"A WHAT?!"

Author's Note

Hey!!! Welcome to my Ouran High School Host Club Fanfic! Just let me get through with the disclaimers and tid-bits of info, then I'll get started.

"When the font is like this" It means they are speaking French

">When the font is like this

"When the font is like this" It means they are speaking Japanese

'When the font is like this' It is the main character's thoughts

Bienvenue à notre maison – Welcome to our home

Mlle – Miss

Ah! Pardonnez-moi! – Ah! Forgive me!

Bonjour. Merci de me permettre dans votre maison. – Hello. Thank you for inviting me into your home.

Disclaimer: I do not own O.H.S.H.C or any of it characters. I do, however, own Chiyomaru Ana (Surname then First Name).

Summary

How did this happen to me? I was only visiting. Now, I'm on a plane heading to Japan…with my new step-cousin talking non-stop with the host club. What was a host club anyway? OC X MORI

Chapter 1

Damn rich people and their unnecessarily large mansions. She was only planning on dropping in to meet the new 'steps', but NOoooo…. These halls had to be the greatest maze in Paris.

Hi. Guess your wondering who the lost girl is. Her name is-

">I'M NOT LOST!!

…be quit. You're not supposed to hear me.

">Damn random voices coming out of who the hell knows where…

. . . Okay. Guess I'll go narrate some other story then. . . .

The teenage girl continued to roam the winding halls one after another. Her hands mindlessly ran through her long, curly brown hair. Whenever her hand would get stuck, she'd grumble and yank her hand away. This would allow her hair to settle back down to its original place, all the way down to her lower back.

"Mlle?"

The girl turned around to stare at a household maid.

"Ah! Pardonnez-moi! You must be Ana. Please follow me."

Ana looked at the woman quizzically. How did that woman know who she was? She looked down at her clothes and was instantly greeted with an answer. She still wore the gray and white stripped polo shirt with 'Liar' written across the front. Her blue jeans were a few shades lighter than black.

To the maid and everyone else she passed, she probably looked like a typical seventeen year old American. That would explain the scowls she had received from a few.

Ana's normally pale green eyes clouded and her hands clenched into fists. 'To hell with them then. I didn't choose to come here.' She quickly followed after the maid around the corner, only to find herself at the main living room.

She could picture herself doing an anime face plant at the moment. It had been right there the entire time… 'I blame it on my DNA.'

"Bienvenue à notre maison, dear step-niece."

A bit startled, Ana turned to notice an older gentleman standing by an open window. It took all her will power to keep her jaw from falling, when she noticed that the Eiffel Tower was just outside. Snapping back to reality, she realized she had yet to say hello. 'Great. Mom is going to tear me a new one if I don't get my act straight.'

"Bonjour Mr.Hoshakuji. Merci de me permettre dans votre maison." Ana curtsied ever so carefully, as to not trip and fall flat on her face.

"Ah! You are doing very well in your French studies I see. Very good."

Her new step-uncle gave her a toothy grin as he took a seat by the window. She cringed inwardly. The man that Ana's mother insisted she call 'Dad', gave the same grin to my mother. Soon after, Ana would have to witness as her mom swooned and the new couple shared some time together.

"Are you alright?" he asked while sipping at tea. He watched over the rim of the cup as she moved to sit down.

"I apologize. I continue to forget my manners." In all honesty, she didn't care if she offended him in everyway possible.

"It's quite alright, my dear. My daughter is the same way, which reminds me. Would you like to meet my daughter, Renge?"

Ana had not had the chance to meet this Renge at the wedding because she hadn't had the chance to come. 'There was a reason; I just can't put my finger on it…'

"Yes, please. I would enjoy that greatly."

"Perfect! Come. Follow me." He spoke as he swiftly jumped out of his chair and made his way down the hall.

She blinked at the empty space in front of her and jumped up. She began running after his long strides. 'For a middle aged man, he sure does run quickly.'

He stopped abruptly in front of a large wooden door. She would've plowed right into him if she hadn't caught herself in the nick of time.

He knocked on the door and called out,"Renge?"

All that came in reply was what sound like the constant clicking of buttons.

A bad feeling suddenly washed over Ana, causing her already pale skin to pale even more. 'Please let it be that I ate something bad. Please let it be that ate something bad. Please let it be-'

Her thoughts continued like this until finally the door was swung open.

'I should have known'

Before her, resided in the dark, she could barely see a girl hovering over a game controller. On the screen, a man with glasses suddenly appeared and began speaking to her as if she were his true love.

The girl, known as Renge, jumped up and pounced at the TV with a picture and tape. When she backed away to see her work, Ana got a clear view of the picture taped over the former person's face. It showed a girl with short brown hair and deep brown eyes. '…get me out of this hell hole!!'

Ana turned toward the door to try and make her escape, but never the less, her step-Uncle called out to the critically insane fan-girl in the room.

"Renge, dear, this is your new older step-cousin. Her name is Ana Hoshakuji."

"It's Chiyomaru Ana." Ana snapped instantly, temporarily forgetting about her new step-cousin. She had refused to revert her last name to that of the man her mother now loved. She preferred to keep anything her father had given her, including the Japanese surname.

"You're Japanese-American?" A girly voice asked out of no where.

Ana swung around to see that Renge had actually left the game and was studying her intently.

"Err…yea…"

'Must…escape…from crazy fan girl…' She struggle under the gaze of Renge as she was continually scrutinized.

Suddenly a light bulb appeared out of no where, over Renge's head and she clapped her hands happily.

"You're perfect!"

"Um, for what exactly?"

"No time to explain! Goodbye father! We shall return in a year or so!" Renge giggled as she pulled Ana along behind her.

"Wait, what?!" Ana's eyes were wide as she was now sitting in an airplane and taking off drastically fast. She sneaked a glance out the window and noticed they had barely missed hitting the Eiffel Tower.

She looked over at her kidnapper to see Renge talking on her phone animatedly.

"She is perfect Kyoya-san! She will be the best hostess ever!"

'Who is Kyoya?! I'll be a what?!!?'

To be continued...

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