A/N: Right. I would just like to say that I hate these types of stories. Literally all my life I tended to stay away from any fanfics that had OC characters coming in and joining the others and what the fuck ever. I've just always had problems with it. Either the story was too forward or it was terribly written or I just didn't like how cheesy it was. I don't know. When I was younger I was okay with it, but it was a phase that lasted only a few weeks and then I was like, "what the fuck no what is this shit I don't like this at all" and just stuck to the original characters and shit. That, and I've become prone to malexmale stories above all others.

But for some reason... for the first time in years... I've finally decided to buck up some inner thoughts and WRITE one of these OC/whoever stories. I tried a few years back, but I got bored after a chapter or two with every fic and just let it drop away. I dunno, man. There's just something about Ouran HSHC that makes me want to ACTUALLY DATE THE CHARACTERS. Fucking shit that never happens to me anymore but IT DOES WITH THIS. Now I've been contemplating whether or not I should right any fic like this for about a year. A year of thinking. And now I've finally came to the conclusion.

Obviously, it was a yes, otherwise I wouldn't be typing this up right now.

Whatever. I'm done talking about this subject. I'm sorry if it's a bit awkward. Like I said, I haven't exactly wrote any fics like this in a long ass time. The things Ouran makes me do, I swear. Let's hope my brain can propel some decent ideas for this. Woo. Yeah. Let's go. Starting. Yeah.

Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club does not in any way, shape or form belong to me. Any and all characters, places, events, etc. that you know aren't from me... aren't from me. Credit is delivered where credit is due. From thun to nun fun le do. In other words, I could go for a bowl of ice cream right about now.

Warning: Any and all things in this fic will probably lower your IQ by a few points. No host club members, lamps, chickens, doors, cheese cakes, usa-chans, chocolate bars, vehicles, mobile devices, cats, feather-induced pillow cases, obsessed teenage girls, host club members, weapons of mass destruction, teachers, other students, glasses, that one chick's hair, school uniforms, etc. were harmed in the making of this fanfic.
Alright, fine, maybe a few obsessed teenage girls could have been slightly injured. BUT IT WAS THE MEMBERS OF THAT RATCHET HOST CLUB, NOT ME. I SWEAR IT ON MY DAN AND PHIL T-SHIRT'S DELIVERY!

And now, if someone could please dim the lights. Get yourself comfortable, grab that bag of commoner's popcorn, and please enjoy the prologue of this poorly adapted fanfiction.

King For A Day

By: ParticularlyChimerical

Prologue

(I'm sorry if you're actually reading this)

"So there I was, my hand buried really deep with no way it's going to release anytime soon. There's half a Twinkie still uneaten by my side and the cat keeps twitching, practically having a heart attack. And yes, there is still that strange smell of bean burritos in the air-"

I blinked twice at the group of people in front of me and walked back out of the room. I honestly had no clue how that story began, and for some reason, I had a feeling that was for the best. My friend always did have the craziest stories to tell, and they were quite hilarious most of the times, though I wouldn't dare tell him. If I did, lord knows how much large his ego would get- larger than it is now, and that's saying something. I turned around and headed back down the hall. It was currently a free period for all the freshmen. This was a new thing that our school had recently added in this year; a free fifteen minutes every Wednesday to just relax and get some work done.

The teachers had been a bit reluctant on the decision. Noted, if I had been a teacher, I would have probably disagreed to the idea myself. A whole fifteen minutes for every newbie in the building to run off and do whatever they want? Blasphemy! Of course, once word got around that that meant every freshmen teacher got fifteen minutes to themselves, everyone quickly became a bit opened to the new idea. So far it had been going quite well, but I know it won't last much longer. There's always that one group of shit-heads who decide to fuck everything up for the rest of us.

Knowing how everything usually winds up, the group of people that fuck this up will probably be my friends. Why I bother with those idiots, I don't even understand. Don't get me wrong, they're all quite lovely. They're never rude unless you're rude first, they're all pretty funny, have decent personalities, etc. But they've never exactly been... what's the word I'm looking for... ahh right, conforming.

We've all been friends since second grade, when I moved out here from Canada. All the kids would constantly ask about moose, hockey, maple syrup, and bagged milk, and they, my now group of friends, didn't. So they were the only ones I even bothered talking to. Soon we just became this small group. There was five of us. Just the perfect amount, if I do say so myself.

Percival, Gwen, Carrie, Drew and me.

I would go more into detail and tell you the back story of all of them like people usually do, but I'm far too lazy for that. The only thing I will mention is that Drew was the idiot telling the story. You know, the first line you read? Yeah, that was him and all his crazy antics. Thankfully, the rest of us are a bit more tamed than him... kind of. Whatever. The whole point of this was just to introduce my friends, not that you'd want to know them anyways. Why would you even care?

I blew some bangs that fell into my seeing zone out of the way and continued down the hall, books in hand. I usually spent this time catching up on my homework that I neglected to do the night before, but this time I was heading over to the principal's office. I wasn't in any trouble or anything, at least, I hoped I wasn't. My mom would surely murder me if she got a call home for anything other than me getting some sort of academic award. Bless her soul. The office lady didn't seem to be harsh when she said I was needed, and usually that meant that nothing bad was going to happen.

That's why I went to see my friends. I wanted to tell them where I was headed so they didn't freak out if the went to check on me in the library or something and saw that I wasn't there. But alas, Drew was in his game mode. And when his game mode was activated, good luck getting anyone's attention. Finally arriving to the office, I rasped my knuckles along the brass door a few times before peeking my head into the lounge. The woman sitting there looked up from her desktop computer and smiled. She reminded me of a thunder-struck ex-wife, and knowing half the staff here, she probably was. I smiled back and stepped in, shutting the door behind me. "I was told to come up here?"

"Yes, that's right dear. Just head through those doors over there."

I grinned and thanked her, then quickly walked over to the double doors. Wanting to waste no time, I was through the doors and on the other side in less than three seconds. I let out a small breath of air and turned around. I hadn't ever been in this part of the school before (seeing as we had only been here for a little over a month) and was a bit surprised at the surroundings. It wasn't as though I was expecting his office to be a Gothic nightmare with heads of enemies and disobedient teens hanging by torches on the walls, but I wasn't expecting it to look so... cheerful.

Again, I'd go into more detail, but I just don't want to. Just imagine a lot of pictures of dogs literally everywhere (complete with dog bobble-heads). maybe a few plush chairs, and you could get a decent understanding of what I'm feeling. Though I'm not sure if I am frightened... or humored.

"Ahh, Miss Baragarth. There you are." I jumped a little and shot my head to the side. A slightly plump man with a overdone comb-over stood, hands in his pockets, with a small grin on his face. "I was beginning to think you got lost."

"Maybe just once or twice," I jokingly responded, though I was being a bit truthful. He gestured to one of the plushy chairs and I took a quick seat, watching as he made his way over to his desk. I awkwardly adjusted myself until comfortable and folded my hands together. "Am... I in trouble or anything, sir?"

He rose an eyebrow. "Why so quick to jump to the discipline judgement? Is there something you've done that you're not telling me?"

"No no no no no. I didn't... I mean... I uh... usually when one is in the principal's office, it doesn't mean something good." I rushed out. There was something that my friends pulled a few weeks back, but I wasn't very keen on telling him any of that.

He let out a long sigh and shook his head. "Such a stereotype the headmaster's office has been dubbed for. Bit of a pity." He smiled again and looked back to me. "I'm just getting straight to the point, for I'm sure you have other things you much rather be spending your free time doing. You've been selected, out of everyone in your year, to take part in a student exchange program."

A student exchange program? Me? I blinked a few times. "P-pardon?"

He laughed a bit. "I'm sure you heard me perfectly." He shuffled around with a few papers on the desk and grabbed a hidden envelope, handing it to me. I shakily reached out and grabbed it from him, then glanced down at it. It was addressed to me, or rather, 'the parents of'. I glanced back up to the man and he smiled wider. "Congratulations, Miss Baragarth. You could very well have the chance to study over in Japan. This is a chance of a lifetime. I hope you do well to remember that."

"B-but." I shook my head in disbelief, eyeing the letter. "Why me? My grades aren't anything special. I'm sure there is somebody better who would much rather be doing this than me."

"On the contrary. You're grades are nothing short of brilliant." He said genuinely. "We, that is to say your teachers and other members of the staff, have been keeping up with all the freshmen for the past month, deciding who would be the best choice. All the teacher's agreed you certainly are one of the hardest workers. You don't seem to get into any trouble, though I can't say the same for your friends, and after a small debate, we all decided that you deserved this opportunity the most."

I didn't know what to say. This was all so sudden. Honestly, it was. Not to mention I was a bit unnerved by the fact that there was people watching us. What kind of high school was this? My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat. "How much would it cost?"

"Absolutely free. Payed for it personally by the family hosting this whole event."

If I was having any doubts about this whole thing, it was definitely having to do with the fact I couldn't possibly afford this. But knowing that it would be completely free, I can't honestly see anything that could possibly go wrong with this. Studying abroad? In Japan? For free? A smile split onto my face before I could even try to hold it back. "How long would it be for? Does my mother know?"

He nodded with another laugh. I'm guessing he could sense my new formed excitement. "We already informed your mother this morning-" (huh, that explains why she kept on smiling at me this morning) "... and it would be for the rest of your freshmen year." He stood from his seat and leaned forward slightly, looking over to the clock. "It appears you only have a minute before the bell rings. As I said before, we already spoke with your mother, and she thinks it's a wonderful idea. But the final decision belongs fully to you."

I looked down at the letter in my hand, slowly running my fingers against the sand-like paper. My breath was locked in my throat and my mind was going crazy with thoughts. Of course this sounded like an amazing idea. Anyone in their right mind wouldn't hesitate for a second on agreeing. Unfortunately, my mind had been off it's hindquarters for as long as I could remember. I hadn't properly left my mother's side since the divorce happened. It hit hard, though many falsely believed I was too young to really comprehend what had happened. But I was there.

I was present for all the shouting and screaming and breaking of possessions. I was there for the grabbing and hitting and clashing. I went through the long hours of court, having to hear the two of them battle it out to see who I ended up with. Though it was a hard decision, I knew I always would end up with my mother. She was, after all, the best choice. So when I was asked who I wanted to be with, it took me only a moments hesitation for me to say my mom.

I could still hear my dad's shouts of, "That's my daughter too! You can't just take her away from me like this!" and the feeling of him gripping my shoulders, asking me why I didn't love him. It was for the best, and I knew it. No matter how much it hurt, my dad was a drunk. Always had been, and always will be. He was always getting arrested, always doing something wrong. The amounts of times he left me somewhere or forgot to pick me up was almost shocking. Luckily for me, I was always use to it.

In a way I should thank him though. He was the main reason we moved in the first place. If we hadn't, I would have never met any of my friends. My friends! I knew there was another reason holding me back. It wasn't like I'd be gone forever, and I could always email or text them... but it wouldn't be the same, would it? We'd been together all these years, how could I possibly just leave and not see them for so long?

"Er... are you going to give me your answer now, Miss Baragarth?"

I shot my eyes back up to the man. He was now staring at me with a confused look. According to my internal clock, I had avoided giving a reply for the past forty-one seconds. I cleared my throat and stood up from my seat. Right, tell him you'll have to talk to your friends about it. Tell him you'll give him your response at the end of the day. Tell him that your friends are going to want to- "Yes, sir. I'd be honored to take part in the exchange program."

Shit.

The principal let out a loud cheerful holler and clasped his hand on my shoulder. "Welcome aboard! Your mother knows all the details. I'm sure she'll let you know everything. Coming this friday, you'll be on a plane and off to Japan before you can say Je suis un dur à cuire qui va se nourrir de votre jeune!"

I let out a small laugh, though I had no idea what he just said. I'd try and look it up later, if I remembered what he said. Why the hell did I just agree to go. I was suppose to ask my friends first. I was suppose to get their opinion on this whole thing. The loud bell rang through the room and the principal grinned, nudging his head towards the door. I took the hint and thanked him again, then waved and walked out. I'm not sure what I was going to tell my friends, but I hoped I could think of something, and fast.

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"This is a lot to take in." I whispered, looking desperately at my friends in front of me. Percival shook his head not meeting my eyes. I let out a small sigh. "No really, I'm not sure how much more water this sponge can hold." I scrunched up my face in disgust and tossed the yellow, molding sponge into behind me. It made a splashing noise, but I payed it no mind. I rinsed my hands off then reached over and grabbed a slice of pizza.

"Oh no you don't!" Gwen shouted, slapping the pizza out of my hands and back into the box. "Though I'm really proud that you got accepted into the exchange program, I'm still pissed you went and accepted the offer without telling us about it first. So no pizza for you."

I frowned. "But... but... I was going to! I really was! But then my mouth-"

"Just opened up and spoke for itself," Carrie quoted with a smirk. "We know already, darling. You told us a million and two times. Though Princess Guinevere over here may be too upset that she herself didn't get accepted, the rest of us are more than happy that you're going."

Percival took a gulp of his Dr. Pepper and nodded. "True. Had it been me, I wouldn't have given two shits about any of you. I'd accept the offer on the spot." He laughed when Carrie reached over and smacked him on the arm, then shook his head and looked back over to me with wide eyes. "Seriously though. Japan? That's wicked."

"You must take pictures while you're there." Gwen said eagerly.

"Buy and then send over some of that Japanese candy!" Carrie added.

"Don't forget the ultra sexy porn magazines- ow!"

Everyone, including Percival (who had always been a main supporter in woman's rights), reached over and punched Drew in whatever place they could reach. He whimpered and rubbed his arms, sending mini glares at everyone. "I was only joking... a bit.." He grinned and took a bite of his pizza. "I agree with everyone else though, bring us home some stuff. It's the least you can do."

"I will." I promised. I looked back at Gwen. "So can I get a slice of pizza now? It was my mum who bought it to begin with." Gwen rolled her eyes but nodded, and I cheerfully grabbed a piece. "Now shhh! The movie is about to come back on!"

"Whatever will you do without us for the next ten months?" Drew drawled on, flipping his imaginary hair and fluttering his eyelashes. This caused a ripple of laughter to rise out of the group. I shook my head and tossed a pepperoni at his face, which he gladly picked up and ate.

"He does have a point, you know."

"True."

"We haven't actually been separated since you first moved here in second grade."

I shrugged and frowned at the ground. I would definitely miss them, and I don't know how I'm going to survive all the way across the globe without them. "The best I can hope for is that people will be as nice there as you guys have been here."

Percival snorted. "Yeah, that should be an easy find. We are hardly what most would call nice."

"Annoying's more the word." Drew said with a grin.

Everyone mumbled a few agreeing words and then went quiet. It took a few seconds of awkward staring, Carrie letting out a loud burp, and Drew to pull a derp face, then everyone was laying on their backs, fits of laughter bubbling out of all of our mouths. When I went to bed that night, I decided that whatever happened when I got to Japan, happened. It was a different world... a different custom over there. I'll have to try not to piss anyone off the best I can, and hopefully make a few friends in the process.

I snuggled into my pillow, my eyes fluttering shut. I'd worry about packing when I got home tomorrow after school, then I'd be off to Japan Friday morning. As for now, I didn't have anything to stress out about. I took in a long breath of air and let the steady sounds of the heater ease my mind.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention. By the way, in case you were wondering throughout this whole entire thing, my name is-

"SERENE ARABELLE! WHY IS THERE AN OLD DISGUSTING SPONGE IN THE FISH BOWL? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL FRED!?"

Well fuck.

(._.)

Well water u kno. Prologue is finished. Whoop-de-fucking-do-da. Would just like to let you know, future actual chapters will not be this long.

I know, I know. She has her own sad little back story. Trust me when I say it was not my plan to have her have a sad, deprived childhood. Really, it wasn't. I did not originally intend for any of that to happen. What sucks about OC's for me is that they take control. All I do is think up their name and appearances, maybe a thing or two about how they might act, and the rest is history. They do whatever the fuck they want to do and I'm stuck writing it out, no matter how much I don't want to.

This being said, i'm not crazy. This is an actual problem that affects other author's as well. I don't know how or why, but it does.

So there you have it. A prologue. I guess I'll try to write out the first official chapter tomorrow. It's pretty late now.

Not sure what I'm expecting from this, but it simply cannot be anything good.

Much luck, readers of this story.

I do hope no one gets attached to it ever, because odds are I'll achieve writer's block only a couple of chapters in and I'll never finish.

Alright er... any questions, comments, etc. feel free to leave them as a review or send me a message. I don't have a life so I'll always respond.

Bye?

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