My name is Akira Suou, I'm fourteen years old, I go to Ouran Middle School and, unfortunately, I am the younger sister of Tamaki Suou. I have short blonde hair (like my brother), pale skin (like my brother) but there's just one thing, I am not my brother! My brother, Tamaki, is obnoxious, narcissistic, selfish and superficial.
I am nothing like him but for some reason he won't leave me alone. He always insists that rather than walking home alone I wait in music room three, in the corner, until he is finishes flirting with those annoying airheads. It's not like I can't look after myself. The only consolation, I have when I'm there are the Hitchiian twins, Mori, Honey, and occasionally, Kyoya.
I have never really had any friends apart from them, and even still, they're Tamaki's friends, they have to be nice to me. They were the only people I really got on with, but that stopped when I met Haruhi Fujioka.
I was sitting on a chair in the corner reading, as usual. I heard the sound of someone stepping inside music room three. I looked up from my book and there at the other side of the room stood a small boy with thick, clunky glasses like me so I could easily empathize with him. I hated my glasses. I know what you're thinking, I'm a member of the filthy rich Suou family so why can't I just get some contacts? Well, my brother won't let me, that's why. My father isn't around a lot and my mother lives in France so my Tamaki takes charge.
"Welcome," The Host Club chimed in unison. The strange boy looked at them in bewilderment. The Host Club did have that effect on newcomers but what I didn't get was why there was a boy standing there. Tamaki proudly explained the purpose of the Ouran Host Club to the stranger which made his looked of bewilderment turned to pure terror.
"Th- th- this is a host club?" He stuttered, frantically searching for the door handle behind him.
"Wow, it's a boy," the twins stated simultaneously.
Kyouya looked at them, "Hickaru, Kaoru, I believe this young man is in the same class as you, isn't he?"
"Yeah, but he's shy. He doesn't act very sociably so we don't know much about him."
"Hm," Kyouo sounded simply like he had just figured something out. " Well that wasn't very polite. Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, Mr Honor Student."
"What?" Tamaki said.
As soon as I heard the title, honor student, I knew it was Haruhi Fujioka. I was going to but in on the conversation but I realized my big brother was about to go on a rant so I put my headphones in. That was the last thing I wanted to hear.
About a minute later I looked up to see if he had finished when I saw Tamaki stroking Haruhi's face. Haruhi blushed and that's when the light bulb inside my head went on. I knew there was something of about him/her. Her small frame, her baby face, the high voice and not to mention that Haruhi was a name for a girl. This didn't make me a hundred percent sure since I had basically just described Honey senpai but even still, when I saw the way she blushed during the intimate interaction between her and Tamaki, I just knew.
Haruhi pulled away and fell back, knocking over the expensive vase sitting on the table behind her. It shattered and shards of it flew everywhere like shrapnel when a bomb is dropped.
"Oh dear," I said. This made everybody turn to me and notice that I had been sitting there the whole time. "Looks like you're now property of the Ouran Host Club, Haruhi."