Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy.

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AU: Rose was just accepted into the prestigious St. Vladimir's Academy—a school for the "elite" dhampirs and Moroi—on scholarship for martial arts and grades. While looking for a quiet place to study she comes across the St. Vladimir's Host Club. Will it bring her back to the people she was forced to leave? What happens when the Ouran High School Host Club crosses paths with the St. Vladimir's Academy Host Club? What type of Host would some of our favorite characters be? Read to find out!

*NOTE* no knowledge of Ouran High School Host Club is needed. Recommended, but not needed.


St. Vladimir's Host Club!

Rose sighed as she wondered the halls in the prestigious school known as 's Academy. All these damn rich people are starting to get on her nerves. Not only is she unable to afford tuition, she wouldn't be able to buy the school uniform. The only reason that's she's here now is because she's on scholarship for her grades, but even more than that, she's on a scholarship there for her fighting skills. So not only does she have to keep up her fighting, she also has to make sure her grades don't drop.

Rose kept walking, looking for a quiet place to study, or even just a quiet place to train. The gym and the dojo was packed full with guys of different ages. They didn't even glance her way! Not that they would've. Her baggy grey sweats and boy-short hair basically repelled everyone. Oh yes, she's heard the whispers in the hall. "Charity case" and "reaching out to the community", but her favorite one yet seemed to be "commoner". No one knew her name, no one asked, no one cared. And Rose left it that way, perhaps it was better to just be ignored.

When walking in the halls she heard the chatter and laughs of the Moroi girls, and the hollers and hoots from the Moroi guys. She only rolled her eyes, she didn't understand how someone could possibly be so blind as to see outside their little world. Rose, unlike the Moroi, was a Dhampir. It was harder for her especially because she wasn't even a "high-class" Dhampir at that. Finally she reached the end of the hallway and looked at the door that was in front of her now.

"Music Room 3? Maybe I can get some studying done in here." Rose spoke to herself as she grabbed the door handle and pushed it open. She threw her hand up to block the very bright light that erupted from the room and nearly choked on the rose petals that she spat out of her mouth. Soon, the floating rose petals died down and there stood five gorgeous looking men and a beautiful blonde girl.

"Welcome to the St. Vladimir's High School Host Club!" Five out of the six announced brightly. The door snapped shut behind Rose and she started to panic slightly on the inside. Host club?! Who do these guys think—

"I never thought I'd see the day where we host a guy." One of the guys said, raking steps forward and getting really close to her face. He had curly red hair and freckles splashed across his face. His baby blue eyes stared at Rose. She quickly shot her hand out behind her as she tried to grab the door handle.

"Well, Lissa hosts guys. Granted they all tell her they love her. She is the last Dragomir, after all." Someone stated, though Rose was not sure who. A guy stepped towards her. This one was tall, but not tall like one of the others. His brown hair was messed up nicely as if to look like he had just woken up from bed. His emerald green eyes looked at Rose's brown ones. "So tell us, what kind of guy," a sharp cough came from the one girl in the room, and he merely rolled his eyes, "or girl, would you like?" Rose was beyond confused.

"Wha—" she started off but was cut off by the boy with red hair and freckles again.

"Oh! I know you! You're the scholarship student, aren't you!" He exclaimed brightly with a lopsided smile. The guy with the emerald green eyes looked at the boy who just spoke with an incredulous expression.

"Impossible! I heard the scholarship student was a girl!" He exclaimed. Rose decided it'd be best to cut in at the moment.

"I am the scholarship student." She stated bluntly as she glared at everyone in the room.

"Well then I guess I heard wrong, the scholarship student is obviously a boy. Just look at him." The boy with the emerald eyes smiled. Rose kept a straight face on, even thought she was confused.

Rose glanced around. Wait. Someone was missing. She counted up the heads in front of her. One, two, three, four, five. Yeah, someone was missing. "But anyway, back to my question, what type of guy do you like?" He received another pointed glare from the blonde. "Or girl? Do you like the strong, silent type?" He pointed at a very tall man that was standing behind the blonde girl, he had shoulder length brown hair with deep brown eyes, "the Lolita?" He pointed to the blonde girl. She looked young, but she was probably as old as Rose was, "the natural type?" He pointed towards a boy with a kind smile, he had sandy-blonde hair with beautiful hazel colored eyes, "or the princely type? Much like myself," he smiled at Rose while cupping her chin in his hand.

"Who knew the scholarship student would be so openly gay?" A voice asked from behind her as Rose jumped forward after giving a little shriek. "I don't know why you're so scared, aren't you a Dhampir?"

The boy with the emerald green eyes, the "princely type", just sighed, "or would you perhaps like the little devil type?" He pinched the bridge of his nose while pointing out the boy with the red hair and freckles, along with the boy behind Rose. He had shaggy, raven black hair—reminding Rose of someone—but she quickly pushed the thought away as soon as she saw his ice blue eyes.

"O-openly gay! Are you kidding me? I'm a—" Rose started to rant, but was, yet again, cut off. A new voice traveled through the room.

"She's a girl." It was the tall one, Rose observed. The strong, silent one, apparently.

"Dimitri, I don't know what your talking about but it's obvious that this person is a guy." The "princely type" said. He looked at me, as if he wanted me to confirm him.

"No, I'm a girl, now, I really must be going. Sorry to interrupt...whatever you were doing." Rose explained quickly and turned to walk away, but instead of being able to walk away, she was yanked back my the blonde girl, surprisingly very strongly.

"But you can't just leave! I'm stuck here with all of these boys and all of the girls that request me always complain." The blonde tells her while smiling energetically.

"I have no clue who you are, and I suggest you let go of me before I have to make you." Rose explains, only to hear a small growl escape the tall man's mouth, Dimitri, Rose thought to herself.

"Vasilisa," he called to her as I was trying to pull my arm away. She decided to let go just as Rose decided to give an extra strong tug and she went flying back. Her back hit the floor and as she was getting up and backing away her back hit something. She glanced behind herself and saw that a very expensive looking vase was toppling over the edge of the column it was placed on, turning around very quickly, she shot her hand out in hopes of catching the vase. Her fingers brushed over the lip of the vase, but she wasn't able to grab it and a crash was heard throughout the room.

"Aw, now you've done it commoner," Rose slightly at the nickname. I wasn't a commoner before. "That vase was going up for auction next week somewhere in Japan. It was worth eight million yen." Rose twitched, she knows she didn't have that kind of money anymore...wait, did they say Japan? Oh, well.

"Sorry?" Rose asked meekly.

"Hey, Adrian, what are we going to do about this now?" The one with the ice blue eyes and raven hair asked. The boy with the emerald eyes, that Rose now knew was Adrian, head snapped up.

"What's your name?" He asked her.

"Rose." She stated simply. She did not want him to ask for a last name, she totally forgot what last name she put on the school data base. She can't have them know who she is. She isn't allowed to tell anyone.

"Last name?" He asked. Rose internally cursed at herself.

"I have no need to tell you, Ivashkov," Rose figured this was his last name, considering he was a Moroi and his first name was Adrian. She hoped it was and that she didn't just make a fool of herself.

He smirked at her, "how 'bout this, you and Dimitri over there spar. You win, you don't need to tell us your last name, you loose, you have to tell us." She sighed, she knew she was going to win, she always wins. Rose suddenly remembered her last name that she gave, and looked back at Adrian. She didn't want to engage in a fight that was stupid, besides, her glasses could break.

"I'm not fighting. I can easily beat him, but I just wanted to study in a quiet place, I thought this place was empty. I'm sorry about the vase. I'll try to pay you all back."

The boy with the raven hair snorted, "you wouldn't be able to beat Belikov, and besides, with what money?"

"Christian, be nice," the red headed boy told him.

"No, Mason, he's right." Adrian told them. Rose made a mental note to herself, okay, so Christian is the one with ice blue eyes and black hair, Mason is the red head, Dimitri is the really tall one, Vasilisa is the girl, Adrian is the one with emerald eyes, but who is the one known as the "natural host"?

The natural host smiled, as if he knew exactly what Rose was thinking, "My name is Eddie." He told Rose as she was trying to block out all of the arguing that seemed to be happening between Christian, Mason, and Adrian. Slowly, inch by inch, Rose tried to retreat towards the door.

Adrian jumped in the air, "I got it! From this moment on, you are the Host Club dog!" Rose blanched. This could not be happening to her.


Rose walked to the Third Music Room with bags in her hands. She was sent to go buy more coffee for the costumers. She stopped in front of the doors and took a deep breath. Stepping in, all eyes in the room turned to her. She was the commoner that had entered the place where all the most elite students went. She walked over to Adrian and handed him the coffee.

"Here, it was a two for one special so I got two, I'm going to put the other one in the..." She noticed the look on his face, just as she was about to ask him if something is wrong, he spoke up,

"What is this?" He holds it up to her confused.

"It's instant coffee."

"Instant...coffee?" He questions, head tilting to the side.

"Yes, why? Does it not suit your rich tastes?" She asked him sarcastically. She looked at him to see that he was still confused as ever. "It's commoner coffee."

"Commoner coffee?"

"That's what I just said."

"Go make it for me. I must try this "commoner" coffee!" He exclaimed and somehow earned a round of applause from the ladies in the room.

"Idiot." She muttered, but he didn't hear her over the applause.

A few minutes later, Rose came out with a tray filled with nice china tea cups and a pitcher of the coffee she made. Placing it on the table the filled each cup and stepped away. Adrian waltzed up and picked up a cup, only to realize it was hot and drop it.

"Why'd you drop it?" Rose yelled at him.

He shrunk back at her voice, "it was hot..."

"Of course it was hot! It's coffee!" She explained. Adrian flung himself into a corner and started muttering this about how his "daughter" hated him. She just scoffed and made her way over to Lissa. Lissa was a nickname for Vasilisa and she insisted that Rose must call her Lissa. She saw that Lissa was with Dimitri, but then again, when aren't those two together? Lissa squealed in happiness as Rose made her way over towards them. Lissa was just as chatty as ever, but something she said made Rose's—and Dimitri's—ears peak in interest.

"...I really think you two should spar. Rose said that it would be easy to beat Dimitri, but I'm not so sure, I know here on scholarship but I highly doubt Dimitri would be beaten. He is, after all, my sanctioned future guardian when we graduate." Oh, so that's why she's always with him. Lissa chatted animatedly with her clients and they all nodded their heads in agreements. Then Lissa turned toward Rose and asked if she would do it. Rose smirked slightly, but said that she would rather not fight, but she would if Lissa really wanted her to. No one could say no to the puppy eyes that she was giving.

"Fine," Dimitri and Rose muttered. She looked at him curiously, "dojo or gym?" Rose asked him. He thought about it and then suggested the gym. He's not much for words. We quietly walked over to to the gym, the whole Host Club and the clients watching silently. A couple people actually looked ready to start cheering for Dimitri but Adrian quieted them down quickly. Taking their fighting stances across from each other, Rose heard Adrian call out,

"Ready? Begin!"

Dimitri was careful, she'll give the guy that. He watched her and gave her almost no opportunity to strike where his heart would be. Eventually she took the offense and lunged toward him, faking left and then delivering a blow to his right shoulder. She swiftly grabbed his wrist as he tried to punch her in her stomach and flipped him up and over her head and landed on his back a few feet away. He was in a slight daze from the impact and was already trying to blink his eyes and get up. Quickly she ran over to him and placed a hand over his heart quickly.

"Dead," she told him, she then announced, "I told you I would win easily," without turning around. Rose heard the rustling of paper and wallets snapping open and close as money was being handed to and from. They took bets. She couldn't believe they actually took bets. Damn Moroi. Her vision was blurry and she wondered why. She lifted her hand so she could readjust the glasses that should've been lying on her nose only to find that they weren't there. She looked around the room to see if she could possibly find them quickly and heard a short gasp and foot steps running up towards her.

"Go get a uniform! Order new glasses! And book my hair stylist!" Rose heard Adrian shout. A boys uniform is shoved into Rose's hands and she's pushed towards the dressing rooms. Rose changes slowly, stripping her dirty sweats over her head and she puts on the crisp white dress shirt along with the dark blue blazer that holds "St.V" on the breast pocket in gold stitching. Taking off the sweat pants, Rose pulled on the dark black slacks. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she sees that she looks like a boy. Well, she's going to look like that when she barely has any breast, and a boyish hair cut, along with the fact that she's dressed in a boys uniform. Sighing as she walked out, she asked why she was given a boys uniform. They all looked at her and then pointed at Lissa.

"Do you really want to be stuck in a poofy dress?" Lissa pointed to herself.

"You're right, thank you, but I can't really see right now, so if someone knows where my glasses are..." Rose explained.

"Here," Mason started.

"Are your," Christian continued.

"Glasses," Mason finished while holding out her old glasses without the prescription lenses in them.

She rolled her eyes, "it's kind of creepy how you finish each others sentences," she started, and then pointed at the thick, black framed glasses. "Those don't have my prescription in them. I need to be able to see," she crossed her arms across her chest.

"Sure, but you need to realize that it's these glasses or those new ones. And knowing how you act a little bit, we figured that you wouldn't take the new ones unless you had to." Mason explained. Rose inwardly yelled. She wanted to screech at the guys as Christian held out the new wire framed glasses. Rose harshly took the new glasses and put them on, tilting her head in a way that made the light bounce off the glasses.

Adrian exclaimed, "I know! You are now an official member of the Host Club! May I introduce: the cool type host!" He was bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet smiling. A phone rung out and Adrian pulled it out of his pocket and frowned. "Apparently my hair stylist are back in Japan. That's a shame, the Hitachiin's are masters at what they do. Whether its hair, clothing, make-up, etcetera." Rose cringed inwardly at the name. She knew the Hitachiin's were a powerful family in Japan. Better yet, she knew the Hitachiin's, but the Hitachiin's didn't know her.

"Christian, would you be able to call your guy?"

"I can try."

"Guys, look I don't need any of this. Thanks for the uniform but I should probably get home..." Rose explained.

"Do you need a ride home, Rose?" Lissa asked her.

"Oh, it's okay, I'll walk. It's only down—" She starts off walking but was stopped by Mason grabbing her wrist. She briefly contemplated throwing him off of her.

"Wait! So is Rose a female host? Like Lissa is?" Mason asked Adrian quickly right after letting go of Rose. He saw the way the brunette eyed his arm.

"Yeah, Mase, it does." Christian told him quietly, which was surprising. What's wrong with him? Rose wondered.

"Thanks guys, but I'm going to start heading home now." Rose spoke as she inched towards the door. So close. Rose turned her back towards the group and grabbed the door handle. It creaked open as Rose rushed through it yelling out. "I'll see you guys tomorrow!"


Disclaimer #2: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club

Hey guys! Okay, so I just decided to write this on a whim. If you didn't already know, this is going to be a Cross-Over with Ouran High School Host Club. Please, please, please let me know what you think! Ouran characters will soon come into the picture. Eventually. Let me know if I should continue this?! Thank you all!

Review please!

-A