Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or any of its characters.

Chapter 1: Blame it on the Rabbit?

The task was simple, all she had to do was finish her third year, work hard and eventually inherit the baking industry as the family's "son" as soon her father decides to retire. Nothing unexpected should be happening anytime soon. Not since the accident from an unimportant named school which will forever remain classified. Everything should go according to the schedule…

…Or so she thought.

"We have arrived at Ouran Academy Young Master Hatori. You should leave now before you are late for class."

The young master hit the pause button on her iPod and stared at the school ground blankly with her brown eyes. "Ouran Academy," was the only word that came out from the young girl's lips. It had been about a month ago since she transferred to this school and yet it only felt like yesterday when she became a new student and the thought of it suddenly made her feel uneasy.

Might as well swallow her pride and enter the school.

"I will pick you up at the usual time," the driver said. "If something comes up just let me know."

Hatori gave a silent nod as she got out the limo and entered the school.

The day is just the same as every other day. Attend the classes, take occasional breaks and then the day will end just as fast as the day had begun. Of course there were club meetings during the early mornings and evenings but Usagi Hatori just could not take an interest in any of them due to lack of motivation.

Just like the math assignment that the teacher had given her and the rest of the students to complete.

Sigh.

Stupid tedious math.

Why couldn't God give her the ability to actually be good at math like the others?

With that small thought math class ended as soon as the bell rang. '11:45,' Usagi thought as she looked at the clock. That could only mean one thing, and according to the schedule that would mean it was time for lunch. 'And right on the dot too,' she added as she packed up her things. However, before she could leave, the young master noticed something odd in the classroom. Behind her seat, she found something pink and plush lying on the hard floor.

What was a stuffed rabbit doing in a high school classroom? Did one of the elementary students leave it here when visiting an upper classmen? Or did a girl receive it as a gift but left it here by mistake? There were so many questions about this mysterious toy, but Usagi didn't have the heart to leave it as is and picked it up. (She could have sworn that the toy was going to cry if she had left it there.)

It was cute, but she had a feeling it would blow her cover if she decided to take it home with her.

Maybe after lunch she'll take it to the lost and found.

Perhaps going to the lunchroom was a bad idea. She wanted to blame fate for this sudden misfortune and another part of her blamed the smiling rabbit that was still tucked beneath her arm. It all started when she entered the room. There were many different people from different classes staring at her and the pink bunny that was in its own little world. Usagi could even hear the students, which were mostly girls, whispering to each other so earnestly about them.

"Why is Honey-Senpai's Usa-Chan with another boy?"

"Is he trying to cosplay as Honey-Senpai?"

"I don't get what's going on."

"Kyaaa~! He looks so cute holding Usa-Chan!"

"Soooo cute!"

Usagi felt her face grow hot from all the stares and murmurs that were slowly increasing. This was embarrassing! Even when she looked at the bunny she could tell it was laughing at her own expense! She had to think of something quick to get out of this situation and fast!

When she noticed there was no line at the register the girl quickly rushed over to avoid the stares, not even realizing there was an obstacle in front her:

The dreaded banana peel.

And as luck would have it she slipped on it, colliding into an unexpected victim who flew gracefully into the air and landed right on the table filled with delicious desserts.

Everyone who witnessed the scene began to laugh hysterically at said victim, that is until he got up and glared right at her direction.

Well…crap.

She knew she should have put the rabbit inside her bag if she had known this would happen.

AN: Which Ouran host will the character meet first? Reviews are appreciated.