Episode 0: Prologue
Haruhi had heaved in a deep breath and let it go with a sudden interjected sigh as the huge library appeared rowdy, noisy and full of rich girls and guys taking advantage of the huge library space as a social hour.
"This place has four library rooms. You think one of them would be quiet" Haruhi though irritatingly.
Closing the door, Haruhi began to walk down the different corridors of the large academy while gazing upon the outside world's blue cloudy sky from the crystal clear windows while reminiscing.
"How are things in heaven mom? I can't believe it's been ten years already. I'm beginning to think that rich kids only come to school to have a good time."
Suddenly, Haruhi's thoughts were disturbed as he bumped into someone without even realizing it. Landing on their butts, both of them took a couple of moments to recover from their sudden collision and looked at each other. Haruhi noticed that the woman had short, mid neck length, brown hair followed by a comfortable long sleeved dark green turtle neck underneath a long white shawl accompanied by an assumed gray, knee length skirt. In return the woman took a quick scan of her collision victim as a light automatically glowed in her mind:
"This MUST be Haruhi Fujioka, no mistake about it. This is the person's file I saw in the chairman's office"
Suddenly the silent eye-contact was broken as Haruhi quickly stumbled to get up and offer a hand of assistance. The woman looked up with a smile as she kindly took Haruhi's hand as she stood up while they brushed off any dirt from their clothes. They both politely bowed to eachother as they began to converse:
Oh I'm sorry Miss; I didn't meant to bump into you. I was just too caught up in my thoughts to realize you were coming/strong" Haruhi responded.
It's alright, I usually end up with worse when I deal with the twins. Anyways, I'm Sakura Nishimura and judging by your appearance, you must be that wonderful honor student I was told about, Fujioka...Haruhi Fujioka, am I right?" Sakura responded with a happy giggle.
Haruhi was shocked and noded in a robotic fashion after the awkward silence that was brought on. Pulling on the sweater sleeves, Haruhi thought about how suddenly the popularity rate had gone up, being famous after the first couple of seconds being there. Sakura noticed Haruhi's struggle to compute what just occurred, she covered her mouth lightly to laugh causing Haruhi to blush in embarrassment.
"I'm certain that she would make a wonderful addition to the club; now the question is, how do I lead her there?"Sakura thought.
"Her thoughts were disturbed as Haruhi had made a throat clearing sound as she directed her gaze towards Haruhi towards more, realizing that she had been gaze out at the blue sky.
"Sakura-senpai, by chance, is there any place that I can go to so I can study in well, peace quiet?" Haruhi asked.
"Why, yes! Music Room #3 is the best place for you, here I'll guide you towards the hall of the room and I will let you handle the rest" Sakura said with a light grin.
They began walking through a couple of corridors, while letting Sakura explain a couple of things here and there about the school that would interest Haruhi. Once arriving at the hallway leading towards Music Room #3, Sakura stopped and Haruhi had stopped infront of her and turned around confused.
"uumm...Sakura...-senpai?" Haruhi asked nervously.
"Just call me Sakura, dear. I hope we can become wonderful friends; I need to do a couple of errands so I'll check in on you later, alright?" Sakura said.
They both nodded as they went their separate ways. Haruhi proceeded towards the Music Room door while Sakura hurrily tried to leave the hallway asap before Haruhi would have her head! Sakura was happy that she was the first one to meet Haruhi. She quickly reached into her right skirt pocket and pulled out her phone, quickly speed dialing a phone number with excitement but maintained her cool composure while walking and saying one simple line:
"Your newest addition to the host club has arrived"
Looking upon the double doors, Haruhi reached for the golden handle with ease. Glancing behind once more, Sakura had truly left but was sure that she'd re-appear once more later on. Letting one sentence slip through her mind:
"An abandoned music room. I guess this is the only place I'll be able to study in peace and quiet."
While opening the doors, random red rose petals appeared before our young Haruhi and engulfed the entrance with a shimmering entrance. As Haruhi's eyes fixated on the environment, a simple line could only be narrated within the mind since the speechless child just couldn't make words.
"When I opened the door, I found the host club."
Episode 1: Starting Today, You Are A Host!
(As always, I will allow Tamaki to give his "kingly" speech about what the Ouran Host Club is)
Tamaki POV (Point Of View):
"Only those with excellent social standing, and those from filthy rich families, are lucky enough to spend their time here, at the elite, private school, Ouran Academy. The Ouran Host Club is where the schools handsomest boys with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super rich and beautiful."
End Of Tamaki POV (You had your moment Tamaki, let the story continue)
Normal POV (Point Of View)
"The Host Club was shocked to find, not a lovely young maiden, yet a dis-heaved boy having entered through the Host Club doors. Kyoya had pushed up his glasses with a slender finger as his eyes shifted to glance at Hikaru Kaoru.
"Hikaru, Kaoru, I belive this young man is in the same class as you, isn't he?" Kyoya questioned.
"Yeah, but he's shy. He doesn't act very sociably, so we don't know much about him." the Hitachiin twins said it annoyed unison.
Kyoya closed his eyes as he took that remark, yet turned towards Haruhi's direction with his happy and polite, yet fake grin.
"Hmm. Well that wasn't very polite. Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, Mr. Honor's Student." Kyoya directed.
Tamaki stood up suddenly from his "throne" aka his comfortable chair with a look of shock yet with a goofy face of happiness and glee like usual.
"What? You must be Haruhi Fujioka!" Tamaki finally exclaimed loudly.
Haruhi was speechless and nervous as the plan of trying to escape the room was trying to take place. Wherever Sakura was, Haruhi hoped she would come back so killing her would be quicker.
"H-How did you know my name?" Haruhi asked awkwardly
"You're the exceptional honor's student we've heard about!" Tamaki once more exclaimed happily for all to hear.
Kyoya stepped away from his spot behind the chair as he began to write down a couple of notes to discuss later with the other vice president. Yet, looking at Haruhi once more with straight eyes, the inside information was necessary and he was eternally grateful for his "Under The Table" information.
"Why, you're infamous. It's not everyday a commoner gains entrance into our academy. You must have an audacious nerve to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as an honor's student, Mr. Fujioka/strong" Kyoya said honorably.
Sakura POV (Point Of View):
I had finished most of my errands and brought back a bag containing three spare male uniforms I was able to purchase secretly for Haruhi. Honestly, those icky yellow dresses would definitely not suit Haruhi at all plus I think she'd much rather prefer a comfortable male uniform. As I neared the door to Music Room #3, hearing a sudden crash made me realize most likely someone accidentally broke the eight million yen vase, the question was whom had broken it. As I placed my hand on the door handle, I hear constant mumbling and arguing until Tamaki was the only one speaking, turning the nob and opening the door had made everything click.
I saw Tamaki practically a couple of feet or so, infront of me, pointing at something infront of me on the floor. I turned to my left and noticed the broken piece of the vase while hearing Tamaki say:
"That means starting today, you're the Host Club's Dog."
Blinking, I looked down and realize that Haruhi had fainted on the floor while honey was poking her in her un-concious state. Oh boy, It didn't take long for me to realize what had occurred...
I just sighed.
Normal POV (Point Of View):
"Oh dear, I leave Haruhi alone for a while and now...Honey, please stop poking Haruhi" Sakura said with an annoyed tone.
Honey stopped as the rest of the group came around to acknowledge their club member. The twins had wrapped their arms around Sakura's neck while leaning on her with curiosity. She made quick eye contact with Kyoya as her heart sped up a little but had to focus.
"Mori, if you don't mind,can you please carry Haruhi to lay down on that couch?" Sakura asked.
Mori silently noddded as he picked up the un-concious guy bridal style while making his way towards one of the couches to lay Haruhi on. With that, Sakura managed to weave her way out of the twins hold and away from the group as she managed to silently make her way towards the left hand side of the room, next to a large window.
An elegant, dark purple fabric covered table sat near the large window with one chair. Upon the table sat a rose painted teacup sitting upon a petite glass plate in front of a vase with blue Hydrangea flowers. She pulled the chair out slightly as she sat upon her feminine throne and placed the bag underneath her chair. Looking down at the cup, she picked it with her right hand as she let the aroma calm her nerves, as she closed her eyes and took a sip, realizing that there was only one person whom could brew this light coffee brew to perfection the way she liked it.
Soooo, how did you like the prologue so far?
How do you feel about having Sakura being a part of the story, as well as the Host group?
Let me know in the reviews; Thank You For Reading!