A/N

This is the first chapter of the fanfic, but if you guys like it, I'll keep posting! If not, I won't post anymore than the first three chapters, alright? Okay, bear with me! I'm still not all that clear on the whole last-name-first thing in Japanese culture. So if it's used in the wrong context, don't hate me forever and stop reading. It's a bit of a long chapter, but it's good. Please read it all!

~Winter Rose

*Omniscient Narrator*

A young Miku Tanakamye walked out of her front door, her hair still slightly waving from not being brushed yet and wearing her red camisole and black pajama shorts. She rubbed her eye with her fist and retrieved the mail. Miku went back inside and, the mail still in her hands, leaned over on the table with her elbows. She slipped each envelope behind the other, ignoring them because none were addressed to her.

"Bill… Bill… Paycheck… Junk… Junk… Ju- wait," Miku muttered, stopping at the last envelope of the pile.

TANAKAMYE MIKU was stamped in navy colored ink on the front of the envelope. She dropped the rest of the mail and grabbed her father's letter opener. The paper made a ripping sound as Miku hastily opened it. She took the letter from the inside, unfolded it with utmost care, and read it over. Then she read it again. And again. Then once more to be sure it was legit.

"YES! YES! WOOHOO! I GOT IN! I GOT IN!" Miku squealed with delight, waving the acceptance letter around. Her parents came down from their bedrooms to see what all the commotion was. They just barely got in the important bits as their daughter rambled excitedly.

Miku's POV

I tied the red bow at the collar of my neck, and smoothed down my skirt. The high school uniforms were totally different than my uniform at the middle school. Frankly, I like my old one better. Yellow just isn't my color. And the puffy sleeves… ugh! Well, nothing I could do. Uniforms were kind of mandatory. So, I strapped on the white heels, grabbed my bag, and left.

Being admitted partially from grades, and partially from money, might put me at odds. I'm definitely not one to join cliques, but. Where would I fit in? The geniuses, the just-rich-enoughs, the idiots, the used-to-be-Barbies. It was an on-going discussion in my head.

As I walked up to the campus, the in-my-head-clique-where-am-I-gonna-go discussion stopped. The school was absolutely enormous. It had a clock tower to complete the filthy-rich look, along with perfectly lush, green grass. All I saw were boys in periwinkle blazers and girls in yellow dresses, all rich people. One boy caught my eye. He was blonde, and cute. In a little boy way. Because, literally, he looked like a little boy, fresh from elementary. As I neared, his hair took on a more honey-gold color. He was carrying a pink plush bunny. Next to him was a tall, muscled boy with spiky black hair. Scary.

Geez that kid must be so rich that he can be in high school when he's probably, like, nine! I thought to myself. But he was oh-so cute! No time for idle chatter though, I had to find my class, which was class 1-A. I followed two girls who said something about 1-A. Sure enough, they went into that class. So, I went into that class. I took a seat in the back of the room, so not to be noticed. Soon, the teacher came in.

"Hello class! Please welcome our new student, Tanakamye Miku." he announced. There was an eruption of applause, and everyone turned to look at me.

So much for not being noticed… I thought. I waved shyly. Then class started.

After Class

"…Music room three,"

"Music room three is so…!"

"And inside music room three…"

That was all I heard. Music room three, music room three, and did I forget to mention music room three? It seemed so compelling. Like it was a sign. So, naturally, being the superstitious gal that I am, I found music room three. I heard voices on the other side of the purple double doors. All guys' voices. But I only heard girls talking about this special music room. My hand lingered on the gilded knob, itching to turn it and throw the rest of my body inside. It succeeded.

"Welcome!" chimed a chorus of boys.

I gasped quietly as I looked around the room. Nothing but tables and couches. In front of the door were seven boys, two of them were the ones I saw on my way to class, and three were in my class. I didn't recognize the other two. The boy that was sitting in a chair (the others were standing) stood up and walked to me.

"Someone new, I see," he said with a charming smile.

The boy reached out for my hand, but I jerked away. He laughed slightly.

"Shy one," he said, "don't be afraid."

I hid behind my white-blonde bangs. He got a hold of my hand this time, and brought it to his lips. As soon as they brushed my knuckles, I pulled away quickly. As I did, my hands fumbled for the door knob.

"I, uh," the words tumbled over each other when they escaped my mouth, "um, just…" finally, my fingers grasped the knob. "I think I have the wrong room."

I turned to leave. But as I did, one of the boys from my class caught my eye. Before, I never got a look at his face. And his brown eyes, they were so familiar. Yet, nothing really rang a bell.

"Well, Haruhi, it looks like this young lady had taken a liking to you, hmm?" the one boy had said.

"Uh…" I mumbled.

Despite my effort, my hand dropped. I turned back to face the group. The boy smiled again and stuck out his arm, gesturing to the room. I sucked in a deep breath, clasped my hands behind my back, and stepped forward.

A Little Later

"Would you like to sit down?" Haruhi asked me. I shook my head. "Er, okay. Well, I'm Haruhi Fujioka. And you are?"

"Miku Tanakamye…" I mumbled.

"I'm sorry, what? I didn't quite hear you."

"Tanakamye. Miku Tanakamye." I repeated, a bit louder.

He smiled. "Nice to meet you, Tanakamye."

Then it hit me. "Oh! Now I get it."

"Excuse me?"

"I thought I recognized you from somewhere." I took a seat across from Haruhi. "We went to elementary together, and the first two years of middle school."

Haruhi looked taken aback. "Uh, no. Sorry, miss. I don't recognize you…"

"Oh, c'mon! Well, I guess it'd make sense. I had different hair then…"

Since the summer after I graduated from being a middle school second-year, I had changed quite a bit. My natural hair is gold-blonde. But that summer I had bleached it, then dyed it black. I kept my bangs the white-blonde they were now and there was a small strip of blonde on the right side of my hair, opposite of the bangs on my left.

"Remember? I had shorter, gold hair and I always wore little fake pink glasses and my nails were always pink," I wiggled my fingers, which were now painted crimson. Haruhi shook his head. "Okay, fine. I didn't wanna have to resort to this but," I lowered my voice and leaned closer "I know you're a chick. And I get that you're parading around as a dude, and that you don't want anyone to know. Secret's mine now."

Haruhi looked at me, shocked. "H-how did you know?"

"I told you. We went to elementary together, and the first two years of middle school."

"Hey, that's right! Now I remember."

I nodded my head.

"So, um… what happened? Like, you're so different!"

"Well, I realized what a brat I was and just changed. Why did ya cut all your hair off, Fujioka?"

"Some kid stuck gum in my hair."

"Ah, I see. So… what is this place?"

When she finished explaining to me, I said, "So, what, you're like a homosexual cross-dresser?"

"Gah! No!" she said.

I laughed. "Then whatcha doing here?"

"Well, I sorta broke one of their vases and I have an ¥8,000,000 debt to pay off. So, this is how I'm being forced to do it."

"Wow that sucks."

"Yeah, but it's not all bad."

I shrugged my shoulders and gazed around the room. The other two boys from my class caught my eye. They were obviously twin brothers. But what made me look at them, though, was the fact that one of them had his hands on the others face, and it looked like they were about to kiss.

"Alright, so, uh, what's up them? Are they homosexual?" I asked Haruhi.

She sighed. "Actually… yes. You see, Tanakamye, all the guys here have different, I guess, personalities. We offer their personalities to cater to the girls that come here. That's Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin. They're the mischievous, brotherly love type. Over there," she pointed over to one of the boys I hadn't recognized, "is Kyoya Otori, the cool type."

"What about the little kid? And how the heck is he in high school?" I asked her.

"That's Mitsukuni Haninozuka, but we call him 'Honey.' He's the Lolita-boy type. And he may look like he's just a kid, but he's really a third-year and the oldest of everyone here. And the tall guy next to him is Takashi Morinozuka. They're always together. I think he's categorized as the strong and silent type. We call him 'Mori' for short. He's the same age as Honey-senpai."

"Cool."

"I guess so."

I smiled. "So, Fujioka, what's your category?"

"Um, I think Kyoya-senpai said I was a natural or something."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I dunno."

Haruhi looked behind me. I tensed up, knowing there was someone lingering, and I couldn't see them. Haruhi groaned, and I turned to see who it was. It was the boy who kissed my hand earlier.

"How are you doing, princess?" he asked me.

"What?" I responded.

"This is Tamaki Suoh. He likes to refer to our guests as princesses." Haruhi told me.

"Yes, and must I say, you are one of the loveliest princesses I've ever seen." Tamaki said.

I started laughing. Tamaki and Haruhi looked at me funny. "You've gotta be kidding me! Is he always like this?"

"Unfortunately, yes…"

"Oh wait, wait, lemme guess. You're the princely type?"

"Yeah. He is, actually."

My laughing slowed. "Wow. You must be pretty cheesy, huh?"

"Um…" Tamaki started.

"Senpai, this is Miku Tanakamye. She's actually an old friend of mine."

"Oh! So, you know then?"

"Yeah. It's okay, you guys can trust me."