Yeah, so this is my first story here. It's exciting! Yay!

anyway, I hope you enjoy it. It might be a bit boring for a while, but it'll pick up soon, I promise.

"Haruhi. Haruhi Fujioka."

The man flipped through his files and then peered at her through his thick glasses. "You're the honor student, are you?"

Haruhi nodded. "Yes, I am."

"Hmm. Well, good job on getting into Ouran. It's a pleasure to have you here." He handed her a file that contained her class schedule and information about extra-curricular activities and lunch and all sorts of other things that Haruhi didn't feel like going into at the moment. In fact, she was surprised such a fancy academy would even bother her giving a file. She would have thought they were for commoners.

"Thank you." Haruhi inclined her head and backed out of the door into the hallway.

She closed the door behind her. He obviously didn't like her. Jeez, even the teachers around here were snooty. The few students she had met had looked up their noses at her, and now the secretary was giving her funny looks.

Flipping open her file, Haruhi pulled out her schedule and scanned it. Alright, she was in Class 1-A, wherever that was.

She looked through her folder for a map, and eventually secreted one from the papers. Using it, she was able to navigate her way through the giant school to her homeroom. She didn't meet any other students, and for that she was grateful. She didn't think she could stand an encounter with one of those stuck-up rich kids just yet.

At last, Haruhi arrived at the door for Class 1-A. She stared up at it for a moment, gulped, and then pushed the door open.

The teacher was in the middle of an annoucement. When she opened the door, he turned, startled, as did every single other person in the room, to stare at her.

Immediately, Haruhi felt her face grow hot. She edged towards the teacher and held out her folder.

"I'm Haruhi Fujioka," she blurted out. "I just arrived here, and this is my homeroom, so..." Haruhi trailed off, embarrassed, when he didn't say anything.

He gave her a long, appraising look, and then took the file from her. He put it on his desk without looking at it, and then turned to the rest of the students. "Class, this is Haruhi Fujioka, our new student."

She looked at the students, all twenty of them. Each and everyone of them were staring at her as though she were some sort of contagious disease.

"Haruhi? Say something."

"Um..." She didn't know what to say. "Hi."

"You can sit between Kaoru and Hikaru. That might help them stop disrupting class." He looked sternly at two boys sitting in the back in the elaborate desks that seemed quite unnecessary. They both had messy brown hair and unusual amber eyes, and they were also identical. They must be twins, Haruhi thought.

They both grinned at her. One of them stood up and moved over to the vacant desk beside him before sitting down, taking his bag with him.

Haruhi took that as an invitation and began the long walk past the rest of the students to her new desk. As she walked, she heard the rest of the class erupt in urgent whispers.

"Is that the honor student?"

"It must be. He's obviously not from any important family. I mean, he doesn't even have a uniform!"

"How ghastly! Do you think he'll try to rob us?"

"No, no, he doesn't look like the type. He's wearing glasses, so he must not be all that strong."

Haruhi ignored the whispering and sat down in her new desk. As soon as she did so, both of the twins stood up and moved over to her desk.

"So you're the honor student?" the twin who hadn't moved inquired.

"Yes." Haruhi didn't move.

"How does it feel, going to Ouran Academy?" the other twin asked.

"Good."

"Can you afford a uniform?"

"No."

"Is your family really poor?"

"No."

"What does your father do?"

"Settle down now, class," the teacher ordered, and reluctantly the twins slid back into their desks and the mutterings stopped. Haruhi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now, as I was saying before, the Ouran Host Club has asked me to inform all of you that they are having a ball in the main hall in two weeks' time. They invite anyone who would like to come to join. Specifics are posted around the school. Now, then..."

The moment the final bell rang, signalling the end of the school day, the twins leapt to their feet, grabbed their bags, and were out of the door before anyone else had even moved.

They rushed through Ouran to the abandoned room marked Music Room Three and burst through the doors.

"Boss! Boss!"

Tamaki Suoh looked up from where he sat in a tall, elegant chair, his head cupped in his hand, the picture of aristocratic dignity, and blinked.

"Hikaru? Kaoru? What's the matter?"

"We found another one," Hikaru said urgently.

Kyoya Ootori was seated at a table beside Tamaki, apparently immersed in his laptop, but at the twins' words he turned towards them. "What? Who?"

"It's the honor student," Kaoru explained.

"The moment he walked inside, we were overwhelmed by his aura," Hikaru continued.

"So we need to get him to join the club," Kaoru said.

"Or else we're all in big trouble," Hikaru concluded.

"Yes, yes, we know all that," Tamaki said irritably. "But what honor student are you talking about?"

"Yeah, what honor student?" Mitsukuni Haninozuka, better known as Honey, chirped, his mouthful of cake. He was seated beside Takashi Morinozuka, or Mori, who nodded in agreement.

"He just arrived here today," Kaoru said.

"He's in our class," Hikaru added helpfully.

"Kyoya, look him up, will you?" Tamaki asked, turning his head to look at him.

"I've already done so," Kyoya said, rather smugly. There was a knowing glint in his eyes as he went on, "His name is Haruhi Fujioka. He's a commoner, but his grades are such that he managed to make it to Ouran through sheer nerve." He clasped his hands together and looked at Tamaki. "But I'm afraid his joining the club might be rather difficult, Tamaki."

"Why's that?" Honey asked curiously.

"He isn't exactly the type of person who can woo the ladies," Kyoya said bluntly.

"That's true," Kaoru conceded.

"He's pretty ugly," Hikaru agreed.

"That's not exactly what I meant," Kyoya began, but he was interrupted by Tamaki.

"Nonsense! If he isn't the type, we'll make him become it! He needs our help, and we never turn down those in need!"

"Yay!" Honey cheered.

Kyoya pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "That may well be, but how are you going to get him to join to the club? That might present a problem."

"We'll think of something," the twins chorused.

"That's right!" Tamaki said approvingly. "Get this 'Haruhi' to join our Host Club, and he'll be a proper host in no time!"

"A new member! Hear that, Takashi?" Honey asked Mori excitedly. He nodded mutely.

Kyoya sighed. "Very well, but you had better do it soon, before his energy starts attracting unwanted guests."

Hikaru and Kaoru gave him identical wicked grins. "Leave it to us."

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