Hello again! Yes, I have nothing to do for a few weeks before I go back to uni, so this may be updated more often than I thought. Hope you enjoy!

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A few months previous…

The Host Club was just about open for business. The 'King' had decided that the theme for the day was going to be a pyjama party, much to the chagrin of the other members, particularly Haruhi.

"Senpai, I think this is one of your worst ideas yet," Haruhi commented, pulling at her blue and white striped pyjamas, with matching nightcap. "I'm definitely not wearing this!" She added, pulling the nightcap off and wringing it in her hands.

"On the contrary," interrupted Kyoya, who still managed to look sophisticated in his navy blue pinstripe pyjamas, his black notepad still in his hands. "This attire will give our guests an insight into our private lives, which, I believe, is what they want."

"But I don't wear pyjamas like this!" Haruhi groaned.

"Yeah, but we can't have you wearing a silk nightdress!" Kaoru interjected, putting his right arm around Haruhi's neck. He was sporting a set of green pyjama bottoms with a light grey shirt.

"Have you forgotten the fact that you're supposedly a guy?" Hikaru added, sliding his left arm over her shoulder, wearing a matching light grey shirt as his twin, but with blue bottoms.

"No," Haruhi frowned. "And I don't wear a silk nightdress to bed!"

The twins looked at her with wide eyes.

"What, so satin?" They asked simultaneously.

"No, just regular cotton." She growled.

Despite her constant reminders to the rest of the Club that 'commoners' did not lead bad lives, it clearly hadn't sunk in that she was happy with her life, and didn't necessarily feel she was missing out on anything. Obviously, the other Hosts felt otherwise.

At that moment, Tamaki came prancing over, in his regally white nightwear.

"Haruhi, where is your nightcap? Your outfit, cute as it is, is not complete without the nightcap!" He proclaimed.

Haruhi scowled. So many times she cursed herself for being so clumsy and breaking that damn expensive vase in the first place. She had lost count of the number of times she wondered why there was such an antique in a place like Music Room #3.

"I'm not wearing that, Senpai. These pyjamas are as far as I'm going with this one." Haruhi refused.

Tamaki looked seriously downhearted. The look on his face, to somebody who didn't know him very well, would have thought that a beloved puppy had died. But to his friends, they just knew that it was simply disappointment, though greatly exaggerated.

"But Haru-chan, Tama-chan just wants you to look your cutest, like me!" Honey said, observing from his table as he sat in his pink flowery pyjamas, enjoying a piece of his favourite strawberry cake.

"Yeah," said Mori. His black straight-legged pyjamas, like Kyoya's, still allowed him to keep his indomitable outlook.

Haruhi rolled her eyes. Cute was definitely not a look she was used to pulling off.

"Those puppy dog eyes aren't going to do anything, Tamaki-senpai. And stop cultivating mushrooms, the guests are going to start arriving any…" Haruhi started to shout, but was broken off by the sound of the door opening.

The eyes of each Host turned to the doorway, ready to greet the flow of customers as they entered. Instead, they were faced with just a single person, who blushed furiously before apologising for interrupting their session.

"It's no problem at all, my princess. Welcome to our Host Club!" Tamaki greeted, appearing at the side of the girl who had walked into the room, and kissing her hand. "You have arrived just in time to join us for our pyjama party! Who would you care to sit with?"

"Uhh… I'm so sorry; I thought this was an empty Music Room. I'll leave you to your Club." The girl stammered, before she turned swiftly on her heel and left.

The Hosts blinked. They didn't think it was possible that anyone at Ouran Academy didn't know that Music Room #3 was the home to the Host Club. As always, Kyoya spoke up to enlighten them all.

"Haruhi, you were just one of the recipients of the scholarships offered to attend our prestigious school. I'm assuming that was another. Though I've not seen her around before; not sure why…" His pen was once again running across the pages in his notebook.

"Well maybe we should go introduce ourselves properly…" Haruhi suggested. She remembered what it was like being the new girl. She definitely wanted her to have a better start than she did herself. Being indebted ¥8 million was not her idea of a perfect way to begin at a new school.

But before she could do anything about it, real squealing girls came flooding in through the doors. Haruhi sighed, before smiling to welcome their guests. She stuffed her nightcap down the back of the sofa, determined that it would not sit on her head again.

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After the Club wrapped up, the pyjama party, though it begrudged Haruhi to admit it, had been a huge success, and Tamaki was annoyingly chipper. Prancing around, he was blabbering on about his ingenious idea, and how he was already thinking up themes for the next few weeks.

"Alright, boss, it was a good one this time, but don't get carried away!" Hikaru pointed out.

"Yeah, we don't want to lose our pulls behind some lame themes." Kaoru added.

"Mommyyy!" Tamaki whined, pulling at Kyoya's nightshirt.

Kyoya pushed his glasses up his nose and stepped out of and away from Tamaki's clutches. Whilst the twins argued with the blonde, who simply moped at Kyoya's feet, Haruhi carried on cleaning up. There were pillows and duvets everywhere for the clients, except for where the twins had been sitting, where feathers covered the floor.

"You guys need to get over here and clean up!" Haruhi said, pointing at their mess.

The twins stopped bickering with Tamaki and blinked at Haruhi.

"…Clean?"

"…Up?"

Haruhi groaned. That was another thing she hated about these rich people. They never did anything for themselves, they just expected to have everything done for them. Well, maybe she'd take a leaf out of their book. She dropped all the pillows she'd already gathered, picked up her bag and said goodbye to the guys, managing to leave before they could object.

Sighing, Haruhi walked down the corridor, glad that the Club had ended for the day. The pyjama party, whilst a triumph with the guests, had been one of Haruhi's least favourite themes. As she got further away from Music Room #3, the sounds of squabbling from inside dissipated, and in it's place, the soft sound of violin strings swelled.

Listening at the doors, Haruhi located the source of the sound. Music Room #1. Cracking open the door, she peeked in. The girl from earlier, who had stumbled into the Host Club.

Her hair fell just past her shoulders in soft waves, cloaking the thin scarf around her neck. She was wearing a dark, long sleeved hoodie and a pair of fairly washed out jeans. She had her back to the door, violin on her shoulder, playing what seemed to be a memorised piece, as there was no sheet music in front of her.

Haruhi pushed the door open a little too far and it creaked open, startling the new girl, causing her to squeak the violin. Holding up her hands and entering the room, Haruhi apologised.

"I'm so sorry! I guess we've traded places! I didn't mean to interrupt, but you were just playing so beautifully!"

The girl shifted uncomfortably, the violin now held in both hands in front of her, as though it was a barrier between her and the intruder. Haruhi noticed her unease, so decided to introduce herself.

"I'm Haruhi Fujioka. I've been told you're here on a scholarship too?"

The girl simply nodded, her face flushing the same furious crimson as before. "I'm Choyo Kono,"

"Hi Choyo-san! Congratulations on getting into Ouran! How come you didn't start at the beginning of the semester with the rest of us?" Haruhi was determined to strike up a real conversation with her. It was better that she was not in front of all their classmates, when she knew she would be on show like at a zoo.

"Just had some stuff going on at home," The girl mumbled, avoiding Haruhi's eyes. "Oh, and please, call me Cho or CK. Choyo-san is so formal. So, what am I to expect? I start officially tomorrow; today was just to get to know the grounds a little."

Haruhi smiled, glad that she'd come out of her shell a little. She knew it could be difficult to make friends, so she was more than happy to make it a little easier for Cho.

"Well there are quite a few clubs available here, but I suggest just picking one and devoting your time to it. What are you interested in?" Haruhi asked.

At that moment, she heard voices in the corridor. The other Hosts had left the Club room. Haruhi turned and shut the door. If the guys came in, she knew that Cho would retreat, back to the mute blushing girl as before.

"Well, I'm here on a music scholarship, so that's definitely my first choice. Is there something like that here?" Cho asked.

But Haruhi was distracted. She was listening out for the sounds of the guys going past. She heard them making their way towards Music Room #1, and then they stopped to argue some more. How could they still be arguing? Haruhi wasn't even sure what they were arguing about. Surely it couldn't still be Tamaki's ideas for themes?

"…Haruhi?" Cho prompted.

Haruhi swallowed. The group had fallen silent outside. They had heard Cho say her name. Before she could even reach the door to try and block it, the twins had barged their way in, followed by a bouncy Honey and a sensible Mori, before Kyoya led the way for Tamaki to enter, flicking his hair.

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So yeah! Thought I'd leave it there for now! What will Cho make of the Host Club? And what will they make of Cho? Reviews and thoughts please!

~KW