friend' with a casual smirk. The blond was too busy fussing to notice the look his friend had given him. Kyoya shook his head, running a hand through his hair. The blond was completely hopeless, and he would forever depend on others to know the happenings of everything.

"Well it's surprising you don't. The chairman is your father so he must have said something. Or you were probably oblivious to those types of things as always." Kyoya said.

Tamaki gasped and immediately retreated to a far corner in the room, sulking at the comment against him. Clouds of angst swirled around his head. He was poking at mushrooms in the corner with a stick. Haruhi merely sighed at his usual routine. She silently wondered if he was ever going to grow up. His usual notions of making a spectacle by retreating to the sulking antics of a five year old grew tiresome.

"Where are they from?" the twins asked interested.

"They're five transfer students coming. Two are from America; one is originally from France and the other two travel around the world often. They are all coming for mostly different reasons." Kyoya informed.

He of course, had already begun to try looking up information on the students the minute he had heard of their arrival. There was no need to be unprepared. After all, he could use this as an opportunity to get something his brothers wouldn't. He could squeeze information out of the newcomers and perhaps manage to gain an upper hand on his brothers. Foreign companies always did prove useful on rainy days.

"And I thought it would be fascinating if we found a way to integrate them in the host club experience!" Renge proclaimed.

Tamaki flipped his hair glamorously out of his eyes. His 'Lordly' smile on his face. He gracefully waved his arm, as if giving a speech to a large crowd. Unfortunately for him, his 'crowd' was just the host club and simply Renge. He had no screaming fangirls there to back him up at the time but that didn't stop him from playing his lordly role.

"How would we do that? It is a new and spell bounding idea, but it's not like we'd add them as hosts would we? With Haruhi the clubroom has been overflowing. " Tamaki said.

"But with exotic foreign hosts, girls will be flocking for the exposure of the services for something that of course only the club could bring!" Renge insisted.

She may have seemed as if she was persevering for the host club in this endeavor, but a portion of her intentions was purely selfish. She had seen the new American boy herself, and he was gorgeous! She was completely set on making sure he joined the host club, that way she was sure to around him for a set time everyday. She believed something as fine as that belonged under her extremely character driven thumb 24-7.

Tamaki shook his head deniably.

"Yet would a foreigner, much less an American boy, prove to be as suave and exceedingly charming as some one like me? Surely the ladies would disapprove." Tamaki said.

"Actually sempai," Kyoya corrected. "Ladies seem to have an inevitable attraction to somewhat angsty, informal, and raw rebellious boys. Time and time again the Americans prove themselves to have that stereotype."

"That's brilliant!" Tamaki shouted with a triumphant fist in the air. "We must seek after such young men and see if they have the makings of a host! How will we find them?"

"Already done," Renge laughed victoriously. "As your manager I sought it as my duty to seek them out myself and made sure they got some alone time with the host club."

"Good Job!" Honey cheered cutely, squeezing his bunny. "What did you do Renge-chan?"

"I told them Haruhi was sick with some kind of commoner disease and that he wasn't well enough to see anyone so the club was closed for the moment." Renge said as a matter of fact.

"You did what!?" Haruhi raved frustrated.

The twins shrugged and walked back over to the couch. They lost interest and returned to their games. They'd see how things would turn out and go from there but there was nothing they could do as of yet. Besides, their game was much more interesting than listening to Renge prattle on about useless, yet boring topics.

"We don't know. We don't feel like changing anything around here. Besides, if they're all boys we're not really interested." The twins said together.

Renge bent her head down mischievously in between them from their position on the long couch. She had a dark, mischievous smile across her lips, yet the twins ignored her and continued to play on. Both of them started to smile when they pictured Renge's face on the head of the monster they were fighting in the game.

"Did I mention that four of them were girls?"

"Whatever..." Hikaru said.

"When are they-?" Kaoru began.

"Coming?" Hikaru and Kaoru said together.

The club suddenly turned their heads to a knocking on the elaborate white doors. Renge grinned mischievously.

"Very soon." Renge said.

_______________________________________________________________________ "Destiny, wait up! I need to keep up with you!" A girl cried.

"Well then don't slow down then!" Destiny called to her friend, "Come on Sairina, we have the whole campus to see!"

Destiny slowed her pace and let her friend catch up to her. She patiently waited as Sairina panted, trying to reason with her determined friend. Sairina shook her hand and walked over to one of the benches by the enormous gothic style window in the cathedral style hallway of the elaborate school.

"Please just give me a minute Destiny. I'm going to be completely lost here without you!"

Destiny just shook her head, smiling, and stopped in her 3 inch heels and went up to her friend. Sairina looked up at her friend, still breathing quite hard. Sighing softly, Destiny sat next to her and they silently took in the entire surroundings. She was glad to have been there but she was happier because Sairina was there with her.

"It's amazing, right?" Destiny said happily, swinging her legs coolly on the bench.

"Yeah, it's beautiful." Sairina said with a small smile, but with a partnering sigh.

"Come on Sairi, whats wrong? You seemed to be psyched this whole time, but the minute we set foot on the school grounds you returned to shell of yours that I thought we talked about leaving overseas." Destiny lectured.

Sairina just nodded, acknowledging her worry and kept her head down. She began twiddling her fingers, a sure fire sign she was nervous. Destiny just smiled. She knew Sairina better than anyone so she knew her signs of nervousness.

"I don't know…I've just been worried about lots of things…"

"You worry about everyone and everything Sairi. Cant you take comfort or concern in your self at all?" Destiny asked.

Sairina just smiled embarrassed. She didn't want Destiny to lecture her over being nervous. She had every right to be nervous. She was going to a new school, with lots of new people, in a new town, in a place she had never been to before and to top it all off they spoke a language she hardly understood at all.

"Well my idea of comfort didn't exactly involve me breaking in these new heels. Which we got on that shopping spree you took me on yesterday. I like them as much as the next girl, but we don't all have a tolerance for six inch foot wear like you do." She joked.

"Hey, they look fabulous on you. It would be a crime to not wear them immediately." Destiny explained as a matter of fact.

Her passion for fashion, coming from her parent's new growing line, made philosophies such as this second nature for her. Unfortunately for Sairina, she was forced to play Destiny's dress up doll. She was victim to a once a month shopping spree and constant wardrobe changes without her even noticing before it was too late.

"I had a feeling that you were playing dress up doll with me this morning before we left." Sairina sighed.

"I did that because I wanted you to look hot today. I knew that if you felt hot you'd be confident, and just maybe actually talk to people." Destiny said supportively. "You need to see in yourself what I see Sari. You being my 'dress-up doll' is only a method to force that out of you."

Sairina just blushed and smiled. She unconsciously clicked the two and a half inch shy black Mary Jane heels together. She nearly laughed as she realized she was clicking her heels together but she restrained herself. She smiled as she thought to herself, 'There's no place like home. There's no place like home.'

"I guess. I'll try…" she agreed half heartedly. "But what am I going to do about school! I don't know a lick of Japanese. You can't wander around being my interpreter forever! And I'm going to get lost in this labyrinth of a campus. You know I have no sense of direction. And everyone is going to like you better anyway, your prettier and more confidant one and-"

Destiny just shook her head. Her parents had relocated her to Japan because her mother wanted to be around for the opening of their new line that had made its way to Japan. Her dad was still in Miami taking care of business. He had told Destiny that she could bring Sairina with her, since she had been like an addition to the family since they were 12 years old.

Sairina's mother hadn't objected, she thought it would be a good experience for her daughter and she trusted Destiny's family as her guardian's completely. It was set, and the girl's had even been arranged to attend this exclusive private academy where the chairman was thrilled to have them. Destiny was hoping this whole thing would be enough to get Sairina to break out a little, but sadly, it was going to take a lot more.

"Hey, Hey, ease up a little Sairi." Destiny comforted with a laugh. "I will be your interpreter as long as it takes for you to pick up the basics. Don't even start with the 'I'm not as good as everyone else thing', cause you've heard it from me enough to know I'm going to shut you up about that. And as for your sense of direction, well that's what today was for silly!"

"I guess your right. Okay, I'll perk up." Sairina said softly.

Sairina looked lost in thought but she shook her head and smiled at her friend. Destiny jumped off the bench confidently. She offered Sairina her hand with a grin. Sariana took it and Destiny pulled her to her feet.

"Atta girl! Come on, I wanna try to find that art room we were interested in."

"That one girl with the honey colored hair and the… um…interesting outfit…was really insistent to give us directions to it, I wonder why?" Sairina questioned, getting up herself.

Destiny looked at the paper that had been given to her, and then at a set of elaborate white doors in front of her. Something didn't sit right. The number on the paper matched the room number but there was no one around at all. Not a single student, teacher or staff member was anywhere in sight, making Destiny wonder if they were set up.

"That's weird… This is the room number the girl gave us, but the door says third music room."

Sairina just sighed as she stared perplexed at the strange Japanese symbols she couldn't read.

"Its not like I could tell," she mumbled.

She began sinking back into her depression. She was shaking like a leaf at the thought of getting lost on the campus without Destiny. Who knew what sort of terrible things could happen if Destiny wasn't there to interpret for her.

Destiny just shrugged, "Well let's check it out anyway. It's music too! That's something that you might want to see. Oh! And walk with confidence. You're in a fabulous skirt, so show it off."

Sairina just giggled and straightened the ruffled skirt she had been forced in this morning. She was going to try to be more optimistic for Destiny's sake. Destiny had done so much for her to get her here. Making a new experience for herself was the least she could do to appreciate it. She nervously fingered the dark curtain of hair concealing most of her features. The only thing holding it back was the single hair pin with the decorative moon that Destine had insisted that she wear.

She walked up to the door where Destiny already was. She had her ear pressed against the door and she was grinning a Cheshire cat smile. She glanced over at Sariana, with mischief dancing in her eyes like fire, making Sairina a little worried about what Destiny was going to do next. She didn't want to go and do something embarrassing. The other students wouldn't ever let her live it down if they got caught.

"I hear voices," Destiny observed.

Sairina nodded, hearing them too. Destiny all of the sudden knocked on the door. Sairina jumped away from the door, as if zapped by an electric current. She didn't want to interrupt someone during a club meeting. She grabbed her friend's arm, squeezing it tightly, trying to pull her away from the door but it was a fruitless task.

"Destiny!" Sairina squeaked. "What are you doing? People are obviously doing something in there!"

"I heard hot guy voices in there. I think its time we play lost foreign exchange girls. Oh, and don't worry, if you don't understand I'll introduce you. " Destiny said with a smirk.

Sairina just kept behind Destiny as she opened the doors slowly.

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Destiny Entry

It was called the third music room. I didn't know how to interpret it. It hadn't been on the set path I had assigned for myself, but since when did that ever stop me before? I just went into the situation with my head and heels high, and trying to help Sairina as she followed me. Just like I do with everything.

Ouran was new, Ouran was strange, and I couldn't wait to see it all. I thought I was prepared for everything. I knew how to handle myself and others and nothing usually fazed me. But that was before I saw him.

I had to say, I put up a pretty good fight while it lasted. My flirtatious nature was unfailing, my Japanese perfect, and my confidence and social skills at their peak like always. But all it took was that dip.

That one look into those sapphire eyes of his, then I lost myself. I think I had even forgotten about Sairina for a moment. I'm sure she forgave me about that, but those twins didn't give her an easy time.

I just don't realize how one pair of eyes could make me loose such focus of myself. I even volunteered my soul, just so I might be able to see him. OH! And of course so Sairina would have exposure to more people.

Those eyes…wow…

Well, at least I'll have something to do while I attend school here.