[ So, mel's here, writing on her couch, when she comes up with a great and new idea...

Let's write a OURAN FANFICTION!?

So, this will be about Six girls who stumble apon the host club one day, and slowly find their strange, but perfect, pairs. What crazy happenings will...Happen?... in the host club now? Will Mori get his girl to talk? Will kyoya be able to stand his' with out shooting someone? Will Hunny ever gain weight and grow tall? And will Haruhi ever eat fancy tuna??!! ….I don't really know!

Well, readers, let's just get this straght, I'm mostly making things up as I go along. There is a big of an actual story behind this, but it'll take a while to get into.... ]

[ You have been warned ]

( I do not own Ouran Host Club, any of it's characters or refrances. I only own the following ( This list may change ) :

Misaki--(Mori)

Hikari--Hunny

Amelia--Kyoya

Cho--Hikaru

Hotaru--Karu

Rini--Ristu)

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C H A P T E R O N E

M I S A K I

'Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine

Do I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do' *

Love.

It can not be seen, nor is it tasted or smelt. A person can truly only feel love. Though it can be seen from a third party's veiw, it will never have the same feeling to them. Love is the thing that should be faught over. Love is what every human needs to survive. Love is the only thing that makes life worth living.

I did not realize that I would be getting just that at my new school; love. Mother thought it would be best if I was back in my home country of Japan, back where she had grown up. Though I love my mother in a close way, I still didn't truly like this idea. I had been home schooled my whole life, and never had very many friends. She, as an internatianaly famous artist and fashen designer mostly had extra time on her hands for me. She is a good mother, though a bit insane at times, and loves me with the love of both a mother and a father.

Mother devorced my father when I was eighteen months old. He never had much custedy of me; I've only ever seen him three times in my 14 years since the devorce. He's nice, but are meetings are always akward and short. He tries his best, but he was always afraid of my mother. Of her doing what, I don't truly know.

"Misaki! Come here my child!" My mother, Suzzu, called from the lower level of our loft apartment. As I came out to the drop-off to the first floor, I saw she was wearing the burnt-red silk pajamas that I had given to her on her birthday. I had the same pair on, only it was a light purple. For some reason, we constentalty buy each other the same things. The two of us have simalor styles, and where so close, we can always know what the other wants.

"Whhaaat?" I whined, rubbing my eyes. I was usually a morning person, but after a fifteen hour plane ride, and twelve hours of unpacking and settling in, I was tired. School was not on my mind, nor was that hideaus yellow dress. Who would pick yellow for a school uniform? Few people look good in that color.

"Schooooooool Tiiiiiiiime!" She sang, dancing around the great room, her arms flailing around.

I groaned, and spun around on my heal, turning back into my room. At the moment, the door was not in it's frame, but down near the front door, half painted by my mother. An old, paint splattered sheet covered my door way, hiding me from my mother.

* * *

I jumped a bit as the bells chimed. Did they really need to be that loud? Ignoring the irrelavent echos of the bells, I took a deep breath. I was taking third year literature classes, while I was only a second year. I was nervus. Third years... I shuttered at the thought. They where older, and more advanced, and more... scarry. My heart races as I stepped into the literature class.

"Ah, Miss Ooto." The teacher greeted cheerfully, turning towards me. He was tall, his hair was graying. "Please, come in. Don't worry about your tarrdiness. It is your first day."

I nodded shyly as he directed me to a seat in the back of the class. I took a quick note of the two boys I was seated next to; a tall, mystirious boy that could pass as twenty, and a childish blonde. The little boy smiled up at me, his brown eyes wide. The tall boy looked over at me also, his face blank and hard. After a second of looking him over, I saw just a bit of warmness in his eyes, as if he was trying to great me.

"Hi!" Little blondey said, jumping up and down in his chair. "What's your name? I'm Mitskuni, but most people call me Honey!"

I raised an eyebrow, my eyes growing wide. This boy was so child like, how could he possibly be seventeen years old? I looked down at my lap frowning. "I'm Misaki." I muttered.

"Misaki Ooto? Your mom's an artist isn't she?" I nodded. Thats always how people reconized me. "Wow, that's cool! Do you draw too?" I shook my head slowly.

"Not really."

"Oh... Hey, you don't look like you're seventeen, did you get pushed up a year?" This boy was kind of...nosey. But then again, he must be a child or something.

"Kind of. I take a few third year classes even though I'm in second." I was murrmering, it was a miricle they could hear me.

"Wow, that's cool! What classes do you take?"

"Literature, Latin and Advanced Language Arts." Still so quiet.

"Oh, maybe we'll have Language Arts together!" He smiled brightly, which was completely adorable.

"Y-yeah, sure." I stuttered once, letting my guard down as I looked up at the other guy. He was frowning now, watching me closely. Honey seemed to take notice, because he instentaly reacted.

"Oh yeah! This is Takashi, but every one calls him Mori." Mori nodded as the little boy spoke, not moving his eyes from mine. He was waiting for a sign of weakness, I just knew it. My eyes flickered down to my desk, where I had been writing absent mindedly. I couldn't quite desifer what I had written, and would have to figure it out when I got home.

"Ah." Was all he said.

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"Saki-san! Wait!" Honey called after me as I stood quickly and hurried for the door. I turned around, dreeding the worst. He was bouncing over to me, Mori in towe. The last period had just ended, I wasnted nothing more than to go home and write my hands off. "Saki-san! Can I ask you a favor?"

Why should I? "Y-yes?"

"Um," He looked a bit shy for a moment, looking down sheepishly. "Can you come to music room 3 after school?"

"Sure, I guess. W-why?"

He gave my a sly—but adorible—wink. "You'll see when you get there!"

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* Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy

So, as I said before, this is mostly made up as I go along. Misaki will usually be narrirating, even the other girls. Why? Because she's the literate, silly! I will make polls and ask what people want in this FanFiction, so check back for updates!

Good bye, and may the force be with you all!

__Mel__