IT'S BAAAAAAAACK!!!!!! Completed fanfiction, my butt,though I think that chapter one works as a story all by itself. I swear evil plot bunnies are taking over my brain. The good side is that Crescent Moon shall continue! Bad side: It's going to take a little longer to finish Blessings and Curses. Still, I'll work on it as much as I can without failing my classes!

Also, many hugs to my first reviewers, in order: Survivor 28, yuMeNami (you get applause for writing a lot of stories!), Elle Steinig (whose profile pic rocks hard. Go Beelzenof!), and TheWinchesterAngel (love Inigo's quote!). Many hugs also go to the following, who are alerters (that's not a word is it? Didn't think so. Oh well.): Elle Steinig (you get to be in here TWO times!), Natchi822, TheWinchesterAngel (look, there you are again!), and azurexranexwolf (toast!). Lastly, these people get props for faving this: Elle Steinig (I stand corrected: THREE times.) and TheWinchesterAngel (who also gets to be in here THREE times!) You shall all search them the second you are done reading this!! Oops. Almost forgot the people who simply read it. You guys rock too!

Anyways, have fun reading chapter 2!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to Ouran High School Host Club, nor do I own the rights to any of Jane Austen's works, including Sense and Sensibility. I only own Oshiro Sakura and Oshiro Ayame.

(Still, if I did own the rights, it would be pretty funny!)



I can't believe I'm doing this! I thought, wondering why the heck I had come in the first place. Seriously. What was the purpose of standing outside of the third music room? I certainly didn't want to pay for some guy to chat with me. I wasn't that desperate.

Thank God it was after the times when the host club was in business. Judging by my luck, Ayame, my sister, would have walked out at any moment. She would probably think I wanted to become a customer and drag me in!

Maybe it's because I'm so curious about Kaoru-san, I thought. Why did he have to be so mysterious? Why did I have to want – no, need to know more about him? See him again, talk to him, ask him why he wouldn't tell me who he was at the ball. And also…I wanted to know why had he danced with me.

I sighed in frustration. Guys were so irritating. Can't live with them, can't live without them.

No matter, no matter. At the masquerade ball, I had left Sense and Sensibility on the balcony. It hadn't occurred to me initially how much I would miss it, but now I really wanted it back! Even though I had read it seven times, I never got tired of rereading a good book. Who did?

I sighed again. If I didn't open that door, I would totally lose my nerve and never see my book again!

Well, here goes.


I opened the door and saw a beautiful room. I had never been in the music rooms before, as I had no talent with music, nor did I know anyone with a talent for music. In the center was an expensive-looking vase. Not bad, I thought, though I didn't know much about décor.

I noticed seven guys talking, all handsome. A tall blond, an even taller brown-haired, a tall black-haired with glasses, a short blond boy with a stuffed rabbit, an average-sized guy with brown hair, and a pair of red-headed twins. They were wearing the school uniforms, thank God. Ayame had told me all about the host club's many costumes, and I didn't think I could keep a straight face if they were wearing one of them.

"Excuse me," I said loudly. They all turned and looked at me, causing my face to turn red. Stupid yellow uniform dress, I thought. Yellow wasn't at all flattering on me. But why was I thinking about that? I needed to get my book!

"Ah, a newcomer!" The twins exclaimed. The tall blond walked toward me, having to lean down so his face was level with mine since I was smaller than average."Don't be shy, come in," he said, smiling, taking my hand and pulling me into the room. "Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, princess."

I looked at him blankly, my eyebrow raised.

"You look like one of Tamaki-kun's customer's," the guy with the glasses said. "What's your name?"

"Oshiro Sakura." I saw one of the twins', presumably Kaoru's, expression turn to surprise at my answer. "And you misunderstand me," I said, glancing at the door, which the tall blond was now blocking my way to. "I-

"You would rather have someone else?" the boy said. "What type do you prefer? The wild type," he gestured toward the tallest one, "the little devil type," the twins, "the loli-shota type," the short blond boy, "the cool type," the black-haired with the glasses, "or perhaps you've changed your mind about me?" The boy stroked my cheek. Awkward.

"Look," I said, backing up a bit, "you keep misunderstanding me." I felt myself bump into something and heard a crash.

Oh, God, please no, I thought in desperation. I looked over my shoulder, and, to my horror, saw that I had bumped into the vase.

Which, incidentally, now appeared to be in pieces on the other side of the table.

I was speechless, as opposed to the other hosts.

"Uh-oh," the twins said in unison.

"That's not good," the shorter brown-haired boy said.

"Sakura-chan broke it!" the shortest boy exclaimed.

The boy with the glasses walked up to the vase and looked at it."We were going to sell that. It was worth 10 million yen."

Ten million yen?! I thought.

He turned to me. "But, since you're part of the Oshiro family, surely you can pay for it."

Of course I could pay for it! My family was filthy rich! My parents gave my sister and I allowances every month. My sister spent it on clothes, but I always used it for books. The only downside was that I had already used this month's allowance, and I had 20 more days to go. Sure I could ask my dad for money, but he would only give it to me if I used it for clothes, since my mother wanted me to focus less on school and more on my looks.

Then there was Ayame. Even if I lied to my dad about buying clothes, she would undoubtedly be suspicious. And that Tamaki guy would totally tell her about my breaking the vase. She would drag me to the host club and sign me up in a heartbeat!

"You can pay for it, can't you?" the boy asked with a frown.

I looked at all the hosts, whose eyes were on me, and sighed.

"No."

Never in my life would I have expected what they had in store for me.


Hiin here. I bet everyone reading this can guess what the host club had in store for her. Sorry that it's a bit of a first episode rewrite (those of you who didn't guess before probably know now, don't you?). This, I think is the real chapter one. Chapter one feels more like a prologue to me. Feel free to ask me questions in your reviews; I'd be happy to answer any of them at the beginning of each chapter. PLEASE REVIEW, READER-SAMA (a little sucking-up doesn't hurt, does it?)!!!!!

lots of luv, hiin :)