Chapter 1.
Another day in the life of a Host.
Standing in position in between the twins, the door opened that faithful day. I believe it was a Tuesday... It was that day that we met Haruhi Fujioka the Commoner, a person who would change most if not all the lives of those said person met. To be honest 'he' didn't look like much. Short, average, scruffy and geeky was not really what belonged here...
My apologies, I forget my manners sometimes. My name is Sora Akiyama, second year student of Ouran Academy and vice-vice president of the Host Club. Having said that, I don't get to use that title much since Kyoya-sans immune system is like that of Superman...super. Unlike Haruhi's apparent personality at the given moment and time we met him, it was not like Ouran's standards at all. Here it's all 'etiquette' and 'proper' with people related to people like the Queen of England or maybe a prestigious Sock Making family. It makes me wonder what that person did to become rich in the first place...
On that faithful Tuesday afternoon (or was it morning...?) on the day we met Haruhi Fujiko, my hair was black. As usual my uniform scruffy and Tamaki was being the French Posh twat that he was. Why we all loved him is still a mystery to not only otakus but scientists around the world to this day.
Of course, Tamaki decided to scare the poor guy with his long speech that he claimed to make the new girls 'swoon'. To say it to a lad started me on the thought trail that Tamaki was a bit more than just a bit camp...
"Only those with financial and social wherewithal spend their time here, at the private Ouran Academy. " His flamboyant voice echoed throughout the room. "As such, Ouran Host Club is where handsome boys with too much time on their hands entertain and charm girls, who also have too much time on their hands. It is the school's own personal, elegant playground for the super-rich."
The poor guys face was that of utter shock. "H-Host Club?" he stuttered wiggling against the door. In the back of my mind I could have sworn I heard a beeping.
"Oh, it's a boy." The twins, Hikaru and Kaoru, droned in perfect unison. I snickered.
"Brilliant deduction..."
"Hikaru, Kaoru, this visitor is in the same class as you, right?" said Kyoya. The twins shrugged.
"Yes, he is, but he isn't very sociable, so we don't know him too well." Kyoya smirked. A light bulb went off.
"It's impolite to say it like that." Both I and the twins gave Kyoya a sceptical and questioning glance. He continued though. "Welcome to Ouran Host Club, Honour Student."
Tamaki popped up from nowhere. "What? Then this exceptionally rare honour student, Fujioka Haruhi, is you?" 'Haruhi' was wiggling against the door handle desperately trying to get it open, he stopped though when he heard his name being spoken.
"How do you know my name?"
"It's just that our school tradition makes it difficult for commoners to get in." Kyoya said."You must possess a rather audacious nerve, to become an honour student here."
"Nyeh, I second that. Those tests are as hard as trying to get your tongue off a frozen lamp post. Believe me, I've tried." I said smiling at the kid. He gave me an odd look as if to say 'which one?' He mumbled out a 'thank you' in return. It was in this time that Tamaki had decided to sneak up behind the boy.
"Yes! They're saying that you are a hero, Fujioka-kun!" I sighed and whispered to Kyoya.
"Here he goes again Kyo-kun." He chuckled.
"Even though you might be at the head of your class, you are still the poorest person in the whole school." Tamaki proclaimed. Haruhi, offended by his very true statement, shuffled away from him. Like a lost puppy, Tamaki followed, obviously not getting the hint.
"Maybe you lowly people are looked down upon."
"No, I wouldn't go that far..."
Tamaki skidded across the marble floor before stopping in a dramatic pose. "It doesn't matter does it? Long live the poor!" He declared. "Welcome to our world of beauty, poor man!" lost in his own little...special, place, Tamaki didn't even notice Haruhi shuffling towards the exit.
"Excuse me." Sadly, he didn't get very far before he was pounced on by Hunny. I still found it hard to believe he is a senior and I admit, I occasionally say "-kun" instead of "-senpai"
"Hey! Haru-chan! Haru-chan! Haru–chan, you're a hero!? Amazing!" His huge hazel eyes had stars in them.
"I'm not a hero; I'm just an honour student." Haruhi said bringing Hunny back to earth slightly. He suddenly realised what Hunny called him. "AND WHO ARE YOU CALLING "HARU-CHAN"!!??" Hunny ran back to Mori with tears in his eyes...poor kid. I gave him a lolly pop from my blazer pocket to make him feel better and he took it, no questions asked. Like the little third year, I had a fair fondness for sweets but instead of cake, crystallised sugar took its place. Tamaki decided to talk again.
"Still to think that such a fabled student would be gay..." I decided to chime in here.
"Nah, Haru-Kun's a bit too young to be deciding what sexuality he is. He's probably just gay-curious."
"G-gay?" Haruhi stutted. "Curious?" he paused. "WHO GAVE YOU PERSMISSION TO CALL ME "HARU-KUN"!!???" I shrugged and put a lolly pop in my mouth.
"Sooo... What is your preference?" asked Tamaki. Mori was suddenly surrounded by dark blue roses. "The Wild type?"
Hunny still crying slightly was surrounded by pink roses. "The boy Lolita Type?"
The twins struck a pose, back to back, with orange and light blue roses in the back ground. "The little Devil type?"
I looked slightly confused when a deep red (probably crimson) roses surrounded me. "The Honour type?"
Then Kyoya was framed by lilac roses. "The Cool type?"
Haruhi looked terrified. "I-it's not like that!" He continued to back away from Tamaki's advances. " I was just looking for a quiet place where I could study." Tamaki placed a hand under his chin when they were a mere foot away from each other.
"Or maybe..." He brought Haruhi's face centimetres away from his own. White roses magically appeared around the two. "You'd like to try me? How about it?" Completely freaking out about the intrusion of personal space, Haruhi leapt backwards in a successful attempt to distance himself from Tamaki. However, no matter how successful part A was, part B was a different story. When leaping, he leapt backwards and hit a vase. A very expensive vase... a very expensive... All attempts to save said vase were futile as it smashed on the floor in many, many pieces.
"Ahhhh..." The twins chimed appearing behind a 'mix of emotions' Haruhi.
"That vase was going to be featured in the school auction!" Hikaru said.
"Now you've done it." Kaoru continued. "We were going to start the bidding at 8 million yen for that!"
"8 MILLION YEN!!!???" cried Haruhi, he slouched over and did some weird calculations with his hand, mumbling all the way. He stood up and faced the twins. "Um, can I pay you back?"
"Could you even? You can't even afford the designated school uniform." They droned. "What is that grubby outfit anyway?"
"What will it be Tamaki?" Kyoya said from behind Haruhi, startling him. Tamaki had magically appeared in a chair, or as he likes to call it his 'throne'.
"Have you ever heard this saying, Fujioka-kun? 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do!' If you can pay no money, than pay with your body. Starting today, you are the Host Club's dog!"
Haruhi froze. It didn't help that we surrounded the frozen kid and Hunny started poking him.
"Poke, poke."
"Haru-Kun fell over..."
The Host Club is now open for business.
"Sora-senpai?" asked a timid first year.
"Yes?"
"I-I was wondering if you were going to try out for kendo club this year..." She said a slight tinge of pink staining her cheeks.
"Ah! That would be so cool!" Another girl exclaimed.
"Yeah! Sora-kun would you join? It would go so well with your traditional style! I would come and watch you every day!" Said another girl, stars sparkled in her eyes. I smiled lightly.
"But that might ruin his feminine looks!" Said a forth girl. They all looked at me for an answer.
"I would...But..." The girls leaned in. "I'm afraid that, although my kendo skills are great, I could never rival Mori-senpai." The girl's looked downcast slightly. "But hey, if I did join the kendo club I would not be able to spend time with you lovely ladies. "Their breath hitched. "And leaving you ladies to face the harshness of the world alone... *inset background of sakura petals flying on a white screen* would be more dishonourable than being defeated in battle. "
"Kyyaaaa!!! Sora-Senpai!!! So honourable!!!!!" I grinned at their reactions Out of the corner of my eye I saw Haruhi carrying a tray of some sort of hot beverages. My curiosity got the better of me.
"Haru-Kun!" I called, motioning him over to us in a lazy fashion. He mumbled something (presuming an insult) and shuffled towards our table. Once near I could smell that in the tea cups was coffee, but not a type I recognised.
"What do you want, Sora-senpai?" He asked, clearly irritated. I grinned.
"Not much, just wandering what you've got there."
"This?" he gestured to the tray. "It's instant coffee."
"Instant?" The girls near me chimed, cocking their heads to the side.
"Well, yeah. Didn't you see Tamaki- senpai make a big deal of it a few minutes ago?" We shook our heads 'no'. He sighed in annoyance. I chuckled
"Sounds like Tama-kun..." I took a tea/coffee cup from her and offered some to the ladies. They were hesitant at first but agreed. When I took the last cup from him, something completely out of the ordinary happened. Haruhi tripped on a banana skin and the next thing I knew he was falling towards me. On instinct I put my hands out to catch him and he did the same to stop his fall. One thing lead to another and he was leaning against my chest in between my legs and over my lap. Both mine and 'his' hands were placed firmly on each other's chests. We both blushed realising that both of our chests were squishier then they should be. A light bulb went off in my head; Haruhi was a girl... And from the looks of things, she knew I was too.
"Sora-senpai," Haruhi started. "Are you-"I cut her off and said very loudly and very nervously.
"-OK?! Why yes I'm absolutely dandy! Ha ha ha! Couldn't be better!! My, isn't it a lovely day! Well can't keep those customers waiting, right!? Ha ha ha!!" I lowered my voice so only 'she' could hear me. "Meet me at the gate afterschool." I pulled away, smiled brightly as if nothing was wrong and pushed her away towards the twins. I turned back to my guests, about to apologise, only to discover they had vanished. I shrugged.
"And that's a wrap." I froze and looked to my left only to see Kyoya standing there with a video camera...he had recorded the whole thing.
"Um..Kyo-kun...was that really necessary?" He smiled his shadowy-money-making-smile.
"Yaoi is going to be very popular this year." I slouched in defeat. 'Same old Kyo...'
A while later (after a full half an hour without any guests) I had fallen asleep only to be awakened by a loud 'Snap'. Tamaki had snapped his fingers making the entire room silent. Haruhi was standing in front of him without any glasses. On further notice I saw that they were in the Hikaru's hand.
"Hikaru, Kaoru," Said Tamaki. The twins saluted.
"Yes sir!" they grabbed Haruhi and in a flurry of movement had taken her to the changing rooms.
"Kyoya, order an extra uniform!" ordered Tamaki. "Mori-senpai, to the doctor to arrange for contact lenses! Sora!" I shot up and stood before him in a flash.
"Here!"
"Use the skills god blessed you with and do something with our underling's hair!" I nodded and ran off after the little devils.
"Tama-chan, what about me?" Hunny said excitedly.
"Honey-senpai..."
"Mm-hm!?"
"Please go have some cake."
SORA AKIYAMA- FAVOURITE COLOUR: BLUE/GREEN.
"Um, senpai?"
"Oh, are you done changing?"
The curtain pulled back revealing an all new Haruhi. Without the glasses and the mop for hair she actually looked pretty good... in an odd can look like a boy but also a girl way. I wasn't going to be modest, I did a good job. With the new uniform, the look was completed and Haruhi really did look cute.
"I can really keep this uniform?" She asked, roses for some reason appeared around her.
"How adorable! You almost look like a girl, don't you?" Exclaimed Tamaki, as tears of joy ran down his face.
"Haru-Chan looks cute!" Hunny said excitedly.
"Good job Sora-Senpai!" the twins said, giving me two thumbs up. I smiled feeling bashful and rubbed a part of my head that suddenly became itchy.
"If that was how you really looked you should've told us sooner." They continued.
"Might even be able to draw some customers like that..." Kyoya commented.
"Yes! It's just as I figured!" Tamaki cut in. I leaned over to the twins and whispered:
"Bullshit." They snickered.
"The errand boy has graduated!" continued Tamaki. "Starting today you are an official member of the Host Club! I will train you to be a first-rate host. If you can get 100 customers to request you, we will forgive your 8 million yen debt."
"A host?" Haruhi mumbled.
Haruhi is now open for business.
We had pretty much all gathered around to see how Haruhi was doing as her first day being a host, and to be honest, she was doing pretty well. I sat crouched in between the twins behind Tamaki's sofa while Tamaki peered over the top; completely ignoring his customers.
"I see, your mother passed away ten years ago, after being sick?" one of her customers said. I felt sick after hearing that. No mum? How can someone live without one? Hell, I can't remember the last time my mother WASN'T fussing with me... "So who does all the household chores?"
"Oh, I do those myself." I felt myself smile slightly. She's obviously been through a lot, poor girl, and I think my maternal instincts kicked in early 'cause I just wanted to hug her there and then! Or maybe my girly side was acting up again...I was due on soon... but even so, I gained a lot of respect for Haruhi then.
"My mother was good at cooking, and she left me lots of recipes when she was in hospital. Learning each one of them is fun to do, and on days they turn out well my father is delighted, too. Those are the times I really like." I wiped a tear from my eye at the end of that speech and mumbled something along the lines of 'damn hormones'. It was a running joke between me and the twins that I was so feminine that I was secretly a girl...coincidently they were right only, but they didn't know.
"Um..."
"Tomorrow could we..."
"...Request you once again?"
"Oh, I would appreciate it." Haruhi said clearly very happy.
"He's popular right from the start..." Tamaki mumbled.
"A real natural." Kyoya said, adjusting his glasses.
"No help needed." The twins chimed. I blew my nose in a hanky and took my glasses off to wipe my eyes. The twins gave me a look as if to say 'get over it already.'
"Tamaki-sama..."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, my princess. I'm just a little concerned about my boy."
"You seem to be keeping an eye on that one quite a bit."
"That's because I am raising him like he was my own." he snapped his fingers. "Haruhi! Come here for a minute." Haruhi walked over. "Say hello. This is my regular guest, Princess Ayanakoji." He gestured to Ayanakoji, the red haired bitch (pardon my French) sitting next to him. Sure she was pretty and got along with everyone but to me she just seemed so fake. Needless to say, however, that during that short conversation; I heard some jealousy in her tone...
Haruhi smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Tamaki snapped. The next thing we knew, Tamaki had grabbed poor Haruhi and started spinning – fast. Just watching it was enough to make me queasy. I sighed in annoyance and adjusted my glasses. Tamaki was squealing something about her being 'just like a girl' and that she was 'cute'. Haruhi did not like this.
"Mori-senpai!! Help me!!" And thus Haruhi was saved from the clutches of our idiot prince. I couldn't help but notice a look of realisation in Mori's eye when he looked at her, had he figured it out too? Another look I happened to catch was the dirty one Ayanakoji was giving Haruhi. I scowled slightly.
"Um, Sora-senpai?"
"Hm?"
"Why are you sitting on the floor?" The twins and Kyoya had left... I laughed nervously.
Later that day...
Ok this just doesn't make any sense. The probability of this event ever happening is at least 'impossible'. Yet, the queen bitch herself was talking to the sweet and most likely oblivious Haruhi. She had mentioned earlier that someone had thrown her bag in one of the school's fountains. In all honestly the one in which Haruhi's bag was thrown into was my favourite...I laugh practically every time I pass it...
I didn't/couldn't pay much attention to their conversation but knew it wasn't going to be good. My maternal instincts levels were slowly rising and my Haruhi sense was tingling.
I was, however, able to catch the end of the conversation.
"...Don't go getting any ideas as to why he's doting you." Ayanakoji said, icily.
"So what you mean is..." Haruhi said." You're jealous?"
CRASH!!
"KYAAAAAA!!!" Her scream caught every ones attention."Haruhi-kun! Haruhi-kun suddenly attacked me!"
It did look like that, Haruhi was leaning over Ayanakoji in a very suggestive way...but it was out of character.
"Somebody, quick! Deal with this commoner!"
The twins appeared above her and two jugs of water were spilled upon the two. Haruhi and Ayanakoji looked up in shock, their bodies completely soaked. However this was no laughing matter.
"What are you doing?" Ayanakoji asked, bewildered. Tamaki helped her up politely and moved the sodden hair from her face. "Tamaki-sama, Haruhi-kun assaulted me."
"How disgraceful." Tamaki was serious, a rare sight to see but it was possible. "You're the one who threw Haruhi's bag into the pond, aren't you?" Haruhi looked up in admiration.
"How can you say that!? Do you have any proof!?" Ayanaokoji was getting angrier by the second.
"You really are quite pretty, but you are not fit to be our guest."Tamaki cupped her cheek in a loving manner, but the look in his eyes was steely. "I know this much...Haruhi is not that kind of man."
Ayanakoji eyes brimmed with tears." T-Tamaki-sama," She pushed him away. "You idiot!" and thus, she ran out of the host club never to be seen again...in the third music room. With that out of the way, the attention went back to Haruhi. She had still had yet to get her arse off the floor and was soaking wet. Tamaki struck a thoughtful pose.
"I'm going to decide how your punishment for causing this trouble." He pointed epically at the confused Haruhi. "Your quota is now 1000!"
"1000?" Haruhi sobbed. I felt her pain. Tamaki offered her his hand.
"Here." He helped her up."I'm expecting a lot from you, natural rookie." He winked. Kyoya walked over with a bag, no doubt containing our spare school uniform.
"This is the only spare uniform we have." How right was I? " it's still better than that wet one, though, right?"
"Thank you very much." She accepted the bag.
5 minutes later.
"Oi, I'm just going to give Haruhi some towels. I'll be right back." Tamaki said, walking over to the changing rooms. I looked over at Kyoya.
"Shouldn't we tell him?"I said, referring to Haruhi's true gender. Kyoya just smiled.
"No. It makes things more interesting this way." I shrugged.
"Suit yourself." No sooner had I said that, Tamaki's head popped around from the door. A light pink covered his cheeks.
"Um, Sora... could you get me a girls uniform?"
Another 5 minutes later.
After waiting for what seemed like forever (what can I say? I have a short attention Span.) Haruhi stepped out in all her feminine glory. The yellow, and in my opinion ugly, dress bright out her more girly side and the transformation from male to female was amazing. Tamaki only just realised that Haruhi was in fact a girl and was having a hard time accepting it...
"Senpai," Haruhi began." If you all think of me as a boy, then that's ok with me, too. My feeling is that any awareness of being a boy or a girl is less important than that of being a person."
"This is quite an interesting development." Noted Kyoya.
"It sure is." The twins agreed.
"It's funny because we knew all along..." I pointed out.
"Still Senpai you were kind of cool earlier." Haruhi said, smiling. Tamaki, who had been freaking out previously, froze and a vibrant blush covered his face. He pathetically tried to cover it with his hand and shied away slightly. Kyoya turned to me.
"Could this possibly be the beginning of love?"
"If what I've read in manga and watched in anime is true, then yes. Yes it is." I chuckled.
"You know, being a host, and getting fussed over by a bunch of girls might not be all that bad." I laughed at Tamaki's shocked expression over what Haruhi just said. "I know! From now on I'll just start using 'ore'." She giggled and smiled.
And with that said and done, Haruhi Fujioka, a female commoner, at a rich kid's school on a scholar ship, became a member of the Host Club. Oh the fun we will have.
Authors Note: Well that the first chap. 9 pages and 3758 words!! Wow... Hope you all enjoyed. Reviews maybe? And if you see any mistakes please tell me and they shall be corrected. Thankies
Megz