A/N: WOOT! First chapter! anywho, yeah...I hope you all like it! PMs and Reviews would be greatly appreciated. But please be BRUTALLY HONEST!! I would rather get a bunch of "This sucks!"comments so I can fix it than a bunch of fake "Oh my, this is amazing! you're awesome"s. Yeah...oh, and I know the name of the series is bad...I'm horrible at names :P Anyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer: As much as I would LOVE to own Ouran High School Host Club, I am not, nor have I ever been, Bisco Hatori. If I were, I'd be in the series and kaoru would be mine ^_^ But I might be persuaded to share him with you if you asked politely :P

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It was a cool day in a small town in New York. Whitney was walking home from the high school, thankful that, for once, it wasn't freezing cold and snowing buckets in her frigid hometown. The wind was blowing her black hair in her face. Her usually curly locks were now pin straight, tucked underneath a brown knit cap. As a result of the nice weather, the drab, long sleeved shirts and full-length jeans had been packed away. She walked home wearing a pair of dark brown capris, a red tee and a black vest. Her black vans were patterned with skulls over a bandana print and they hit the pavement with a satisfying thud as she quickened her pace in an effort to get home faster.

She finally made it home, flopping down on her fluffy bed and pulling out an iPod. "Ugh. I'm SO glad I'm home." She sighed, flipping through her Top Rated list on her iPod. "Yay!"she squealed quietly as the opening bars to Bokura no Love Style came on. The song instantly brightened her day. If the tall raven haired girl could describe herself in two sentences, it would be these: 1.) She was obsessed with music and 2.) she was also obsessed with anime and manga, specifically Ouran High School Host Club.

She jumped off the bed and danced across the room to her bookshelf, pulling a volume of Ouran off the shelf. This one had her favorite chapter in it, the one that explained how her favorite characters, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, came to join the Host Club. She never got tired of reading about them. Especially Kaoru. She couldn't give you a specific reason as to why he was preferred over his identical brother, but whatever the reason, Kaoru was her favorite host in the entire series.

She sat back down on the bed, settling into the black sheets, and began reading. Eventually, the call of the warm mattress was too much for her and she fell asleep.

When she woke up, she was in a very bright room. On a couch? Where was her bed? She sat up in her tired stupor and looked around, blinking. Why did this room look so familiar? "Where am I?" she wondered aloud. "You're in the Third Music Room." came a dark voice from behind her. "Oh, Thanks!" she chirped. Then it hit her. Why did her speech sound weird? It most definitely wasn't English that she was speaking. Then she realized that it was Japanese. "Am I speaking Japanese?" she asked, speaking to the voice again. "Yes." he replied. "Usually, people who live in Japan speak Japanese." She turned around to face the owner of the voice. Behind her sat a dark haired boy. He wore a pair of glasses and was writing something in a black notebook, barely even looking at her to answer all of her questions. Whitney just stared at him. "Is there something wrong?" he asked her. She just stared again, lifting herself off the couch.

"KYOUYA!!" she yelled, hugging the poor boy to death. He looked at her like she was crazy. "Um…why are you hugging me?" "I'd venture to say that's the best reception Kyouya's ever had." a lanky blonde said, walking up to the tall girl who was now squeezing Kyouya to death. "I see that you've recovered nicely." he said, smiling. "Tamaki-senpai!!" she said, dropping Kyouya to the floor so that she could go hug the Host Club's "King". Tamaki hugged her happily.

"At last! Someone hugs me without calling me a pervert!" Tamaki yelled excitedly. "Tama-chan! Who are you hugging?" asked a cute voice. The girl turned to face him. "Hani-senpai!" she shouted, picking him up and swinging him around. "I'm so glad to meet you all!" she exclaimed. She was so excited that she was unusually giddy. She felt like she might burst. She gently placed the small boy down and patted his stuffed rabbit on the head. "Where's Mori-senpai?" she asked, inquiring the location of the small boy's cousin turned bodyguard. "Takashi's getting me cake!" the boy said, happily anticipating his sweet confection. "Mitsukuni." came a voice from behind them. The tall, dark haired boy walked in and was promptly hugged by the strange girl.

"So, Just who are you, my little princess?" Tamaki asked her. She blushed a little. "Oh, I'm so sorry. You must think I'm insane." she laughed. "My name is Whitney. And I'm a HUGE fan of you all!" she said. They all blanched. "Are you…a…f-fangirl?" Tamaki asked, horrified. She sweatdropped. "Absolutely not! I'm not like Renge!" she said. They sighed in relief. "Now, how do you know us? I've never seen you around Ouran." Tamaki continued. "Oh, that's easy. You're all the characters of my favorite manga." she replied.

"What?!" they yelled. Apparently, she had thrown the room into a panic. "I wasn't aware that there was a serialization of our club meetings. Why aren't we being paid for this?" Kyouya mused, walking to his laptop. Tamaki was being emo and growing mushrooms in the corner. "Senpai, what's wrong?" Whitney asked him. "I'm…fictitious?" he asked her, obviously saddened. "Well, technically in my world, you are. But here, you're real!" she smiled at the forlorn boy. He instantly brightened. "Okay! Well then, since you're here, Whitney-hime, what do you say to attending the Host Club?" he asked. She beamed. "Sure!" Kyouya then approached her with an appointment book. "So then, who would you like to--"

Just then, the door burst open, revealing two redhead boys and a brunette boy who looked oddly like a girl. Whitney just stood there, staring. Standing in front of her was the boy who frequented her dreams.

"Hey, Tono! Sorry, we're late!"

"Yeah, Haruhi had to decided what electives she was taking."

"We persuaded her into taking Conversational French."

The two Hitachiin brothers walked into the Third Music Room, Haruhi in tow. As soon as they stepped in, they noticed the girl standing there, looking quite shocked. "Uh, I mean, him. We persuaded him." Hikaru said, trying to cover over their mistake. The girl laughed. "It's okay, Hikaru. I know Haruhi's secret." The elder twin glared at this new girl. "How? And wait a minute, how do you know that I'm Hikaru? I could be Kaoru?" He sounded curious, and yet, irritated at the same time.

This time, she replied seriously. "There's no way that you're Kaoru." she said. "Oh, really?" came another voice, similar, but different at the same time. "Would you be willing to bet on that?" said one of the twins. She nodded slowly, but surely. "Okay, We'll play the which one is Hikaru game. If you're wrong, you're to be our toy and you have to play a punishment game." She smirked. "And if I win?" "Well, what is it that you want?" asked the other twin. "Can I decide at a later time?" she asked. They thought for a minute and then nodded. Kyouya made a note of the bet in his notebook, on the off chance that this new girl might win. The twins put on their hats and spun around. "Now which one is Hikaru? And which one is Kaoru?" Whitney didn't even blink. "You're Hikaru." she said, pointing at the one on her left. Haruhi burst through the middle of the twins, interrupting the game for the moment. "Guys, do you really think it's fair to this girl to test her as soon as she walks through the door?" she asked them, sounding a little annoyed. "Haruhi!" Whitney shouted, hugging the poor girl to death. "Sorry. I think you're awesome! But don't worry about me, Haruhi." she smiled. "It's completely fair. I could tell them apart easily. Like I said, the one on the left is Hikaru and the one on the right i-is…"she blushed and then fainted. The twins stood there stunned. Not only at the fact that she was indeed correct, Hikaru was on the left, but also at the fact that Kaoru had this effect on her. Kyouya just sighed.

"Mori-senpai? Would you be so kind as to place her back on the couch? We can't have the guests jumping over her." Mori nodded, picking up the girl and placing her gently on a red, plushy couch in the room adjoining the Host Club. Careful not to wake her, he placed Hani's bunny blanket over her, tucking her in gently, so as not to disturb her peaceful sleep. He turned off the light and closed the door. But right after he left, the door cracked open, revealing a slinking figure. Kaoru leaned over the couch, staring at the dreaming girl. "I wonder why she fainted when she was about to say my name." he thought, brushing a stray strand hair out of her face. "Hmm." he shrugged, leaving the room to go take his place in the front of the doorway, awaiting the customers to arrival.