Hi everybody! I'm starting a new fanfic about this show my friends have made me start watching that I've fallen in love with. Any of my regular readers know that I'm probably going to royally screw over this show/manga, so any hardcore fans might want to look away.

I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters except my OC's.

That's about it, so I'll get on with the story!

"Hello? Is anyone there?" I was lost in my new school. Everyone else had already gone home, but I had fallen asleep in the library. How I fell asleep I had no idea, because everyone was so loud. This place was so huge, I couldn't even find anything familiar to find my way out now. "Hello?"

I started running. I hated these huge empty corridors. The sooner I got out, the better. My dad was probably worrying, and he got a little nuts when I wasn't on time or forgot to call him. I was really getting panicked, and opened the first door I saw. A flurry of rose petals spun out of the door.

"Welcome to the Host Club, Princess…" Behind the door were 6 of the handsomest boys I had ever seen in my life. The tall blonde was the one who was talking. "Oh, I'm sorry. Welcome, young Prince."

I stood there incredulously. I looked at the boys for a moment, too stunned to say anything. I'd only been here a week and I'd heard of them. They were a harem. They were here to please the girls of the school who had nothing better to do than to sit around and fawn over them. So basically all the girls but me. As I was standing there, the blonde started talking again.

"It's not often we get male guests here at the Host Club. However, we aim to please. What is it you like?" He looked at me expectantly. They thought I was a boy, and I saw no need to correct them. That's what I was going for, anyway. That's why I opted out of gym class and had a special fake-but-real-looking torso made to cover my breasts and make my hips look less like a girl's.

"Listen, I'm not here for your business, I'm just looking for the way out. I fell asleep in the library and got turned around. Could one of you tell me how I get out of this labyrinth of a school?" Behind me, the door opened. I spun around and jumped back. As I did, I ran into something, a table holding what looked like a porcelain urn. I tried to grab it, but it slipped right through my fingers. Cursing under my breath in English, I watched helplessly as it smashed into the ground.

"It's like watching myself on my first day here," said the person who had walked in behind me. He chuckled. "I'll go get the broom." The boy walked off to a back room to get a broom.

"That was probably expensive, wasn't it?" The blonde one turned to me.

"Yes, it was. It was a Ming. And you broke it. It used to be a complete set, but between you and Haruhi we only have one." His face got kind of watery and he crouched down in a corner, sulking.

"It was worth 8,000,000 yen," said one of the twins. I cringed. "And you don't look like you can pay it back. You'll have to work it off." They were talking deadpan, and I couldn't tell them apart, so it was like one person was talking. "This is just like with Haruhi. Do you think he's like Haruhi? Should we ask Kyoya? He knew last time right away." They had descended into their own world. Like no one else was there.

"What makes you think I can't pay it back?" They raised an eyebrow and motioned to my appearance. "I'm a slob, not poor." I scowled at them. "I'll pay it back, but I don't have the cash on me. Someone could come by my house and pick the money up."

The really short one with blonde hair and really big brown eyes walked over so he was directly under me. "You talk funny. You're the American transfer student, right? You're in my German class!"

"Oh, course I am. I already speak German fluently, but the school said I still had to take the class. They said I had to take English, too, and that's my first language. They're letting me take classes from above my year, though, so I can't complain." I crouched down to his level. "I know who you are, but I didn't think you knew who I was." I noticed the stuffed rabbit he was holding. "I like your bunny. What's its name?" He smiled brightly at me.

"This is Usa-chan! Isn't he adorable?" He held him out to me. "Do you want to hold him?" I took him gently.

"He's so soft!" I rubbed Usa-chan against my cheek. "How do you keep him so silky?" He smiled again.

"It's a secret, okay?" I handed Usa-chan back to Mitsukuni. "And my friends call me Hunny. You can, too." He took Usa-chan and skipped over to a towering boy, then crawled on his back.

"Well, can anyone show me how to get out of here?" I stood up and dusted my hands off. "Like I said a minute ago, I have the money for the stupid jar at my house. I just need to get home to get it." I crossed my arms and waited.

"Hunny and Mori will go with you!" Hunny said. Mori, with Hunny on his back, started walking to the door. I followed, but someone called for us to stop.

"No, that's club money." The boy with black hair and glasses was talking. "Since I'm club manager, I have to go." The blonde one who had been sulking perked up.

"If you're going, then I'm going. I am club president, after all." He struck a pose, hand on hip, hair thrown back.

"Hey, we don't want to be left here! If everyone else is going, we want to, too!" That was the twins. I guess they didn't want to be left out. The boy who went to get the broom walked back into the room.

"Are we making this a field trip? Because if we are, I need a minute to clean up the Ming." He started sweeping the mess up into a dustpan. I shook my head disbelievingly. These guys were nuts.

"Are we going now? Now that everyone is coming?" I crossed my arms and looked at my watch. "I need to get home soon, so could someone please get me out of here?" Glasses bowed slightly and motioned towards the door with one arm.

"This way." With that, we all filed out into the hallway. Next stop, home.

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"WHAT?" I clamped a hand over my mouth so I wouldn't shout again. Trying to get my breathing under control again, I looked at my father in disbelief. "What do you mean you won't pay for it? That's not fair! I didn't knock it over on purpose!"

"I think it'll be good for you to get involved in a club, even if it is by force. You haven't done anything with kids your own age since you were eight. That's the end of it." I took a deep breath. Switching to Italian so that the boys outside couldn't understand me, I started arguing loudly.

"I don't connect with kids my age! In New York everyone was scared of you and your money, except for the kids who wanted to take advantage of the money! In North Carolina, everyone hated me because of how I dress! Here, everyone is just as rich, and to them I'm just some asshole who ignores everyone! The only person who understood me was Mark, and he's gone!"

Exasperated, I threw myself into a chair. It tipped backwards and I tumbled onto the floor. With a sudden idea, I jumped up and ran out of my dad's office. Barreling past the boys, I ran up to my room. Diving under my bed, I opened a wooden box that I had stuffed full of cash since I was little. I got an allowance, but rarely spent it, so I had a lot of spare dough.

"Okay, so the value of the dollar has gone down, but converted into yen…" I did some quick calculating in my head. "Nowhere near enough. Shit. Shit!" I pounded on the floor with my fist. A few tears squeezed out of my eyes, and I roughly wiped them away. "I do not want to do this! Damn it!"

I crawled out from under the bed and stretched. Staying on my knees and leaning as far back as I could, I tried to loosen the muscles that had started to tighten in my stomach. I was getting stressed, and it was getting close to the twenty-eighth of the month, so I was cramping. My door opened. I pulled my legs out from under me then propelled myself onto my hands then onto my feet.

"I don't have the money and my dad says he's not paying for it, so I guess I have to work it off…" I didn't look at any of them directly. "What exactly would I be doing, if I were working for you?" No one said a word. They were all standing around, slack-jawed and staring. "What are you guys staring at?"

"Who did all these drawings?" The blonde seemed to be the spokesperson, because the rest just seemed stunned. My room was kind of startling. On one side, everything was covered with papers that I had drawn on; the bed was half covered, too. But on the other, it was starkly empty. There was only a bed, a guitar, and a light blue urn on a shelf.

"I did them. I'm sort of an artist. I used to do photography, and some painting, but I've stuck with sketching for a while. What does that have to do with what we're talking about? They're not that good." They looked at me, eyes wide. The blonde started talking again.

"Not that good? They're amazing!" He picked a stray sheet of paper off the floor. I caught a glimpse of what it was before he got it fully in front of him and started blushing like mad. I snatched it out of his hand and shoved it into my pocket. "Why don't you want me to see that one? What was it?" He reached for it, but I jumped back.

"Oh, nothing. Just a piece I did for a girl I know. I always keep copies of commissions. But I thought I threw that one away…" I rubbed the back of my neck with my hand. I wasn't paying attention, and he took it out of my pocket. When he got a good look at it, his entire face turned red, and mine turned even redder.

"Um, ah…" For the first time since I met him, the blonde dude was at a loss for words. The rest of the club looked over his shoulder, and their faces turned red, too. I rubbed the back of my neck again.

"She wanted something to send her boyfriend, who was stationed overseas, but she didn't want to do a photo, so she had me draw her…" I grabbed the paper and crumpled it up. "Anyway, what exactly will I be doing if I'm working for you?" Now I really didn't want to look any of them in the eye.

"Club meeting!" The blonde pulled the rest of the boys into a football huddle. After what looked like a heated debate, the blonde turned to me. "Starting today, you are a Host! We don't have an artist type, and we must constantly adapt to please our guests, so you will pay off your debt by having 1,000 requests for your services. Oh, and wear your proper uniform tomorrow."

"Okay… I'll show you out, now." I opened the door and gestured for them to leave. "This way, please." I shut down a little on the inside and polite Lark came out. I led the club to the front of the house, way below my room. I was on autopilot, answering any questions with the least words possible. I would have rather been a butler or something. I wasn't a very nice person, so I'd never pay off my debt.

"I think we can get back in time to open up for today, so if you'll come with us?" I followed them to the limo they had come in and slid in after the twins. And as of then, I was a Host. Welcome to Hell.

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