A/N: So here I am with my first OHSHC fic. It's an idea that I've been kinda kicking around for a week/few weeks/month(? I don't know, I've felt like it's been forever). I have also never really seen a lot of fics about OC's that are actually rich and famous and actually join the Host Club because they want to, not because they are forced to out of a debt. But instead of just explaining everything, I'll just let you get on to reading:}

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran.

"Com'on, com'on, com'on, Nee-chan! We are going to be late for school if you don't get up soon!"

Hana rolled over in her bed, her long hair draping over her face. "Chihiro, go away. I'm sleeping."

"But Nee-chan," Chihiro whined as she pulled the covers away from her older sister's face. "School is today. It's my first day at Ouran Academy! At least get up for that."

Hana grabbed the thick blanket from her sister's grasp. "Five more minutes," she muttered as she pulled the blanket over her head, shutting herself out from the world. Chihiro just sat on her sister's bed pouting. "You know, you shouldn't sit on your dress like that, it will get wrinkled." Hana stuck her hand out from her blanket cacoon to swirl her finger around. "And then the maids will have to iron it, and then we will be late." Chihiro quickly gasped and scrambled off the bed as Hana sat up. She glanced over blearily as the maid opened the room to peak in.

"Oh, mistress, your awake!" The maid said with a quiet happiness.

"Yeah, a little monkey woke me." Hana replied with a yawn and stretch. "She was chattering about something like her first day at High School, or something like that." Chihiro started making excuses about her behavior while Hana and the maid just laughed gently. Chihiro started giggling when she realized they were only teasing.

"Alright, everyone out while I change!" Hana said shooing her sister and the maid. She then turned to glare at the ugly yellow dress that she had avoided wearing an entire summer. "Hello, my old enemy." She whispered as she she slipped it off the dummy that it had been set on the night before.

Five minutes later, dressed and hair brushed, Hana made her way down to the smaller dinning room where her father was already checking on the stock market on his tablet. He looked up as she walked up and smiled as she made the small traditional bow.

"Good morning, Otousan, I trust you slept well." She said as she sat down.

"Yes, very well, thank you." Her father answered in his warm brandy voice.

"Anything problematic happen since three this morning?" Hana asked, nodding towards the tablet as she slathered jam on the toast that had been placed in front of her.

"You went to bed at three?" Her father asked, turning to stare at her over his reading glasses. Hana, looked down at her toast, not denying it.

"That must be why you were a bear to wake up this morning." Chihiro said as she slid into the chair across from Hana.

"Haven't you eaten breakfast already?" Hana asked as she took another bite of her toast. Chihiro shook her head.

"Too nervous." She muttered. Her whole continuance suddenly brightened as she turned to their father. "Otousan, can I please go to the Host Club today?" She was practically jumping up and down in her seat. Hana looked at her father as he sighed and looked at his youngest child.

"No, Chihiro, not today." Hana saw her little sister deflate but then heard her father speak up again. "However, I talked with your step-mother last night and she told me that she would allow you start going next week, as long as your grades were in good standing." Chihiro suddenly jumped up and hugged her father around the neck.

"Thank you!" She cried, small tears of joy making their way down her face.

"Well then good, now that that is settled, I believe that you two must be on your way." Hana stood up and bowed along with her sister.

"Yes, otousan."

"Have you heard about the new scholarship student?"

"Yeah, I heard he was a commoner."

"I'm surprised that he was able to get in, those tests are really hard."

"A commoner? At our school? How romantic! He is the superhero of the common people..." Hana rolled her eyes at Tamaki Suoh's dramatic representation of what he deemed the lower peoples. She quietly unpacked her bag until she heard a slight clearing of the throat behind her. She turned to find Kyoya Ootori, third son of the Ootori family and the financial manager of the Host Club.

"Ishibashi-san, I'm sorry that I wasn't able to talk with you sooner." The glasses wearing character bowed his head, which Hana returned.

"I understood, Ootori-san." She replied simply. Kyoya pulled out a small black book that he was consistently carrying around and opened it.

"I just wanted to ask you if there were any last minute changes you would like to make to the deal?" Kyoya started making a few markings in his leather tome.

"No, all clauses stand as of the last time we talked." Hana said, a business smile plastered on her face. "We let you auction off the pieces, starting at their selling price, with the Host Club keeping whatever profits are made." Kyoya made a last few marks in his book and then snapped it shut, and bowed again towards the girl.

"Then let your father that it was pleasure doing business with him." Hana smiled and bowed, but raised an objection.

"Actually Ootori-san, I was the only one who was involved with this deal, however, I will thank my father for his spectacular training." With that Hana turned, slow enough not to be rude, but fast enough to show Kyoya that she was theoretically above his status, which she was. With her back turned, she was able to release the shaky breath that she had been holding.

Every single time that she had to work with the Shadow King, she felt nervous and clammy, a few symptoms that she figured were from her current/previous crush on the third Ootori son that she had yet to completely quell. She had also felt these symptoms when she was working with other clients, though not at the same intensity, so she could also chalk a decent amount of her emotions to being inexperienced. But she couldn't ignore the little voice deep within in herself that said that she really did like the glasses wearing boy sitting a few desks behind her.

She breathed in another breath and forced it out, along with all of the other unpleasant thoughts in her head as the teacher walked in.

Chihiro sat in her class, nervously fidgeting with her school bag. She looked around the room from her desk, taking in all of the new people and faces. Of course on the outside she was laughing and talking with her classmates, but on the inside she couldn't help shake the feeling of apprehension that was clawing at her stomach.

The high school classroom of Class 1-A was much the same as the middle school classrooms, the only difference, really, were the uniforms. Even the same people were there. Well, almost all of the same people. Chihiro was very surprised when the new scholarship student sat down at her desk. At least Chihiro thought she was a girl. She might have very well have been a guy with the worn, but clean, baggy sweater and pants, short, messy wind-blown hair and glasses that hid his/her features.

Chihiro let her eyes graze across the room one more time, stopping on a pair of red-headed twins. She felt her heart start beating a bit faster and could almost feel the heat rush into her cheeks as she stared at the pair. Well actually the one of the pair that she was drawn to. She couldn't tell the difference between the two, no one could as far as she knew, but when she saw them both, her gaze was always drawn to one. She never knew if it was the same twin or if her affection switched minute by minute, but she did know that she had a crush of one of the Hatachiin twins. And that crush caused her infinite amounts of pain.

That crush was actually one of the reasons why she had wanted to join the Host Club, to figure out the illusive twins, or at least to figure out if her crush was always on the same twin, or if it switched around. She desperately had to find if she was going crazy or if she had actually fallen for one of the Hatachiins.

Just then the teacher walked in, and Chihiro used that thought, that need to know if she was going crazy, to resolve in herself to do well this year.

A/N: Well I guess that's it. I'm kind of trying to piece together plot here, but I do have some character development, so if it seems like I'm rambling, I am. Reviews are greatly appreciated, even "I liked it" or "Interesting" would be awesome. I should have the next chapter up by either tonight or tomorrow(?), but until then dear readers, have a great day and don't forget to smile:}

{Edit: Thanks to my sister for being my beta}