What if Haruhi never went into Music Room 3 to study? What if she was forced to be a girl? What if she was friends with Ayanokoji? What if she wasn't a host, but a customer?

*AN: Hello, hello, helllllooooo! Welcome to my newest fanfiction: Dizzying Craziness. This is the first chapter (obviously) and it's gonna get this whole thing rolling. I have great news for you, my dear reader, and that news is: YOU CAN READ THIS WITHOUT HAVING WATCHED (or read the manga) OURAN HIGHSCHOOL HOSTCLUB! What that means, is that anyone can read this, so if you haven't watched it, that's fine (but you really should!). Enough out of me, already! Go ahead, and READ ON! ~AsianNinjaChik *

Note: This chapter has been edited! It was brought to my attention that I had a bit of a contradictory statement that made no sense regarding what year Haruhi is in.

Chapter 1

Hi! My name is Haruhi Fujioka, and I'm a 1st-year student at the elite private school, Ouran Academy. While this school is for the rich, prim, upperclass citizens, I got in as a scholarship student, so yeah, that means I'm smart. But, it also means that I'm not rich... At all. Can't-even-afford-school-uniform poor. But it's alright, my dad and I still manage fine. Oh yeah, my mom passed away a few years ago... But it's okay... Really. I know that she's up there watching me right now. And I'm glad that I have her support, every step of the way.

"Is there no where quiet for me to study?" I mutter to myself.

The library was too loud because that's where everyone studied, and... "Music Room 3?" I ask as I stop in front of the simple door.

I am about to open the door when common sense hits me, It's a MUSIC ROOM! Shaking my head, I decide to go outside to Ouran Academy's garden, where hopefully, I would get some peace and quiet.

As luck would have it, the minute I walked out, a younger boy, probably a 1st-year, like me, runs up to me and asks, "Excuse me, sir. Are you a 1st-year?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm looking for a 1st-year girl named Haruhi Fujioka. Do you know where I could find her?"

"Sure, look in front of you." I say.

Try as he might, the boy can't hide his surprise, "YOU'RE A GIRL?"

"I don't know what that's supposed to mean, but yeah."

Still shocked he says, "You're wanted in the main office."

The main office?, "What for?" I ask.

"I dunno. I was just supposed to come find you."

" 'Kay. Thanks kid." I say as I turn away.

Sighing, I trudge back inside and drag myself down the hallways until I reach the main office. Hesitantly, I knock on the door.

"Haruhi Fujioka?" I hear from the other side.

"Yeah, that's me."

"Come on in!" I heard after a pause.

I open the door, walk in, and close it behind me.

"And you're... Fujioka?" The principal asks from behind his desk.

"Yeah."

"And you're... a girl?"

Now I'm irritated, "Yeah."

"Well, I'm going to tell you to do something that you may not like. Are you ready?"

"Sure."

"I'm going to need you to grow your hair out and act more like a girl. I'm giving you a girl's uniform, free of charge due to your exemplary grades."

Many people seem to think that I cared about dressing like a girl, or rather, not dressing like a girl. But really, I don't. I dress in whatever I have, "Okay."

"And, I've asked the lovely Ms. Ayanokoji from class 3-A to help you out a little bit."

I don't need anyone helping me. "Thank you, Mr. Principal!"

A girl with dark red hair and light purple eyes takes me by the arm and says, "C'mon, Haruhi. Let's get you dressed up."

I don't say anything and let her drag me to the girls' restroom where she wrestles me into the yellow dress. She then digs through her bag and hands my a contact case.

"Well? Put 'em on!" She says, smiling.

"Ayanokoji..." I start.

"Call me Ayano!"

"Alright, Ayano... Thank you."

I unscrew the caps and carefully place the contacts in. Ayanokoji takes my glasses from me and places them in a case that she hands back to me. Then, she digs through her bag, yet again, and pulls out a makeup bag.

"Pucker up!" She says while uncapping a tube of pink lipstick.

When she's done with that, she instructs me to hold perfectly still as she applies some mascara.

"Now, until your hair grows out again, you're going to need to wear this." She explains while pulling a wig out.

"Okay." I say.

"You're so easy going!" She cooes, "I have a special treat for you."

"Oh?"

She drags me out of the bathroom, up some stairs, and stops in front of Music Room 3.

"What's this?" I ask curiously.

She grins, "Just you wait. Open the door."

I hesitate, but open the door nonetheless and find myself... covered in rose petals?

"Uh..." I start.

But then, "PRINCESS AYANOKOJI!" A blonde haired boy calls.

"Tamaki!" She greets.

"I see you've brought a friend." He says, his purple eyes examining me.

"Could you not?" I ask to no avail.

"Uhm... what exactly is this?" I ask.

"Well, this is the Ouran Highschool Hostclub, where us handsome men with too much time, and you lovely ladies with too much time on your hands, stay in our free time."

I frown, turn, and walk out.

"Haruhi!" Ayano calls.

"I'm leaving." I say. The second the door closes, I sprint down the hallway to a corner where I sit and calm my racing heart.

Tamaki. Is that his name?

"Haruhi Fujioka." Two voices say at once.

I look up and see two orange haired twins looking at me.

''You two are in my class, aren't you?"

They nod in sync, "I didn't know you were a girl." One of them says.

"You're awfully pretty." The other says.

"But Hikaru..."

"I'm sorry Kaoru." Hikaru says.

I stand up and walk away before I can hear more.

"Do you want some cake?" A little blond boy asks me.

"Uh... No thank you."

"M-Mori! She doesn't want my cake!" He says to the tall fellow behind him while beginning to cry.

"I'm sorry?"

"It's up to Usa-chan to decide whether or not you should be punished!" He says.

"Usa-chan? Punishment?" I ask, retreating.

"Come now, Haninozuka-senpai." The tall fellow says.

"But Mori!"

I slowly back away until I feel a door handle behind me. Without thinking, I push the door open and lean on the door once I'm in.

"Welcome to the Ouran Hostclub." Another tall fellow says, "Oh? Haruhi Fujioka. Welcome back, I suppose I should've said.

The two twins appear behind him, "Why'd you run off like that?" One asks.

"Most chicks dig the whole homo-sexual brothers thing." The other says.

"Yeah, well, not me." I say.

"I'm Kyouya Otori." The tall fellow says, "Enjoy your stay." And he walks away."

"Well he's not very friendly." I say to the twins.

They look at eachother and shrug, "Not really. Hey, come sit with us!" They say together.

"W-w-wait! Sit with you?"

They don't answer my question and merely grab my hand, one each, and grag me over to a nicely set table surrounded my love seats.

"I'm Hikaru." The one with the left part says.

"And I'm Kaoru." The one with the right part says.

"And we're the Hitachiin twins!" They say together.

Hikaru grabs my shoulders and pushes me down onto a chair. He then plops down right next to me, and Kaoru plops down on my other side.

"Uhm. You guys are a bit close." I say.

Hikaru places a hand on my leg and leans close with Kaoru doing the same on the other side, "Is this better?"

I quickly stand up and say, "No. If you don't mind, I'll be leaving."

Without looking at them, I walk toward the door, but before I reach it, I bump into something.

"Leaving already?" Make that something a someone.

I look up and see the blonde one, Tamaki, looking down at me, "You can't leave now. You've only just got here."

Butterflies dance around my stomach, "Yeah, yeah, that's great, I'm leaving."

He grabs my shoulders and I feel my heart leap out of my chest. Leaning close enough to whisper in my ear, he says, "Stay."

*AN: And there's that! Tell me what you guys think! Leave a review, Favorite, and Follow c: ~AsianNinjaChik~