(A/N: Hi people! I'm so glad! Three awesome people put my story on their alerts list!! But I was hoping to get more than my one wonderful review from my friend, who Emiko is based off of. If you like it, review! If you don't, review! Thankies!! Enjoy!)

It was a nice and peaceful morning. Most people were sleeping, but those not as lucky were on their way to school, one of which the author! But who cares about me and those poor saps? Not you!! You only care about the students of Ouran High School . . . and those of Toshiba High School. Cry for me . . . Oh well!

Students were climbing out of their fancy limos and walking passed the beautiful sakura trees. But were they paying attention to the beauty of nature? NO! (1) They were chatting away on their cell phones and talking about their money! Selfish rich people!!!

Lets skip on through the school day to after-school clubs because, who really cares about classes? You sure don't!!

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"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" people around stopped and stared as five girls came walking up the stairs. Two of which were screaming at the top of their lungs. "IT'S SO UGLY!" "I KNOW! IT'S NEON YELLOW!!" They yelled, hugging each other and crying. "Mariska! Kitten! STOP CRYING!" Uki announced, smaking the two upside the head. "Why are you two crying anyways? Need a hug?" Emiko giggled, thrusting her puppy doll into Ash's arms and hugging Mariska and Kitten. "We don't need a hug! It's these dresses. They're . . . They're . . ." "THEY'RE NEON YELLOW!" Mariska finished for Kitten. "They aren't neon, they're more of a canary yellow . . ." the silent Ash pointed out.

Now let us take a trip to our favorite third music room. Shall we?

"Now my loyal subjects, our lovely customers will be her any minute. What shall we wear?" the king of the Host Club announced. "Now we're his subjects? What next? His slaves?" the troublesome twins asked in unison. Kyouya sat in the corner, his labtop out. What does he even do on that labtop anyways? The oldest of the hosts, Hunny and Mori, were over by the sweets. Hunny, with his usual smile and bunny toy, was . . . well . . . stuffing his face while Mori watched over him like a hawk.

(2)Haruhi, the poor, poor, poor girl walked in and was tackled by not one, not two, not three, but four. Four cute, hot, awesome, beautiful guys. (3)So I take away the second poor.Tamaki, Hikaru, Kaoru, and Hunny all attacked their favorite commoner. "HARUHI!!"

After awhile of glomping, the Hosts moved on to an important point. What werethey going to dress as today? "We could dress up like Usa-chan!" Hunny announced, hugging the pink bunny. "Um . . . No. Sorry Hunny-kun." Kyouya stated, pushing up his glasses. "Why not just have a regular day? A non-cosplay day? It will save us some money." he inquired. Tamaki jumped up. "What an amazing idea Kyouya!" he laughed, jumping down from one of the snack tables.

"Are we lost? Tell me we aren't lost! Kitten, are we lost?" "Ask Uki, not me Mariska!" Kitten answered her friend. "Uki-chan, Mariska and Kitten are arguing. Are we lost?" Emiko asked, staring up at her glassed pal. "Yes. We are lost." she answered. "AWWWW!!!"

The group of Toshiba students traveled around their temporary school. "Where is it? The lady in the office said that a room we can use for our Hostess Club was right around here!" Kitten complained. "Don't whine Kitten. We're here. The Third Music Room." Uki pointed out.

If only these five knew what they were about to get into. I pity them. Emiko jumped up and down happily. "Yay! Yay!" "Hm." her silent companion added. "Well we better get inside. We have a lot of setting up to do before all those boys start comming." Mariska muttered, pulling the door to the Third Music Room open.

. . . The poor girls of Toshiba High School Hostess Club were pelted by flower petals . . .

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(A/N: Ok, so it was a little strange . . . hehe. I just have some little things to justify.

(1) Ok I am probably the only teenager in the universe without a cell phone. -cry- So this was just my venting . . .

(2) Now this one was kinda funny-

First poor- Haruhi is not rich, ergo, poor.

Second poor- Poor Haruhi for being attacked regularly by boys.

Third poor- Just poor her in general. Let's all pity Haruhi . . . ok enough of that.

(3) I took away the second poor, the one that meant poor her for being attacked by hot guys. I would love that . . . -daydreams-

So I hope you liked this chapter!! Hey you! Yeah you! Review! Yeah because I know where you live!! And I have your . . . something that you love!!

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